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46,002 | 1,246 | 292 | 1,991 | 4,772 | Natasha Jackson
Location: At the B&B and then Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting with: Vanessa & Anastasia.(kind of)
Alone in her room at the B&B, Tasha made sure the door was locked, pulled the curtains to darken the room as much as possible and took a small box from her backpack. Being a hunter of the old school, she knew and used arts and things that seemed so alien and downright magical to most people, but hey there were vampires and werewolves and so many other things out there, it’s only natural people of the ancient times who didn’t have firearms, researched ways to help in the hunts. Herbs were one such things always useful, but temporary in general. What she was going to use right now was something else… gems.
Most gems and semi precious stones had magical effects if one knew how to produce them. She pulled a small earring with a gem in it and slowly put it on. It held a shard of moonstone. A powerful talisman, carrying the benefits of calming the mind, clarity and protection at night with it’s powers getting stronger the closer the full moon was. Closing off her mind, she would focus on the gem, allowing herself to become one with it. It was the perfect effect to go against creatures of the night like werewolves.
One problem was that Tasha’s mind was not a calm and quiet one. To even start the process she needed a piece of Lapis Lazuli which calms the mind and allows her to start attuning herself to the other gems.
When she finally left her room, she wore 2 earrings, one with a piece of Lapis Lazuli and one with a Moonstone. She then quickly headed over to a café/restaurant thing she saw earlier while driving around town.
She entered without really thinking much about it, only to see 2 women… She shrugged for now and then just walked over to an empty table, picked a menu to check it out quickly before deciding on what to order.
“Excuse me, can I coffee… black… also something sweet please, I will leave the choice to you… ” She said, rubbing her forehead. She really needed to get herself through a cleansing ritual soon… her body seemed to start rejecting enchantments as the feeling of small pulsation in her head suggested. Eithat that or she had to start taking the happy pills again.. At least walking on embers didn’t cloud her head. | Natasha “Tasha” Jackson
Basic Information
| Name |
Natasha Valentine Jackson
| Date of Birth |
July 5th, 1990.(26)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bi
| Occupation |
None(Monster Hunter)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Tasha is 5’8’’ tall, she has very light skin, incredibly light blond hair and piercing gray eyes. She has a great number of scars all around her body. Over 20 % of her skin is covered by scar tissue, most of which has never seen hospital aid for that would cause suspicion. Most of the scars come from claw or bite marks, some from fire and even acid burns. Still her face has so far been spared any noticeable damage so far. That’s the reason why she wears long clothes no matter the season. Her favorite being a black leather jacket and black leather pants which she completes with a pair of high leather boots and pair of leather gloves.
| Scent |
Tasha has the scent of a wide variety of herbs since she uses a lot of different ones in her hunts when different kinds of protections and effects are called for. Her favorite being the Amaranth that’s her usual herb to go when hunting were creatures.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Determined ♦ Unstable ♦ Friendly ♦ Sadistic ♦
Natasha is a very determined student of nature’s laws. She has long since learned that the strong survive and the weak perish. Thus she will chase and pursue her goals with extreme zeal, ready to trample anyone who stands in her way, especially werewolves. That said she is still an openly friendly person at first at least. She’s bright, smiles a lot and often lures her targets into a false sense of security before the trap closes and her real colors shows. At least when it comes to supernaturals, with normal humans she is usually simply friendly without much hidden agendas.
Still Tasha has an innate hatred for werewolves. Given her past and history with supernaturals, Tasha is a somewhat unstable person. She is prone to mood swings and changes of attitude at such speeds when it comes to supernatural creatures that it’s an almost certain sign of some form of psychological disorder. The target of the majority of her hatred seems to be werecreatures. As a possessor of such intense hatred, she’s often extremely cruel and sadistic during hunts. She doesn’t expect any mercy from beasts so she returns in kind. Even her colleagues tend to stay as far as possible away from her unless the hunt requires multiple people.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Weapons
✔Music
✔Cars
✔Silver
✔Flowers
✔Ancient torture methods
✔Origami
✔Chemistry & Herbalism
✔Books
✘Werewolves
✘Other hunters
✘Sweet food
✘ Full moons
✘ Animals from the canine family
Hobbies
Natasha’s best time killer is to listen to music while maintaining her equipment. If that’s already done, the next best thing is reading books on various subjects from folklore to science books. Everything as long as it’s interesting and there is something to be learned from it. Even fantasy novels provide possible insights into different scenarios and then again sometime it’s simply to relax. While in that subject she also enjoys visiting museums and different antique shops.
| History |
Natasha was born a single child to a family that lived in New York. The couple weren’t married, but they still loved each other and their newly born child a lot. The years quickly rolled by as Natasha grew up. Around the age of 7, her family started going on vacation away from the busy city and into nature. They used to visit different place each summer, usually cottages in forest areas.
When she was 12, her family went on the usual vacation, but this time things were going to go horribly wrong. They were camping out in the woods when distant gunshots and howls started going off. It was late at night and the 3 of them were in their tent when all hell broke loose. They had stumbled upon a forest where a hunters were chasing down a werewolf pack. As the creatures were driven into a berserk state from all the injuries and the battle, they came upon Natasha’s family camp. What followed was a brutal slaughter as her parents were drawn out of the tent and torn to pieces in front of her own eyes. The wolves then descended upon her, but luckily she ended with only claw wounds across her body as the hunters finally caught up with the survivors of the pack and finished them, before they can bite the poor girl.
Since then Natasha started traveling with the hunters. Officially she was adopted into a family of hunters, but in truth it was a simply a couple that were tasked with training her. At first she grew dark and bitter as her mental state deteriorated along with her growing hatred. It wasn’t until her 17th birthday that she finally took part of her first hunt. At the time they were chasing down a werewolf and Tasha in her maddened state from hatred, showed the beast the true fear of being a pray. She cut it’s feet at the end when it leaped at her in a desperate attempt to take her down with it. And then proceeded to stab the beast a great number of times until it finally showed no signs of life. It was only after that hunt that Tasha’s mental state stabilized…somewhat. She still has a lot of moodswings and emotional outburst along with anger issues, but at least she’s not a complete danger to herself and everyone around her most of the time.
| Family |
John Valentine Jackson – father – deceased
Michaela Valentine Jackson – mother – deceased
| Strengths |
• Very athletic.
• Great Fighter(melee)
• Incredible reflexes
| Weaknesses |
• Unstable mentally
• Weak grip in her left arm due injury as a child.( Example can hold a gun, but cannot muster the strength in her fingers to pull the trigger. Swung weapon would fly out of her arm unless it has proper grip and armguard.)
• Old injuries sometimes hurt to the point she cannot sleep.
The Other
| Theme Song |
The Escapist - Nightwish
” Who's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
Virgin snow beneath my feet
Painting the world in white
I tread the way
Gonna lose myself into a tale.”
| Extra Information |
So I've read the rules ~~~ yay |
46,003 | 1,246 | 293 | 271 | 2,302 | Vanessa Von Strong
Location: Her dinner
Interacting with: 's Vampy Anastasia, 's Hunter human Natasha
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Vanessa walked inside and placed her bags near a door with a 'Private Area' sign. She then made light in the dinner and started on making the coffee for herself. "what would you like to have?" she asked and then saw someone enter. She smiled nicely to her costumer and didn't say that she wasn't open yet. She could actually use the money as the last week was a rough one.
When the order came she smiled at the young women. "Your order will be made" Vanessa said with a smile. She started with making the order for the girl and in the mean time looked at Anastasia. "I will help this lady and then getttt you something to drink" she said with a smile towards the female. She made the coffee and prepared a turnover.
Most of the time she prepared them herself but since she didnt have time for that, she used one that was already ready and heated it. Sometimes you needed to improvise. She heated up the turnover and once done she laid it on a small plate.
Very funny thing was that every plate and cup in the dinner had a wolf paw on it. She walked over to the young female and placed the order on her table. "Enjoy your coffee Miss" she said. There was a strange scent around the girl but she didn't know what it was. Vanessa decided it wasn't important and walked back to her place behind the bar of the dinner and smiled at Anastasia. "Tell me your wishes princess, and I might be able to help you" she said. The princess thing kinda was a joke since the first Anastasia in the world was a Russian princess. | Vanessa Von Strong
Basic Information
| Name |
Vanessa Valentina von strong
| Date of Birth |
14 February 1993
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
straight / Open minded (she could fall in love with a girl but falls in love with a guy faster)
| Occupation |
She will set up a new restaurant in Red Lake
| In-Depth Appearance |
Vanessa has a tattoo on the inside of her right arm. This tattoo is something her turner forced her to have. She didn't remove it but is well known around the wolves in China of what she did ( See history ).
Her clothing style is mostly casual with a though look (she kinda always wears a leather jacket and sneakers).
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Kind
♦ Protective
♦ Bad Temper / Sarcastic
♦ Can be very competitive
Vanessa is a very kind person, she is very protective over those she loves and can sometimes even be over protective. If you put someone in front of her she dislikes, she can have a very bad temper and more than once she walked away from a discussion to simply return with a stack of plates and throw those on the ground to lose her anger.
Playing a game or playing around together with Vanessa can also end up badly, she is very competitive. A lot more towards males than towards other females. She has her sarcastic moments and doesn't bond quickly.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Running around ( doesn't matter if it's as a wolf or human )
✔ Pranks
✔ Riley Stark
✔ Good food
✔ Cooking
✘ Spiders ( despite being a werewolf, and being way more dangerous.. She hates them)
✘ Bully's
✘ Arrogant people
✘ Wild wolves ( that's how she calls wandering wolves and she hated them )
✘ Pink ( The color ) At least five dislikes (Or more).
| Hobbies |
Vanessa doesn't really have hobbies, she loves to cook but this also is her job. Further a hobby could be running around trough the forest, especially with her own kind.
| History |
Vanessa grew up in a big city, her grandparents and so her mother was from Red Lake and every summer they visited them,. After college, she traveled around the world to learn more about the origins from some recipe's and find new things for herself.
In China, she stayed for almost three years. This was because while she was there, after a long day walking back to her hotel. She got attacked by some guys. It was a full moon and you guess it right. They turned into wolves in front of her and one of them bit her. The guys had a pack, which you could only leave if you killed the one that changed you. Vanessa was a true rebel and had a hard time accepting her new fate. After almost three years, she broke free and killed her turner in front of everyone and those who tried to defend him, where injured badly. The tattoo they had given her, is still on the inner parts of her right arm, only a few know from this pack though.
After her adventure in China, she traveled back and decided to move to Red Lake. Her grandparents had died and she was allowed to take over their house.
| Family |
A mother and a Father, who both don't live in Red Lake.
| Strengths |
~ She is a great cook
~ She is loyal
~
| Weaknesses |
~ Scared of Spiders
~ Very protective, this can bring herself into danger a lot
~
| Sent |
Vanessa has a more earthy sent, a little like the forest right after a few days of rain. Some like it, others don't like it at all.
The Other
| Theme Song |
Morning Star – Blood on the Dance floor
I know I'll never be alone
I'll always keep you in this song
No matter where I go
You'll still be with me when you're gone
I know I'll never be alone
I'll always keep you in this song
No matter where I go
You'll still be with me when you're...
We were caught up in the moment and now that moment's passed
And I believe our last memory was the best that we could have
I put my head up on your shoulder and asked why life is this way
You said it's not for me to worry about and we'll meet again some day
| Extra Information |
Vanessa owns a white Toyota. Link to the car
I have read the rules
Vanessa Valentina Von Strong
{ '' I am not special, I am Me '' }
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
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♫⚜ Riley Walker ⚜♫
"My little sister"
Vanessa kinda sees Riley as the little sister she never had. She actually spoils the girl where ever she can and they have a good bond.
☯ Alyssa Paige ☯
"Nice girl! Don't know her that well but she has something on her that triggers"
Vanessa and Alyssa are not the best of friends but they do know each other and Vanessa likes to see the girl come into her restaurant. She likes how she is not like all the others, even though there is a 4 year difference, she could see them as friends in the future.
♥ Miranda Burke ♥
"Keep smiling girl.. That's how I like to see you"
Vanessa won't know what happens to her once she meets Miranda.. She will hide her feelings because she doesn't know what to do.
☮☯ Kimberly Thatcher ☯☮
"She is nice, best friends with my lil sister so, I guess I like her too"
Kim and Vanessa know each other trough Riley. She thinks the best friend of her 'sister' is a nice girl. They could become good friends.
☯ Charlotte Edwards ☯
"Doctor? Yep, she is a good one"
Vanessa doesn't mind Charlotte being in Red Lake. She even doesn't mind her being a more veteran wolf either. Maybe they could both help the pups? At least she isn't planning on getting this women on her bad side.
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☯§ Gage Brooks §☯
"Grumpy much? pfft"
Vanessa and Gage are not friends yet not rivals either.. She does keep a close eye on him. She can be tense sometimes towards him, maybe they will end up in a fight one day.
☮⚜ Aaron Brooks ⚜☮
"Why isn't his brother more like him?"
Vanessa doesn't mind Aaron, she knows he will be around and can laugh with him.
⚜☯ Theodore Roslyn Welles ☯⚜
"He is a nice guy.. I like his sent, is that weird?"
Teddy and Vanessa have not much more than a 'Hello' / 'Good morning' saying relationship at first. But there is always room for a change.
☯ Charlie Elwood ☯
"Such a flirt.. But he is nice"
Vanessa doesn't really have something against Charlie, but she could react sometimes a bit extra sarcastic towards him. She does keep an eye on him, but that she does on all the male pups.
Symbol Name Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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Symbol Name Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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46,004 | 1,246 | 294 | 377 | 25,989 | Cassandra
Location: Red Lake
Interacting with: Gage and Aron
Cassie was already crouching by the water, immersing the rag into the water, cleaning it quickly. She silently rose, approaching the twins. She was gentle as she cleaned the wounds, glad that they were lookin better. She judged by that that the silver was gone, but the water would still do good.
Once she had finished cleaning them, she carefully dried the wounds and put more ointment on, "Well, that's all I can do. I expect they'll be healed soon anyway, but looks like the silver is all gone" she said, giving them a smile, but she could see the abuse had marked them in a way that might never be healed. It pained her to see that, and she gave both of them a hug "you can't choose the parents you're given, but you can choose the family you have. We're your family now, okay?" | Connor Vos
Basic Information
| Name |
Connor Tony Vos
| Date of Birth |
14 May 1998
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
confused
| Occupation |
Currently does not have an occupation in Red Lake
| In-Depth Appearance |
Standing at 6 foot 6 inches, Connor is quite thin. He has short brown hair, which can be styled when he remembers to do it. He has light brown eyes, and a few freckles. His skin is pale, as if he doesn't get much sun, and he wears loose clothing.
| Scent |
Connor has a woody sort of smell, like old books and smoke.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Open minded ♦ Over analyses situations ♦ Kind ♦ a little absorbed in things he obsessed with ♦
Connor is a bright young man, quite intelligent, he has a thirst for knowledge that tends to be obsessive, staying in doors for hours at a time, sometimes days. However, Connor is very willing to help others, and is kind and caring, always willing to drop everything and help those he cares about, and even strangers. He seems shy, but this is often because he is processing interactions, trying to figure people out like he does complex problems.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ books
✔ Video games
✔ comic books
✔ figuring out problems
✔ people
✘ Bullies
✘ people who are opinionated without having the knowledge to back it up
✘ A problem that can't be solve
✘ losing
✘
Hobbies
Play video games
read
draw comics
play sports
| History |
Connor was born to highly intelligent parents, and was expected to exceed in everything he did. He went to the fanciest private schools, was expected to participate in extracurricular activities and to essential get the highest grades he possibly could. Connor didn't mind, enjoying school, but when his mother got sick, he lost faith when nothing could help her. He was 10 when she died, and it brought a change in his father. No longer expected to exceed, Connor spent a lot of time with his father going on trips, learning how to catch, throw, hit and kick a ball, Connors life turned into a typical childhood, but he still exceeded in school.
His father took him on a camping trip a few months before the story takes place, and that was another changing point in Connors life. It was a full moon, and his father wanted to teach him how to fish, despite the fact he had never gone fishing himself. As the moon rose, they began to hear animal cries, and his father insisted they leave, before they were attacked.
it was too late. The wolf attacked, tearing his fathers throat out, before attacking Connor. Unable to stop the wolf, Connor still tried to escape. Eventually he just gave up, expecting to die, but when he woke in the morning, it was to his fathers mutilated body, and no injury, no scar, nothing but the blood on his clothes to tell he had been attacked.
He stumbled out the forest, after what seemed like hours of sitting there, right into a patrol car. There was an investigation, but the wolf wasn't found, and no one could explain why Connor hadn't been hurt. Taking the inheritance he received from his father's death, Connor fled thecity where everyone seemed to know what happened, and eventually will find his way to Red lake. He is still unsure what has happened to him.
| Family |
Mother, Deceased
Father, Deceased
| Strengths |
Brave
A good tactician
Kind
| Weaknesses |
Scared of the moon
Quite
a bad cook
The Other
| Theme Song |
Iron Man, Black Sabbath
”Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold” |
46,005 | 1,246 | 295 | 1,635 | 6,677 | Anastasia Beaumont
Location: Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting With: Vanessa Natasha
Anastasia would smile softly at Vanessa and followed her and took a seat at the counter as she looked over her shoulder as she heard the door opening and stared at the woman who entered, someone that she didn't even know and made her way towards an empty table Ana turned her attention back towards Vanessa and smiled at her. "Take your time with the customer." Anastasia said with a soft smile as she turned around as Vanessa left behind the counter and turned over to make her way towards Natasha to take the woman's order. "How are you doing today miss?" Anastasia asked Natasha and smiled softly giving the woman a friendly welcome.
After Natasha had her order taken Vanessa turned to make her way back towards the counter to make the order, Anastasia thought for a moment and then blushed slightly when she was called Princess. "I'd like to have a coffee if that's okay with you?" Anastasia asked as she turned around and faced Vanessa and watched her make a cup for the three of them. "So when did you open this little shop?" | Riley Walker
Basic Information
| Name |
Riley Marie Walker
| Date of Birth |
September 29th, 1999 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Occupation |
Works at Riley's Bed & Breakfast, owned and run by her father.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Riley stands at 5'5, her skin is very lightly tanned brown hair her eyes are hazel and her hair is just below her shoulders. She has a small scar on her upper back from a dirt bike accident that happened two years ago other then that she has a few small freckles across her body. Riley usually wears in the warmer seasons a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans as well as a set of sneakers. During the colder months Riley is seen in jackets or hoodies jeans and usually a pair of leather boots.
| Scent |
Riley has a usual scent of coffee.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Outgoing ♦ Stubborn ♦ Funny ♦ Clumsy ♦
Riley is a very fun and outgoing kind of person, she has a very witty and goofy personality she enjoys making people around her smile. She is also a very loyal friend, she is always there for them no matter what, she is always trying to find ways to help out a friend whenever they need it. If someone hurts her or her friends she has been known to hold a grudge against those people, and will take quiet awhile for her to forgive the person who has betrayed her trust or hurt her friends.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Music
✔Video games
✔Dirt biking
✔Animals
✔Warm weather
✘Assholes
✘Loud noises
✘Spiders
✘Cold weather
✘Math
Hobbies
Riley in her spare time she likes to go out with her friends, she also likes to go out on her dirt bike and ride it through the woods during the warmer months she will usually do that. When Riley just feels like relaxing and not hanging out with her friends Riley will be in her house either helping out with her father run the business or she is up in her room listening to music or playing video games. Riley also love to play with her golden retriever as well.
| History |
Riley's mother was a native to Red Lake, she grew up living in the town until finishing college where she met her future husband Seth in college, her mother went for nursing while her father went into business. Shortly after they graduated from college Riley's mother Sarah found out that she was pregnant with her first child Riley. Riley's mother suggested moving back into the small town that she grew up, which Seth had agreed to. A few months later Riley was born, her father then decided to turn their house into a bed and breakfast eventually naming it after their daughter, which Riley now hates but knows that her father likes it. Growing up she was best friends with Vanessa though she was younger then her they two were inseparable.
As Riley started getting older she and her family would always go out to the lake and spend a few days there, until her father and mother started becoming to busy due to Riley's mother becoming pregnant with her second child. She decided to then take it upon herself to keep going to the lake, inviting her friends and anyone who wanted to go which has become an annual thing among Riley's friends. Riley after her seventeenth birthday her father bought her a dirt bike when she enjoys a lot and uses it any chance that she can get.
| Family |
Seth Walker Riley's Father
Sarah Walker Riley's mother
Johnathan Walker, Riley's little brother.
Winston Riley's dog.
| Strengths |
Helpful.
Works well with others.
History class.
| Weaknesses |
Math
School tests
Forgetful
The Other
| Theme Song |
Hold Onto You - Default
”I know you feel so far away
So far away from better days
As you look for a way out
I'll hold onto you
When it gets too hard to take
I'll be the light that leads the way
As you look for a way out.”
| Extra Information |
Bitches I dun need to read my rules cuz I made em and i'm the GM so fuck yeah! But seriously I read em lol.
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⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
♫ Vanessa Von Strong ♫
"Vanessa? She is of course my closest friend, though she is a lot older she is friends with my mom. She is like the older sister I've never had, she LOVES to spoil me, and we get along really well we are pretty much inseparable at this point."
Riley and Vanessa have always been friends ever since Riley was a little girl, she was sad that Vanessa left town but she was really happy when she came back and opened up her restaurant. Riley will spend every chance she can get with her.
☯ Sophie Fairchild ☯
"Sophie? She is more of a recluse, I try and get to know her but she is to shy or something to get to know her. I have tried to invite her to the trip but she so far has declined to go, I guess that's just out of her element."
Riley doesn't know Sophie all that well, they don't hang out at all unless Riley is at the café and Sophie is her server.
☮ Charlotte Maria Edwards ☮
"Charlotte, she is really nice and works with my mother at the hospital we see each other a lot at Vanessa's restaurant as well. And we get along fairly well and talk from time to time when she is there."
Riley knows Charlotte because her mother works at the hospital as well, and they talk as well when they are at Vanessa's restaurant they get along so they are pretty good friends.
Symbol Name Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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46,006 | 1,246 | 296 | 1,991 | 4,772 | Natasha Jackson
Location: Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting with: Vanessa & Anastasia.(kind of)
“Could have been a lot better, but otherwise fine.” Natasha replied to Anastasia with a smile.” Got a little bit of a headache, but nothing unusual. Thank for asking, miss.” The hunter replied to the polite woman.” … But where are my manners, My name is Natasha, nice to meet you two.” She added with a friendly smile.
“Thank you.” Tasha replied as she took the cup of coffee. No suger or sweeteners as she wanted it, good! Without wasting another moment, she quickly brought it to her lips and drank the entire cup of hot bitter coffee on a single breath.
She then closed her eyes for a moment and her left fist clenched as she rode down the bitterness before she finally took a deep breath, her face showing a surprising amount of relieve in comparison to moments before. The bitterness kept her mind away form the pain and the caffeine was going to bring her blood pressure up and help with the headache soon enough. She then tried the turnover. It was pretty darn good, though a small detail on the cup and plate caught her attention… paws.
She then quickly pulled her mobile to check on the hunter website which was excellently disguised as a simple new news site. All she really checked was if any other hunters were in the area, but no. There were no other hunters in the state and the neighboring ones which was a good thing for her payday at the end of this. After putting away her mobile, she looked at the other two women.
“Forgive me for the curiosity, but what do you both think of the wolf attack that happened a week ago?” She asked with her journalist smile on.” I mean I heard hunters in neighboring towns talking about a possible hunting squad to track down the beast.” | Natasha “Tasha” Jackson
Basic Information
| Name |
Natasha Valentine Jackson
| Date of Birth |
July 5th, 1990.(26)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bi
| Occupation |
None(Monster Hunter)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Tasha is 5’8’’ tall, she has very light skin, incredibly light blond hair and piercing gray eyes. She has a great number of scars all around her body. Over 20 % of her skin is covered by scar tissue, most of which has never seen hospital aid for that would cause suspicion. Most of the scars come from claw or bite marks, some from fire and even acid burns. Still her face has so far been spared any noticeable damage so far. That’s the reason why she wears long clothes no matter the season. Her favorite being a black leather jacket and black leather pants which she completes with a pair of high leather boots and pair of leather gloves.
| Scent |
Tasha has the scent of a wide variety of herbs since she uses a lot of different ones in her hunts when different kinds of protections and effects are called for. Her favorite being the Amaranth that’s her usual herb to go when hunting were creatures.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Determined ♦ Unstable ♦ Friendly ♦ Sadistic ♦
Natasha is a very determined student of nature’s laws. She has long since learned that the strong survive and the weak perish. Thus she will chase and pursue her goals with extreme zeal, ready to trample anyone who stands in her way, especially werewolves. That said she is still an openly friendly person at first at least. She’s bright, smiles a lot and often lures her targets into a false sense of security before the trap closes and her real colors shows. At least when it comes to supernaturals, with normal humans she is usually simply friendly without much hidden agendas.
Still Tasha has an innate hatred for werewolves. Given her past and history with supernaturals, Tasha is a somewhat unstable person. She is prone to mood swings and changes of attitude at such speeds when it comes to supernatural creatures that it’s an almost certain sign of some form of psychological disorder. The target of the majority of her hatred seems to be werecreatures. As a possessor of such intense hatred, she’s often extremely cruel and sadistic during hunts. She doesn’t expect any mercy from beasts so she returns in kind. Even her colleagues tend to stay as far as possible away from her unless the hunt requires multiple people.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Weapons
✔Music
✔Cars
✔Silver
✔Flowers
✔Ancient torture methods
✔Origami
✔Chemistry & Herbalism
✔Books
✘Werewolves
✘Other hunters
✘Sweet food
✘ Full moons
✘ Animals from the canine family
Hobbies
Natasha’s best time killer is to listen to music while maintaining her equipment. If that’s already done, the next best thing is reading books on various subjects from folklore to science books. Everything as long as it’s interesting and there is something to be learned from it. Even fantasy novels provide possible insights into different scenarios and then again sometime it’s simply to relax. While in that subject she also enjoys visiting museums and different antique shops.
| History |
Natasha was born a single child to a family that lived in New York. The couple weren’t married, but they still loved each other and their newly born child a lot. The years quickly rolled by as Natasha grew up. Around the age of 7, her family started going on vacation away from the busy city and into nature. They used to visit different place each summer, usually cottages in forest areas.
When she was 12, her family went on the usual vacation, but this time things were going to go horribly wrong. They were camping out in the woods when distant gunshots and howls started going off. It was late at night and the 3 of them were in their tent when all hell broke loose. They had stumbled upon a forest where a hunters were chasing down a werewolf pack. As the creatures were driven into a berserk state from all the injuries and the battle, they came upon Natasha’s family camp. What followed was a brutal slaughter as her parents were drawn out of the tent and torn to pieces in front of her own eyes. The wolves then descended upon her, but luckily she ended with only claw wounds across her body as the hunters finally caught up with the survivors of the pack and finished them, before they can bite the poor girl.
Since then Natasha started traveling with the hunters. Officially she was adopted into a family of hunters, but in truth it was a simply a couple that were tasked with training her. At first she grew dark and bitter as her mental state deteriorated along with her growing hatred. It wasn’t until her 17th birthday that she finally took part of her first hunt. At the time they were chasing down a werewolf and Tasha in her maddened state from hatred, showed the beast the true fear of being a pray. She cut it’s feet at the end when it leaped at her in a desperate attempt to take her down with it. And then proceeded to stab the beast a great number of times until it finally showed no signs of life. It was only after that hunt that Tasha’s mental state stabilized…somewhat. She still has a lot of moodswings and emotional outburst along with anger issues, but at least she’s not a complete danger to herself and everyone around her most of the time.
| Family |
John Valentine Jackson – father – deceased
Michaela Valentine Jackson – mother – deceased
| Strengths |
• Very athletic.
• Great Fighter(melee)
• Incredible reflexes
| Weaknesses |
• Unstable mentally
• Weak grip in her left arm due injury as a child.( Example can hold a gun, but cannot muster the strength in her fingers to pull the trigger. Swung weapon would fly out of her arm unless it has proper grip and armguard.)
• Old injuries sometimes hurt to the point she cannot sleep.
The Other
| Theme Song |
The Escapist - Nightwish
” Who's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
Virgin snow beneath my feet
Painting the world in white
I tread the way
Gonna lose myself into a tale.”
| Extra Information |
So I've read the rules ~~~ yay |
46,007 | 1,246 | 297 | 2,790 | 324 | Kim Hansson
Location: Cabin then music club
Interactions: Syleste
Despite her intent to continue her testings, she was trumped by the call of the body. There was no food up here. She groaned loudly as she looked at the fridge and freezer. Both empty. What was she expecting really? No one had been here for a very long time. Kim wrapped a towel around her head and dried up quickly and put a smaller tank top on and some shorts. Her body was still not fully dried as she walked out, tossing the towel onto the porch and got into her car. It would be one hell of a quick ride back to town.
Her car's engine roared to life as she did a scandinavian flick and drove at high speed down the forest road. Gravel and dirt shot out from behind her as she powerslid through most corners to keep her speed up and was back in town at record speed. Kim got out of her car and looked at it. She would have to wash it off after today as most of it was covered in dust.
In the middle of all of her thoughts, there was music. Her movements stopped and she turned around. Her memory got jogged as if in a trance moving towards the building. "T...this..?" her voice trailed off as she found herself within the building and walking towards where the sound came from. There was already people here. But she barely seemed to notice. It wasn't until the music stopped that Kim seemed to be aware of her surroundings.
Kim's eyes snapped towards the one playing the piano. It wasn't the person she was expecting. Or rather, that was impossible, he was gone after all. A tear was in her eye before quickly brushing it away. "Sorry for the interruption....my grandfather used to play on this piano for me a lot...brings back memories.." She smiled softly towards the one playing, barely recognizing the other person in the room. | Kim Hansson
Basic Information
| Name |
Kim Samara Arline Hansson
| Date of Birth |
16 September 1990
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Unexplored sexuality, drawn towards ladies
| Occupation |
Tries to open up a gun shop
| In-Depth Appearance |
Kim is 5'9" tall and weighs 154lbs. She is a tad curvy with strong arms but dosn't look too muscular. She has to wear glasses as her eyesight is a little poor. She mostly wears contacts though when out and about, but prefers glasses when working.
She has blonde hair with black tints weaved into it. She carries herself with a hint of pride but not so much it becomes haughty. She also normally wears "natural makeup", but tends to be lax on that part while working.
Kim has two tattoos. One tattoo portrays a pair of tribal wings with a cross through them while the other portrays a pharaoh skull, flanked by two cherubi and two revolvers under it. She also has a chin stud piercing.
| Scent |
Black Powder along with various industrial oils
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Mechanically talented ♦ Perfectionistic ♦ Logical thinking ♦ Emotionally detached ♦
Kim is cheerful, happy going but always has a 'vacancy' about her, as if she's not really there. She has always gotten along with family and friends, but only keep a close circle of people around her. She does not go out much and prefer to stay at home and work on her projects instead.
She is prone to strong showing of temper if her friends are being mistreated, but does not care much about herself. She can be slightly manipulative and mostly acts on logic and reason rather than emotions. She wants perfection in everything she does which interests her but cares little for most other things. Is also very easily excited about her interests and won't shut up about them once you get her going.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Firearms
✔ Target practise
✔ Most music
✔ Cooking
✔ Tinkering
✔ Warmth
✘ Most people
✘ Things not working
✘ Most pop music
✘ Sunshine
✘ Warmth
Hobbies
Kim's biggest hobby is building things. Everything from firearms to robots, to a simple IKEA chair. She is also a big fan of different games but has laid most of those on the shelf after starting up her shop. She basically tinkers, builds and programs most of her waking hours in the back rooms of the shop. She is also a big history buff.
| History |
Kim comes from the suburbs of Phillie. She had quite an average and uninteresting childhood. Her few moments of happiness was whenever they visited her grandparents up in the mountains. They lived in the outskirts of a small town called Red Lake. He also ran a small workshop which manufactured various items in metal.
She was always fascinated by the machinery, welding and electrical work. She could, and would stay for hours upon hours watching her grandfather work and sometimes help out as well. It did not matter what her parents said about hiking and bathing, she would remain indoors in the workshop.
This also set her upon her choice in life, to become an engineer. This was highly supported by her parents, but when she told them that she wanted to continue her grandfather's shop in Red Lake they argued against it. She did not care much of their wishes though as her mind was set in stone.
She took extra courses in business while working as much as she could while studying, building up a small fund of money. In the end, she finished her degree in engineering and since most of her work has revolved around gunsmithing, she decided that was her best course of action.
Her grandfather was more than happy to hand over the workshop since he did not use it any longer. Better be used than neglected he said as the deed was written over onto Kim. Her parents tried to convince her to work in the city instead, saying she was wasting her talent up in the mountains. This had only served to spurn her even more and she had left home soon after getting her degree.
The shop itself is quite modest looking from the outside and inside the store itself. However back in the workshop it's pretty high-tech. Kim sold most of machinery and replaced it with much newer equipment where one machine could do the work of three.
There had been a few people over, seeing what was happening in the old workshop as new signs and machinery was delivered to it. Kim herself had spent most of her time either in the workshop or on the road, securing new machinery or striking deals with different companies for sponsorship or sales.
It had taken quite a while, but finally the shop was open for business.
| Family |
Kim's both parents are alive and still living in Phillie along with her older sister and brother.
| Strengths |
A bit of a techwizard
Knows most things when it comes to industrial manufacturing
High IQ
| Weaknesses |
Quickly loses interest
Bad memory (especially what she finds not interesting)
Bad with faces and names
Trouble forming bonds
Lack of empathy
The Other
| Theme Song |
Trust me, I'm an engineer! – TheVilkaz
”Trust me, i'm an engineer !
i think we'll put this thing right here
trust me, i'm an engineer
what the fuck did just happened here ?
trust me, i'm anengineer !
with epic skill and epic gear !
trust me, i'm an engineer !
oh shit, i think i'm outta here !”
Kim Hansson
"Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything."
----George Bernard Shaw
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
☯ Riley Walker ☯
"The silly one at the inn"
An 'interesting' person which she talked to a bit while she lived at the bed and breakfast for a few days. Overly talkative, but not unpleasant, a welcome distraction from work. Kim has not seen her much though after she moved into the shop's second floor.
Cute when blushing.
☯ Sophie Fairchild ☯
"Waitress at the local Café"
Met while Kim was getting a coffee.
☯ Alyssa Paige ☯
"Fun to tease guide person"
Kim was offered a tour which she declined; saying that she didn't need a pretty guide holding her hand. Did not have too much contact after that.
Flirty.
☯ Cassandra Spencer ☯
"Another waitress"
Met on another day when Kim was getting some coffee.
☯ Charlie Elwood ☯
"Waiter at local café"
Met while getting coffee, Kim likes her coffee.
☯ Aron and Gage Brooks ☯
"Twins working at café"
Dang this café must be busy.
Aron seems quite rude, shouting like that.
☯ David Colton ☯
"The Sheriff"
Met a number of times as Kim was getting the gun manufacturing license for the shop along with sales permits. Did not talk much.
☯ Miranda Burke ☯
"Auto-shop lady"
Met once when Kim needed new tires for her car.
☯ Wesley Ward ☯
"Carpenter girl"
Hired her father for some carpenting work that needed to be done to the shop.
☯ Octavia Wolstenholme ☯
"Slightly rude, pretty eyes"
Met at diner when suddenly she sat down in the opposite booth. Cold demeanour.
☯ Avalon Jones ☯
"Girl at diner"
Locked eyes for a few moments, quite energetic.
☯ Vanessa Strong ☯
"Owner of local diner"
Met while getting celebratory meal.
Seems like a nice person, good looking as well.
Patricia Isaac
Basic Information
| Name |
Patricia Alicia Isaac
| Date of Birth |
August second 1986
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Straight as far as she knows
| Occupation |
Works at the local Highschool and occasionally teaches at a nearby University
| In-Depth Appearance |
Pat normally wears semi-formal clothes. Usually consisting of a shirt along with a tie and skirt. While walking around she normally wears a vest or jacket over the shirt, sometimes a coat. She tries to stay somewhat fashionable with the way she dresses while also going along with the school's dress code.
On her off hours she normally wears short jeans, or longer if she expects students to be around, and a loose fitting top to go along with it. She does not use too much makeup, trying to keep it natural. Her hair is curly by nature and goes along with it.
| Scent |
Textbooks and home cooking
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Understanding ♦ Stern ♦ Hard worker ♦ Lonely ♦
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| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Students
✔ Books
✔ Cooking
✔ Learning
✔ Teaching
✔ Drinks
✘ Rowdy students
✘ Being alone
✘ Birthdays
✘ Chaos
✘ Pranks
Hobbies
On her spare time she mostly works with school related things. Since she has not found someone for herself she devotes her time to work instead. She goes along with her colleges though to different pubs and clubs whenever they invite her to tag along, but she does not want a one night thing, so she always leaves alone.
| History |
Born and raised in Red Lake she went to teacher school at university and quickly signed up for a teacher position back home. She got the job and has been teaching ever since. She was quite content with this until who she thought was the love of her life.
They met during her early days of teaching and quickly fell in love. They had started living together after two years and moved to the city and Pat thought this was the person she was going to stay with forever and was going to ask for his hand in marriage when she had discovered him having an affair with another woman.
Pat had left and moved back to Red Lake where she was teaching anyway, closer distance for commuting, she told herself. It was around this time that she took up teaching at the university in the city as well. She wanted to bury herself in work to forget everything about what had happened to her.
At school though she continued to teach with passion, never showing her inner sadness to the outside world. She tries to keep in touch with her students and tries to keep a friendly relationship with them. However she never lets this get in the way of teaching, nor grading as she rules the classroom, at least to the best of her ability.
Almost year had passed since the breakup, and her birthday rapidly approaching along with it.
| Family |
Has two female Norwegian forest cats
An older soldier brother whom died in Iraq
| Strengths |
Hard worker
Stubborn
Just
| Weaknesses |
Craves companionship, but high standards
Stubborn
Just
Hopeless romantic
Craven
The Other
| Theme Song |
I believe – Hammerfall
”I believe - in everything I see, every
second is a miracle for me
I believe - after sunshine comes the
rain, and when it's pouring down
the only thing I feel is pain”
| Extra Information |
Rules don't exist
Patrica Issac
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⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
⚤ Riley ⚤
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46,008 | 1,246 | 298 | 2,618 | 2,984 | Kaylee Jade Evans and Connor Vos
Location: The Book Shop and Kaylee’s House.
Interacting With: Each other and Hunter (Kaylee's older brother).
She had to look perfect…
Frowning slightly as the strange thought crossed over her mind, she leant her body forward and over the sink, her soft greyish-green eyes flicking over her appearance in the mirror- oh, for the love of god, what the hell had gotten into her..? There was just something about him… something that made her want to put in effort; made her want to act like one of those prissy girls she knew from school back in Australia-… Argh, something was definitely wrong with her.
Slightly frustrated by the sudden train of thought, Kaylee shook her head lightly from side to side, her hands both coming up so that she could run her fingers through her hair, ruffling the long locks lightly before she stood herself up straight once more, taking only a few moments longer to look over the outfit that she had put on and give herself the okay before finally, she was satisfied, her feet (now dawned in her boots) carrying her back out of the bathroom and into the main room of her hideaway, a small smile seeming to play over her lips as she locked eyes with the guy who seemed to so quickly have taken her heart as his own- how was such a thing even possible..? Of course, she had boyfriends in the past… and ones that, at times, had become slightly more serious than her normal relationship; but this-…
This was different.
Lifting her hand up from her side, she used her fingertips to gently brush back some of her long dark locks of hair, neatly tucking them back behind her ear before she made her way back over to the open wardrobe she had pulled her clothes from, procuring a bag, and being sure to put the top he had given to her inside of it before finally, she closed the doors, her gaze slowly wandering over the room until she met with his gaze- his eyes… for God's sake, those eyes… those perfect eyes…
“..ready whenever you are…”
Connor was dressed in moments, pulling on an outfit similar to what he had worn before, the only clothes he had were all the same, after all. He spent the rest of the time as Kaylee dressed looking about the place. Or rather he wondered about, thoughtful. He couldn't help but think how this day just seemed to be… normal, and yet extraordinary. It could be said that Connor was inexperienced in what he now was, as well as whatever this was with Kaylee, and yet it seemed natural well perhaps not the wolf thing. Although he was enjoying the increased senses that came with it. If he concentrated, he could hear Kaylee moving about.
That was oddly reassuring to him. He ran a hand through his hair, finding himself flustered at the thought that he was so use to her presence already. He looked up as Kaylee entered the room, smiling at her. To him, it seemed he had smiled more just this day, then in the last year. There was just something about Kaylee, that made him feel… well everything.
He tilted his head, studying her. Was she slightly flustered? He smiled again and said “There's just something I have to do first, before we go” he said as he walked over to her. He leaned down to kiss her, unable to stop himself. He pulled back after a moment, and said “Okay, now we can go” another smile, taking her hand to head to his truck. While he was still worried about going to her family's place, he felt like he could take it on. After all, he had taken on a lot more these last few months.
Her cheeks were on fire- or at least, that’s how it felt as the blush crept over them at the simple kiss he had given to her. Why was this so right..? She knew nothing about him… he knew nothing about her; so why then did it feel as though everything that had ever happened in her life so far had been leading to that very moment where the both of them had laid eyes on one another for the first time..?
Smiling softly as she followed him down the steps, Kaylee turned, making sure to seal up the entrance to the room before they left the store; closing and locking the doors behind them as they left. Out of the comfortable intimate setting, and into the harsh reality of what was next to come for the both of them… her brother was going to flip his shit when they got home… Shoving the thought right out of her mind so that it wouldn’t worry her any longer, she slipped the key back into its hiding place before finally, she hurried to join him back in the cab of his truck.
“That was… a pretty cheeky move you pulled back there. Stealing a kiss like that…” Chuckling softly, she twisted her body around in the passenger side seat so that she was able to face him, her hands both reaching forward to rest softly upon his thigh as she leant her body in, her eyes softening as she searched his own- she was never going to get used to this… the way her heart seemed to skip a beat each and every time he gave her his attention…
“But, uh… you know all you had to do was ask, right..?” Her gaze flicked down to his lips, lingering there for only a fraction of a second before she closed the gap that was between them, her soft lips pressing lightly against his own for what felt like an eternity before she pulled back, leaving only a breaths hair between them, “..or not… you know; let’s go with not… I love it when you kiss me…”
Connor gave a chuckle, and retrieved his keys from their secret compartment, putting the keys in the ignition, "Oh, aye, but stealing a kiss just makes it so much… more then asking for one" he said, looking to her. It seemed like every time he looked at her, he couldn't get enough. As she kissed, he returned it, wanting to pull her closer, yet the truck wasn't made for such a move. He settled for the kiss, and smiled at her words.
"Why do you think I stole a kiss? Because I love it too"
He was all too reluctant to start the car, merely preferring her company alone, then going to meet new people. The truck started with the same ease it had shown earlier. "I just love being with you" he said as he pulled out the park. Everything about Kaylee attracted him, and he breathed her scent in deeply as it filled the cab.
He decided to use it as strength as he began to drive, once more, to her place. With the GPS's help, he wouldn't get lost. Hopefully.
The more they drove, the more her heart began to sink in her chest… and the closer they got to her new home, the quieter she began to get. Hunter was... unpredictable when it came to protecting his own; and the fact that she had not only disobeyed him, but was now also bringing home a complete and utter stranger for her family to meet..? This was definitely going to be a family dinner for the ages…
Shifting slightly, though out of nervousness as they pulled into the beginning of the drive, Kaylee let her hand reach out, searching for his own before she took a hold of it, squeezing it softly however in more of a comfort to herself as they continued down the drive to her new home. How could anything be this nerve wracking..? It wasn’t rocket science; it was introducing the guy she was with to her family-…
Oh shit… she was introducing him to the family…
She heard the front door slamming long before it even came into view; the unmistakable growl of her brother hitting her ears, causing her to shoot Connor an apologetic look as they pulled up, parking the truck on the front lawn before she hurried to step out, quickly moving to intercept her brother before he could get anywhere near Connor, “Hunter; relax okay..! It’s nothing; I’m fine..!”
“You disobeyed me, Kaylee..! How the bloody hell is that nothing..!” Baring his canines at his younger sister, Hunter stormed forward, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he met her halfway, his full attention focusing on her before the sound of a car caught his ear, forcing him to lift his gaze before shooting it over to the truck she had arrived in; pausing for a moment, he lifted his hand up, pointing over at the guy he didn’t recognize, “..who the fuck is he..?”
“It was nothing, Hunter..! You’re making a big deal out of something that doesn’t even matter-…” She turned her head, her gaze flicking back to Connor from over her shoulder before she brought it back over to Hunter, taking a couple of steps back so that she was clearly placed in between the both of them, “..this is Connor; he’s been nothing but good to m-…”
“He smells off- wet dog…” Snarling protectively, Hunter balled his hands up, his eyes flashing for a moment in his anger before he began to close the gap between them, “If you’ve done anything to her; touched her in anyway, I’ll kill you..!”
“Leave him alone, you bastard..!” Snarling protectively, Kaylee rushed forward, her hands once more dawned with her claws coming up so that she could once again intercept her brother before he could do anything stupid; the two of them instead turning on one another as she brought her arm across, her claws running across his face leaving deep gashes behind as she forced him backwards.
“I’ve imprinted on him..!”
Kaylee's nervousness was palpable. When she reached for his hand, he gave hers a gentle, comforting squeeze. If Kaylee was nervous, he would just have to be steady for the both of them. Which was easier said than done, as someone, clearly her brother, came storming out, quite angry and definitely intimidating. His behaviour alarmed Connor, and he was out the car before he even had time to think that he was putting himself in danger, not that he would have cared. As Kaylee put herself between him and her brother, Connor knew it wasn't to stop him from lashing out, but her brother.
And then it seemed to escalate from there. He was shocked as he came towards him, clearly intent on ripping him apart. Connor stood there, and blinked, wondering just how he could defuse this situation. Kaylee interrupted him again, and Connor hurried forward, even as she slashed her brothers face. Her words echoed through his head, he had heard of imprinting before, but only in the contents of animals imprinting on their mothers. An uncontrollable wave of love. It made his heart speed up a bit, even as he pulled Kaylee away, standing in front of her, a low growl tearing from his throat.
"No offense but you smell of wet dog as well. However, I unlike you, can get past that and get your own scent. I don't care if you are the king of England, if I ever see you treat your sister like something you own and can control again, you won't like it"
He recognized the hurried need to dominate, to show he wasn't afraid of Hunter, but he didn't take his eyes off Hunter, ready to defend himself if need be, to defend Kaylee. Right then, he would do anything to make sure she didn't get hurt. "I've done nothing I regret. I've not forced her to do anything. Of course I can't say I haven't touched her in anyway, but I would never presume to have more than she wanted. I care about her, a great deal despite only knowing her today. I know she's right there, right behind me, probably trying to figure out if I'll let her maul you again or how she can get past me; her scent overwhelms me, and her smile lights up my world…”
“If that is what imprinting is...well then, it's safe to say I've imprinted on her to. If that angers you, I don't care." He knew he was defying someone that could be deadly, but right then he felt deadly too.
One moment she had been facing her brother, and the next, she was behind Connor… her body pressed up against his back, and her lips parting as she watched him from over his shoulder, her touch soft as she took a gentle hold of his sides, listening to what it was that he was saying- did he just..?
Her once angered expression softened almost instantly at his words, her claws and canines both slowly retracting back leaving her with her normal pearly whites and nails as she shifted, her movements not only slow but purposeful as she stepped around Connor, her body remaining closely pressed against his own as she once more put herself between the both of them, her hands resting lightly over his chest as she stooped her head down, turning nuzzling it into the crook of his neck, clearly covering his jugular to protect him from any action her brother might take out on him.
“..he’s my mate, Hunter…”
That had him stopping dead. His eyes flicking back and forth between his sister and the scrawny little thing she had brought home with her- imprinted..? How was that even possible when he hadn’t even found his mate yet… Clenching his jaw for a moment, Hunter hesitated before eventually, he lowered his arms back to his sides, the gashes on his face already beginning to heal as he huffed out a laugh, his head turning away and to the side so he didn’t have to look at them anymore, “Ha… typical; she gets into trouble, and won’t face the consequence of defying her beta…”
Shaking his head lightly, he took another moment before turning his attention back over to where the pair of them stood in front of him, studying them for a good few moments before letting out a frustrated yell- this was one fight he wasn’t going to win, “Fine..! But watch yourself mutt; you might be my sister’s mate, but I don’t take kindly to strays being brought in off the street. And if you ever try and interfere with pack business aga-…”
“We’re not in a pack anymore, Hunter… we had to leave our pack behind, remember..? You even got to choose and train your replacement. I met the pack who runs this town- Connor is their beta… if-… if anything; we’re the strays, not him.”
“Hmph… Just-… Just don’t ever worry me like that again, got it..!” Not even bothering to utter another word to either of them, Hunter turned on his heel, growling softly to himself as he stormed off around the side of the house and back out of sight, leaving them both on their own again.
“..I-I’m so sorry about him, Connor…”
As Kaylee moved around him, it took all his willpower not to push her back behind him, wanting to keep her out of harms way, but she seemed intent on cuddling against him, and, Connor saw with curiosity to protect a vulnerable target, as if they were truly animals in the wild. Unable to help himself, he did place an arm around her, both to be able to push her behind him again, and to receive comfort from the simple contact.
Suddenly Connor saw something else flicker for a moment in Hunter’s body language. Was he… envious? Imprinting must really mean something. As Hunter's gaze flickered between them, Connor could imagine what he was thinking. Connor knew that he looked like a good gust of wind would snap him in two, that he wasn't exactly intimidating. But he stared back at Hunter, defiant.
Well. He couldn't exactly argue with the stray comment, given he practically lived in his truck. He decided not to correct Kaylee. Right then, he didn't even know what position he was in the pack. Which once more reminded him to message Vanessa, and see if everything was okay, but it was swiftly removed from his mind, as Hunter began to leave.
Connor called out, "You don't have to worry. It's not like I'm going to let anything happen to her. You should have more faith in her, you know" he was relieved the worst seemed to be over and he let out a slow breath. "Well that was certainly… an experience." He looked down at Kaylee, unable to help himself, he kissed her on the top of her head.
"It's okay. I'd probably be the same if I had a sister" he said, and not for the first time wondered why his parents hadn't had other children. "I can't imagine anything more terrifying than that, so why don't we round it off, and see your parents?"
Nodding her head lightly in understanding, Kaylee gave no sign that she was about to move from where she was pressed up against him, her head once more nuzzling lightly into his neck as she let herself melt into his body, revelling in the warmth and safety that his arms had to offer her- this was so right… they were so right…
“..my parents are going to love you, Connor…”
It was nothing more than the truth; unlike her rather over-protective brother, her parents (while both worried) were rather relaxed when it came to their children being a part of not only the supernatural world, but also the normal one they had to grow up in. Lifting her head up from where it was rested on his chest, she gave him a soft smile, pausing for a few moment of thought before she once again met with his eyes, “Connor, did you-… did you mean what you said to Hunter..? About imprinting on me..?”
As she leaned against him, Connor held Kaylee close, more than content to stay out there forever. He appeared thoughtful for a moment, still not entirely sure what imprinting truly was, but having a good idea. “I rarely say things I do not mean, and I have meant every word I have said today” he said, smiling that slightly crooked smile. He would figure out its full meaning later. Although perhaps it wasn't something that could truly be figured out.
“I imagine we are giving your neighbors a lot to talk about, should we go in?” Not that he particularly cared. People would gossip about just about anything these days. He glanced back at his truck, where he had left his door open as he had jumped out, giving a soft sigh and going to close it.
Refusing to let go of him any time soon, Kaylee followed in his footsteps, her hands both reaching out to take a gentle hold of his before finally, she pressed herself closer into her, his arm hugged against her chest and her head tilting until she was able to rest her cheek lightly over his shoulder, softly nuzzling up into the crook of his neck, “The property is large enough that the neighbours won’t see a thing unless they actually grab binoculars… I told you mum and dad know about our world; they both accommodate and make their choices based on it as well- it’s also why the driveways is longer than normal, and the property has a lot of tree’s surrounding it.”
Pausing for a moment, she lifted her head up, allowing her eyes to slowly glide up over his shoulder… his collarbone… his neck… his jaw… his chin… his lips; before eventually, she met his beautiful gaze once again, her fingers entwining with his own between their bodies, “..it’s as supernatural proof as they can make it without lining the place with silver or wolfsbane, and digging a bunker strong enough to hold us during a full moon.”
Dropping her head, she fell silent for a moment, biting softly on the inside of her lip before she allowed her attention to wander away and over what she could see of the property until she felt she had no other choice, bringing her eyes back to meet his, “..and for the record; I’ve meant every single word I’ve said today as well… especially what I said to Hunter…”
Connor could see the strategic planning to the property, but he wouldn't put it past simple human curiosity to indeed have people looking with binoculars. Humans were naturally curious about other humans, especially new to the community humans. There was no telling when someone might come, bearing a welcome basket or casserole as they were wont to do, in order to get a bit of a peek-a-boo. Still, it did seem quite private, but it was nerve wracking enough to meet any girls parents, and just seemed more so after what had happened with Hunter.
And yet he simply couldn't stop himself holding her, enjoying the closeness, and the… rightness of it all. At the mention of the full moon, Connor recalled his own recent experiences. And he knew he had to become more adept, to truly be in control of himself at the next full moon, when the teenagers would first turn. But that was a thought for tomorrow. Today, it was only Kaylee. He smiled at her words, but he seemed sheepish as he said “I know, you've shown me so much that… well wonders me. But you're going to have to tell me what imprinting truly means, because I don't actually know” he admitted, feeling that there was so much he didn't know.
“Imprinting- it’s… hard to explain…”
Frowning slightly as she thought over how best to explain to him what she believed was actually going on between the both of them, Kaylee let her gaze wander, her hands never once loosening their loving grip around his arm as she began to lead them up to the front door, using her hip to open the door for the both of them as they made their way into the house, “..I guess you could say it’s kinda like love at first sight- but then that doesn’t really compare or give way to the gravity of it all…”
Shooting him a soft though apologetic smile, she quickly glanced around the living room, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly as she took a moment to just listen… silence apart from the muttering of her older brother in the backyard as he set up the barbecue- seemed luck might be on her side after all. Bringing her attention back over to Connor, she motioned with her head over to a small hallway off to the left of the kitchen and living room, letting him know which way they were going before she led the way down and towards where her room was located.
“..my old Alpha tries her best to explain it to all of us when she believes us ready to understand; she says it’s like some involuntary mechanism… like gravity shifting; or your whole world changing in an instant and without warning…” Finally letting go of his arm once she was inside of her room, she made her way over to her bed (which she had set up earlier along with her TV and consoles), shifting a couple of boxes off of it before she took a seat, her expression thoughtful as she tried to continue her explanation, “..supposedly, it’s how we find our soulmates… and once it happens; it’s as if the only thing that matters anymore- the only thing that’s keeping you here on Earth, and sane… the only thing that’s worth living for is that one person…”
Connor let himself be led, contemplating Kaylee's words. He thought back to that first glance, only a few hours past, really. He had wanted to offer clothes, not simply for dignity. And then everything since had been… all Kaylee. And he thought about how he had seemed to just be floating along since his father's death, but now… he felt rooted. He watched Kaylee move about her room, moving things before sitting down, and he stood watching her. Soul mates, but more than.
"Well"
He wasn't actually too sure what to say. It seemed like… everything was settling, like a lake settling after a stone had been thrown into it. He rubbed the back of his neck, not nervous but merely… thoughtful.
"Kaylee… everything has been… just you. I don't know if it's imprinting or not, but I know… that I want to be with you" he said, walking over to her, and sitting down beside her. "And… I know… that I've never felt like that, in anyway before. I just know… that I feel like I've found somewhere to be, to live. And it's because of you"
Twisting slightly over the mattress, Kaylee lifted her head up to meet with his gaze once again- he was so sweet… Leaning forward, she closed the gap between the both of them, her lips pressing softly up against his own in a loving kiss before she pulled away, her forehead resting lightly against his own as she inched herself closer to him, “..I wanted to go home… to go back to Australia- I never wanted to be here in this country; let alone this town…”
Reaching over to him, she slipped her hands into his own, her fingers curling lightly as she took a hold of them, her body lifting up and twisting slightly as she shifted her position, perching once more on the mattress before she lifted her legs up, “But just knowing you, even for a few hours; I don’t want that anymore… yeah, I miss being there and being with my friends, but-… but for some reason, you mean much more than that; you make me wanna settle down… and more than that, you make me wanna settle down, and plant roots with you…”
Connor gave her hands a squeeze, he nodded, knowing it was the same for him. He couldn't explain it. And maybe that was the whole point. He shifted, bringing Kaylee closer to him, merely because he enjoyed the feel of her, right there in his arms as he wrapped them around her. He was well aware he had a duty to the pack that was forming here, and yet… he felt like he already had one, with Kaylee.
"I'm glad you came here" he said softly, "to me. I'm glad you disobeyed your brother, and went exploring. I'm glad we found each other. I'm happy, with you"
He lowered his head to hers and held her. He doubted anything would get him to let go, right then. It just seemed… perfect. The thought of her parents, her brother perhaps coming in was a very faded thought, nor did he think he would care. “It's been… a life changing day”
“..it really has…”
Smiling softly though in complete agreement to what he had been saying, she pulled away from him, taking her time to lay back over the bed before she lightly tugged on his hand, urging for him to lay down with her, “..if I could go back and do it all again; I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Waiting until he was laying down with her, she pressed herself into his chest, lightly brushing the tip of her nose against his before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, “..you’re the biggest part of my life now…”
Returning the kiss, Connor was more than content, laying there. There would always be grief over his father's death, as there would always be grief over his mother's, long dead now and wonder at why he had been allowed to survive. But right now, today, he… found it bearable.
He had forgotten what it was to lay on a bed that didn't need air. He gave a soft happy sigh, letting Kaylee simply overwhelm his senses, finding peace in that.
"As you are mine" every thought he had, it was about what he could do, to be happy here, to be happy with Kaylee. There wasn't a thought that they were, technically two different species, that on the full moon he might lose control, no thought that he didn't have a house of his own. Just… Kaylee.
“I want to...truly make something with you, Kaylee” | Name: Syleste Astrea Nioré.
Nick-Names: Syl, Pinkie, Juliet, Nioré .
Gender: Female.
Occupation: High School Student.
Place Of Origin: New York, United States of America.
Age: Sixteen Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 17th of August, 1999.
Scent: Strawberries and cream.
Appearance - Human (Sixteen Years Old):
~Relationship Information~
Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Unknown (Has never had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend before).
Partner: None.
Father: Mitchell Vos (Never met him).
Mother: Elise Nioré.
Siblings: Connor Vos (Older Half-Brother/ Doesn’t know him).
Pet/s: Finding him alone and abandoned as a pup in her backyard after moving to Red Lake, Syleste both owns and cares for a beautiful young fox, which she has named Ce-Jay.
Other: None.
"A friend is someone who knows everything about you… the good, the bad… but they still choose to love you."
~ Syleste Astrea Nioré.
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure
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~Personal Information~
Personality:
♦ Extremely Kind-Hearted ♦ Rather Stubborn ♦ Overly Helpful ♦ Shy and Modest ♦ Exceedingly Mature ♦ Slightly Broken ♦ Quite Bubbly ♦
Known to all those around her to be an exceedingly sweet and charming young lady; Syleste is an extremely graceful and very loving, kind-hearted girl who cares deeply for all those of whom she not only believes herself to be close to, but also those she holds dear to her within her heart; the dreamy-eyed girl showing her love and affection to all those close to her. Overly curious and full of life she tends to find herself, more often than not, walking into some sort of danger or trouble; whether it be something as minor as receiving a slight paper cut on her finger, or something that's of far more serious consequence such as following her curiosity and accidentally falling off the bank and into the lake- the bubbly teenager never showing any signs that she's willing to let her disability get in the way of her living the life she wants to. Though coming off sometimes as shy at first when a situation seems to overwhelm her (large crowds of people surrounding her, loads of information being given to her at one time, ect.), once she has had time to adjust, Syleste seems to have no issues putting herself out there for others to see; the young girl never truly having a problem whenever it comes to being an open book, or making friends.
Although a kind and graceful soul, Syleste is also known for being stubborn when it comes to something that she truly believes in, choosing to stand up for it rather than backing down once she has already made up her mind, usually making it near impossible to convince her otherwise. Quite mature and oddly grown-up for her age thanks to living her whole life with her disability, Syleste often does all she can not to be, or to be considered a "burden" to all those who are around her, the young woman doing everything she can and more to help out (cleaning, cooking, ect.), even sometimes choosing to put her own needs aside in favor of others, no matter how difficult the task may seem for her; the girl trying her best at everything and anything that she seems to set her mind to.
Coming across at times as being quietly confident and extremely calm, she sometimes tends to pull away from the company of others becoming very reserved and thoughtful, choosing instead to lose herself within her own mind and in her own little world. Unnaturally bright and unique in her own way, Syleste has the aptitude for thinking outside of the box on general occasion, always coming up with strange ideas that would normally otherwise be considered near impossible to pull off, though with the young woman's odd way of using her intelligence she is known for being able to twist them to the point of making it all work out.
The Adaptable Brain
At birth, the portion of the brain that deal with vision, hearing, and all other senses are connected. As a sighted child continues to grow up, these connections begin to separate themselves from one another, until eventually independent centers in the brain control each of the different senses that a person can use. In a blind infant however, these connections might remain intact, and the job of processing sound might be shared by both the visual cortex, as well as the auditory processing centers. If a person loses his/ her sight during childhood or adulthood, the connections might have already been separated because myelin (the fatty sheath surrounding affected nerves) develops rapidly in the very young.
Neuro-Imaging
Research into blindness has found that while regions in the brain that deal with vision are smaller in blind individuals than in that of those who still have their sight, other non-visual areas are increasingly larger. Looking into the brain's potential to adapt after blindness, researchers have found that blindness causes structural changes in the brain, indicating that the brain may reorganize itself functionally in order to adapt to a loss in sensory input; the area's in the brain dealing with memory, hearing, and other senses becoming enlarged in an attempt to compensate for the fact that the person can no longer see.
Echolocation
A blind person can become quite adept at using echolocation (identifying an object by the sound or echo that it makes) while moving through the world around him/ her. Children or babies that are born blind use extra hand movements as they crawl, slapping the floor around them to create a kind of auditory and sensory feedback. The use of reflected sound by blind children helps them to explore and manipulate aspects of the sound world, other visually impaired individuals may make clicking noises to note the changes in sound as the distance between them and different obstacles shift; this can also be seen in animals such as dolphins and bats.
Using Touch To Explore The World
The largest area of the brain's surface is devoted to the hand and the sense of touch, the skin being the largest organ of the body allows us to use this sense to the fullest, and the blind child is a "sensation" of information. Many blind individuals can feel changes in temperature as they near a window, wall, and other objects, relying on their enhanced sense of touch to help them explore the world around them.
A Deeper Vision
Before the invention of non-invasive neuro-imaging, people could only speculate and look on in awe at the increased abilities that those who were blind seemed to posses. The well-known painter, Pablo Picasso explored the nature of blindness during his "Blue Period", some claiming that he was able to find an intensity of other senses in his depiction of the blind. Researchers state that what you lose in one place, you gain elsewhere, reinforcing the idea that other senses are not only affected but also enhanced by blindness.
Likes:
✔ Animals of all kinds; especially her pet fox, however, asking her to describe them is another matter.
✔ Cuddling with her friends, and others she cares about.
✔ Hot chocolates and marshmallows.
✔ Strawberries and pomegranates.
✔ Music; especially singing and playing the piano.
✔ Bubblegum, and the color pink.
✔ Reading (Fantasy mostly).
Dislikes:
✘ Swimming, and deep water (strong fear).
✘ Riding bikes (of any kind).
✘ Being left completely alone.
✘ Being treated differently.
Hobbies: Not willing to let her disability get the better of her, Syleste shows great talent and love when it comes to things like music, and reading; the young woman especially skilled at both singing and playing the piano for her friends and family, and reading anything in braille.
Strengths:
⚜ Being blind- thanks to her disability, her other senses (hearing, smell, taste and touch) have become slightly more enhanced than that of a normal person.
⚜ Intelligent when it comes to being able to read anything she is given in braille.
⚜ Music; especially singing and playing the piano.
Weaknesses:
☠ Being blind- people tend to treat her differently, more delicately, like she’s made of glass.
☠ Has a strong fear of both swimming, and deep water.
☠ Easily overwhelmed- surrounded by large crowds, given loads of information at once, ect.
☠ Believes herself to be a burden, and tries her best to not be one.
Brief Biography:
♦ To be written… again…♦
~Other Information~
Other: Understanding that people can become quite uncomfortable with her disability, Syleste keeps a bit of light blue material with her which she uses to hide her eyes from view, not wanting others to have to deal with the strange look of her eyes- though the young woman's goal is to one day find a place where she really belongs, and a life surrounded by people who truly accepted for who she is.
Though never talking about it without first being asked, Syleste has a small though meaningful tattoo situated behind her right ear that not even her mother knows that she had done.
~Theme Song~
Theme Song:
"Wake Me Up" by Avicii.
Lyrics:
Feeling my way through the darkness,
Guided by a beatin’ heart.
I can’t tell where the journey will end,
But I know where to start.
They tell me I’m too young to understand,
They say I’m caught up in a dream.
Well life will pass me by if I don’t open up my eyes,
Well, that’s fine by me.
So wake me up when it’s all over,
When I’m wiser, and I’m older.
All this time I was finding myself,
And, I didn’t know I was lost. |
46,009 | 1,246 | 299 | 305 | 6,674 | The Twins
Both twins let Cassandra clean their wounds. They both turned. Aron hugged Cassandra while gage stood back. "Tha k you Cassandra. Means a lot." aron let her go and looked at gage who nodded. "Thanks" They both pulled back on their shirts and aron rubbed his neck. "Sorry we dragged you into this. We will be fine...." Aron was trying to be cheerful and take away the depression. Aron looked at Gage who still looked down.
"We could go to Vanessa's dinner and compare food" Gage huffed. "My cooking is awesome." "Up to you Cassandra. What do you want to do?" it was clear the twins would pretend nothing happened. It was their coping technique. | Aron Brooks
(blue shirt in img)
Basic Information
| Name |
Aron Reymond Brooks
| Date of Birth |
April 4, 1997 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Gay (in the closet)
| Occupation |
Both twins work at the café. (Because they hate being at home.)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Aron is the shorter of the two brothers, standing at 6 feet exactly. Both brothers have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Though people say that Aron’s overall appearance seems more warm and friendly then Gage's.
Aron has a tendency to wear t shirts of various hues. Generally leaning toward blues.
Aron’s wolf form is a dirty blonde and white colored wolf with his same eyes. This form is lean rather then bulky…and somehow more easily identified from his brother.
| Scent |
Cinnamon roll
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Charming ♦ Too trusting ♦ Gold heart ♦Obnoxious♦
Aron is a sweet heart through and through. He tries to help people, which often can be taken advantage of. He wants nothing more then to help people, leading him to wish to be a doctor in the future.
He is also a dreamer, tending to cause for him to have goals that may seem difficult to reach. This goes hand in hand with him being a hard worker, he simply will not give up on something if he can help it.
Even with all this friendliness, he still can’t help but be obnoxious. It is thought that that side of the twins rubbed off on each other. They both love to be obnoxious and this often gets them into trouble. Gage more so then Aron.
| Likes & Dislikes |
Likes:
-Animals
-Exercise
-Outdoors
-Parties
-Competition
Dislikes:
-Liars
-Sitting still
-His adopted parents
-Being confined
-Pain (emotional and non)
Hobbies
Any exercise from boxing to parkour with his brother. He loves to compete with Gage and enjoys teaming up with his brother to compete with anyone willing. Often, he will take up any challenge along with his brother.
| History |
The brother’s past is relatively sad. They were originally from California, but after a terrible car wreck left them in the hands of foster care at a young age (both were 7). They stayed there for a year until their soon ‘new parents’ would adopt them because they were ‘cute’. Both brothers figured out that the only time their adoptive parents really cared about them were showing them off, any other time they could care less. This caused for the twins to become far more independent with a tendency to be dependent on each other’s presence. This has lead for the two to have a really tight bond, which is equally good and bad.
Aron himself figured out that he was gay when he was 13. Finding that his brother was trying to get him with girls and being far more interested in boys. He tried hiding it, but his brother figured it out rather easily and upon agreement Gage decided not to tell anyone else until Aron is ready. Which may not be for a while since his adoptive parents are really homophobic, so he does not want to deal with that conflict.
The only thing he thinks his brother does not know is a relationship he had. Aron dated at 14, thinking that this guy was meant to be with him. It did not end well, so even though he is very trusting and sweet he has been hurt before.
| Family |
Gage
Adopted parents (neither brother likes them very much)
| Strengths |
• Charming
• Muscular
• Intelligent
| Weaknesses |
• Trusting
• His brother (they depend on each other)
• Not a huge fan of spiders
The Other
| Theme Song |
Secrets-One republic
“I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til' all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away”
Extra
Aron and Gage are identical twins and hardly ever seen apart. Often they will mirror each other’s actions without even realizing it.
'I have read the rules'
Gage Brooks
(Dark shirt in img)
Basic Information
| Name |
Gage Thomas Brooks
| Date of Birth |
April 4, 1997 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Occupation |
Both twins work at the café. (Because they hate being at home.)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Gage is the taller of the two standing at 6 foot 1. Both brothers have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Gage seems to have more of a stand offish appearance. People saying that his eyes seem cold.
Gage has a tendency to wear button ups in dark colors. Though he does occasionally wear t shirts that are lighter then Aron’s vibrant hues.
Gage’s wolf form is a more bulky, muscular wolf who’s fur is a light cream color with blonde colored ears. Somehow he manages to look smug even in wolf form
| Scent |
Pine trees
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Honest ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Loyal ♦Obnoxious♦
Gage is polar opposite to his brother. Where Aron is sweet, Gage is a jerk. His sarcasm can bite through steel and he can’t seem to help himself when an opportunity to be sarcastic arises. If anything, Gage manages to somehow get into more trouble then Gage.
That being said, he is loyal to those whom he cares for. Willing to beat up any who try to hurt them. If he could, he would do something about his adopted parents, but that is generally frowned upon in polite society.
To his friends, he is a good one. Someone willing to have their back at any point. However, the moment you break his trust that is the moment you lose him as a friend. He simply does not take that lightly.
| Likes & Dislikes |
Likes:
-Cooking
-Exercise (really loves running)
-Outdoors
-Parties
-Competition
Dislikes:
-Liars
-Sitting still
-His adopted parents
-Math (ugh)
-His brother getting hurt
Hobbies
Any exercise from boxing to parkour with his brother. He loves to compete with Aron and enjoys teaming up with his brother to compete with anyone willing. Often, he will take up any challenge along with his brother. Another hobby is trying to convince his brother to take his math class for him. That is a full time thing.
Both brothers are fast runners and really should be on the track team.
| History |
The brother’s past is relatively sad. They were originally from California, but after a terrible car wreck left them in the hands of foster care at a young age (both were 7). They stayed there for a year until their soon ‘new parents’ would adopt them because they were ‘cute’. Both brothers figured out that the only time their adoptive parents really cared about them were showing them off, any other time they could care less. This caused for the twins to become far more independent with a tendency to be dependent on each other’s presence. This has lead for the two to have a really tight bond, which is equally good and bad.
Gage found himself becoming more defensive and less friendly then his brother after the accident. Deciding not letting anyone too close is the way to protect both himself and his brother.
When Gage found out Aron was gay, he did not really know how to react. Being 13, he did not really know how to. However, he got over it quickly and figure his brother is still the same guy and nothing would change that.
Gage did know about the secret relationship, but figured Aron would want to try to deal with it on his own. Seeing his brother hurt made him want to really bruise up the guy….and his secret is that he did.
| Family |
Aron
Adopted parents (neither brother likes them very much)
| Strengths |
• Loyal
• Muscular
• Intelligent
| Weaknesses |
• Does not trust very easily
• His brother (they depend on each other)
• Math (ugghhh)
The Other
| Theme Song |
Demons-Imagine Dragons
“I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide”
Extra
Aron and Gage are identical twins and hardly ever seen apart. Often they will mirror each other’s actions without even realizing it.
’I have read the rules’
The Twins Relations
{"Two for the price of two"}
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
☯Sophie§
Aron: (friendly neutral)
"I will get her out of that shell. She's such an awesome person”
Aron talks to her a lot and is convinced he can break her out of her shell. He thinks that overcoming her shyness will be good for her.
Gage:
"shes a loner…"
Gage is around her a lot because of Aron. He doesn't really trust her because of her loner status, so he settles for glaring at her until he figures her out.
☮Vanessa§
Aron: (friends)
"She is awesome!"
Aron found it easy to become friends with Vanessa, finding her awesome and fun to hang around.
Gage:
"Meh"
Gage can tell that she does not feel comfortable around him and that causes tension. That and his lack of trust does not fully help that either. Really they have a bit of personality clash more then anything.
☯Alyssa☯
Aron: (friendly neutral)
"Gym buddy."
Though he doesn't know her very well, he gets along well with her at the gym. Also thinks they could be great friends outside of it if they interacted.
Gage:
"She can keep up with us, so she's cool"
Gage finds her pretty cool with her ability to keep up with them at the gym.
Symbol Cassandra Symbol
Aron: (friends)
"She has shy moments, but she's fun"
Aron found her shy and for him that makes him want to hang out with her and really get to know her as a friend. So he has been.
Gage:
"Once she's past the shyness she is really cool"
Gage finds her cool to be around and actually fun to talk to.
☯Vincent§
Aron: (Neutral)
"He's a bit rough around the edges, but a good guy"
Aron feels like the two could be friends, but something seems to be holding vincent back. Aron will keep hanging out with him though, because that is what he does.
Gage:
"I swear if he messes up our names again....
Gage isn't really fond of the guy. He does't trust him either, leaving him to be rather tense around vincent. However, he does have moments where he does't mind him and could see them being friends, but then again...maybe not.
☯Lucy☯
Aron: (neutral)
"I see her around, but I haven't really talked to her. Wonder what she is like"
Aron has not really interacted with lucy, but thinks she is probably a good person.
Gage:
"Oh levi's sis"
Gage knows of her because she is Levi's sister. other then that, no clue.
☮Charlie☮
Aron: (Friends)
“He plays pranks occasionally, but the guy is a really awesome friend"
Aron become friends with charlie fairly easily, finding that while charlie plays pranks on him, he still thinks the guy is awesome. He also finds he has the best times hanging around with him, possibly getting into trouble.
Gage:
"The guy is fun"
Gage finds that he can really get along with charlie...even if the guy is terrible with hitting on girls.
☯Riley§
Aron: (neutral)
"She's pretty cool"
Aron sees her around and talks to her here and there.
Gage:
"I bet she thinks I'm an asshole"
Gage doesn't talk to her much finding there to be a bit of a personality clash.
♫Kimberly☯
Aron: (best friends)
"My best friend she's the best!"
Aron feels that he can talk to her about anything and really values their friendship. He thinks that eventually he will be able to tell her his secret....eventually.
Gage:
"She is best friends with my brother....she's okay"
Gage won't admit it, but he thinks she is pretty cool and fun to be around.
Tj
Aron: (Neutral)
"Don't really know her"
Neither of the boys really know her.
Gage:
"Who?"
Neither of the boys really know her.
Symbol Levi Symbol
Aron: (neutral)
"He is friends with my brother...seems cool"
Aron only knows him because Gage hangs out with him. Other then that nothing much known about him.
Gage:
"He's cool"
Gage is friends with him...finding that they get along well and Gage tries to make sure Levi isn't picked on.
Symbol Miranda Symbol
Aron: (friends)
"She is like a firework and its awesome to hang out with her"
Aron finds he really enjoys her company. Finding that her positivity is uplifting and her tendency to be a hard worker is really uplifting for him.
Gage:
"She is good around aron...Don't think we mesh well though"
Gage sees her around aron a lot and sees that they do okay together. He respects her more then anything.
Billy
Aron: (friends)
"Billy is awesome"
Both twins find Billy easy to hang around and enjoy his company.
Gage:
"Billy is cool"
Both twins find Billy easy to hang around and enjoy his company.
Charlotte
Aron: (neutral)
"She's the doctor right?
Neither brother has been in the hospital so, they don't really know her.
Gage: (neutral)
"Who?
Neither brother has been in the hospital so, they don't really know her.
Zachary
Aron: (friends)
He's so calm. Being around him is relaxing.
Aron finds being friends with zach rather easy...like with many other people, their personalities seem to do okay around each other.
Gage:
Gage likes hanging around zach. Even though Zach lectures both brothers and it irritates him a bit he is at the point where he sees zach as another sibling almost. So the lectures are met with eye rolls.
Teddy
Aron: (Respect)
"Oh the detective. He seems cool.
Aron doesn't really know the decretive, but with that position he automatically respects him.
Gage:
"...."
Being that Teddy is a detective and Gage is a trouble maker there is tension from his end.
Cash
Aron: (respect)
"He's pretty cool
Aron respects him as an authority figure. He also sees the guy occasionally when he goes running.
Gage:
"Hes an officer
Gage generally doesn't get along well with police. He also thinks he could run faster. Slow poke.
Rudy
Aron: (Crush)
"Oh...he's...cool"
Aron is crushing on the guy. Finding his personality strongly attractive.
Gage:
"I don't mind him"
Gage finds it dun to interact with him, but occasionally they but heads.
Jamie
Aron: (friendly respect)
"He came out which is really cool"
Aron talks to him and finds it amazing that Jamie was able to come out while.
Gage:
"He can dish the sarcasm"
Gage finds talking to him entertaining, as they both can dish out sarcasm. |
46,010 | 1,246 | 300 | 377 | 25,989 | Cassandra
Cassandra gave a small smile, kneeling to wash her hands, returning Aron's hug, hugging him carefully so as not to hurt his wounds. "that's what friends are for, guys. I'm worried about you two, and wish I had stepped in soonoer" she said softly, knowing that they would both be able to hear her. She had known their home life wasn't great, and she should have done something the day before the camping trip, when their adoptive mother had come into the diner. But she hadn't, and she couldn't change that. And now, even when they had the proof of their abuse, they couldn't go to the authrities about it, because their wounds would heal. It was a frustrating situation.
She wanted to be able to help them, but she didn't know how. All she could do was try and make things a little easier. At their suggestion to go to Vanessa's, she knew it was to try and take their minds of what had happened, and to make it seem to themselves that nothing had happened.
"Okay" She said, with a smile, wanting to just make sure they were going to be okay, "we can do that" There was of course the worry their parents might go to the diner, intent on finding the boys, but she would make sure they didn't get close to them. | Connor Vos
Basic Information
| Name |
Connor Tony Vos
| Date of Birth |
14 May 1998
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
confused
| Occupation |
Currently does not have an occupation in Red Lake
| In-Depth Appearance |
Standing at 6 foot 6 inches, Connor is quite thin. He has short brown hair, which can be styled when he remembers to do it. He has light brown eyes, and a few freckles. His skin is pale, as if he doesn't get much sun, and he wears loose clothing.
| Scent |
Connor has a woody sort of smell, like old books and smoke.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Open minded ♦ Over analyses situations ♦ Kind ♦ a little absorbed in things he obsessed with ♦
Connor is a bright young man, quite intelligent, he has a thirst for knowledge that tends to be obsessive, staying in doors for hours at a time, sometimes days. However, Connor is very willing to help others, and is kind and caring, always willing to drop everything and help those he cares about, and even strangers. He seems shy, but this is often because he is processing interactions, trying to figure people out like he does complex problems.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ books
✔ Video games
✔ comic books
✔ figuring out problems
✔ people
✘ Bullies
✘ people who are opinionated without having the knowledge to back it up
✘ A problem that can't be solve
✘ losing
✘
Hobbies
Play video games
read
draw comics
play sports
| History |
Connor was born to highly intelligent parents, and was expected to exceed in everything he did. He went to the fanciest private schools, was expected to participate in extracurricular activities and to essential get the highest grades he possibly could. Connor didn't mind, enjoying school, but when his mother got sick, he lost faith when nothing could help her. He was 10 when she died, and it brought a change in his father. No longer expected to exceed, Connor spent a lot of time with his father going on trips, learning how to catch, throw, hit and kick a ball, Connors life turned into a typical childhood, but he still exceeded in school.
His father took him on a camping trip a few months before the story takes place, and that was another changing point in Connors life. It was a full moon, and his father wanted to teach him how to fish, despite the fact he had never gone fishing himself. As the moon rose, they began to hear animal cries, and his father insisted they leave, before they were attacked.
it was too late. The wolf attacked, tearing his fathers throat out, before attacking Connor. Unable to stop the wolf, Connor still tried to escape. Eventually he just gave up, expecting to die, but when he woke in the morning, it was to his fathers mutilated body, and no injury, no scar, nothing but the blood on his clothes to tell he had been attacked.
He stumbled out the forest, after what seemed like hours of sitting there, right into a patrol car. There was an investigation, but the wolf wasn't found, and no one could explain why Connor hadn't been hurt. Taking the inheritance he received from his father's death, Connor fled thecity where everyone seemed to know what happened, and eventually will find his way to Red lake. He is still unsure what has happened to him.
| Family |
Mother, Deceased
Father, Deceased
| Strengths |
Brave
A good tactician
Kind
| Weaknesses |
Scared of the moon
Quite
a bad cook
The Other
| Theme Song |
Iron Man, Black Sabbath
”Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold” |
46,011 | 1,246 | 301 | 1,635 | 6,677 | Anastasia Beaumont
Location: Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting With: Vanessa Natasha
Anastasia smiled softly at Natasha as she introduced herself. "Nice to meet you Tasha, i'm Anastasia its nice to meet you as well. But you can just call me Anna if you prefer that." Anastasia said as she ran a hand through her hair and thought about it for a moment when Tasha brought up the question about the wolf attack. Though Anna wasn't there when the wolf attack happened but she wasn't sure what to say she didn't truly trust this woman, after appearing in the town out of the blue after the wolf attack was a red flag for her.
"I honestly have no clue, I was at home unpacking my things since I just recently moved here myself." Anastasia answered and then looked towards Vanessa for a moment only she knew that Vanessa was a werewolf and Vanessa knew that she was a vampire. "But I do remember a few hunters going out into the woods to try and investigate things and try and get the wolf reward. But since the attack I haven't heard any news from farmers who have livestock killed." | Riley Walker
Basic Information
| Name |
Riley Marie Walker
| Date of Birth |
September 29th, 1999 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Occupation |
Works at Riley's Bed & Breakfast, owned and run by her father.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Riley stands at 5'5, her skin is very lightly tanned brown hair her eyes are hazel and her hair is just below her shoulders. She has a small scar on her upper back from a dirt bike accident that happened two years ago other then that she has a few small freckles across her body. Riley usually wears in the warmer seasons a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans as well as a set of sneakers. During the colder months Riley is seen in jackets or hoodies jeans and usually a pair of leather boots.
| Scent |
Riley has a usual scent of coffee.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Outgoing ♦ Stubborn ♦ Funny ♦ Clumsy ♦
Riley is a very fun and outgoing kind of person, she has a very witty and goofy personality she enjoys making people around her smile. She is also a very loyal friend, she is always there for them no matter what, she is always trying to find ways to help out a friend whenever they need it. If someone hurts her or her friends she has been known to hold a grudge against those people, and will take quiet awhile for her to forgive the person who has betrayed her trust or hurt her friends.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Music
✔Video games
✔Dirt biking
✔Animals
✔Warm weather
✘Assholes
✘Loud noises
✘Spiders
✘Cold weather
✘Math
Hobbies
Riley in her spare time she likes to go out with her friends, she also likes to go out on her dirt bike and ride it through the woods during the warmer months she will usually do that. When Riley just feels like relaxing and not hanging out with her friends Riley will be in her house either helping out with her father run the business or she is up in her room listening to music or playing video games. Riley also love to play with her golden retriever as well.
| History |
Riley's mother was a native to Red Lake, she grew up living in the town until finishing college where she met her future husband Seth in college, her mother went for nursing while her father went into business. Shortly after they graduated from college Riley's mother Sarah found out that she was pregnant with her first child Riley. Riley's mother suggested moving back into the small town that she grew up, which Seth had agreed to. A few months later Riley was born, her father then decided to turn their house into a bed and breakfast eventually naming it after their daughter, which Riley now hates but knows that her father likes it. Growing up she was best friends with Vanessa though she was younger then her they two were inseparable.
As Riley started getting older she and her family would always go out to the lake and spend a few days there, until her father and mother started becoming to busy due to Riley's mother becoming pregnant with her second child. She decided to then take it upon herself to keep going to the lake, inviting her friends and anyone who wanted to go which has become an annual thing among Riley's friends. Riley after her seventeenth birthday her father bought her a dirt bike when she enjoys a lot and uses it any chance that she can get.
| Family |
Seth Walker Riley's Father
Sarah Walker Riley's mother
Johnathan Walker, Riley's little brother.
Winston Riley's dog.
| Strengths |
Helpful.
Works well with others.
History class.
| Weaknesses |
Math
School tests
Forgetful
The Other
| Theme Song |
Hold Onto You - Default
”I know you feel so far away
So far away from better days
As you look for a way out
I'll hold onto you
When it gets too hard to take
I'll be the light that leads the way
As you look for a way out.”
| Extra Information |
Bitches I dun need to read my rules cuz I made em and i'm the GM so fuck yeah! But seriously I read em lol.
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⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
♫ Vanessa Von Strong ♫
"Vanessa? She is of course my closest friend, though she is a lot older she is friends with my mom. She is like the older sister I've never had, she LOVES to spoil me, and we get along really well we are pretty much inseparable at this point."
Riley and Vanessa have always been friends ever since Riley was a little girl, she was sad that Vanessa left town but she was really happy when she came back and opened up her restaurant. Riley will spend every chance she can get with her.
☯ Sophie Fairchild ☯
"Sophie? She is more of a recluse, I try and get to know her but she is to shy or something to get to know her. I have tried to invite her to the trip but she so far has declined to go, I guess that's just out of her element."
Riley doesn't know Sophie all that well, they don't hang out at all unless Riley is at the café and Sophie is her server.
☮ Charlotte Maria Edwards ☮
"Charlotte, she is really nice and works with my mother at the hospital we see each other a lot at Vanessa's restaurant as well. And we get along fairly well and talk from time to time when she is there."
Riley knows Charlotte because her mother works at the hospital as well, and they talk as well when they are at Vanessa's restaurant they get along so they are pretty good friends.
Symbol Name Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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46,012 | 1,246 | 302 | 1,991 | 4,772 | Natasha Jackson
Location: Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting with: Vanessa & Anastasia.(kind of)
“Damn…” Tasha said with tired voice, putting her hands on her temples.” I hate this job, here we go again…” She mumbled, noticing Anastasia’s quick and subtle but still change in expression and attitude when she mentioned wolves. That’s why she disliked these small towns in the middle of nowhere. People were already suspicious and tightlipped by defaut.
“So you too start disliking me the moment I mention it about my article…” Natasha said, looking at Anastasia.” People treat us reporters like lepers… Fine I give up… I will simply take my pictures from the campsite later and don’t even want to interview people anymore…” She said, rubbing her temples as if she had headache which she still did.” Please forget what I had asked.” She stated.” I will just send my redactor the old article I worked on. An old lady stuck in her pizza oven… somehow.” She explained, pulling a photo of it, she was given when she was investigating that event.” The grandma lived though, so no casualties there.” She said, hoping this would make Anastasia smile at least a little and return her from the sudden change of attitude and mood she briefly displayed when Tasha mentioned the wolf.
"Excuse me, would it be possible to get another black coffee?" She asked Vanessa with a smile. She needed to deal with the low blood pressure she was experiencing on top of hte headache. Those magic effects were really starting to throw side effects because her body was a mess. She needed a break... maybe after this job. | Natasha “Tasha” Jackson
Basic Information
| Name |
Natasha Valentine Jackson
| Date of Birth |
July 5th, 1990.(26)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bi
| Occupation |
None(Monster Hunter)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Tasha is 5’8’’ tall, she has very light skin, incredibly light blond hair and piercing gray eyes. She has a great number of scars all around her body. Over 20 % of her skin is covered by scar tissue, most of which has never seen hospital aid for that would cause suspicion. Most of the scars come from claw or bite marks, some from fire and even acid burns. Still her face has so far been spared any noticeable damage so far. That’s the reason why she wears long clothes no matter the season. Her favorite being a black leather jacket and black leather pants which she completes with a pair of high leather boots and pair of leather gloves.
| Scent |
Tasha has the scent of a wide variety of herbs since she uses a lot of different ones in her hunts when different kinds of protections and effects are called for. Her favorite being the Amaranth that’s her usual herb to go when hunting were creatures.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Determined ♦ Unstable ♦ Friendly ♦ Sadistic ♦
Natasha is a very determined student of nature’s laws. She has long since learned that the strong survive and the weak perish. Thus she will chase and pursue her goals with extreme zeal, ready to trample anyone who stands in her way, especially werewolves. That said she is still an openly friendly person at first at least. She’s bright, smiles a lot and often lures her targets into a false sense of security before the trap closes and her real colors shows. At least when it comes to supernaturals, with normal humans she is usually simply friendly without much hidden agendas.
Still Tasha has an innate hatred for werewolves. Given her past and history with supernaturals, Tasha is a somewhat unstable person. She is prone to mood swings and changes of attitude at such speeds when it comes to supernatural creatures that it’s an almost certain sign of some form of psychological disorder. The target of the majority of her hatred seems to be werecreatures. As a possessor of such intense hatred, she’s often extremely cruel and sadistic during hunts. She doesn’t expect any mercy from beasts so she returns in kind. Even her colleagues tend to stay as far as possible away from her unless the hunt requires multiple people.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Weapons
✔Music
✔Cars
✔Silver
✔Flowers
✔Ancient torture methods
✔Origami
✔Chemistry & Herbalism
✔Books
✘Werewolves
✘Other hunters
✘Sweet food
✘ Full moons
✘ Animals from the canine family
Hobbies
Natasha’s best time killer is to listen to music while maintaining her equipment. If that’s already done, the next best thing is reading books on various subjects from folklore to science books. Everything as long as it’s interesting and there is something to be learned from it. Even fantasy novels provide possible insights into different scenarios and then again sometime it’s simply to relax. While in that subject she also enjoys visiting museums and different antique shops.
| History |
Natasha was born a single child to a family that lived in New York. The couple weren’t married, but they still loved each other and their newly born child a lot. The years quickly rolled by as Natasha grew up. Around the age of 7, her family started going on vacation away from the busy city and into nature. They used to visit different place each summer, usually cottages in forest areas.
When she was 12, her family went on the usual vacation, but this time things were going to go horribly wrong. They were camping out in the woods when distant gunshots and howls started going off. It was late at night and the 3 of them were in their tent when all hell broke loose. They had stumbled upon a forest where a hunters were chasing down a werewolf pack. As the creatures were driven into a berserk state from all the injuries and the battle, they came upon Natasha’s family camp. What followed was a brutal slaughter as her parents were drawn out of the tent and torn to pieces in front of her own eyes. The wolves then descended upon her, but luckily she ended with only claw wounds across her body as the hunters finally caught up with the survivors of the pack and finished them, before they can bite the poor girl.
Since then Natasha started traveling with the hunters. Officially she was adopted into a family of hunters, but in truth it was a simply a couple that were tasked with training her. At first she grew dark and bitter as her mental state deteriorated along with her growing hatred. It wasn’t until her 17th birthday that she finally took part of her first hunt. At the time they were chasing down a werewolf and Tasha in her maddened state from hatred, showed the beast the true fear of being a pray. She cut it’s feet at the end when it leaped at her in a desperate attempt to take her down with it. And then proceeded to stab the beast a great number of times until it finally showed no signs of life. It was only after that hunt that Tasha’s mental state stabilized…somewhat. She still has a lot of moodswings and emotional outburst along with anger issues, but at least she’s not a complete danger to herself and everyone around her most of the time.
| Family |
John Valentine Jackson – father – deceased
Michaela Valentine Jackson – mother – deceased
| Strengths |
• Very athletic.
• Great Fighter(melee)
• Incredible reflexes
| Weaknesses |
• Unstable mentally
• Weak grip in her left arm due injury as a child.( Example can hold a gun, but cannot muster the strength in her fingers to pull the trigger. Swung weapon would fly out of her arm unless it has proper grip and armguard.)
• Old injuries sometimes hurt to the point she cannot sleep.
The Other
| Theme Song |
The Escapist - Nightwish
” Who's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
Virgin snow beneath my feet
Painting the world in white
I tread the way
Gonna lose myself into a tale.”
| Extra Information |
So I've read the rules ~~~ yay |
46,013 | 1,246 | 303 | 2,618 | 2,984 | Syleste Astrea Nioré
Location: Red Lake Music School.
Interacting With: Cleo D'Nile (), Kim Hansson ().
Songs: None.
The room seemed to stay quiet apart from their gentle breathing; in… out… in… out… Had she really managed to catch Cleo that off guard that it had rendered her speechless..? If she had, well… it was certainly a feat that not many were able to perform- the very thought had the corners of her lips turning up in a rather happy smile as she turned her attention back down to the piano she still sat in front of, her touch soft… almost delicate as she lightly pressed down on a key or two, causing the stray notes to fill the air and float about.
This was where she was happiest- where nothing in the world could bother her… that was unless the crowd grew large enough that it made her nervous and she froze up like she normally did… A quick jab of pain seemed to shoot through her very being at the idea of being stuck, frozen and unmoving in front of so many people; friends, family and strangers all laughing at her as she just sat there staring at the ivory keys like the idiot that she was…
The sound of a new voice filling the room from somewhere behind her caused her to shake her head lightly from side to side, ridding herself of that particular train of thought as she turned her attention back and over her shoulder, her bright though slightly cloudy baby blue eyes lingering unseeingly in the direction she thought the new-comer to be standing in- grandfather..? She didn’t mean Erik… did she..?
“..it’s okay; I-… I think I know who you’re talking about- Erik Hansson, right..?”
Tilting her head ever so lightly to the side, Syleste smiled warmly… lovingly, her bright eyes soft and full of compassion and admiration as her mind wandered back over the memories she had of the man in question- he had been so kind… never once treated her differently from any of the others; and taught her so much more that she could have ever thought he could…
“..he’s actually the one who taught me to play Clair De Lune in the first place- I used to sit and listen to him play it; and one day when he was practicing, he brought me up to the piano and began teaching it to me… it’s one of my favorites…”
Pausing for a moment, she brought her attention back down to the keys, the tips of her fingers lightly gliding over them back and forth a couple of times before eventually, she let her hands slip, bringing them both down to rest in her lap, “..I was sorry to hear of his passing; though… it is nice to finally meet you, Kim- he spoke of you often, and very fondly. He told me so much about you; I was beginning to wonder if we would ever meet.” | Name: Syleste Astrea Nioré.
Nick-Names: Syl, Pinkie, Juliet, Nioré .
Gender: Female.
Occupation: High School Student.
Place Of Origin: New York, United States of America.
Age: Sixteen Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 17th of August, 1999.
Scent: Strawberries and cream.
Appearance - Human (Sixteen Years Old):
~Relationship Information~
Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Unknown (Has never had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend before).
Partner: None.
Father: Mitchell Vos (Never met him).
Mother: Elise Nioré.
Siblings: Connor Vos (Older Half-Brother/ Doesn’t know him).
Pet/s: Finding him alone and abandoned as a pup in her backyard after moving to Red Lake, Syleste both owns and cares for a beautiful young fox, which she has named Ce-Jay.
Other: None.
"A friend is someone who knows everything about you… the good, the bad… but they still choose to love you."
~ Syleste Astrea Nioré.
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure
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~Personal Information~
Personality:
♦ Extremely Kind-Hearted ♦ Rather Stubborn ♦ Overly Helpful ♦ Shy and Modest ♦ Exceedingly Mature ♦ Slightly Broken ♦ Quite Bubbly ♦
Known to all those around her to be an exceedingly sweet and charming young lady; Syleste is an extremely graceful and very loving, kind-hearted girl who cares deeply for all those of whom she not only believes herself to be close to, but also those she holds dear to her within her heart; the dreamy-eyed girl showing her love and affection to all those close to her. Overly curious and full of life she tends to find herself, more often than not, walking into some sort of danger or trouble; whether it be something as minor as receiving a slight paper cut on her finger, or something that's of far more serious consequence such as following her curiosity and accidentally falling off the bank and into the lake- the bubbly teenager never showing any signs that she's willing to let her disability get in the way of her living the life she wants to. Though coming off sometimes as shy at first when a situation seems to overwhelm her (large crowds of people surrounding her, loads of information being given to her at one time, ect.), once she has had time to adjust, Syleste seems to have no issues putting herself out there for others to see; the young girl never truly having a problem whenever it comes to being an open book, or making friends.
Although a kind and graceful soul, Syleste is also known for being stubborn when it comes to something that she truly believes in, choosing to stand up for it rather than backing down once she has already made up her mind, usually making it near impossible to convince her otherwise. Quite mature and oddly grown-up for her age thanks to living her whole life with her disability, Syleste often does all she can not to be, or to be considered a "burden" to all those who are around her, the young woman doing everything she can and more to help out (cleaning, cooking, ect.), even sometimes choosing to put her own needs aside in favor of others, no matter how difficult the task may seem for her; the girl trying her best at everything and anything that she seems to set her mind to.
Coming across at times as being quietly confident and extremely calm, she sometimes tends to pull away from the company of others becoming very reserved and thoughtful, choosing instead to lose herself within her own mind and in her own little world. Unnaturally bright and unique in her own way, Syleste has the aptitude for thinking outside of the box on general occasion, always coming up with strange ideas that would normally otherwise be considered near impossible to pull off, though with the young woman's odd way of using her intelligence she is known for being able to twist them to the point of making it all work out.
The Adaptable Brain
At birth, the portion of the brain that deal with vision, hearing, and all other senses are connected. As a sighted child continues to grow up, these connections begin to separate themselves from one another, until eventually independent centers in the brain control each of the different senses that a person can use. In a blind infant however, these connections might remain intact, and the job of processing sound might be shared by both the visual cortex, as well as the auditory processing centers. If a person loses his/ her sight during childhood or adulthood, the connections might have already been separated because myelin (the fatty sheath surrounding affected nerves) develops rapidly in the very young.
Neuro-Imaging
Research into blindness has found that while regions in the brain that deal with vision are smaller in blind individuals than in that of those who still have their sight, other non-visual areas are increasingly larger. Looking into the brain's potential to adapt after blindness, researchers have found that blindness causes structural changes in the brain, indicating that the brain may reorganize itself functionally in order to adapt to a loss in sensory input; the area's in the brain dealing with memory, hearing, and other senses becoming enlarged in an attempt to compensate for the fact that the person can no longer see.
Echolocation
A blind person can become quite adept at using echolocation (identifying an object by the sound or echo that it makes) while moving through the world around him/ her. Children or babies that are born blind use extra hand movements as they crawl, slapping the floor around them to create a kind of auditory and sensory feedback. The use of reflected sound by blind children helps them to explore and manipulate aspects of the sound world, other visually impaired individuals may make clicking noises to note the changes in sound as the distance between them and different obstacles shift; this can also be seen in animals such as dolphins and bats.
Using Touch To Explore The World
The largest area of the brain's surface is devoted to the hand and the sense of touch, the skin being the largest organ of the body allows us to use this sense to the fullest, and the blind child is a "sensation" of information. Many blind individuals can feel changes in temperature as they near a window, wall, and other objects, relying on their enhanced sense of touch to help them explore the world around them.
A Deeper Vision
Before the invention of non-invasive neuro-imaging, people could only speculate and look on in awe at the increased abilities that those who were blind seemed to posses. The well-known painter, Pablo Picasso explored the nature of blindness during his "Blue Period", some claiming that he was able to find an intensity of other senses in his depiction of the blind. Researchers state that what you lose in one place, you gain elsewhere, reinforcing the idea that other senses are not only affected but also enhanced by blindness.
Likes:
✔ Animals of all kinds; especially her pet fox, however, asking her to describe them is another matter.
✔ Cuddling with her friends, and others she cares about.
✔ Hot chocolates and marshmallows.
✔ Strawberries and pomegranates.
✔ Music; especially singing and playing the piano.
✔ Bubblegum, and the color pink.
✔ Reading (Fantasy mostly).
Dislikes:
✘ Swimming, and deep water (strong fear).
✘ Riding bikes (of any kind).
✘ Being left completely alone.
✘ Being treated differently.
Hobbies: Not willing to let her disability get the better of her, Syleste shows great talent and love when it comes to things like music, and reading; the young woman especially skilled at both singing and playing the piano for her friends and family, and reading anything in braille.
Strengths:
⚜ Being blind- thanks to her disability, her other senses (hearing, smell, taste and touch) have become slightly more enhanced than that of a normal person.
⚜ Intelligent when it comes to being able to read anything she is given in braille.
⚜ Music; especially singing and playing the piano.
Weaknesses:
☠ Being blind- people tend to treat her differently, more delicately, like she’s made of glass.
☠ Has a strong fear of both swimming, and deep water.
☠ Easily overwhelmed- surrounded by large crowds, given loads of information at once, ect.
☠ Believes herself to be a burden, and tries her best to not be one.
Brief Biography:
♦ To be written… again…♦
~Other Information~
Other: Understanding that people can become quite uncomfortable with her disability, Syleste keeps a bit of light blue material with her which she uses to hide her eyes from view, not wanting others to have to deal with the strange look of her eyes- though the young woman's goal is to one day find a place where she really belongs, and a life surrounded by people who truly accepted for who she is.
Though never talking about it without first being asked, Syleste has a small though meaningful tattoo situated behind her right ear that not even her mother knows that she had done.
~Theme Song~
Theme Song:
"Wake Me Up" by Avicii.
Lyrics:
Feeling my way through the darkness,
Guided by a beatin’ heart.
I can’t tell where the journey will end,
But I know where to start.
They tell me I’m too young to understand,
They say I’m caught up in a dream.
Well life will pass me by if I don’t open up my eyes,
Well, that’s fine by me.
So wake me up when it’s all over,
When I’m wiser, and I’m older.
All this time I was finding myself,
And, I didn’t know I was lost. |
46,014 | 1,246 | 304 | 305 | 6,674 | The Twins
The twins smiled at Cassandra and the trio made their way to Vanessa's diner. Gage didn't seem thrilled to be going to a different diner, but seemed better. Aron seemed a lot better. The idea of messing with his brother lifted his spirits considerably. They made sure to walk at whatever pace Cassandra set.
When the reached the diner aron strode in while gage held the door for Cassandra then went in. Both twins flashed a smile at Vanessa then Gage's smile vanished as he noticed the reporter and narrowed his eyes. Aron elbowed Gage in the ribs. Gage shot a glare at his brother then sighed and relaxed himself. Aron found a spot he liked and sat down with his brother sitting next to him and both made motions for Cassandra to sit with them. They were quite because they didn't want to interrupt...they would wait until they wouldn't be interrupting a conversation. | Aron Brooks
(blue shirt in img)
Basic Information
| Name |
Aron Reymond Brooks
| Date of Birth |
April 4, 1997 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Gay (in the closet)
| Occupation |
Both twins work at the café. (Because they hate being at home.)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Aron is the shorter of the two brothers, standing at 6 feet exactly. Both brothers have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Though people say that Aron’s overall appearance seems more warm and friendly then Gage's.
Aron has a tendency to wear t shirts of various hues. Generally leaning toward blues.
Aron’s wolf form is a dirty blonde and white colored wolf with his same eyes. This form is lean rather then bulky…and somehow more easily identified from his brother.
| Scent |
Cinnamon roll
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Charming ♦ Too trusting ♦ Gold heart ♦Obnoxious♦
Aron is a sweet heart through and through. He tries to help people, which often can be taken advantage of. He wants nothing more then to help people, leading him to wish to be a doctor in the future.
He is also a dreamer, tending to cause for him to have goals that may seem difficult to reach. This goes hand in hand with him being a hard worker, he simply will not give up on something if he can help it.
Even with all this friendliness, he still can’t help but be obnoxious. It is thought that that side of the twins rubbed off on each other. They both love to be obnoxious and this often gets them into trouble. Gage more so then Aron.
| Likes & Dislikes |
Likes:
-Animals
-Exercise
-Outdoors
-Parties
-Competition
Dislikes:
-Liars
-Sitting still
-His adopted parents
-Being confined
-Pain (emotional and non)
Hobbies
Any exercise from boxing to parkour with his brother. He loves to compete with Gage and enjoys teaming up with his brother to compete with anyone willing. Often, he will take up any challenge along with his brother.
| History |
The brother’s past is relatively sad. They were originally from California, but after a terrible car wreck left them in the hands of foster care at a young age (both were 7). They stayed there for a year until their soon ‘new parents’ would adopt them because they were ‘cute’. Both brothers figured out that the only time their adoptive parents really cared about them were showing them off, any other time they could care less. This caused for the twins to become far more independent with a tendency to be dependent on each other’s presence. This has lead for the two to have a really tight bond, which is equally good and bad.
Aron himself figured out that he was gay when he was 13. Finding that his brother was trying to get him with girls and being far more interested in boys. He tried hiding it, but his brother figured it out rather easily and upon agreement Gage decided not to tell anyone else until Aron is ready. Which may not be for a while since his adoptive parents are really homophobic, so he does not want to deal with that conflict.
The only thing he thinks his brother does not know is a relationship he had. Aron dated at 14, thinking that this guy was meant to be with him. It did not end well, so even though he is very trusting and sweet he has been hurt before.
| Family |
Gage
Adopted parents (neither brother likes them very much)
| Strengths |
• Charming
• Muscular
• Intelligent
| Weaknesses |
• Trusting
• His brother (they depend on each other)
• Not a huge fan of spiders
The Other
| Theme Song |
Secrets-One republic
“I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til' all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away”
Extra
Aron and Gage are identical twins and hardly ever seen apart. Often they will mirror each other’s actions without even realizing it.
'I have read the rules'
Gage Brooks
(Dark shirt in img)
Basic Information
| Name |
Gage Thomas Brooks
| Date of Birth |
April 4, 1997 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Occupation |
Both twins work at the café. (Because they hate being at home.)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Gage is the taller of the two standing at 6 foot 1. Both brothers have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Gage seems to have more of a stand offish appearance. People saying that his eyes seem cold.
Gage has a tendency to wear button ups in dark colors. Though he does occasionally wear t shirts that are lighter then Aron’s vibrant hues.
Gage’s wolf form is a more bulky, muscular wolf who’s fur is a light cream color with blonde colored ears. Somehow he manages to look smug even in wolf form
| Scent |
Pine trees
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Honest ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Loyal ♦Obnoxious♦
Gage is polar opposite to his brother. Where Aron is sweet, Gage is a jerk. His sarcasm can bite through steel and he can’t seem to help himself when an opportunity to be sarcastic arises. If anything, Gage manages to somehow get into more trouble then Gage.
That being said, he is loyal to those whom he cares for. Willing to beat up any who try to hurt them. If he could, he would do something about his adopted parents, but that is generally frowned upon in polite society.
To his friends, he is a good one. Someone willing to have their back at any point. However, the moment you break his trust that is the moment you lose him as a friend. He simply does not take that lightly.
| Likes & Dislikes |
Likes:
-Cooking
-Exercise (really loves running)
-Outdoors
-Parties
-Competition
Dislikes:
-Liars
-Sitting still
-His adopted parents
-Math (ugh)
-His brother getting hurt
Hobbies
Any exercise from boxing to parkour with his brother. He loves to compete with Aron and enjoys teaming up with his brother to compete with anyone willing. Often, he will take up any challenge along with his brother. Another hobby is trying to convince his brother to take his math class for him. That is a full time thing.
Both brothers are fast runners and really should be on the track team.
| History |
The brother’s past is relatively sad. They were originally from California, but after a terrible car wreck left them in the hands of foster care at a young age (both were 7). They stayed there for a year until their soon ‘new parents’ would adopt them because they were ‘cute’. Both brothers figured out that the only time their adoptive parents really cared about them were showing them off, any other time they could care less. This caused for the twins to become far more independent with a tendency to be dependent on each other’s presence. This has lead for the two to have a really tight bond, which is equally good and bad.
Gage found himself becoming more defensive and less friendly then his brother after the accident. Deciding not letting anyone too close is the way to protect both himself and his brother.
When Gage found out Aron was gay, he did not really know how to react. Being 13, he did not really know how to. However, he got over it quickly and figure his brother is still the same guy and nothing would change that.
Gage did know about the secret relationship, but figured Aron would want to try to deal with it on his own. Seeing his brother hurt made him want to really bruise up the guy….and his secret is that he did.
| Family |
Aron
Adopted parents (neither brother likes them very much)
| Strengths |
• Loyal
• Muscular
• Intelligent
| Weaknesses |
• Does not trust very easily
• His brother (they depend on each other)
• Math (ugghhh)
The Other
| Theme Song |
Demons-Imagine Dragons
“I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide”
Extra
Aron and Gage are identical twins and hardly ever seen apart. Often they will mirror each other’s actions without even realizing it.
’I have read the rules’
The Twins Relations
{"Two for the price of two"}
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
☯Sophie§
Aron: (friendly neutral)
"I will get her out of that shell. She's such an awesome person”
Aron talks to her a lot and is convinced he can break her out of her shell. He thinks that overcoming her shyness will be good for her.
Gage:
"shes a loner…"
Gage is around her a lot because of Aron. He doesn't really trust her because of her loner status, so he settles for glaring at her until he figures her out.
☮Vanessa§
Aron: (friends)
"She is awesome!"
Aron found it easy to become friends with Vanessa, finding her awesome and fun to hang around.
Gage:
"Meh"
Gage can tell that she does not feel comfortable around him and that causes tension. That and his lack of trust does not fully help that either. Really they have a bit of personality clash more then anything.
☯Alyssa☯
Aron: (friendly neutral)
"Gym buddy."
Though he doesn't know her very well, he gets along well with her at the gym. Also thinks they could be great friends outside of it if they interacted.
Gage:
"She can keep up with us, so she's cool"
Gage finds her pretty cool with her ability to keep up with them at the gym.
Symbol Cassandra Symbol
Aron: (friends)
"She has shy moments, but she's fun"
Aron found her shy and for him that makes him want to hang out with her and really get to know her as a friend. So he has been.
Gage:
"Once she's past the shyness she is really cool"
Gage finds her cool to be around and actually fun to talk to.
☯Vincent§
Aron: (Neutral)
"He's a bit rough around the edges, but a good guy"
Aron feels like the two could be friends, but something seems to be holding vincent back. Aron will keep hanging out with him though, because that is what he does.
Gage:
"I swear if he messes up our names again....
Gage isn't really fond of the guy. He does't trust him either, leaving him to be rather tense around vincent. However, he does have moments where he does't mind him and could see them being friends, but then again...maybe not.
☯Lucy☯
Aron: (neutral)
"I see her around, but I haven't really talked to her. Wonder what she is like"
Aron has not really interacted with lucy, but thinks she is probably a good person.
Gage:
"Oh levi's sis"
Gage knows of her because she is Levi's sister. other then that, no clue.
☮Charlie☮
Aron: (Friends)
“He plays pranks occasionally, but the guy is a really awesome friend"
Aron become friends with charlie fairly easily, finding that while charlie plays pranks on him, he still thinks the guy is awesome. He also finds he has the best times hanging around with him, possibly getting into trouble.
Gage:
"The guy is fun"
Gage finds that he can really get along with charlie...even if the guy is terrible with hitting on girls.
☯Riley§
Aron: (neutral)
"She's pretty cool"
Aron sees her around and talks to her here and there.
Gage:
"I bet she thinks I'm an asshole"
Gage doesn't talk to her much finding there to be a bit of a personality clash.
♫Kimberly☯
Aron: (best friends)
"My best friend she's the best!"
Aron feels that he can talk to her about anything and really values their friendship. He thinks that eventually he will be able to tell her his secret....eventually.
Gage:
"She is best friends with my brother....she's okay"
Gage won't admit it, but he thinks she is pretty cool and fun to be around.
Tj
Aron: (Neutral)
"Don't really know her"
Neither of the boys really know her.
Gage:
"Who?"
Neither of the boys really know her.
Symbol Levi Symbol
Aron: (neutral)
"He is friends with my brother...seems cool"
Aron only knows him because Gage hangs out with him. Other then that nothing much known about him.
Gage:
"He's cool"
Gage is friends with him...finding that they get along well and Gage tries to make sure Levi isn't picked on.
Symbol Miranda Symbol
Aron: (friends)
"She is like a firework and its awesome to hang out with her"
Aron finds he really enjoys her company. Finding that her positivity is uplifting and her tendency to be a hard worker is really uplifting for him.
Gage:
"She is good around aron...Don't think we mesh well though"
Gage sees her around aron a lot and sees that they do okay together. He respects her more then anything.
Billy
Aron: (friends)
"Billy is awesome"
Both twins find Billy easy to hang around and enjoy his company.
Gage:
"Billy is cool"
Both twins find Billy easy to hang around and enjoy his company.
Charlotte
Aron: (neutral)
"She's the doctor right?
Neither brother has been in the hospital so, they don't really know her.
Gage: (neutral)
"Who?
Neither brother has been in the hospital so, they don't really know her.
Zachary
Aron: (friends)
He's so calm. Being around him is relaxing.
Aron finds being friends with zach rather easy...like with many other people, their personalities seem to do okay around each other.
Gage:
Gage likes hanging around zach. Even though Zach lectures both brothers and it irritates him a bit he is at the point where he sees zach as another sibling almost. So the lectures are met with eye rolls.
Teddy
Aron: (Respect)
"Oh the detective. He seems cool.
Aron doesn't really know the decretive, but with that position he automatically respects him.
Gage:
"...."
Being that Teddy is a detective and Gage is a trouble maker there is tension from his end.
Cash
Aron: (respect)
"He's pretty cool
Aron respects him as an authority figure. He also sees the guy occasionally when he goes running.
Gage:
"Hes an officer
Gage generally doesn't get along well with police. He also thinks he could run faster. Slow poke.
Rudy
Aron: (Crush)
"Oh...he's...cool"
Aron is crushing on the guy. Finding his personality strongly attractive.
Gage:
"I don't mind him"
Gage finds it dun to interact with him, but occasionally they but heads.
Jamie
Aron: (friendly respect)
"He came out which is really cool"
Aron talks to him and finds it amazing that Jamie was able to come out while.
Gage:
"He can dish the sarcasm"
Gage finds talking to him entertaining, as they both can dish out sarcasm. |
46,015 | 1,246 | 305 | 555 | 1,466 | Cleo D'Nile.
Location: Red Lake Music School.
Interacting with: Syleste Astrea Nioré and Kim Hansson .
How did she do that?! despite all her efforts of going all stealth ninja on her friend Syl, the girl was even playing a beautiful piece of music to at the time and just when she was getting close she just pops out a soft 'hello Cleo' which had the stopped dead in her track and practically stand there like a dumb founded melon. Literally all Cleo wanted to do was blast into a hyperactive reply thinking of all these things she wanted to say but did not register out of her mouth. 'How do you do that?, it's like you got superpowers or something! come one tell me whats your secret?. These were some of things she had shouting in her head and wanted to say but settled with a little sly pout, yep somehow Syl had just done the impossible or at least didn't think it was possible and totally caught Cleo of guard.
Seeing her lips form into a little smile made Cleo smile also, It always made Cleo happy seeing Syl happy despite all the random crap or epic fails she commits herself to in an attempt to complete her mission of catching her friend of guard, Maybe it as mean of Cleo to do such a thing considering she is blind, But she cared for her friend so much and loved how she was always a strong, innocent and passionate young woman given that fact. Soon enough the silence was broken when Syl went back to playing the piano, Cleo was more than content enough to listen more and came and sat down next to her pink haired friend and continue listening with a smile, she did manage however to answer her question from earlier. "Riley didn't send me over... I kinda did a naughty at the cafe the twins work at." she frowned a little. "I think they will be very angry at me and I don't think the popsicles will save me out of this one." she added softly as the music went on.
Cleo was lost listening to Syl music that she had no idea that another individual had come into the room with them until they spoke up, this made her jump a little as she turned around to se who the newcomer was. In fact Cleo couldn't really put a name to the face, She had seen the woman a few times in town and ran shop? Yes a shop, Oh yes! the gun shop lady, Cleo had heard about her but never really spoken to, she had some black tints weaved into her blonde hair which were actually pretty awesome. The teen simply sat there as the two continued to talk to one another, it was clear they have some history thanks to the music, appearantly Syl was taught by the womans grandfather, 'small world huh?' She thought well it is a small town after all.
Kim! that was it! thanks to Syl saying it of course. It was unusual not to really know some one in town but hey beggers can't be choosers in who you know but still it be rude to interrupt in others conversation not that it would normally stop Cleo, Just ask Alyssa about the hyperactive Cleo, somehow she always invaded that girls space just by being herself. Anyway satisfied that the two knew each other and Syl would be okay, Cleo decided it would be time to leave before some one from the cafe really does find her or the twins are aware of what she did and so she turned to Syl. "I.. Feel like I am interupting you two catching up and Of course I don't want to get caught by the twins as I would be in sooo much trouble, I best go for a bit, if you like I can come back and walk you home or maybe we can go out enjoy the fresh air or grab a bite to eat, provided they dont kill me" Cleo said as she carefully moved in to give Syl a gentle hug for a moment before letting go and standing up letting her friend have a chance to think about it and answer. before she would leave however she appraoched kim. "Kim right?.. Cleo." She said offering a hand and a energetic smile. | -- |
46,016 | 1,246 | 306 | 2,790 | 324 | Kim Hansson
Location: Music school
Interactions: Syleste Cleo
Kim's eyes lit up slightly as her grandfather's name was mentioned. So she did know him. It filled her with a warmth inside. Her eyes roamed across the girl. Young, pretty eyes, the clothes she wore. Kim's eyes returned to the girl's and she recognized the signs. She was blind, like Beethoven. She smiled softly at the thought of this girl being the next Beethoven.
Her gaze wandered the room. It was almost the same as it had been back then. It filled her with a sense of nostalgia. She had been in here for many nights. Sneaking in to play on the piano to impress her grandfather. In her own eyes though she had never become good enough to play for him. She never was able to obtain his level of perfection. Something she deeply regretted, and had also been pushing away since his death.
"He always did whatever he felt like doing." Kim chuckled softly and smiled. "I'm glad that you were able to appreciate him. He did talk about you every now and then. Saying how proud he was that you were able to play to such a level."
Kim didn't even notice the second presence in the room until said person started talking to them. "Hm..? Oh..." Kim stared at the hand in front of her then looked up at Cleo's face. "Sure.." she strongly grasped Cleo's hand and shook it before turning to Syl once again.
"Would you mind if I stay for a while?" | Kim Hansson
Basic Information
| Name |
Kim Samara Arline Hansson
| Date of Birth |
16 September 1990
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Unexplored sexuality, drawn towards ladies
| Occupation |
Tries to open up a gun shop
| In-Depth Appearance |
Kim is 5'9" tall and weighs 154lbs. She is a tad curvy with strong arms but dosn't look too muscular. She has to wear glasses as her eyesight is a little poor. She mostly wears contacts though when out and about, but prefers glasses when working.
She has blonde hair with black tints weaved into it. She carries herself with a hint of pride but not so much it becomes haughty. She also normally wears "natural makeup", but tends to be lax on that part while working.
Kim has two tattoos. One tattoo portrays a pair of tribal wings with a cross through them while the other portrays a pharaoh skull, flanked by two cherubi and two revolvers under it. She also has a chin stud piercing.
| Scent |
Black Powder along with various industrial oils
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Mechanically talented ♦ Perfectionistic ♦ Logical thinking ♦ Emotionally detached ♦
Kim is cheerful, happy going but always has a 'vacancy' about her, as if she's not really there. She has always gotten along with family and friends, but only keep a close circle of people around her. She does not go out much and prefer to stay at home and work on her projects instead.
She is prone to strong showing of temper if her friends are being mistreated, but does not care much about herself. She can be slightly manipulative and mostly acts on logic and reason rather than emotions. She wants perfection in everything she does which interests her but cares little for most other things. Is also very easily excited about her interests and won't shut up about them once you get her going.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Firearms
✔ Target practise
✔ Most music
✔ Cooking
✔ Tinkering
✔ Warmth
✘ Most people
✘ Things not working
✘ Most pop music
✘ Sunshine
✘ Warmth
Hobbies
Kim's biggest hobby is building things. Everything from firearms to robots, to a simple IKEA chair. She is also a big fan of different games but has laid most of those on the shelf after starting up her shop. She basically tinkers, builds and programs most of her waking hours in the back rooms of the shop. She is also a big history buff.
| History |
Kim comes from the suburbs of Phillie. She had quite an average and uninteresting childhood. Her few moments of happiness was whenever they visited her grandparents up in the mountains. They lived in the outskirts of a small town called Red Lake. He also ran a small workshop which manufactured various items in metal.
She was always fascinated by the machinery, welding and electrical work. She could, and would stay for hours upon hours watching her grandfather work and sometimes help out as well. It did not matter what her parents said about hiking and bathing, she would remain indoors in the workshop.
This also set her upon her choice in life, to become an engineer. This was highly supported by her parents, but when she told them that she wanted to continue her grandfather's shop in Red Lake they argued against it. She did not care much of their wishes though as her mind was set in stone.
She took extra courses in business while working as much as she could while studying, building up a small fund of money. In the end, she finished her degree in engineering and since most of her work has revolved around gunsmithing, she decided that was her best course of action.
Her grandfather was more than happy to hand over the workshop since he did not use it any longer. Better be used than neglected he said as the deed was written over onto Kim. Her parents tried to convince her to work in the city instead, saying she was wasting her talent up in the mountains. This had only served to spurn her even more and she had left home soon after getting her degree.
The shop itself is quite modest looking from the outside and inside the store itself. However back in the workshop it's pretty high-tech. Kim sold most of machinery and replaced it with much newer equipment where one machine could do the work of three.
There had been a few people over, seeing what was happening in the old workshop as new signs and machinery was delivered to it. Kim herself had spent most of her time either in the workshop or on the road, securing new machinery or striking deals with different companies for sponsorship or sales.
It had taken quite a while, but finally the shop was open for business.
| Family |
Kim's both parents are alive and still living in Phillie along with her older sister and brother.
| Strengths |
A bit of a techwizard
Knows most things when it comes to industrial manufacturing
High IQ
| Weaknesses |
Quickly loses interest
Bad memory (especially what she finds not interesting)
Bad with faces and names
Trouble forming bonds
Lack of empathy
The Other
| Theme Song |
Trust me, I'm an engineer! – TheVilkaz
”Trust me, i'm an engineer !
i think we'll put this thing right here
trust me, i'm an engineer
what the fuck did just happened here ?
trust me, i'm anengineer !
with epic skill and epic gear !
trust me, i'm an engineer !
oh shit, i think i'm outta here !”
Kim Hansson
"Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything."
----George Bernard Shaw
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
☯ Riley Walker ☯
"The silly one at the inn"
An 'interesting' person which she talked to a bit while she lived at the bed and breakfast for a few days. Overly talkative, but not unpleasant, a welcome distraction from work. Kim has not seen her much though after she moved into the shop's second floor.
Cute when blushing.
☯ Sophie Fairchild ☯
"Waitress at the local Café"
Met while Kim was getting a coffee.
☯ Alyssa Paige ☯
"Fun to tease guide person"
Kim was offered a tour which she declined; saying that she didn't need a pretty guide holding her hand. Did not have too much contact after that.
Flirty.
☯ Cassandra Spencer ☯
"Another waitress"
Met on another day when Kim was getting some coffee.
☯ Charlie Elwood ☯
"Waiter at local café"
Met while getting coffee, Kim likes her coffee.
☯ Aron and Gage Brooks ☯
"Twins working at café"
Dang this café must be busy.
Aron seems quite rude, shouting like that.
☯ David Colton ☯
"The Sheriff"
Met a number of times as Kim was getting the gun manufacturing license for the shop along with sales permits. Did not talk much.
☯ Miranda Burke ☯
"Auto-shop lady"
Met once when Kim needed new tires for her car.
☯ Wesley Ward ☯
"Carpenter girl"
Hired her father for some carpenting work that needed to be done to the shop.
☯ Octavia Wolstenholme ☯
"Slightly rude, pretty eyes"
Met at diner when suddenly she sat down in the opposite booth. Cold demeanour.
☯ Avalon Jones ☯
"Girl at diner"
Locked eyes for a few moments, quite energetic.
☯ Vanessa Strong ☯
"Owner of local diner"
Met while getting celebratory meal.
Seems like a nice person, good looking as well.
Patricia Isaac
Basic Information
| Name |
Patricia Alicia Isaac
| Date of Birth |
August second 1986
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Straight as far as she knows
| Occupation |
Works at the local Highschool and occasionally teaches at a nearby University
| In-Depth Appearance |
Pat normally wears semi-formal clothes. Usually consisting of a shirt along with a tie and skirt. While walking around she normally wears a vest or jacket over the shirt, sometimes a coat. She tries to stay somewhat fashionable with the way she dresses while also going along with the school's dress code.
On her off hours she normally wears short jeans, or longer if she expects students to be around, and a loose fitting top to go along with it. She does not use too much makeup, trying to keep it natural. Her hair is curly by nature and goes along with it.
| Scent |
Textbooks and home cooking
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Understanding ♦ Stern ♦ Hard worker ♦ Lonely ♦
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| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Students
✔ Books
✔ Cooking
✔ Learning
✔ Teaching
✔ Drinks
✘ Rowdy students
✘ Being alone
✘ Birthdays
✘ Chaos
✘ Pranks
Hobbies
On her spare time she mostly works with school related things. Since she has not found someone for herself she devotes her time to work instead. She goes along with her colleges though to different pubs and clubs whenever they invite her to tag along, but she does not want a one night thing, so she always leaves alone.
| History |
Born and raised in Red Lake she went to teacher school at university and quickly signed up for a teacher position back home. She got the job and has been teaching ever since. She was quite content with this until who she thought was the love of her life.
They met during her early days of teaching and quickly fell in love. They had started living together after two years and moved to the city and Pat thought this was the person she was going to stay with forever and was going to ask for his hand in marriage when she had discovered him having an affair with another woman.
Pat had left and moved back to Red Lake where she was teaching anyway, closer distance for commuting, she told herself. It was around this time that she took up teaching at the university in the city as well. She wanted to bury herself in work to forget everything about what had happened to her.
At school though she continued to teach with passion, never showing her inner sadness to the outside world. She tries to keep in touch with her students and tries to keep a friendly relationship with them. However she never lets this get in the way of teaching, nor grading as she rules the classroom, at least to the best of her ability.
Almost year had passed since the breakup, and her birthday rapidly approaching along with it.
| Family |
Has two female Norwegian forest cats
An older soldier brother whom died in Iraq
| Strengths |
Hard worker
Stubborn
Just
| Weaknesses |
Craves companionship, but high standards
Stubborn
Just
Hopeless romantic
Craven
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| Theme Song |
I believe – Hammerfall
”I believe - in everything I see, every
second is a miracle for me
I believe - after sunshine comes the
rain, and when it's pouring down
the only thing I feel is pain”
| Extra Information |
Rules don't exist
Patrica Issac
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⚤ Riley ⚤
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46,017 | 1,246 | 307 | 1,635 | 6,677 | Anastasia Beaumont
Location: Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting With: Vanessa Natasha, Gage & Aron & Cassandra
Anastasia didn't mean to make a strange face when the mention of the wolves, she was also new to the town as well and could understand where the woman was coming from. "Sorry I didn't mean to, i'm also very new to the town like I said." Anastasia said as she thought about the campsite she wasn't sure if the camp was cleaned up or not since the attack. But then again it really wasn't her place to say that they should get it cleaned up or not. "I'm sure you will find someone who is willing to be interviewed on the wolf attack, i'm not sure the victims of the attack though would be willing to give out any info though." Anastasia said with a slight shrug as she ran a hand through her hair. Anastasia looked towards Natasha once more she could see the woman was either irritated or had some sort of headache.
Anastasia turned her head as she saw the twins Gage and Aron enter the little café along with Cassandra, she didn't know the twins but she remembered the brief conversation with her and Cassandra a week ago and gave her a soft smile. "Hi there Cassandra, how are you doing?" Anastasia asked as she grabbed her cup of coffee and took a drink of it and set it back down onto the counter. | Riley Walker
Basic Information
| Name |
Riley Marie Walker
| Date of Birth |
September 29th, 1999 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Occupation |
Works at Riley's Bed & Breakfast, owned and run by her father.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Riley stands at 5'5, her skin is very lightly tanned brown hair her eyes are hazel and her hair is just below her shoulders. She has a small scar on her upper back from a dirt bike accident that happened two years ago other then that she has a few small freckles across her body. Riley usually wears in the warmer seasons a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans as well as a set of sneakers. During the colder months Riley is seen in jackets or hoodies jeans and usually a pair of leather boots.
| Scent |
Riley has a usual scent of coffee.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Outgoing ♦ Stubborn ♦ Funny ♦ Clumsy ♦
Riley is a very fun and outgoing kind of person, she has a very witty and goofy personality she enjoys making people around her smile. She is also a very loyal friend, she is always there for them no matter what, she is always trying to find ways to help out a friend whenever they need it. If someone hurts her or her friends she has been known to hold a grudge against those people, and will take quiet awhile for her to forgive the person who has betrayed her trust or hurt her friends.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Music
✔Video games
✔Dirt biking
✔Animals
✔Warm weather
✘Assholes
✘Loud noises
✘Spiders
✘Cold weather
✘Math
Hobbies
Riley in her spare time she likes to go out with her friends, she also likes to go out on her dirt bike and ride it through the woods during the warmer months she will usually do that. When Riley just feels like relaxing and not hanging out with her friends Riley will be in her house either helping out with her father run the business or she is up in her room listening to music or playing video games. Riley also love to play with her golden retriever as well.
| History |
Riley's mother was a native to Red Lake, she grew up living in the town until finishing college where she met her future husband Seth in college, her mother went for nursing while her father went into business. Shortly after they graduated from college Riley's mother Sarah found out that she was pregnant with her first child Riley. Riley's mother suggested moving back into the small town that she grew up, which Seth had agreed to. A few months later Riley was born, her father then decided to turn their house into a bed and breakfast eventually naming it after their daughter, which Riley now hates but knows that her father likes it. Growing up she was best friends with Vanessa though she was younger then her they two were inseparable.
As Riley started getting older she and her family would always go out to the lake and spend a few days there, until her father and mother started becoming to busy due to Riley's mother becoming pregnant with her second child. She decided to then take it upon herself to keep going to the lake, inviting her friends and anyone who wanted to go which has become an annual thing among Riley's friends. Riley after her seventeenth birthday her father bought her a dirt bike when she enjoys a lot and uses it any chance that she can get.
| Family |
Seth Walker Riley's Father
Sarah Walker Riley's mother
Johnathan Walker, Riley's little brother.
Winston Riley's dog.
| Strengths |
Helpful.
Works well with others.
History class.
| Weaknesses |
Math
School tests
Forgetful
The Other
| Theme Song |
Hold Onto You - Default
”I know you feel so far away
So far away from better days
As you look for a way out
I'll hold onto you
When it gets too hard to take
I'll be the light that leads the way
As you look for a way out.”
| Extra Information |
Bitches I dun need to read my rules cuz I made em and i'm the GM so fuck yeah! But seriously I read em lol.
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⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
♫ Vanessa Von Strong ♫
"Vanessa? She is of course my closest friend, though she is a lot older she is friends with my mom. She is like the older sister I've never had, she LOVES to spoil me, and we get along really well we are pretty much inseparable at this point."
Riley and Vanessa have always been friends ever since Riley was a little girl, she was sad that Vanessa left town but she was really happy when she came back and opened up her restaurant. Riley will spend every chance she can get with her.
☯ Sophie Fairchild ☯
"Sophie? She is more of a recluse, I try and get to know her but she is to shy or something to get to know her. I have tried to invite her to the trip but she so far has declined to go, I guess that's just out of her element."
Riley doesn't know Sophie all that well, they don't hang out at all unless Riley is at the café and Sophie is her server.
☮ Charlotte Maria Edwards ☮
"Charlotte, she is really nice and works with my mother at the hospital we see each other a lot at Vanessa's restaurant as well. And we get along fairly well and talk from time to time when she is there."
Riley knows Charlotte because her mother works at the hospital as well, and they talk as well when they are at Vanessa's restaurant they get along so they are pretty good friends.
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46,018 | 1,246 | 308 | 377 | 25,989 | Cassandra
Location: Vanessa's diner
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Cassandra joined the twins, sitting down, she looked around the diner, frowning at the reported, but smiling as she saw Anasstasia. She gave a sigh, unable to help hearing what the reporter was saying. She clenched her hands, digging her finger nails into her palms. The reporter had the nerve to make it seem like she was a victim, because they wouldn't tell her anything?
"We should go up to the campsite again before she gets there and finish cleaning it up" Cassandra said softly to the twins. She didn't particularly want that spread about. What if someone connected all the blood, and wondered why they weren't still in the hospital or at least wonder why they didn't have bandages? "We don't need her causing a fuss, what if it causes people to wonder about our injuries? So far the doctors haven't spoken out, and they shouldn't withthe confidentiality thing, and being minors..."
She trailed off, realising she was rambling, and took a deep breath. She smiled at Anastasia as the other woman smiled at her, and said "I'm doing well, considering. How are you? I'm sorry I haven't got in contact yet...its been a lot to deal with" | Connor Vos
Basic Information
| Name |
Connor Tony Vos
| Date of Birth |
14 May 1998
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
confused
| Occupation |
Currently does not have an occupation in Red Lake
| In-Depth Appearance |
Standing at 6 foot 6 inches, Connor is quite thin. He has short brown hair, which can be styled when he remembers to do it. He has light brown eyes, and a few freckles. His skin is pale, as if he doesn't get much sun, and he wears loose clothing.
| Scent |
Connor has a woody sort of smell, like old books and smoke.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Open minded ♦ Over analyses situations ♦ Kind ♦ a little absorbed in things he obsessed with ♦
Connor is a bright young man, quite intelligent, he has a thirst for knowledge that tends to be obsessive, staying in doors for hours at a time, sometimes days. However, Connor is very willing to help others, and is kind and caring, always willing to drop everything and help those he cares about, and even strangers. He seems shy, but this is often because he is processing interactions, trying to figure people out like he does complex problems.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ books
✔ Video games
✔ comic books
✔ figuring out problems
✔ people
✘ Bullies
✘ people who are opinionated without having the knowledge to back it up
✘ A problem that can't be solve
✘ losing
✘
Hobbies
Play video games
read
draw comics
play sports
| History |
Connor was born to highly intelligent parents, and was expected to exceed in everything he did. He went to the fanciest private schools, was expected to participate in extracurricular activities and to essential get the highest grades he possibly could. Connor didn't mind, enjoying school, but when his mother got sick, he lost faith when nothing could help her. He was 10 when she died, and it brought a change in his father. No longer expected to exceed, Connor spent a lot of time with his father going on trips, learning how to catch, throw, hit and kick a ball, Connors life turned into a typical childhood, but he still exceeded in school.
His father took him on a camping trip a few months before the story takes place, and that was another changing point in Connors life. It was a full moon, and his father wanted to teach him how to fish, despite the fact he had never gone fishing himself. As the moon rose, they began to hear animal cries, and his father insisted they leave, before they were attacked.
it was too late. The wolf attacked, tearing his fathers throat out, before attacking Connor. Unable to stop the wolf, Connor still tried to escape. Eventually he just gave up, expecting to die, but when he woke in the morning, it was to his fathers mutilated body, and no injury, no scar, nothing but the blood on his clothes to tell he had been attacked.
He stumbled out the forest, after what seemed like hours of sitting there, right into a patrol car. There was an investigation, but the wolf wasn't found, and no one could explain why Connor hadn't been hurt. Taking the inheritance he received from his father's death, Connor fled thecity where everyone seemed to know what happened, and eventually will find his way to Red lake. He is still unsure what has happened to him.
| Family |
Mother, Deceased
Father, Deceased
| Strengths |
Brave
A good tactician
Kind
| Weaknesses |
Scared of the moon
Quite
a bad cook
The Other
| Theme Song |
Iron Man, Black Sabbath
”Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold” |
46,019 | 1,246 | 309 | 1,991 | 4,772 | Natasha Jackson
Location: Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting with: Vanessa, Anastasia, The twins, Cassandra.
Alright Natasha’s headache may have been a killer one, enough to put a lesser man to bed, but she had suffered such and worse before for days and weeks on ends. It wasn’t enough to dull her senses and she clearly noticed the reactions of the twins that entered.’ Those two are suspects too… judging by the way they reacted, they knew who I was. That means they were in the forest earlier and recognized me.’ The hunter thought, but pretended to not even pay them any attention for now. They were going to get their few minutes of fame later… That noted, she quickly also remembered the face of the girl with the twins. Good chances she was one too. After all the attack news she got, stated that the number of brats at the forest back then was pretty big.
“No, don’t worry I’ve already got used to it…” Natasha said with a smile.” No need to apologize, Anastasia. I will probably just drop the article depending on what that Riley girl shows me later.” The reporter said with a shrug. She knew full well that the brat would lead her to a surely clean place away from where the real attack happened. That was fine and she was going to play the role of being fooled then.
‘So her name’s Cassandra? Good to know.’ Tasha made another mental note. Gosh she was already hated so much in this town! That was fine, she preferred her prey to hate her, to fear her, to desire her dead! That way they would make stupid mistakes! | Natasha “Tasha” Jackson
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| Name |
Natasha Valentine Jackson
| Date of Birth |
July 5th, 1990.(26)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bi
| Occupation |
None(Monster Hunter)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Tasha is 5’8’’ tall, she has very light skin, incredibly light blond hair and piercing gray eyes. She has a great number of scars all around her body. Over 20 % of her skin is covered by scar tissue, most of which has never seen hospital aid for that would cause suspicion. Most of the scars come from claw or bite marks, some from fire and even acid burns. Still her face has so far been spared any noticeable damage so far. That’s the reason why she wears long clothes no matter the season. Her favorite being a black leather jacket and black leather pants which she completes with a pair of high leather boots and pair of leather gloves.
| Scent |
Tasha has the scent of a wide variety of herbs since she uses a lot of different ones in her hunts when different kinds of protections and effects are called for. Her favorite being the Amaranth that’s her usual herb to go when hunting were creatures.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Determined ♦ Unstable ♦ Friendly ♦ Sadistic ♦
Natasha is a very determined student of nature’s laws. She has long since learned that the strong survive and the weak perish. Thus she will chase and pursue her goals with extreme zeal, ready to trample anyone who stands in her way, especially werewolves. That said she is still an openly friendly person at first at least. She’s bright, smiles a lot and often lures her targets into a false sense of security before the trap closes and her real colors shows. At least when it comes to supernaturals, with normal humans she is usually simply friendly without much hidden agendas.
Still Tasha has an innate hatred for werewolves. Given her past and history with supernaturals, Tasha is a somewhat unstable person. She is prone to mood swings and changes of attitude at such speeds when it comes to supernatural creatures that it’s an almost certain sign of some form of psychological disorder. The target of the majority of her hatred seems to be werecreatures. As a possessor of such intense hatred, she’s often extremely cruel and sadistic during hunts. She doesn’t expect any mercy from beasts so she returns in kind. Even her colleagues tend to stay as far as possible away from her unless the hunt requires multiple people.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Weapons
✔Music
✔Cars
✔Silver
✔Flowers
✔Ancient torture methods
✔Origami
✔Chemistry & Herbalism
✔Books
✘Werewolves
✘Other hunters
✘Sweet food
✘ Full moons
✘ Animals from the canine family
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Natasha’s best time killer is to listen to music while maintaining her equipment. If that’s already done, the next best thing is reading books on various subjects from folklore to science books. Everything as long as it’s interesting and there is something to be learned from it. Even fantasy novels provide possible insights into different scenarios and then again sometime it’s simply to relax. While in that subject she also enjoys visiting museums and different antique shops.
| History |
Natasha was born a single child to a family that lived in New York. The couple weren’t married, but they still loved each other and their newly born child a lot. The years quickly rolled by as Natasha grew up. Around the age of 7, her family started going on vacation away from the busy city and into nature. They used to visit different place each summer, usually cottages in forest areas.
When she was 12, her family went on the usual vacation, but this time things were going to go horribly wrong. They were camping out in the woods when distant gunshots and howls started going off. It was late at night and the 3 of them were in their tent when all hell broke loose. They had stumbled upon a forest where a hunters were chasing down a werewolf pack. As the creatures were driven into a berserk state from all the injuries and the battle, they came upon Natasha’s family camp. What followed was a brutal slaughter as her parents were drawn out of the tent and torn to pieces in front of her own eyes. The wolves then descended upon her, but luckily she ended with only claw wounds across her body as the hunters finally caught up with the survivors of the pack and finished them, before they can bite the poor girl.
Since then Natasha started traveling with the hunters. Officially she was adopted into a family of hunters, but in truth it was a simply a couple that were tasked with training her. At first she grew dark and bitter as her mental state deteriorated along with her growing hatred. It wasn’t until her 17th birthday that she finally took part of her first hunt. At the time they were chasing down a werewolf and Tasha in her maddened state from hatred, showed the beast the true fear of being a pray. She cut it’s feet at the end when it leaped at her in a desperate attempt to take her down with it. And then proceeded to stab the beast a great number of times until it finally showed no signs of life. It was only after that hunt that Tasha’s mental state stabilized…somewhat. She still has a lot of moodswings and emotional outburst along with anger issues, but at least she’s not a complete danger to herself and everyone around her most of the time.
| Family |
John Valentine Jackson – father – deceased
Michaela Valentine Jackson – mother – deceased
| Strengths |
• Very athletic.
• Great Fighter(melee)
• Incredible reflexes
| Weaknesses |
• Unstable mentally
• Weak grip in her left arm due injury as a child.( Example can hold a gun, but cannot muster the strength in her fingers to pull the trigger. Swung weapon would fly out of her arm unless it has proper grip and armguard.)
• Old injuries sometimes hurt to the point she cannot sleep.
The Other
| Theme Song |
The Escapist - Nightwish
” Who's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
Virgin snow beneath my feet
Painting the world in white
I tread the way
Gonna lose myself into a tale.”
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46,020 | 1,246 | 310 | 271 | 2,302 | Vanessa Von Strong
Location: Vanessa's Dinner
Interacting with: The twins, Natasha , Anastasia , Cassandra and Riley by text.
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Vanessa had giving Natasha her second mug with coffee and listened to what the women said. A reporter? Vanessa didn't know but of course couldn't come with anything about it. She was very happy that she could focus on her orders and not really had to say much.
When she heard that Natasha had a interview eith Riley she didn't know if she liked this.The young women simply didnt trust this reporter. Vanessa walked to the back and there took her phone. She texted Riley a fast message:
Riri, I have a reporter here.. just heard her saying she has a interview with you.. Please be careful.. Not everyone is who you might think they are. I don't have a good feeling.. keep a s.o.s text ready. Love V
Vanessa returned with a new sack coffee beans and a smile. "Cassington, Twins! What good to see you guys" she said with a smile and walked up to their table. "What can I do for you guys?" she asked and smiled. Over her shoulder she looked at Anastasia and gave the women a smile.
She then turned to the others and also gave them a smile and waited for their orders | Vanessa Von Strong
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| Name |
Vanessa Valentina von strong
| Date of Birth |
14 February 1993
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
straight / Open minded (she could fall in love with a girl but falls in love with a guy faster)
| Occupation |
She will set up a new restaurant in Red Lake
| In-Depth Appearance |
Vanessa has a tattoo on the inside of her right arm. This tattoo is something her turner forced her to have. She didn't remove it but is well known around the wolves in China of what she did ( See history ).
Her clothing style is mostly casual with a though look (she kinda always wears a leather jacket and sneakers).
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Kind
♦ Protective
♦ Bad Temper / Sarcastic
♦ Can be very competitive
Vanessa is a very kind person, she is very protective over those she loves and can sometimes even be over protective. If you put someone in front of her she dislikes, she can have a very bad temper and more than once she walked away from a discussion to simply return with a stack of plates and throw those on the ground to lose her anger.
Playing a game or playing around together with Vanessa can also end up badly, she is very competitive. A lot more towards males than towards other females. She has her sarcastic moments and doesn't bond quickly.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Running around ( doesn't matter if it's as a wolf or human )
✔ Pranks
✔ Riley Stark
✔ Good food
✔ Cooking
✘ Spiders ( despite being a werewolf, and being way more dangerous.. She hates them)
✘ Bully's
✘ Arrogant people
✘ Wild wolves ( that's how she calls wandering wolves and she hated them )
✘ Pink ( The color ) At least five dislikes (Or more).
| Hobbies |
Vanessa doesn't really have hobbies, she loves to cook but this also is her job. Further a hobby could be running around trough the forest, especially with her own kind.
| History |
Vanessa grew up in a big city, her grandparents and so her mother was from Red Lake and every summer they visited them,. After college, she traveled around the world to learn more about the origins from some recipe's and find new things for herself.
In China, she stayed for almost three years. This was because while she was there, after a long day walking back to her hotel. She got attacked by some guys. It was a full moon and you guess it right. They turned into wolves in front of her and one of them bit her. The guys had a pack, which you could only leave if you killed the one that changed you. Vanessa was a true rebel and had a hard time accepting her new fate. After almost three years, she broke free and killed her turner in front of everyone and those who tried to defend him, where injured badly. The tattoo they had given her, is still on the inner parts of her right arm, only a few know from this pack though.
After her adventure in China, she traveled back and decided to move to Red Lake. Her grandparents had died and she was allowed to take over their house.
| Family |
A mother and a Father, who both don't live in Red Lake.
| Strengths |
~ She is a great cook
~ She is loyal
~
| Weaknesses |
~ Scared of Spiders
~ Very protective, this can bring herself into danger a lot
~
| Sent |
Vanessa has a more earthy sent, a little like the forest right after a few days of rain. Some like it, others don't like it at all.
The Other
| Theme Song |
Morning Star – Blood on the Dance floor
I know I'll never be alone
I'll always keep you in this song
No matter where I go
You'll still be with me when you're gone
I know I'll never be alone
I'll always keep you in this song
No matter where I go
You'll still be with me when you're...
We were caught up in the moment and now that moment's passed
And I believe our last memory was the best that we could have
I put my head up on your shoulder and asked why life is this way
You said it's not for me to worry about and we'll meet again some day
| Extra Information |
Vanessa owns a white Toyota. Link to the car
I have read the rules
Vanessa Valentina Von Strong
{ '' I am not special, I am Me '' }
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
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♫⚜ Riley Walker ⚜♫
"My little sister"
Vanessa kinda sees Riley as the little sister she never had. She actually spoils the girl where ever she can and they have a good bond.
☯ Alyssa Paige ☯
"Nice girl! Don't know her that well but she has something on her that triggers"
Vanessa and Alyssa are not the best of friends but they do know each other and Vanessa likes to see the girl come into her restaurant. She likes how she is not like all the others, even though there is a 4 year difference, she could see them as friends in the future.
♥ Miranda Burke ♥
"Keep smiling girl.. That's how I like to see you"
Vanessa won't know what happens to her once she meets Miranda.. She will hide her feelings because she doesn't know what to do.
☮☯ Kimberly Thatcher ☯☮
"She is nice, best friends with my lil sister so, I guess I like her too"
Kim and Vanessa know each other trough Riley. She thinks the best friend of her 'sister' is a nice girl. They could become good friends.
☯ Charlotte Edwards ☯
"Doctor? Yep, she is a good one"
Vanessa doesn't mind Charlotte being in Red Lake. She even doesn't mind her being a more veteran wolf either. Maybe they could both help the pups? At least she isn't planning on getting this women on her bad side.
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☯§ Gage Brooks §☯
"Grumpy much? pfft"
Vanessa and Gage are not friends yet not rivals either.. She does keep a close eye on him. She can be tense sometimes towards him, maybe they will end up in a fight one day.
☮⚜ Aaron Brooks ⚜☮
"Why isn't his brother more like him?"
Vanessa doesn't mind Aaron, she knows he will be around and can laugh with him.
⚜☯ Theodore Roslyn Welles ☯⚜
"He is a nice guy.. I like his sent, is that weird?"
Teddy and Vanessa have not much more than a 'Hello' / 'Good morning' saying relationship at first. But there is always room for a change.
☯ Charlie Elwood ☯
"Such a flirt.. But he is nice"
Vanessa doesn't really have something against Charlie, but she could react sometimes a bit extra sarcastic towards him. She does keep an eye on him, but that she does on all the male pups.
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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46,021 | 1,246 | 311 | 2,618 | 2,984 | Syleste Astrea Nioré
Location: Red Lake Music School.
Interacting With: Cleo D'Nile (), Kim Hansson ().
Songs: None.
Erik-… Erik spoke about her..?
Lifting her head back up so that she was able to look over in the direction she could hear Kim’s voice coming from, Syleste listened to what it was the woman had to say, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly and her cheeks taking on a gentle pink tinge at the compliment- so Erik believed that she was able to play at an advanced level… he’d mentioned it to her a few times before, but she’d only ever though he was being nice- encouraging her to do better like any other person would. It was just what everyone did- her teachers… her friends… her mother… She had always taken it humbly; tried not to let it get to her head. After all, she was nothing special.
Almost forgetting completely that Cleo was even in the room; she jumped, the sound of her friends voice filling the room catching her off guard and causing her to turn her attention back down to her hands, her shoulders hunching over ever so slightly as she nodded her head lightly in understanding- of course Cleo was in trouble… but then again, when wasn’t she..?
“..you aren’t interrupting anything, Cleo- but I’ll wait for you here. Heh… I should probably try and get some more practice in anyway.” Lifting her head up, she couldn’t help the gentle smile that crossed over her lips at her words, letting her friend know that it was okay before she turned her attention back over to where Kim was once more addressing her, the light pink waves bouncing lightly upon her back as she nodded her head in agreement, “Of course- feel free to stay as long as you like.” | Name: Syleste Astrea Nioré.
Nick-Names: Syl, Pinkie, Juliet, Nioré .
Gender: Female.
Occupation: High School Student.
Place Of Origin: New York, United States of America.
Age: Sixteen Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 17th of August, 1999.
Scent: Strawberries and cream.
Appearance - Human (Sixteen Years Old):
~Relationship Information~
Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Unknown (Has never had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend before).
Partner: None.
Father: Mitchell Vos (Never met him).
Mother: Elise Nioré.
Siblings: Connor Vos (Older Half-Brother/ Doesn’t know him).
Pet/s: Finding him alone and abandoned as a pup in her backyard after moving to Red Lake, Syleste both owns and cares for a beautiful young fox, which she has named Ce-Jay.
Other: None.
"A friend is someone who knows everything about you… the good, the bad… but they still choose to love you."
~ Syleste Astrea Nioré.
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure
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~Personal Information~
Personality:
♦ Extremely Kind-Hearted ♦ Rather Stubborn ♦ Overly Helpful ♦ Shy and Modest ♦ Exceedingly Mature ♦ Slightly Broken ♦ Quite Bubbly ♦
Known to all those around her to be an exceedingly sweet and charming young lady; Syleste is an extremely graceful and very loving, kind-hearted girl who cares deeply for all those of whom she not only believes herself to be close to, but also those she holds dear to her within her heart; the dreamy-eyed girl showing her love and affection to all those close to her. Overly curious and full of life she tends to find herself, more often than not, walking into some sort of danger or trouble; whether it be something as minor as receiving a slight paper cut on her finger, or something that's of far more serious consequence such as following her curiosity and accidentally falling off the bank and into the lake- the bubbly teenager never showing any signs that she's willing to let her disability get in the way of her living the life she wants to. Though coming off sometimes as shy at first when a situation seems to overwhelm her (large crowds of people surrounding her, loads of information being given to her at one time, ect.), once she has had time to adjust, Syleste seems to have no issues putting herself out there for others to see; the young girl never truly having a problem whenever it comes to being an open book, or making friends.
Although a kind and graceful soul, Syleste is also known for being stubborn when it comes to something that she truly believes in, choosing to stand up for it rather than backing down once she has already made up her mind, usually making it near impossible to convince her otherwise. Quite mature and oddly grown-up for her age thanks to living her whole life with her disability, Syleste often does all she can not to be, or to be considered a "burden" to all those who are around her, the young woman doing everything she can and more to help out (cleaning, cooking, ect.), even sometimes choosing to put her own needs aside in favor of others, no matter how difficult the task may seem for her; the girl trying her best at everything and anything that she seems to set her mind to.
Coming across at times as being quietly confident and extremely calm, she sometimes tends to pull away from the company of others becoming very reserved and thoughtful, choosing instead to lose herself within her own mind and in her own little world. Unnaturally bright and unique in her own way, Syleste has the aptitude for thinking outside of the box on general occasion, always coming up with strange ideas that would normally otherwise be considered near impossible to pull off, though with the young woman's odd way of using her intelligence she is known for being able to twist them to the point of making it all work out.
The Adaptable Brain
At birth, the portion of the brain that deal with vision, hearing, and all other senses are connected. As a sighted child continues to grow up, these connections begin to separate themselves from one another, until eventually independent centers in the brain control each of the different senses that a person can use. In a blind infant however, these connections might remain intact, and the job of processing sound might be shared by both the visual cortex, as well as the auditory processing centers. If a person loses his/ her sight during childhood or adulthood, the connections might have already been separated because myelin (the fatty sheath surrounding affected nerves) develops rapidly in the very young.
Neuro-Imaging
Research into blindness has found that while regions in the brain that deal with vision are smaller in blind individuals than in that of those who still have their sight, other non-visual areas are increasingly larger. Looking into the brain's potential to adapt after blindness, researchers have found that blindness causes structural changes in the brain, indicating that the brain may reorganize itself functionally in order to adapt to a loss in sensory input; the area's in the brain dealing with memory, hearing, and other senses becoming enlarged in an attempt to compensate for the fact that the person can no longer see.
Echolocation
A blind person can become quite adept at using echolocation (identifying an object by the sound or echo that it makes) while moving through the world around him/ her. Children or babies that are born blind use extra hand movements as they crawl, slapping the floor around them to create a kind of auditory and sensory feedback. The use of reflected sound by blind children helps them to explore and manipulate aspects of the sound world, other visually impaired individuals may make clicking noises to note the changes in sound as the distance between them and different obstacles shift; this can also be seen in animals such as dolphins and bats.
Using Touch To Explore The World
The largest area of the brain's surface is devoted to the hand and the sense of touch, the skin being the largest organ of the body allows us to use this sense to the fullest, and the blind child is a "sensation" of information. Many blind individuals can feel changes in temperature as they near a window, wall, and other objects, relying on their enhanced sense of touch to help them explore the world around them.
A Deeper Vision
Before the invention of non-invasive neuro-imaging, people could only speculate and look on in awe at the increased abilities that those who were blind seemed to posses. The well-known painter, Pablo Picasso explored the nature of blindness during his "Blue Period", some claiming that he was able to find an intensity of other senses in his depiction of the blind. Researchers state that what you lose in one place, you gain elsewhere, reinforcing the idea that other senses are not only affected but also enhanced by blindness.
Likes:
✔ Animals of all kinds; especially her pet fox, however, asking her to describe them is another matter.
✔ Cuddling with her friends, and others she cares about.
✔ Hot chocolates and marshmallows.
✔ Strawberries and pomegranates.
✔ Music; especially singing and playing the piano.
✔ Bubblegum, and the color pink.
✔ Reading (Fantasy mostly).
Dislikes:
✘ Swimming, and deep water (strong fear).
✘ Riding bikes (of any kind).
✘ Being left completely alone.
✘ Being treated differently.
Hobbies: Not willing to let her disability get the better of her, Syleste shows great talent and love when it comes to things like music, and reading; the young woman especially skilled at both singing and playing the piano for her friends and family, and reading anything in braille.
Strengths:
⚜ Being blind- thanks to her disability, her other senses (hearing, smell, taste and touch) have become slightly more enhanced than that of a normal person.
⚜ Intelligent when it comes to being able to read anything she is given in braille.
⚜ Music; especially singing and playing the piano.
Weaknesses:
☠ Being blind- people tend to treat her differently, more delicately, like she’s made of glass.
☠ Has a strong fear of both swimming, and deep water.
☠ Easily overwhelmed- surrounded by large crowds, given loads of information at once, ect.
☠ Believes herself to be a burden, and tries her best to not be one.
Brief Biography:
♦ To be written… again…♦
~Other Information~
Other: Understanding that people can become quite uncomfortable with her disability, Syleste keeps a bit of light blue material with her which she uses to hide her eyes from view, not wanting others to have to deal with the strange look of her eyes- though the young woman's goal is to one day find a place where she really belongs, and a life surrounded by people who truly accepted for who she is.
Though never talking about it without first being asked, Syleste has a small though meaningful tattoo situated behind her right ear that not even her mother knows that she had done.
~Theme Song~
Theme Song:
"Wake Me Up" by Avicii.
Lyrics:
Feeling my way through the darkness,
Guided by a beatin’ heart.
I can’t tell where the journey will end,
But I know where to start.
They tell me I’m too young to understand,
They say I’m caught up in a dream.
Well life will pass me by if I don’t open up my eyes,
Well, that’s fine by me.
So wake me up when it’s all over,
When I’m wiser, and I’m older.
All this time I was finding myself,
And, I didn’t know I was lost. |
46,022 | 1,246 | 312 | 1,635 | 6,677 | Anastasia Beaumont
Location: Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting With: Vanessa Natasha, Gage & Aron & Cassandra
"Well don't feel like you have to drop the article or anything i'm sure there are other ways to get information." Anastasia said with a soft smile as she turned around to see Cassandra and smiled at her giving her a slight shrug. "It's all good, I understand things have probably been busy over the last week i'm assuming." Ana said as she leaned back and turned to look at Vanessa as she took out her phone and sent out a text to someone that she didn't know most likely.
She just sat there and enjoyed drinking her coffee and watched the teens that were in the room closely, she remembered last week that they had been attacked. But they seemed to be fine with everything so far with things considering. Anastasia ran a hand through her hair and stretched slightly, she felt her stomach rumble slightly and knew that she needed to feed pretty soon. But she kept it quiet for now, she still had a stash of blood in the fridge.
I'll be fine, don't worry but i'll text you if anything happens." | Riley Walker
Basic Information
| Name |
Riley Marie Walker
| Date of Birth |
September 29th, 1999 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Occupation |
Works at Riley's Bed & Breakfast, owned and run by her father.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Riley stands at 5'5, her skin is very lightly tanned brown hair her eyes are hazel and her hair is just below her shoulders. She has a small scar on her upper back from a dirt bike accident that happened two years ago other then that she has a few small freckles across her body. Riley usually wears in the warmer seasons a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans as well as a set of sneakers. During the colder months Riley is seen in jackets or hoodies jeans and usually a pair of leather boots.
| Scent |
Riley has a usual scent of coffee.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Outgoing ♦ Stubborn ♦ Funny ♦ Clumsy ♦
Riley is a very fun and outgoing kind of person, she has a very witty and goofy personality she enjoys making people around her smile. She is also a very loyal friend, she is always there for them no matter what, she is always trying to find ways to help out a friend whenever they need it. If someone hurts her or her friends she has been known to hold a grudge against those people, and will take quiet awhile for her to forgive the person who has betrayed her trust or hurt her friends.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Music
✔Video games
✔Dirt biking
✔Animals
✔Warm weather
✘Assholes
✘Loud noises
✘Spiders
✘Cold weather
✘Math
Hobbies
Riley in her spare time she likes to go out with her friends, she also likes to go out on her dirt bike and ride it through the woods during the warmer months she will usually do that. When Riley just feels like relaxing and not hanging out with her friends Riley will be in her house either helping out with her father run the business or she is up in her room listening to music or playing video games. Riley also love to play with her golden retriever as well.
| History |
Riley's mother was a native to Red Lake, she grew up living in the town until finishing college where she met her future husband Seth in college, her mother went for nursing while her father went into business. Shortly after they graduated from college Riley's mother Sarah found out that she was pregnant with her first child Riley. Riley's mother suggested moving back into the small town that she grew up, which Seth had agreed to. A few months later Riley was born, her father then decided to turn their house into a bed and breakfast eventually naming it after their daughter, which Riley now hates but knows that her father likes it. Growing up she was best friends with Vanessa though she was younger then her they two were inseparable.
As Riley started getting older she and her family would always go out to the lake and spend a few days there, until her father and mother started becoming to busy due to Riley's mother becoming pregnant with her second child. She decided to then take it upon herself to keep going to the lake, inviting her friends and anyone who wanted to go which has become an annual thing among Riley's friends. Riley after her seventeenth birthday her father bought her a dirt bike when she enjoys a lot and uses it any chance that she can get.
| Family |
Seth Walker Riley's Father
Sarah Walker Riley's mother
Johnathan Walker, Riley's little brother.
Winston Riley's dog.
| Strengths |
Helpful.
Works well with others.
History class.
| Weaknesses |
Math
School tests
Forgetful
The Other
| Theme Song |
Hold Onto You - Default
”I know you feel so far away
So far away from better days
As you look for a way out
I'll hold onto you
When it gets too hard to take
I'll be the light that leads the way
As you look for a way out.”
| Extra Information |
Bitches I dun need to read my rules cuz I made em and i'm the GM so fuck yeah! But seriously I read em lol.
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⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
♫ Vanessa Von Strong ♫
"Vanessa? She is of course my closest friend, though she is a lot older she is friends with my mom. She is like the older sister I've never had, she LOVES to spoil me, and we get along really well we are pretty much inseparable at this point."
Riley and Vanessa have always been friends ever since Riley was a little girl, she was sad that Vanessa left town but she was really happy when she came back and opened up her restaurant. Riley will spend every chance she can get with her.
☯ Sophie Fairchild ☯
"Sophie? She is more of a recluse, I try and get to know her but she is to shy or something to get to know her. I have tried to invite her to the trip but she so far has declined to go, I guess that's just out of her element."
Riley doesn't know Sophie all that well, they don't hang out at all unless Riley is at the café and Sophie is her server.
☮ Charlotte Maria Edwards ☮
"Charlotte, she is really nice and works with my mother at the hospital we see each other a lot at Vanessa's restaurant as well. And we get along fairly well and talk from time to time when she is there."
Riley knows Charlotte because her mother works at the hospital as well, and they talk as well when they are at Vanessa's restaurant they get along so they are pretty good friends.
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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46,023 | 1,246 | 313 | 377 | 25,989 | Cassie gave Anastasia a smile and nodded "It has been, yes. But that's still not an excuse to neglect a friend" She said, "I'm dragging the twins to my place, later tonight, if you want to come over" Thinking about that, Cassie wondered if it wouldn't be a bad idea to get together. They had all sort of been scattered, gathering in twos or threes but never all together since the attack. She pondered that a moment, before looking to Vanessa.
"The twins had an idea to do some cooking, and compare food. I think Gage wants to prove he is the best cook in the group" She said, in a cheerful voice, sending Gage a smile, "So would it be okay to borrow your kitchen? Mine's too small" | Connor Vos
Basic Information
| Name |
Connor Tony Vos
| Date of Birth |
14 May 1998
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
confused
| Occupation |
Currently does not have an occupation in Red Lake
| In-Depth Appearance |
Standing at 6 foot 6 inches, Connor is quite thin. He has short brown hair, which can be styled when he remembers to do it. He has light brown eyes, and a few freckles. His skin is pale, as if he doesn't get much sun, and he wears loose clothing.
| Scent |
Connor has a woody sort of smell, like old books and smoke.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Open minded ♦ Over analyses situations ♦ Kind ♦ a little absorbed in things he obsessed with ♦
Connor is a bright young man, quite intelligent, he has a thirst for knowledge that tends to be obsessive, staying in doors for hours at a time, sometimes days. However, Connor is very willing to help others, and is kind and caring, always willing to drop everything and help those he cares about, and even strangers. He seems shy, but this is often because he is processing interactions, trying to figure people out like he does complex problems.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ books
✔ Video games
✔ comic books
✔ figuring out problems
✔ people
✘ Bullies
✘ people who are opinionated without having the knowledge to back it up
✘ A problem that can't be solve
✘ losing
✘
Hobbies
Play video games
read
draw comics
play sports
| History |
Connor was born to highly intelligent parents, and was expected to exceed in everything he did. He went to the fanciest private schools, was expected to participate in extracurricular activities and to essential get the highest grades he possibly could. Connor didn't mind, enjoying school, but when his mother got sick, he lost faith when nothing could help her. He was 10 when she died, and it brought a change in his father. No longer expected to exceed, Connor spent a lot of time with his father going on trips, learning how to catch, throw, hit and kick a ball, Connors life turned into a typical childhood, but he still exceeded in school.
His father took him on a camping trip a few months before the story takes place, and that was another changing point in Connors life. It was a full moon, and his father wanted to teach him how to fish, despite the fact he had never gone fishing himself. As the moon rose, they began to hear animal cries, and his father insisted they leave, before they were attacked.
it was too late. The wolf attacked, tearing his fathers throat out, before attacking Connor. Unable to stop the wolf, Connor still tried to escape. Eventually he just gave up, expecting to die, but when he woke in the morning, it was to his fathers mutilated body, and no injury, no scar, nothing but the blood on his clothes to tell he had been attacked.
He stumbled out the forest, after what seemed like hours of sitting there, right into a patrol car. There was an investigation, but the wolf wasn't found, and no one could explain why Connor hadn't been hurt. Taking the inheritance he received from his father's death, Connor fled thecity where everyone seemed to know what happened, and eventually will find his way to Red lake. He is still unsure what has happened to him.
| Family |
Mother, Deceased
Father, Deceased
| Strengths |
Brave
A good tactician
Kind
| Weaknesses |
Scared of the moon
Quite
a bad cook
The Other
| Theme Song |
Iron Man, Black Sabbath
”Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold” |
46,024 | 1,246 | 314 | 305 | 6,674 | The twins nodded to Cassandra when she spoke about cleaning. They both agreed with her. Their focus was then snagged by Anastasia talking. Gage glowered a bit at the reporter, he didn't trust her. Aron however, beamed a nice friendly smile. He even gave a small wave. Their attention was again pulled, but this time by Vanessa. They both opened their mouths and ordered. "Water and the special" they both tilted their heads and then they looked at each other when Cassandra talked about a cook off. Gage raised a brow. "Heck yes I want to do a cook off." Aron rolled his eyes and shook his head. "on the plus side we will have a lot of food no matter who wins" he chuckled as Gage lightly elbowed him. | Aron Brooks
(blue shirt in img)
Basic Information
| Name |
Aron Reymond Brooks
| Date of Birth |
April 4, 1997 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Gay (in the closet)
| Occupation |
Both twins work at the café. (Because they hate being at home.)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Aron is the shorter of the two brothers, standing at 6 feet exactly. Both brothers have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Though people say that Aron’s overall appearance seems more warm and friendly then Gage's.
Aron has a tendency to wear t shirts of various hues. Generally leaning toward blues.
Aron’s wolf form is a dirty blonde and white colored wolf with his same eyes. This form is lean rather then bulky…and somehow more easily identified from his brother.
| Scent |
Cinnamon roll
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Charming ♦ Too trusting ♦ Gold heart ♦Obnoxious♦
Aron is a sweet heart through and through. He tries to help people, which often can be taken advantage of. He wants nothing more then to help people, leading him to wish to be a doctor in the future.
He is also a dreamer, tending to cause for him to have goals that may seem difficult to reach. This goes hand in hand with him being a hard worker, he simply will not give up on something if he can help it.
Even with all this friendliness, he still can’t help but be obnoxious. It is thought that that side of the twins rubbed off on each other. They both love to be obnoxious and this often gets them into trouble. Gage more so then Aron.
| Likes & Dislikes |
Likes:
-Animals
-Exercise
-Outdoors
-Parties
-Competition
Dislikes:
-Liars
-Sitting still
-His adopted parents
-Being confined
-Pain (emotional and non)
Hobbies
Any exercise from boxing to parkour with his brother. He loves to compete with Gage and enjoys teaming up with his brother to compete with anyone willing. Often, he will take up any challenge along with his brother.
| History |
The brother’s past is relatively sad. They were originally from California, but after a terrible car wreck left them in the hands of foster care at a young age (both were 7). They stayed there for a year until their soon ‘new parents’ would adopt them because they were ‘cute’. Both brothers figured out that the only time their adoptive parents really cared about them were showing them off, any other time they could care less. This caused for the twins to become far more independent with a tendency to be dependent on each other’s presence. This has lead for the two to have a really tight bond, which is equally good and bad.
Aron himself figured out that he was gay when he was 13. Finding that his brother was trying to get him with girls and being far more interested in boys. He tried hiding it, but his brother figured it out rather easily and upon agreement Gage decided not to tell anyone else until Aron is ready. Which may not be for a while since his adoptive parents are really homophobic, so he does not want to deal with that conflict.
The only thing he thinks his brother does not know is a relationship he had. Aron dated at 14, thinking that this guy was meant to be with him. It did not end well, so even though he is very trusting and sweet he has been hurt before.
| Family |
Gage
Adopted parents (neither brother likes them very much)
| Strengths |
• Charming
• Muscular
• Intelligent
| Weaknesses |
• Trusting
• His brother (they depend on each other)
• Not a huge fan of spiders
The Other
| Theme Song |
Secrets-One republic
“I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til' all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away”
Extra
Aron and Gage are identical twins and hardly ever seen apart. Often they will mirror each other’s actions without even realizing it.
'I have read the rules'
Gage Brooks
(Dark shirt in img)
Basic Information
| Name |
Gage Thomas Brooks
| Date of Birth |
April 4, 1997 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Occupation |
Both twins work at the café. (Because they hate being at home.)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Gage is the taller of the two standing at 6 foot 1. Both brothers have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Gage seems to have more of a stand offish appearance. People saying that his eyes seem cold.
Gage has a tendency to wear button ups in dark colors. Though he does occasionally wear t shirts that are lighter then Aron’s vibrant hues.
Gage’s wolf form is a more bulky, muscular wolf who’s fur is a light cream color with blonde colored ears. Somehow he manages to look smug even in wolf form
| Scent |
Pine trees
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Honest ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Loyal ♦Obnoxious♦
Gage is polar opposite to his brother. Where Aron is sweet, Gage is a jerk. His sarcasm can bite through steel and he can’t seem to help himself when an opportunity to be sarcastic arises. If anything, Gage manages to somehow get into more trouble then Gage.
That being said, he is loyal to those whom he cares for. Willing to beat up any who try to hurt them. If he could, he would do something about his adopted parents, but that is generally frowned upon in polite society.
To his friends, he is a good one. Someone willing to have their back at any point. However, the moment you break his trust that is the moment you lose him as a friend. He simply does not take that lightly.
| Likes & Dislikes |
Likes:
-Cooking
-Exercise (really loves running)
-Outdoors
-Parties
-Competition
Dislikes:
-Liars
-Sitting still
-His adopted parents
-Math (ugh)
-His brother getting hurt
Hobbies
Any exercise from boxing to parkour with his brother. He loves to compete with Aron and enjoys teaming up with his brother to compete with anyone willing. Often, he will take up any challenge along with his brother. Another hobby is trying to convince his brother to take his math class for him. That is a full time thing.
Both brothers are fast runners and really should be on the track team.
| History |
The brother’s past is relatively sad. They were originally from California, but after a terrible car wreck left them in the hands of foster care at a young age (both were 7). They stayed there for a year until their soon ‘new parents’ would adopt them because they were ‘cute’. Both brothers figured out that the only time their adoptive parents really cared about them were showing them off, any other time they could care less. This caused for the twins to become far more independent with a tendency to be dependent on each other’s presence. This has lead for the two to have a really tight bond, which is equally good and bad.
Gage found himself becoming more defensive and less friendly then his brother after the accident. Deciding not letting anyone too close is the way to protect both himself and his brother.
When Gage found out Aron was gay, he did not really know how to react. Being 13, he did not really know how to. However, he got over it quickly and figure his brother is still the same guy and nothing would change that.
Gage did know about the secret relationship, but figured Aron would want to try to deal with it on his own. Seeing his brother hurt made him want to really bruise up the guy….and his secret is that he did.
| Family |
Aron
Adopted parents (neither brother likes them very much)
| Strengths |
• Loyal
• Muscular
• Intelligent
| Weaknesses |
• Does not trust very easily
• His brother (they depend on each other)
• Math (ugghhh)
The Other
| Theme Song |
Demons-Imagine Dragons
“I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide”
Extra
Aron and Gage are identical twins and hardly ever seen apart. Often they will mirror each other’s actions without even realizing it.
’I have read the rules’
The Twins Relations
{"Two for the price of two"}
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
☯Sophie§
Aron: (friendly neutral)
"I will get her out of that shell. She's such an awesome person”
Aron talks to her a lot and is convinced he can break her out of her shell. He thinks that overcoming her shyness will be good for her.
Gage:
"shes a loner…"
Gage is around her a lot because of Aron. He doesn't really trust her because of her loner status, so he settles for glaring at her until he figures her out.
☮Vanessa§
Aron: (friends)
"She is awesome!"
Aron found it easy to become friends with Vanessa, finding her awesome and fun to hang around.
Gage:
"Meh"
Gage can tell that she does not feel comfortable around him and that causes tension. That and his lack of trust does not fully help that either. Really they have a bit of personality clash more then anything.
☯Alyssa☯
Aron: (friendly neutral)
"Gym buddy."
Though he doesn't know her very well, he gets along well with her at the gym. Also thinks they could be great friends outside of it if they interacted.
Gage:
"She can keep up with us, so she's cool"
Gage finds her pretty cool with her ability to keep up with them at the gym.
Symbol Cassandra Symbol
Aron: (friends)
"She has shy moments, but she's fun"
Aron found her shy and for him that makes him want to hang out with her and really get to know her as a friend. So he has been.
Gage:
"Once she's past the shyness she is really cool"
Gage finds her cool to be around and actually fun to talk to.
☯Vincent§
Aron: (Neutral)
"He's a bit rough around the edges, but a good guy"
Aron feels like the two could be friends, but something seems to be holding vincent back. Aron will keep hanging out with him though, because that is what he does.
Gage:
"I swear if he messes up our names again....
Gage isn't really fond of the guy. He does't trust him either, leaving him to be rather tense around vincent. However, he does have moments where he does't mind him and could see them being friends, but then again...maybe not.
☯Lucy☯
Aron: (neutral)
"I see her around, but I haven't really talked to her. Wonder what she is like"
Aron has not really interacted with lucy, but thinks she is probably a good person.
Gage:
"Oh levi's sis"
Gage knows of her because she is Levi's sister. other then that, no clue.
☮Charlie☮
Aron: (Friends)
“He plays pranks occasionally, but the guy is a really awesome friend"
Aron become friends with charlie fairly easily, finding that while charlie plays pranks on him, he still thinks the guy is awesome. He also finds he has the best times hanging around with him, possibly getting into trouble.
Gage:
"The guy is fun"
Gage finds that he can really get along with charlie...even if the guy is terrible with hitting on girls.
☯Riley§
Aron: (neutral)
"She's pretty cool"
Aron sees her around and talks to her here and there.
Gage:
"I bet she thinks I'm an asshole"
Gage doesn't talk to her much finding there to be a bit of a personality clash.
♫Kimberly☯
Aron: (best friends)
"My best friend she's the best!"
Aron feels that he can talk to her about anything and really values their friendship. He thinks that eventually he will be able to tell her his secret....eventually.
Gage:
"She is best friends with my brother....she's okay"
Gage won't admit it, but he thinks she is pretty cool and fun to be around.
Tj
Aron: (Neutral)
"Don't really know her"
Neither of the boys really know her.
Gage:
"Who?"
Neither of the boys really know her.
Symbol Levi Symbol
Aron: (neutral)
"He is friends with my brother...seems cool"
Aron only knows him because Gage hangs out with him. Other then that nothing much known about him.
Gage:
"He's cool"
Gage is friends with him...finding that they get along well and Gage tries to make sure Levi isn't picked on.
Symbol Miranda Symbol
Aron: (friends)
"She is like a firework and its awesome to hang out with her"
Aron finds he really enjoys her company. Finding that her positivity is uplifting and her tendency to be a hard worker is really uplifting for him.
Gage:
"She is good around aron...Don't think we mesh well though"
Gage sees her around aron a lot and sees that they do okay together. He respects her more then anything.
Billy
Aron: (friends)
"Billy is awesome"
Both twins find Billy easy to hang around and enjoy his company.
Gage:
"Billy is cool"
Both twins find Billy easy to hang around and enjoy his company.
Charlotte
Aron: (neutral)
"She's the doctor right?
Neither brother has been in the hospital so, they don't really know her.
Gage: (neutral)
"Who?
Neither brother has been in the hospital so, they don't really know her.
Zachary
Aron: (friends)
He's so calm. Being around him is relaxing.
Aron finds being friends with zach rather easy...like with many other people, their personalities seem to do okay around each other.
Gage:
Gage likes hanging around zach. Even though Zach lectures both brothers and it irritates him a bit he is at the point where he sees zach as another sibling almost. So the lectures are met with eye rolls.
Teddy
Aron: (Respect)
"Oh the detective. He seems cool.
Aron doesn't really know the decretive, but with that position he automatically respects him.
Gage:
"...."
Being that Teddy is a detective and Gage is a trouble maker there is tension from his end.
Cash
Aron: (respect)
"He's pretty cool
Aron respects him as an authority figure. He also sees the guy occasionally when he goes running.
Gage:
"Hes an officer
Gage generally doesn't get along well with police. He also thinks he could run faster. Slow poke.
Rudy
Aron: (Crush)
"Oh...he's...cool"
Aron is crushing on the guy. Finding his personality strongly attractive.
Gage:
"I don't mind him"
Gage finds it dun to interact with him, but occasionally they but heads.
Jamie
Aron: (friendly respect)
"He came out which is really cool"
Aron talks to him and finds it amazing that Jamie was able to come out while.
Gage:
"He can dish the sarcasm"
Gage finds talking to him entertaining, as they both can dish out sarcasm. |
46,025 | 1,246 | 315 | 1,991 | 4,772 | Natasha Jackson
Location: Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting with: Vanessa, Anastasia
“Ahh, thank you!” Natasha said to Vanessa when she was served her second cup of coffee.” The coffee here is truly among the best ones I’ve tried and believe me I’ve tried a lot.” She said with a smile, taking in the nice smell of hot coffee, before she downed the entire cup on one gulp again. She closed her eyes for a few moments, her breath kept as she was tanking through the frankly not great sensation that the black coffee gave when drank at once.
Overall Natasha’s actions with the coffee clearly spoke something was off about her. After all no one would just drink the coffee the way she did it, especially not with the obvious headache she had.’ Just a few more weeks and I will have my rest…’ She thought.
“Well it all depends, Anastasia.” Natasha stated with a shrug of her shoulders.” I can write a quick article about it, but I cannot be sure it would pass the criteria set by the editor… Like he’s not the best of person so considering this is already a week old event… he may just say it’s old news and doesn’t matter. That’s why better have my back up ready. With that said, I’d better head back to the B&B. Have a good day.” She said, giving Anastasia and Vanessa a polite bow wit her head before leaving out the front door. | Natasha “Tasha” Jackson
Basic Information
| Name |
Natasha Valentine Jackson
| Date of Birth |
July 5th, 1990.(26)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bi
| Occupation |
None(Monster Hunter)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Tasha is 5’8’’ tall, she has very light skin, incredibly light blond hair and piercing gray eyes. She has a great number of scars all around her body. Over 20 % of her skin is covered by scar tissue, most of which has never seen hospital aid for that would cause suspicion. Most of the scars come from claw or bite marks, some from fire and even acid burns. Still her face has so far been spared any noticeable damage so far. That’s the reason why she wears long clothes no matter the season. Her favorite being a black leather jacket and black leather pants which she completes with a pair of high leather boots and pair of leather gloves.
| Scent |
Tasha has the scent of a wide variety of herbs since she uses a lot of different ones in her hunts when different kinds of protections and effects are called for. Her favorite being the Amaranth that’s her usual herb to go when hunting were creatures.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Determined ♦ Unstable ♦ Friendly ♦ Sadistic ♦
Natasha is a very determined student of nature’s laws. She has long since learned that the strong survive and the weak perish. Thus she will chase and pursue her goals with extreme zeal, ready to trample anyone who stands in her way, especially werewolves. That said she is still an openly friendly person at first at least. She’s bright, smiles a lot and often lures her targets into a false sense of security before the trap closes and her real colors shows. At least when it comes to supernaturals, with normal humans she is usually simply friendly without much hidden agendas.
Still Tasha has an innate hatred for werewolves. Given her past and history with supernaturals, Tasha is a somewhat unstable person. She is prone to mood swings and changes of attitude at such speeds when it comes to supernatural creatures that it’s an almost certain sign of some form of psychological disorder. The target of the majority of her hatred seems to be werecreatures. As a possessor of such intense hatred, she’s often extremely cruel and sadistic during hunts. She doesn’t expect any mercy from beasts so she returns in kind. Even her colleagues tend to stay as far as possible away from her unless the hunt requires multiple people.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Weapons
✔Music
✔Cars
✔Silver
✔Flowers
✔Ancient torture methods
✔Origami
✔Chemistry & Herbalism
✔Books
✘Werewolves
✘Other hunters
✘Sweet food
✘ Full moons
✘ Animals from the canine family
Hobbies
Natasha’s best time killer is to listen to music while maintaining her equipment. If that’s already done, the next best thing is reading books on various subjects from folklore to science books. Everything as long as it’s interesting and there is something to be learned from it. Even fantasy novels provide possible insights into different scenarios and then again sometime it’s simply to relax. While in that subject she also enjoys visiting museums and different antique shops.
| History |
Natasha was born a single child to a family that lived in New York. The couple weren’t married, but they still loved each other and their newly born child a lot. The years quickly rolled by as Natasha grew up. Around the age of 7, her family started going on vacation away from the busy city and into nature. They used to visit different place each summer, usually cottages in forest areas.
When she was 12, her family went on the usual vacation, but this time things were going to go horribly wrong. They were camping out in the woods when distant gunshots and howls started going off. It was late at night and the 3 of them were in their tent when all hell broke loose. They had stumbled upon a forest where a hunters were chasing down a werewolf pack. As the creatures were driven into a berserk state from all the injuries and the battle, they came upon Natasha’s family camp. What followed was a brutal slaughter as her parents were drawn out of the tent and torn to pieces in front of her own eyes. The wolves then descended upon her, but luckily she ended with only claw wounds across her body as the hunters finally caught up with the survivors of the pack and finished them, before they can bite the poor girl.
Since then Natasha started traveling with the hunters. Officially she was adopted into a family of hunters, but in truth it was a simply a couple that were tasked with training her. At first she grew dark and bitter as her mental state deteriorated along with her growing hatred. It wasn’t until her 17th birthday that she finally took part of her first hunt. At the time they were chasing down a werewolf and Tasha in her maddened state from hatred, showed the beast the true fear of being a pray. She cut it’s feet at the end when it leaped at her in a desperate attempt to take her down with it. And then proceeded to stab the beast a great number of times until it finally showed no signs of life. It was only after that hunt that Tasha’s mental state stabilized…somewhat. She still has a lot of moodswings and emotional outburst along with anger issues, but at least she’s not a complete danger to herself and everyone around her most of the time.
| Family |
John Valentine Jackson – father – deceased
Michaela Valentine Jackson – mother – deceased
| Strengths |
• Very athletic.
• Great Fighter(melee)
• Incredible reflexes
| Weaknesses |
• Unstable mentally
• Weak grip in her left arm due injury as a child.( Example can hold a gun, but cannot muster the strength in her fingers to pull the trigger. Swung weapon would fly out of her arm unless it has proper grip and armguard.)
• Old injuries sometimes hurt to the point she cannot sleep.
The Other
| Theme Song |
The Escapist - Nightwish
” Who's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
Virgin snow beneath my feet
Painting the world in white
I tread the way
Gonna lose myself into a tale.”
| Extra Information |
So I've read the rules ~~~ yay |
46,026 | 1,246 | 316 | 377 | 25,989 | Once geting assent from Vanessa, Cassie led the boys to the kitchen, glancing about. Since she was a child, she had been cooking meals for her Aunt and herself-Her aunt's idea of a meal was peanut butter sandwiches, and she often got creative. At least she made edible food.
She smiled at both boys, beginning to find her way around the kitchen, gathering food and gear she said"What say 45 minutes? We should be able to cook something in that time" She said brightly. looking to Gage especially. | Connor Vos
Basic Information
| Name |
Connor Tony Vos
| Date of Birth |
14 May 1998
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
confused
| Occupation |
Currently does not have an occupation in Red Lake
| In-Depth Appearance |
Standing at 6 foot 6 inches, Connor is quite thin. He has short brown hair, which can be styled when he remembers to do it. He has light brown eyes, and a few freckles. His skin is pale, as if he doesn't get much sun, and he wears loose clothing.
| Scent |
Connor has a woody sort of smell, like old books and smoke.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Open minded ♦ Over analyses situations ♦ Kind ♦ a little absorbed in things he obsessed with ♦
Connor is a bright young man, quite intelligent, he has a thirst for knowledge that tends to be obsessive, staying in doors for hours at a time, sometimes days. However, Connor is very willing to help others, and is kind and caring, always willing to drop everything and help those he cares about, and even strangers. He seems shy, but this is often because he is processing interactions, trying to figure people out like he does complex problems.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ books
✔ Video games
✔ comic books
✔ figuring out problems
✔ people
✘ Bullies
✘ people who are opinionated without having the knowledge to back it up
✘ A problem that can't be solve
✘ losing
✘
Hobbies
Play video games
read
draw comics
play sports
| History |
Connor was born to highly intelligent parents, and was expected to exceed in everything he did. He went to the fanciest private schools, was expected to participate in extracurricular activities and to essential get the highest grades he possibly could. Connor didn't mind, enjoying school, but when his mother got sick, he lost faith when nothing could help her. He was 10 when she died, and it brought a change in his father. No longer expected to exceed, Connor spent a lot of time with his father going on trips, learning how to catch, throw, hit and kick a ball, Connors life turned into a typical childhood, but he still exceeded in school.
His father took him on a camping trip a few months before the story takes place, and that was another changing point in Connors life. It was a full moon, and his father wanted to teach him how to fish, despite the fact he had never gone fishing himself. As the moon rose, they began to hear animal cries, and his father insisted they leave, before they were attacked.
it was too late. The wolf attacked, tearing his fathers throat out, before attacking Connor. Unable to stop the wolf, Connor still tried to escape. Eventually he just gave up, expecting to die, but when he woke in the morning, it was to his fathers mutilated body, and no injury, no scar, nothing but the blood on his clothes to tell he had been attacked.
He stumbled out the forest, after what seemed like hours of sitting there, right into a patrol car. There was an investigation, but the wolf wasn't found, and no one could explain why Connor hadn't been hurt. Taking the inheritance he received from his father's death, Connor fled thecity where everyone seemed to know what happened, and eventually will find his way to Red lake. He is still unsure what has happened to him.
| Family |
Mother, Deceased
Father, Deceased
| Strengths |
Brave
A good tactician
Kind
| Weaknesses |
Scared of the moon
Quite
a bad cook
The Other
| Theme Song |
Iron Man, Black Sabbath
”Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold” |
46,027 | 1,246 | 317 | 305 | 6,674 | The twins followed her. Aron looking more excited to eat then cook...while gage almost seemed that he was getting ready for a throw down. "I'm just going to eat the food...the best I can make is a milkshake" aron gave a grin and leaned against a wall.
Gage rolled his eyes at his brother and nodded at Cassandra. He seemed to be getting in a better mood at the idea of cooking. "45 minutes is more then enough" he started to think about what he could make. Several ideas popped into his head, but he settled on one and smiled. Comfort food would be what he went for. | Aron Brooks
(blue shirt in img)
Basic Information
| Name |
Aron Reymond Brooks
| Date of Birth |
April 4, 1997 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Gay (in the closet)
| Occupation |
Both twins work at the café. (Because they hate being at home.)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Aron is the shorter of the two brothers, standing at 6 feet exactly. Both brothers have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Though people say that Aron’s overall appearance seems more warm and friendly then Gage's.
Aron has a tendency to wear t shirts of various hues. Generally leaning toward blues.
Aron’s wolf form is a dirty blonde and white colored wolf with his same eyes. This form is lean rather then bulky…and somehow more easily identified from his brother.
| Scent |
Cinnamon roll
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Charming ♦ Too trusting ♦ Gold heart ♦Obnoxious♦
Aron is a sweet heart through and through. He tries to help people, which often can be taken advantage of. He wants nothing more then to help people, leading him to wish to be a doctor in the future.
He is also a dreamer, tending to cause for him to have goals that may seem difficult to reach. This goes hand in hand with him being a hard worker, he simply will not give up on something if he can help it.
Even with all this friendliness, he still can’t help but be obnoxious. It is thought that that side of the twins rubbed off on each other. They both love to be obnoxious and this often gets them into trouble. Gage more so then Aron.
| Likes & Dislikes |
Likes:
-Animals
-Exercise
-Outdoors
-Parties
-Competition
Dislikes:
-Liars
-Sitting still
-His adopted parents
-Being confined
-Pain (emotional and non)
Hobbies
Any exercise from boxing to parkour with his brother. He loves to compete with Gage and enjoys teaming up with his brother to compete with anyone willing. Often, he will take up any challenge along with his brother.
| History |
The brother’s past is relatively sad. They were originally from California, but after a terrible car wreck left them in the hands of foster care at a young age (both were 7). They stayed there for a year until their soon ‘new parents’ would adopt them because they were ‘cute’. Both brothers figured out that the only time their adoptive parents really cared about them were showing them off, any other time they could care less. This caused for the twins to become far more independent with a tendency to be dependent on each other’s presence. This has lead for the two to have a really tight bond, which is equally good and bad.
Aron himself figured out that he was gay when he was 13. Finding that his brother was trying to get him with girls and being far more interested in boys. He tried hiding it, but his brother figured it out rather easily and upon agreement Gage decided not to tell anyone else until Aron is ready. Which may not be for a while since his adoptive parents are really homophobic, so he does not want to deal with that conflict.
The only thing he thinks his brother does not know is a relationship he had. Aron dated at 14, thinking that this guy was meant to be with him. It did not end well, so even though he is very trusting and sweet he has been hurt before.
| Family |
Gage
Adopted parents (neither brother likes them very much)
| Strengths |
• Charming
• Muscular
• Intelligent
| Weaknesses |
• Trusting
• His brother (they depend on each other)
• Not a huge fan of spiders
The Other
| Theme Song |
Secrets-One republic
“I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til' all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away”
Extra
Aron and Gage are identical twins and hardly ever seen apart. Often they will mirror each other’s actions without even realizing it.
'I have read the rules'
Gage Brooks
(Dark shirt in img)
Basic Information
| Name |
Gage Thomas Brooks
| Date of Birth |
April 4, 1997 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Occupation |
Both twins work at the café. (Because they hate being at home.)
| In-Depth Appearance |
Gage is the taller of the two standing at 6 foot 1. Both brothers have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Gage seems to have more of a stand offish appearance. People saying that his eyes seem cold.
Gage has a tendency to wear button ups in dark colors. Though he does occasionally wear t shirts that are lighter then Aron’s vibrant hues.
Gage’s wolf form is a more bulky, muscular wolf who’s fur is a light cream color with blonde colored ears. Somehow he manages to look smug even in wolf form
| Scent |
Pine trees
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Honest ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Loyal ♦Obnoxious♦
Gage is polar opposite to his brother. Where Aron is sweet, Gage is a jerk. His sarcasm can bite through steel and he can’t seem to help himself when an opportunity to be sarcastic arises. If anything, Gage manages to somehow get into more trouble then Gage.
That being said, he is loyal to those whom he cares for. Willing to beat up any who try to hurt them. If he could, he would do something about his adopted parents, but that is generally frowned upon in polite society.
To his friends, he is a good one. Someone willing to have their back at any point. However, the moment you break his trust that is the moment you lose him as a friend. He simply does not take that lightly.
| Likes & Dislikes |
Likes:
-Cooking
-Exercise (really loves running)
-Outdoors
-Parties
-Competition
Dislikes:
-Liars
-Sitting still
-His adopted parents
-Math (ugh)
-His brother getting hurt
Hobbies
Any exercise from boxing to parkour with his brother. He loves to compete with Aron and enjoys teaming up with his brother to compete with anyone willing. Often, he will take up any challenge along with his brother. Another hobby is trying to convince his brother to take his math class for him. That is a full time thing.
Both brothers are fast runners and really should be on the track team.
| History |
The brother’s past is relatively sad. They were originally from California, but after a terrible car wreck left them in the hands of foster care at a young age (both were 7). They stayed there for a year until their soon ‘new parents’ would adopt them because they were ‘cute’. Both brothers figured out that the only time their adoptive parents really cared about them were showing them off, any other time they could care less. This caused for the twins to become far more independent with a tendency to be dependent on each other’s presence. This has lead for the two to have a really tight bond, which is equally good and bad.
Gage found himself becoming more defensive and less friendly then his brother after the accident. Deciding not letting anyone too close is the way to protect both himself and his brother.
When Gage found out Aron was gay, he did not really know how to react. Being 13, he did not really know how to. However, he got over it quickly and figure his brother is still the same guy and nothing would change that.
Gage did know about the secret relationship, but figured Aron would want to try to deal with it on his own. Seeing his brother hurt made him want to really bruise up the guy….and his secret is that he did.
| Family |
Aron
Adopted parents (neither brother likes them very much)
| Strengths |
• Loyal
• Muscular
• Intelligent
| Weaknesses |
• Does not trust very easily
• His brother (they depend on each other)
• Math (ugghhh)
The Other
| Theme Song |
Demons-Imagine Dragons
“I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide”
Extra
Aron and Gage are identical twins and hardly ever seen apart. Often they will mirror each other’s actions without even realizing it.
’I have read the rules’
The Twins Relations
{"Two for the price of two"}
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
☯Sophie§
Aron: (friendly neutral)
"I will get her out of that shell. She's such an awesome person”
Aron talks to her a lot and is convinced he can break her out of her shell. He thinks that overcoming her shyness will be good for her.
Gage:
"shes a loner…"
Gage is around her a lot because of Aron. He doesn't really trust her because of her loner status, so he settles for glaring at her until he figures her out.
☮Vanessa§
Aron: (friends)
"She is awesome!"
Aron found it easy to become friends with Vanessa, finding her awesome and fun to hang around.
Gage:
"Meh"
Gage can tell that she does not feel comfortable around him and that causes tension. That and his lack of trust does not fully help that either. Really they have a bit of personality clash more then anything.
☯Alyssa☯
Aron: (friendly neutral)
"Gym buddy."
Though he doesn't know her very well, he gets along well with her at the gym. Also thinks they could be great friends outside of it if they interacted.
Gage:
"She can keep up with us, so she's cool"
Gage finds her pretty cool with her ability to keep up with them at the gym.
Symbol Cassandra Symbol
Aron: (friends)
"She has shy moments, but she's fun"
Aron found her shy and for him that makes him want to hang out with her and really get to know her as a friend. So he has been.
Gage:
"Once she's past the shyness she is really cool"
Gage finds her cool to be around and actually fun to talk to.
☯Vincent§
Aron: (Neutral)
"He's a bit rough around the edges, but a good guy"
Aron feels like the two could be friends, but something seems to be holding vincent back. Aron will keep hanging out with him though, because that is what he does.
Gage:
"I swear if he messes up our names again....
Gage isn't really fond of the guy. He does't trust him either, leaving him to be rather tense around vincent. However, he does have moments where he does't mind him and could see them being friends, but then again...maybe not.
☯Lucy☯
Aron: (neutral)
"I see her around, but I haven't really talked to her. Wonder what she is like"
Aron has not really interacted with lucy, but thinks she is probably a good person.
Gage:
"Oh levi's sis"
Gage knows of her because she is Levi's sister. other then that, no clue.
☮Charlie☮
Aron: (Friends)
“He plays pranks occasionally, but the guy is a really awesome friend"
Aron become friends with charlie fairly easily, finding that while charlie plays pranks on him, he still thinks the guy is awesome. He also finds he has the best times hanging around with him, possibly getting into trouble.
Gage:
"The guy is fun"
Gage finds that he can really get along with charlie...even if the guy is terrible with hitting on girls.
☯Riley§
Aron: (neutral)
"She's pretty cool"
Aron sees her around and talks to her here and there.
Gage:
"I bet she thinks I'm an asshole"
Gage doesn't talk to her much finding there to be a bit of a personality clash.
♫Kimberly☯
Aron: (best friends)
"My best friend she's the best!"
Aron feels that he can talk to her about anything and really values their friendship. He thinks that eventually he will be able to tell her his secret....eventually.
Gage:
"She is best friends with my brother....she's okay"
Gage won't admit it, but he thinks she is pretty cool and fun to be around.
Tj
Aron: (Neutral)
"Don't really know her"
Neither of the boys really know her.
Gage:
"Who?"
Neither of the boys really know her.
Symbol Levi Symbol
Aron: (neutral)
"He is friends with my brother...seems cool"
Aron only knows him because Gage hangs out with him. Other then that nothing much known about him.
Gage:
"He's cool"
Gage is friends with him...finding that they get along well and Gage tries to make sure Levi isn't picked on.
Symbol Miranda Symbol
Aron: (friends)
"She is like a firework and its awesome to hang out with her"
Aron finds he really enjoys her company. Finding that her positivity is uplifting and her tendency to be a hard worker is really uplifting for him.
Gage:
"She is good around aron...Don't think we mesh well though"
Gage sees her around aron a lot and sees that they do okay together. He respects her more then anything.
Billy
Aron: (friends)
"Billy is awesome"
Both twins find Billy easy to hang around and enjoy his company.
Gage:
"Billy is cool"
Both twins find Billy easy to hang around and enjoy his company.
Charlotte
Aron: (neutral)
"She's the doctor right?
Neither brother has been in the hospital so, they don't really know her.
Gage: (neutral)
"Who?
Neither brother has been in the hospital so, they don't really know her.
Zachary
Aron: (friends)
He's so calm. Being around him is relaxing.
Aron finds being friends with zach rather easy...like with many other people, their personalities seem to do okay around each other.
Gage:
Gage likes hanging around zach. Even though Zach lectures both brothers and it irritates him a bit he is at the point where he sees zach as another sibling almost. So the lectures are met with eye rolls.
Teddy
Aron: (Respect)
"Oh the detective. He seems cool.
Aron doesn't really know the decretive, but with that position he automatically respects him.
Gage:
"...."
Being that Teddy is a detective and Gage is a trouble maker there is tension from his end.
Cash
Aron: (respect)
"He's pretty cool
Aron respects him as an authority figure. He also sees the guy occasionally when he goes running.
Gage:
"Hes an officer
Gage generally doesn't get along well with police. He also thinks he could run faster. Slow poke.
Rudy
Aron: (Crush)
"Oh...he's...cool"
Aron is crushing on the guy. Finding his personality strongly attractive.
Gage:
"I don't mind him"
Gage finds it dun to interact with him, but occasionally they but heads.
Jamie
Aron: (friendly respect)
"He came out which is really cool"
Aron talks to him and finds it amazing that Jamie was able to come out while.
Gage:
"He can dish the sarcasm"
Gage finds talking to him entertaining, as they both can dish out sarcasm. |
46,028 | 1,246 | 318 | 1,635 | 6,677 | Anastasia Beaumont
Location: Vanessa's Restaurant
Interacting With: Vanessa Natasha, Gage & Aron & Cassandra
"Well I don't mind hanging out with the three of you if you'd like to have me around that is." Anastasia said as she looked over towards Natasha and gave her a soft smile and nod, she remembered seeing the B&B while she was driving through a week ago and thought for a moment as she knew that the girl that was living there was another of the wolf attack victims. Anastasia stood up and looked towards Vanessa and gave the woman a friendly smile and wave. "I should actually get going myself I need to finish writing my next book."
Anastasia then turned to look over at Cassandra and took out a small note pad as well as a pen and wrote down her phone number and handed it towards Cassandra. "If you want to hang out or whenever you have the little get together tonight i'll be over pretty quickly." Anastasia said as she started to make her way towards the front door. | Riley Walker
Basic Information
| Name |
Riley Marie Walker
| Date of Birth |
September 29th, 1999 (17 years old)
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Occupation |
Works at Riley's Bed & Breakfast, owned and run by her father.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Riley stands at 5'5, her skin is very lightly tanned brown hair her eyes are hazel and her hair is just below her shoulders. She has a small scar on her upper back from a dirt bike accident that happened two years ago other then that she has a few small freckles across her body. Riley usually wears in the warmer seasons a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans as well as a set of sneakers. During the colder months Riley is seen in jackets or hoodies jeans and usually a pair of leather boots.
| Scent |
Riley has a usual scent of coffee.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Outgoing ♦ Stubborn ♦ Funny ♦ Clumsy ♦
Riley is a very fun and outgoing kind of person, she has a very witty and goofy personality she enjoys making people around her smile. She is also a very loyal friend, she is always there for them no matter what, she is always trying to find ways to help out a friend whenever they need it. If someone hurts her or her friends she has been known to hold a grudge against those people, and will take quiet awhile for her to forgive the person who has betrayed her trust or hurt her friends.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Music
✔Video games
✔Dirt biking
✔Animals
✔Warm weather
✘Assholes
✘Loud noises
✘Spiders
✘Cold weather
✘Math
Hobbies
Riley in her spare time she likes to go out with her friends, she also likes to go out on her dirt bike and ride it through the woods during the warmer months she will usually do that. When Riley just feels like relaxing and not hanging out with her friends Riley will be in her house either helping out with her father run the business or she is up in her room listening to music or playing video games. Riley also love to play with her golden retriever as well.
| History |
Riley's mother was a native to Red Lake, she grew up living in the town until finishing college where she met her future husband Seth in college, her mother went for nursing while her father went into business. Shortly after they graduated from college Riley's mother Sarah found out that she was pregnant with her first child Riley. Riley's mother suggested moving back into the small town that she grew up, which Seth had agreed to. A few months later Riley was born, her father then decided to turn their house into a bed and breakfast eventually naming it after their daughter, which Riley now hates but knows that her father likes it. Growing up she was best friends with Vanessa though she was younger then her they two were inseparable.
As Riley started getting older she and her family would always go out to the lake and spend a few days there, until her father and mother started becoming to busy due to Riley's mother becoming pregnant with her second child. She decided to then take it upon herself to keep going to the lake, inviting her friends and anyone who wanted to go which has become an annual thing among Riley's friends. Riley after her seventeenth birthday her father bought her a dirt bike when she enjoys a lot and uses it any chance that she can get.
| Family |
Seth Walker Riley's Father
Sarah Walker Riley's mother
Johnathan Walker, Riley's little brother.
Winston Riley's dog.
| Strengths |
Helpful.
Works well with others.
History class.
| Weaknesses |
Math
School tests
Forgetful
The Other
| Theme Song |
Hold Onto You - Default
”I know you feel so far away
So far away from better days
As you look for a way out
I'll hold onto you
When it gets too hard to take
I'll be the light that leads the way
As you look for a way out.”
| Extra Information |
Bitches I dun need to read my rules cuz I made em and i'm the GM so fuck yeah! But seriously I read em lol.
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⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
♫ Vanessa Von Strong ♫
"Vanessa? She is of course my closest friend, though she is a lot older she is friends with my mom. She is like the older sister I've never had, she LOVES to spoil me, and we get along really well we are pretty much inseparable at this point."
Riley and Vanessa have always been friends ever since Riley was a little girl, she was sad that Vanessa left town but she was really happy when she came back and opened up her restaurant. Riley will spend every chance she can get with her.
☯ Sophie Fairchild ☯
"Sophie? She is more of a recluse, I try and get to know her but she is to shy or something to get to know her. I have tried to invite her to the trip but she so far has declined to go, I guess that's just out of her element."
Riley doesn't know Sophie all that well, they don't hang out at all unless Riley is at the café and Sophie is her server.
☮ Charlotte Maria Edwards ☮
"Charlotte, she is really nice and works with my mother at the hospital we see each other a lot at Vanessa's restaurant as well. And we get along fairly well and talk from time to time when she is there."
Riley knows Charlotte because her mother works at the hospital as well, and they talk as well when they are at Vanessa's restaurant they get along so they are pretty good friends.
Symbol Name Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details
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"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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Symbol Name Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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"Thoughts on person"
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46,029 | 1,246 | 319 | 377 | 25,989 | Cassie watched Anastasia go, "I will" She promised, giving her a smile, before turning back to the boys. She smiled at Gage's enthausium, and she grabbed some stuff, going straight for one of her favorite foods. Pizza, of course. It was a simple matter to make the dough, and cut up the ingrediants for the toppings. Spreading the sauce on, she put on some of her favorite toppings, bacon, cheese, shredded chicken and mushrooms, she sprinkled some herbs, and a little bit of spice on it, before slidding it into the oven. She got some potatos and cut then into wedges, sprinkling them with herbs and a little bit of olive oil, she put them in the oven as well.
She found some containers for left over food, figuring it would get eaten eventually. She stretched, glancing at the time, enjoying herself. She leaned against the bench, now with nothing to do. "How you going?" she asked Gage | Connor Vos
Basic Information
| Name |
Connor Tony Vos
| Date of Birth |
14 May 1998
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
confused
| Occupation |
Currently does not have an occupation in Red Lake
| In-Depth Appearance |
Standing at 6 foot 6 inches, Connor is quite thin. He has short brown hair, which can be styled when he remembers to do it. He has light brown eyes, and a few freckles. His skin is pale, as if he doesn't get much sun, and he wears loose clothing.
| Scent |
Connor has a woody sort of smell, like old books and smoke.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Open minded ♦ Over analyses situations ♦ Kind ♦ a little absorbed in things he obsessed with ♦
Connor is a bright young man, quite intelligent, he has a thirst for knowledge that tends to be obsessive, staying in doors for hours at a time, sometimes days. However, Connor is very willing to help others, and is kind and caring, always willing to drop everything and help those he cares about, and even strangers. He seems shy, but this is often because he is processing interactions, trying to figure people out like he does complex problems.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ books
✔ Video games
✔ comic books
✔ figuring out problems
✔ people
✘ Bullies
✘ people who are opinionated without having the knowledge to back it up
✘ A problem that can't be solve
✘ losing
✘
Hobbies
Play video games
read
draw comics
play sports
| History |
Connor was born to highly intelligent parents, and was expected to exceed in everything he did. He went to the fanciest private schools, was expected to participate in extracurricular activities and to essential get the highest grades he possibly could. Connor didn't mind, enjoying school, but when his mother got sick, he lost faith when nothing could help her. He was 10 when she died, and it brought a change in his father. No longer expected to exceed, Connor spent a lot of time with his father going on trips, learning how to catch, throw, hit and kick a ball, Connors life turned into a typical childhood, but he still exceeded in school.
His father took him on a camping trip a few months before the story takes place, and that was another changing point in Connors life. It was a full moon, and his father wanted to teach him how to fish, despite the fact he had never gone fishing himself. As the moon rose, they began to hear animal cries, and his father insisted they leave, before they were attacked.
it was too late. The wolf attacked, tearing his fathers throat out, before attacking Connor. Unable to stop the wolf, Connor still tried to escape. Eventually he just gave up, expecting to die, but when he woke in the morning, it was to his fathers mutilated body, and no injury, no scar, nothing but the blood on his clothes to tell he had been attacked.
He stumbled out the forest, after what seemed like hours of sitting there, right into a patrol car. There was an investigation, but the wolf wasn't found, and no one could explain why Connor hadn't been hurt. Taking the inheritance he received from his father's death, Connor fled thecity where everyone seemed to know what happened, and eventually will find his way to Red lake. He is still unsure what has happened to him.
| Family |
Mother, Deceased
Father, Deceased
| Strengths |
Brave
A good tactician
Kind
| Weaknesses |
Scared of the moon
Quite
a bad cook
The Other
| Theme Song |
Iron Man, Black Sabbath
”Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold” |
46,030 | 1,247 | 0 | 1,774 | 401 | Pol Stictid
---
As the light of dawn began to shine on Pol Topelia's capitol, cries of gulls and crows began to echo down from above. Birds laden with precious news began to filter across the city, making their deliveries. But while the News Coos delivered stories from other islands, the crows were garnering more buzz as they delivered their own papers: the local rag, 'Topelia Times'.
At the highest point of the city, in one of several turrets reaching towards the sky in a fortress-like castle, man sat at his desk in a clean office, window open, letting light pour on to the large potted plant flanking an organized desk. Silently dropping the paper, the man, his well built figure fitting into a dark brown military uniform, a blonde goatee around his mouth under a bald head, rubbed his forehead for a moment. The headline read 'Revolutionaries Attack Boat Carrying Medical Supplies for Epidemic! Dozens Endangered!'
Gritting his teeth, Dario Capper's sigh transformed into a snarl as he slammed his fist on his desk, snapping, "Damn them! They don't even know what they want anymore!" Ever since he'd first gotten the report, it was all that was on his mind: this was sheer terrorism! He couldn't just say nothing.
The door cracking open, a voice called, "You rang, sir?"
Dario blinked, before taking a breath, replying, "Well, I was...come in." Door opening, a man with short red hair, glasses, and a brown suit walked in. Dario said, "Nopalé, I want to give a statement to the public regarding the incident yesterday."
Nopalé confirmed, "I'll send for preparations at once."
Dario nodded, "Very good. And the Marines?"
"They're not pleased, but they've agreed not to land until we give the order," Nopalé explained.
Dario huffed, "Well, they'll just have to deal with it: we can handle this ourselves!" Bringing a hand to his beard thoughtfully, he suggested, "Have the speechwriter put in something along those lines."
"As you wish," Nopalé stated, before being waved away.
Now alone again, Dario stood, moving towards the wide window, looking out and over the city, streets only just beginning to move. As he imagined it devastated by the Revolutionary Army, he could only slam his fist into the frame, gritting his teeth.
"Not my country you animals..."
---
Ostropa
---
"Commander? Sir? Are you awake?"
There was a snort, then a grunt, before the answer came, "I am now..."
Throwing his legs off the edge of his bunk and sitting up with a groan, Alzac rubbed his head, scratching at his curly, pale brown hair. Stopping, he looked at his hand, which still had faint stains of blood. Cringing, he stood, stretching his sore limbs, before moving from his bunk, grabbing a black coat and throwing it over his bare torso. Finishing up with a hat fanged to look like a wolf, he asked, "What's the damage?"
The junior Revolutionary with short dark hair and glasses began, "Er, well, most everyone who was injured's been stabilized, but there's this..."
The younger girl held up a newspaper, Alzac taking it, his face contorting to anger at the headline. Throwing it aside, he grumbled, "Medical supplies!? My ass!"
That ship had been loaded with weapons, and far too many of them were primed and ready by the time the Revolutionaries had gotten there. The battle was devastating on both sides, but at the very least what weapons the Revolutionaries hadn't recovered were resting on the bottom of the ocean. The aftermath though...
Even aside from the battle, things hadn't been going well: while elsewhere, underworlds were well aware of the strange and shifty trades going down on Pol Topelia, but here? No one seemed the wiser. And since the island appeared squeaky clean, approval of Dario Capper was at a high. As far as the public knew, the only major threat was the 'evil, monstrous, Revolutionaries', while the average criminal was just waiting to be busted.
Alzac didn't want that to stand, but as things were...
Shaking his head, he pushed that thought from his mind before moving from his cabin, taking to the common area of their rather large boat, currently moored in a hidden spot on the rocky coastline nearby Ostropa. Weaving his way through the resting and wound men, he called, "Vice! Fukubei! Where..." Turning to his junior, he asked, "Livian, send someone to get them." With a nod, she headed off, Alzac continuing on, heading to the deck of the ship to await them.
---
As the morning went on, the docks of Ostropa continued to buzz with activity, ships leaving with the island's quality ore and minerals while more came in with a variety of goods from all over the South Blue and beyond.
Bumming around the alleyways a ways away from the docks, however, was a lone girl. Her shoulders were slumped, pink hair flowing over them. Her purple eyes were lidded, her face sunken as she shambled. She wore a light white coat with red trim and cuffs over a short-sleeved white shirt and blue shorts, while an iron rod was kept across her back.
Looking to the sky, she took a breath, before grumbling, "What did I do earlier today again..?"
Letting out a cry of frustration, Claribel Donner moaned, "I don't remember anything! Have I even eaten yet!? Today is so boring!" Poking at her stomach, it didn't answer her back, so apparently she had indeed eaten.
Then maybe...it was her that was boring? As if to try and answer her own question, she suggested, "Maybe I should punch the next person I see." She then mumbled, "No, that wouldn't work..." Letting out a sigh, she continued on her aimless path.
As she moved on, a watching eye peered from beyond a cracked open door... | Name: Claribel Donner
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Crew Position: Captain
Race: Human
Appearance: Claribel isn't particularly tall at all, not even hitting average height. At the very least, her figure is good, though she's been known to curse her 'stupid boobs' when they get in the way. Her skin is a bit sun tanned, and she has wide purple eyes. Her hair is pink and long, covering her ears and going past her shoulders. Her preferred outfit is a pair of boots with shorts, a short sleeved shirt, and a light coat. She typically has her weapon, an iron rod more than a meter long, across her back for use.
Personality: Claribel is about as carefree as they come. When it comes to people, she is generally pretty dismissive of most, often right to their faces. Her rudeness doesn't stop there, as her honesty often comes to mouth before anything resembling restraint. She is also stubborn and single-minded: when she sets herself to something she's probably not stopping until it's done. She can be quite clever when she has the care for it: combat, for instance. She also tends to take some things for granted, as her upbringing wasn't exactly the most normal.
One thing she cannot stand is the mundane, thought not because she dislikes it, but because it doesn't stick in her brain at all. She seeks interesting people and situations, sometimes to the point of recklessness. One might even say that's what she lives for. She certainly has a bit of rebellious, teenage spirit, as she occasionally does things if she thinks something interesting will come out of it.
Backstory: Claribel has been familiar with the modern sea of pirates for a long time. It was only a month after the execution of Roger when she was born aboard the passenger vessel her parents managed. It had been a lucrative business, but with the onset of the Age of Pirates, Flors Donner found his business failing as the common folk were too afraid to move far past their homes any more. As he struggled, the answer came to his from the mouth of his wife, Isabel, who said something he'd never have considered with the safety of his wife and daughter to consider.
Flors Donner became a pirate. But with a wife and child he could not afford to take a bounty, so while he flew the black flag symbolizing freedom, he never pillaged or killed. No, he targeted those who stole his business, aiming at pirates. Not at first, of course: while he was one of the strongest men he'd known, and Isabel was getting better with a rifle for those worst case scenarios, not pirate could work alone. Flors went from razed town to razed town, sifting through the ashes to find those who'd the Marines failed, and relighting their fire. And so the Inferno Pirates sailed to the day where the sight of their flag would strike fear in the hearts of pirates and hope in the heart of the common man.
As for the baby on board, Claribel's childhood was spent among the sailors, learning their names and their stories, picking up some useful seafaring knowledge and skills to boot. After a while, that was: not because she was young when she was taught. When it came to combat she learned much quicker. But while the crew initially believe it to be a matter of interest, or talent, the truth would be learned later. Isabel had become stricken with grief upon learning of the death of her parents, news of which was relayed to Claribel. And yet, some hours later, Claribel was upset, not sure of why her mother was sad. After being told once more, she was satisfied, until the next morning, when Claribel was once more confused about her mother's mood. She known that her mother was sad, but she couldn't remember why.
After she'd forgotten the death of her grandparents yet again, Flors was getting concerned, and began to seek out some medical advice. Claribel had always been a bit absent minded, but this was a bit much. After some study, there was a hypothesis that seemed to fit what Flors knew of his daughter.
Claribel had a memory disorder. She could only remember things that were interesting to her the first time. Otherwise, she would need to be told repeatedly. Even then, however, she still risked forgetting again after a while.
Claribel certainly didn't forget that. She even got a bit worried: what kind of things had she forgotten? If something became boring to her, would she forget about it one day? She couldn't just decide what was genuinely interesting to her or not either. After some thinking, she finally concluded that if she was going to have problems remembering things, then she should just get as many interesting memories as she could.
Through her teenage years, Claribel would finally start helping a bit more out on the ship, mostly aiding in the sailing until age fifteen, where her father allowed her to start fighting alongside the rest of the crew, where she showed that she did have a good deal of strength. But once the novelty of that wore off, she was starting to get bored: she'd been on the boat for her entire life, after all. She had to come up with something.
Then, almost two years later, opportunity knocked. After a battle with pirates, the crew looted a Devil Fruit, and Flors sent the quartermaster to work on getting a buyer. Claribel wasn't having any of that though. In the dead of night, she went to where the Fruit was kept and ate as much as she could stomach (less than half) before leaving the rest and leaving the boat in the middle of the night, only leaving a note explaining that she'd left. Chances are they were going to be pissed, but Claribel was happy. Not that she was now free: she always had been. But now all the adventures and stories she'd had with them were good memories, and would probably never become boring, so she'd never forget them.
But now alone, she wanted to start her own crew, one with a bit more ambition. She needed a boat and a crew, but was at a loss as to where to start. In her wanderings, she found herself on Pol Topelia, deciding that this large island was where she was going to make her start. But she wasn't going to accept just any old mook on her crew: nope! What kind of Captain would she be if she forgot who worked for her?
Long Term Ambition: To see if raging across the sea on the way to becoming Pirate King is as fun as it sounds.
Medium Term Ambition: To form her pirate crew on Pol Topelia. (Note, this is not meant to be a good example for a Medium Ambition of your own. Ideally, yours should be more involved with Pol Topelia)
Devil Fruit: Echo Echo Fruit, Paramecia type. Upon eating it, Claribel has become an Echo human. This manifests itself into two main abilities.
The first is her improved perception: she has an easier time hearing the echos and reverberations left by other things, and has better hearing for it. However, it's dependent on conditions: it a crowded street, there's so much noise it's hard to focus on any particular noise, but in silent room, she can probably hear the fast heartbeat of a hiding person. Aside from mere perception, she can't do much with it. Being able to tell if someone is lying or not based on their heartbeat would be to difficult even in ideal conditions for instance. Focus is also important: in the heat of battle, differentiating sounds is certainly trickier.
Her other ability is to create echoes where there otherwise wouldn't have been any. The only requirement is that she must be near the origin of the noise. Then, with her hands, she can manipulate the air to recreate the sound, one of her hands emitting pulses of faint white light as she does so. It doesn't need to be identical, however, as she can also manipulate where it goes, though some applications of her ability are unbeknownst to her, she can make a sound pass back and forth over a person, making them hear one thing several times, or she can redirect the whole wave at once onto a single point, creating a much louder resonance in a small area, attacking the eardrums. However, every time she makes a sound repeat, it steadily decreases in volume, like any echo. Deaf opponents or any with ear protection are more resistant to her abilities, as they can't hear her misdirections.
Fighting Style: Claribel is quite strong in her own right, able to wield her rod weapon with a good amount of speed and strength. However, she often uses it in tandem with her Devil Fruit, disorienting the opponent by repeating or otherwise changing the sound of her attacks, or creating bursts of sound and focusing them onto a single point (usually an opponent's head).
Notable Equipment: A smooth iron rod, a bit more than a half a meter in length.
Skills: Having lived on a boat her whole life, Claribel is well versed in sailing. |
46,031 | 1,247 | 1 | 2,388 | 140 | Ostropa
"I don't understand. Perhaps Alzac will know what to do. I should ask him to get high." Vice whispered to herself as she stood on a roof, overlooking the whole of Ostropa with her mind searching for answers to her questions.
-Few minutes earlier-
"Hey miss, wanna get high?"
Vice had been walking around the slums in Ostropa and what still piqued her curiosity was the fact that compared to every city she had visited, criminal activity in Pol Topelia was in one word, irregular. Constantly shifting with no apparent reason. From practically non-existent to frighteningly high yet the tyrant didn't do a thing about it. His propaganda focused on the evil revolutionaries.
She turned towards the man addressing her, he was dressed well enough for those parts.
"Why?" she asked with her cold, emotionless voice and her hand resting on her katana, hidden beneath her kimono.
"Well, you know, you see the world differently when high. You learn stuff that you'd never even imagine otherwise." His smile wasn't warm or kind but full of confidence, as if he had complete control over their encounter.
And Vice noticed that. Easy to miss but not for her eyes. A sword demands attention to detail, one miscalculation, a simple unnoticed detail and you lose a hand.
"I see. Then, if I get high, I'll learn something, isn't that what you're saying?"
"Definitely, let me hit you u-"
"And what am gonna learn, will help me in... you know what?.." she added with a conspiratory look on her face.
"Yes! I'll hit you up wit-!"
She patted him on the shoulder, her heart moved by his act.
"Thank you very much. I'll get high now. And don't worry young lad, your deeds might have changed the fate of this country."
By the time his jaw hit the ground, she was already atop a roof and heading for the tallest one, tears glistening in her eyes for the love of the people of Ostropa for their country. Love strong enough to make them defy danger and freely give her, a revolutionary, a hint which could prove vital in their fight against the tyrant.
Present / Revolutionary HQ / Ostropa
The sight of her injured comrades fueled her hate towards the lord of Pol Topelia and by any Gods that could hear her, she would avenge both the dead and the living.
She quickly headed towards the ship's deck, where Alzac usually was and sure enough, she saw him, his fanged hat a pleasant sight in this tortured country.
"Commander Alzac. We should get high." | Name
Vice
Age
20
Gender
Female
Crew Position
Swordsman
Race
Human
Appearance
Vice isn't your ordinary woman. Since the very moment she was born, she stood out for three things ; her ashen hair, her snow white skin and her blue eyes. She grew into a beautiful woman of average height, with short hair, a slender physique and an obvious love of kimonos since they're practically the only thing she ever wears. She could easily play the girlish, fragile princess role if not for the katana always by her side.
Personality
Vice could be described as a social chameleon. She can be charismatic, cheerful, silly and pretty much anything if that gets her closer to her goal. That's her mask though, not her real self.
To be brutally honest, even Vice herself isn't sure of what kind of person she is. There is only a handful of people she trusts and around them she's usually quiet and relaxed with a peaceful smirk on her face. On the other hand, when on a mission or around people she doesn't know or like she is a cold and seething person, always calm but ready -and eager- to strike without mercy at a moment's notice.
Other than that, a trait which she is oblivious to is that she's probably the most literal person to ever exist. For example her revolutionary Commander, Alzac, still tells the story of how she gave him a crude drawing of her sword after he asked her to draw her blade in order to assess her skill, shortly after they met.
Backstory
If you ask her about her past and you're lucky enough to get a serious answer, you'll learn that she was born a slave. Her parents were sold to a nobleman in Sabaody Archipelago and then taken to South Blue where she was born.
Deep into South Blue, Vice lived a somewhat good life -for a slave- with food and clean water and only a few beatings every month. However, she wasn't and still isn't the kind of person to accept fate, destiny or whatever you call it. While both her parents urged her to forget escaping and do her best to pass unnoticed, every day that passed she got stronger as she had convinced another slave, and old man who claimed to have been an infamous pirate worth 25 million beli to train her.
By the time she reached 16 years of age, she was stronger, faster and more agile than she could ever imagine. Yet that was only the beginning. She spent every day of the following year training and forming her escape plan and once she felt ready, she simply vanished without a word to anyone. She had no idea about the hell that would follow.
A few days after the escape, the slaver who owned her announced that he'd kill her parents within two hours unless she returned. And unfortunately, she did. The beating she received left her unconscious for days with only the old pirate looking after her since her parents had been sold. Three days later, she vanished again. The following night, she broke into the nobleman's mansion, stole his family's heirloom katana and roughed him up until he ordered all the slaves freed. She left the island with her new blade and the old man who said he knew where to go next.
The rest of her story she keeps for herself although what is known is that she joined a cell of Revolutionaries and carried out many missions in South Blue until some time three months ago when she joined a dojo in Pol Stictid for no apparent reason.
Long Term Ambition
Destroy the World Government.
Medium Term Ambition
Take down the tyrant, Dario Capper.
Fighting Style
Ittouryu
Notable Equipment
Her katana, Izanami. |
46,032 | 1,247 | 2 | 514 | 466 | Ostropa
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As a multitude of ships were going in and out of Ostropa, one merchant ship in particular had an unusual passenger aboard waiting impatiently to finally get to land. Alexander Storm stood at the front of the ship, eyeing the island they would reach soon as the workers on the ship began getting ready to land and unload their cargo. 'Pol Topelia, one of the numerous islands in the south blue without Marine control or protection. If I remember correctly, they're partaking in a civil war of sorts.' Alexander thought as he continued to look at the island. “Hey Doc.!” A voice behind him called out. Alex turned to see the Captain of the ship walking up to him, “The boats about to hit shore, get your things ready to leave.” He said.
Alex lifted his medical bag that contained much of his fist aid supplies as well as a couple of notebooks. The bag had a red cross on it and the word ‘DOCTOR’ written on it in all caps. “This is all I have sir. I’m ready to leave at any time.” Alex explained.
The Captain looked at the boy for a second before talking again, “I want to thank you again for using your doctor magic on my First Mate, without you, he’d probably be dead.” The Captain said with a toothy grin as he gestured towards said First Mate, who seemed to be working with the rest of the crew.
Alex smiled a bit before replying, “All I did was give him an antidote for sea urchin poison, I should be thanking you for letting me ride with you to Pol Topelia.” Alex then took out a notebook from his bag before opening it to a bookmarked page, “Tell me, do you know anything about a man named Dr. Simmons?”
The Captain stroked his beard for a minute in thought before answering, “I think I heard about him, he’s a well known doctor that found a cure for something right? I heard about him last time I visited Ostropa.” he explained
“Yes well, I was hoping you’d know where I can find him.” Alex asked
“Sorry kid, no idea. I’m sure if you ask around you can probably find the guy.” The Captain said and Alex nodded silently at that, pleased with the answer. “Well anything else I can help you with?”
Alex contemplated for a minute before putting away his notebook, then taking out what seemed to be a rolled up wanted poster, “I’m looking for this man, know anything about him?” Alex said as he unrolled the piece of paper to reveal the picture of a middle aged, green haired man holding a boomerang. Under the picture showed his name and bounty, Boomerang Ben. Dead or Alive. 50,000,000 Belly.
The old man looked at the bounty poster in shock before shaking his head, “F-f-f-fifty million belly!!! Sorry but I don’t know anything about a guy as dangerous as him. Why’re you looking for a filthy pirate like him anyways? You out for the bounty?” The Captain asked, a little stunned and confused by the fact that a doctor would be hunting down a dangerous pirate.
Alex twitched as the Captain said the words ‘filthy pirate’ but stopped himself from showing any emotions because of it. “No no no, I’m looking for him for more personal reasons.” Alex said to the Captain as he tried to assure him he wasn’t planning to fight him. After talking with the older man for a little while longer, the boat finally arrived at the dock. “Seems like I’ll be going now. Thank you for the ride.” He said as he began to walk off the boat.
“No problem kid, take care of yourself!!! I hope you find that Filthy pirate you’re looking for!!!” The Captain yelled out to the boy.
“Yeah ... ‘Filthy pirate’.” Alex mumbled to himself as he stepped off the boat and began walking away from the dock and towards the shopping area.
After asking random merchants and townspeople for around ten minutes, Alex was easily able to find the office of the famous Dr. Simmons. As he stood in front of the building, he looked down as a map that a person had drawn for him. “Well, this is it.” He said before opening the door. “Excuse me, is there a Dr. Simmons here?” He asked as he walked into the building. | Name:
Alexander Storm, Dr. Storm
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Crew Position:
Doctor
Race:
Human
Appearance:
A young man with jet black hair and equally black eyes. Alex usually wears a black suit with the collar popped up along with a white dress shirt with black gloves when not fighting and taking off the jacket and gloves while rolling up his sleeves when fighting. He exchanges the suit for a white doctor's coat when he gives people checkups.
Personality: He is socially awkward in a way, not knowing how to interact with people he just met in normal conversation which usually leads to him just staying silent. His quietness sometimes gives off an impression of arrogance and superiority, which gets him into trouble and often fights. He finds this trait of himself troublesome and is trying to fix it the best he can.
Alexander is a caring person who is always silently looking after others, helping anyone from complete strangers he sees on the streets to sometimes the enemy. He's very passionate about being a doctor, going so far as to travel the pirate infested seas in order to learn more and more about new medicines and healing techniques, and takes great pride in his work. He sees being a doctor as more of an honor then a profession, saying that the art of curing and healing other people is very righteous. Because of this mentality, he thinks very highly of other doctors.
Backstory: Alexander was born in Coastellia, a port town on the red line. He lived with his mother, Martha Storm who was a merchant and his father, Benjamin Storm, who was a pirate that went by the name of 'Boomerang Ben'. He began teaching Alex the basics to using a boomerang since Alex could walk and Alex quickly grew a liking to it. His father however left Alex and his mother abruptly when Alex was 5, heading towards the Grand Line with his crew in hopes of finding Gol D. Rogers rumored treasure. Alex was devastated by this, and decided to become stronger in the art of boomerang combat in hopes that he can one day leave home to find his father.
When he was only 7 years old, his mother died from a rare disease called Psychosairosis where the victim will first go insane before losing all sense of reality, the person's limbs slowly shut off one after another before the person’s heart stops abruptly. The sight of his mother's suffering to this ailment inspired Alex to become a doctor, hoping to find a cure to the horribly merciless disease and giving him a second reason to leave home.
After his mothers death he lived with his uncle, a fisherman who cared for Alex as if he were his own son. Alex spent his days training with his boomerang, or studying intensely since the passing of his mother. He would read any and all books about medicine he could get his hands on and skipped many grades, officially became a doctor at the young age of 14. The day after he graduated he immediately left his home, saying good bye to his uncle to travel the world in hopes of expanding his knowledge in medicine and one day find his father.
During his travels, Alex had realized that the sea was not kind to those who couldn't defend themselves. Alex's talent in using a boomerang as well as a multitude of gadgets and tools he created on his journey helped him survive on the open sea's. Early on, Alex noticed that he was somewhat defenseless in close quarters combat, and in response created his primary weapon being his trust Kukri/Boomerang hybrid, Scalpel.
He got by by working as a travelling doctor, going from port town to port town helping the sick. He stayed at each town for around a week before getting enough money to leave for the next town, gathering information about rumors rare medicines or anything about his father. After 6 years all that he's learned about his father is that he was part pirate crew that left for the grand line a year after leaving his mother but never returned.
Long Term Ambition: Alexander's reason for leaving home is tied to both of his parents. The first reason is to become one of the worlds greatest doctors, inspired from his mothers death, and the second is to find his father in order to ask him why he abandoned Alex's mother.
Medium Term Ambition: Alexander came to Pol Topelia because he had heard a rumor of a doctor that had found a cure for the illness his mother suffered from.
Fighting Style: Alex fights using many different long range weapons, from grenades to boomerangs. In close combat, he uses Scalpel as a dagger to defend himself before using one of his bombs to increase the distance between himself and his target.
Notable Equipment: Under his jacket, he wears a vest with pouches that are all filled with medical supplies as well as a multitude of tools and gadgets which currently include multiple collapsible boomerangs, grenades, smoke bombs, flash bombs, high frequency grenades and a knife.
On his back he carries his first and favorite weapon Scalpel, a boomerang shaped kukri made of a carbon alloy metal, making it light yet still somewhat sturdy. The blade part of the weapon is on the inside of the V shape and the center is empty, making a sort of handle on the weapon. Because of its shape, it works the same as any other boomerang except that that the blades as sharp as surgical tools, hence the name.
Skills: He is a prodigy doctor, knowing every bone and muscle in both the human and merman body and having the knowledge to treat almost any wound. Because he reads all the time, Alex has a random amount of knowledge on various thing ranging anything between the history of Gol D. Roger to the different types of birds. |
46,033 | 1,247 | 3 | 88 | 121 | Ostropa
The ship Kohl had been sailing on had been cramped wall to wall with smelly, drunk pirates. The pirates sailed on a small ship that went over the maximum capacity a while ago. Kohl usually stayed on the deck of the ship, avoiding the lower deck and being pushed along a wall where he could barely breathe. Kohl was at the front of the ship when he saw the docks of Ostropa come into view. Kohl breathed a silent sigh of relief, knowing the nightmare of this ship was coming to an end.
Kohl was the first person off the ship after it docked, Kohl was already packed up when the ship finally came to a halt. Only a couple changes of clothes, his tools and his lucky rock were in his bag that wrapped itself around Kohl's chest. Kohl looked around at all the ships that were docked. Most if not all looked to be in great shape, the demand for a repair man was low right now so Kohl would guess he would have to wait a couple days before he could get a job in from someone. Kohl looked into his coat pocket, having just enough money to get by those two days if he used the money wisely.
Kohl had been looking around the docks a little more when he was the man. The man was a tall, lanky man with a coat that was buttoned all the way up to his chin. At first Kohl gave him a glance and looked away, but Kohl couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Kohl looked around more, and had eye contact with the man but this time the man beckoned Kohl over with his hand. Kohl slowly walked over to the man, wondering what he could want. When Kohl reached the mysterious man, he talked in a low serious tone. "I've seen you walk these docks back and forth many times.. A traveler looking for some work perhaps?" The man gave Kohl a little squint, looking him up and down waiting for a answer. Kohl stood there for a moment before silently answering. "Ye-Yeah you could say that." Kohl looked down at the ground for a bit, attempting to avoid eye contact with the man. The mysterious man replied in the same tone he had before, "Well, I heard of a man looking for someone with experience in the working field. I don't know what you would do, but he told me to get the word out to anyone willing to work."
Kohl's eyes lit up at the sound of a job, "I... I will do anything for a job right now. I'm kin- kinda broke right now." Kohl forced out, grabbing the strap of his bag and squeezing it. The man looked down at Kohl again before telling him the location of the man. "You will find him in the back alley of the local bar, find the bar and find the alley then you will find him." Kohl nodded his head at the directions, and thanked the man for the tip. Kohl started to walk away from the docks, trying to figure out the job he may receive the man. | Name: Kohl Ortega
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Crew Position: Shipwright
Race: Human
Appearance:
Kohl stands at 6 feet tall, with a lean build to compliment his height. He has crimson red hair that is a distinct feature of his, along with the eye patch located over his right eye and the bandanna that is always wrapped around his forehead. His exposed eye is a light blue and his skin is a light tan. Kohl wears a black overcoat with red trimmings that are the same color as his hair. His pants are a dark grey to go along with his undershirt and his boots are the same black as his overcoat.
Personality: Kohl is a very shy and timid person. Generally too scared to approach others for conversation. Kohl has lived his life on the outside of all the crowds looking in. Wanting to be within the groups of people that passed by but too shy to even approach them. Kohl has lived a lonely life, only talking to people when he really needed too. Although Kohl is a very timid individual, he is very persistent. Never giving up on his dream of having a place he can call home with friends and family alongside him.
Kohl being the shy individual he is never really learned how to communicate with the people around him. Getting highly nervous around people, he normally stutters and mashes his words together. Stuttering and messing up his words doesn't help that he talks with a quiet tone most of the time and is rarely heard. Kohl hates being the center of attention, and the quirks he has when it comes to talking to people only embarrasses him to the point where he gets more attention from the people than he normally wanted, which only adds to his social anxiety.
Backstory: Kohl had always been traveling with his father since he could remember. Town to town, Kohl and his father would repair ships in exchange for rides to the next town. Kohl and his father would go to sleep hungry and thirsty everyday. Barely making enough money to get food and water, they would ration them out everyday. One day while they were on board a pirate ship, Kohl could not sleep. He was too hungry to even close his eyes so he thought a little walk around the ship would get his mind off his stomach. Kohl was walking around when he stumbled upon it. A large chest in the center of a empty room. Kohl could only imagine what was in there, and the first thing that came to mind was gold. Kohl contemplated at first, knowing what his father would say if he got caught stealing, but he also knew his father and him worked hard for near to nothing; it just didn't seem fair to him. Kohl opened the chest in hopes of finding gold, but instead found a large fruit. Kohl started drooling at the mouth, his hunger overtaking his morals and he instantly started eating the fruit. The fruit was horrible, but he downed it anyways. With a semi full stomach now, Kohl went back to his sleeping spot and went to bed.
Kohl started to feel weird things a couple of days after he ate the fruit. Kohl would be doing simple repairs on a ship, and touch a simple piece of wood and it looked like his hand would turn like a solid piece of wood. Kohl would freak out, but when he looked down at his hand again it was normal. Kohl went on like this for a while, touch a rock and his hand would take on a rocky type of feature. Kohl started to analyze the situation and decided he made a terrible choice in eating that fruit. He knew what was going on, because of the pirate gossip going around about devil fruits that grant magical powers to whoever eats them. Kohl's hunger had taken over his mind at that point, and he didn't even think of the consequences when he ate the fruit. Kohl started to figure out his ability. He was able to touch the texture of something and transmit it around his body. He could touch a rock and his entire skin would turn into solid rock, and all he had to do to get it back to normal skin was to focus on how his skin used to feel before he changed it.
Kohl was only 15 when his father passed away, his father was sound asleep one night and never woke up in the morning. Kohl had no idea what to do, his father always took care of him. His father would be the one always finding work. Kohl was lonely, tired, hungry, thirsty, and broke in the middle of a town he didn't even know the name of. Kohl contemplated and mourned his father for a couple days, before doing what he does best. Which is look for work, and travel from town to town, barely getting by. It was what Kohl only knew at that point in his life.
Kohl is now 19 and on his way to Pol Topelia in a one way boat trip. Kohl has told himself since he was 15, that he will try and find a new family. Kohl tells himself at every stop that this will be the stop that he finds friends and family, but he never does. He doesn't even believe in that anymore in the back of his mind, but he keeps telling himself that in order to be motivated to last another day.
Long Term Ambition: Find friends and family, a place to call home.
Medium Term Ambition: Find work in Pol Topelia that can give him enough money to last till his next destination.
Devil Fruit: Terra Terra Fruit - Paramecia -
Whenever Kohl touches an object such as a rock he can turn the texture of the rock into his skin. Giving himself a hard, nearly unbreakable rock fist. He can do this throughout his entire body as to make a sort of hard shield that could withstand a far greater blast than his normal flesh skin and bones could. Kohl takes on the properties of the said material he chooses, such as a diamond which is hard to be cut, but can easily be smashed.
Also Kohl can also pick up a item while in the form of a material and turn that item into a material, although be it reasonable. He couldn't turn a entire ship into rock or anything like that. Maybe he wanted to make a piece of wood into a large metal beam as to inflict more damage to the target. The use of this ability will only last a couple minutes after the item has been dropped from Kohl's hand, and it will return to its normal form.
Fighting Style: Kohl is quite strong in his normal human form, normally taking and giving a beating a fair amount. Kohl greatly increases his versatility by using the materials around him to his advantage and giving him a upper hand in not only defensive but offensive capabilities.
Notable Equipment: A two string bag of assorted tools, a small rock he keeps in the bag in case he needs a material to turn into.
Skills: Skilled repair man |
46,034 | 1,247 | 4 | 1,774 | 401 | Revolutionary Army Vessel
"Oh, Vice, you're...what?" Alzac blinked at her suggestion, eyes shrinking as he stared for a few moments. Brow furrowing under the lip of his cap, he shook his head before replying, "I'll ask about that later."
He began to open his mouth to speak again, but there were footsteps from behind Vice. Stepping forward was a man a good foot or so taller than Alzac, his pale blue hair and stubble scraggly, his white, sleeveless shirt and dull green shorts bridged by a red sash, a pistol held within. Fukubei asked, "Yo, what's happening?"
Taking a breath, Alzac began, "Morning to you two too. Anyway, let's get to the point: yesterday was a mess. I already sent a report to the top brass over in the East, so I should get word back later today. They might send reinforcements, but in the worst case we'll be pulling out of Topelia for now. With that in mind, we need to recover as fast as possible either way."
Pointing a finger at Fukubei, he said, "I found out the other day that there's a warehouse near here that has some extra supplies. As in, criminals hiding their crap with the help of some bribed officials." With a grin, he added, "Well, we can't stand for such blatant corruption, can we? Livian's sent someone to mark the crates we're taking, so round up anyone fit to do some lifting and get on that. Not all of it is useful to us, but we should be getting some stolen medications and substances that can be converted into something we can use. It should help us get back on our feet. It's not the most moral thing, but we're in no position to just return it..."
Fukubei nodded, rolling his shoulder as he said, "Alright, sounds like a plan."
Turning to Vice, Alzac began, "As for you, as much as I'd like to have you there in case there's trouble, I need your help with something else. Jolyne and Jakellian have been working their hearts out, but we're still critically understaffed as far as doctors go. And of course, between that newspaper article and the public's opinion on us, it's not going to be easy to just hire one. Still, could you give it a look? It's kind of a longshot, but you're really honest..." Edges of his mouth twitching, he repeated, "Really honest. Tricking a doctor into helping us won't do us any good Just be careful about what you tell people..." Suddenly having a couple doubts, Alzac reconsidered, but as it was out there, he felt it would be cheap to turn back now.
Clearing his throat, he finished, "Also, Vice, if Fukubei runs in to trouble, you'll be around as backup. You two have got your Baby Den Den Mushis, right? If anything's up, let each other know before giving me some word."
Adjusting the lip of his cap, he concluded, "Well, that should cover it. Good luck." With that, he allowed the two to leave, before glancing over the edge of the boat, anxiety rising as he considered the call he was going to get later...
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Central District
Alexander entered the office, the waiting room clean and homey, but the benches and chairs rather empty. Behind the desk, a light haired woman in a white lab coat looked up, sitting up straighter before beginning, "Oh, greetings! This is where Doctor Simmons practices, however, he is not in at the moment." Shaking her head, she explained, "Er, well, he hasn't been in for a few months now." Gasping, she added, "I mean, he's fine! He's not hurt or in danger. He's just in Lillicoa." Hair starting to get frazzled, she stammered, "A-ah, y-you look new here, so you probably don't know where it is, but you can find a map at...city hall?"
After a moment of awkward silence, the woman, admitted, "S-sorry, we haven't gotten a lot of people here since Dr. Simmons left... I can send a letter to him if you'd like though. Unless you need medical attention, then we have someone here! Who...oh, wait, it's me!" At that, the woman tightly pursed her lips, as if trying to keep more words from escaping.
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Front edge of the Back District
Once Kohl found his way, arriving at the designated alleyway in due time. It was on the dingier side, but otherwise quiet, with no supposed 'employer' in sight. However, from back door of the bar came a noise, before it opened up, someone coming through, the large man squeezing through the opening with a bit of difficulty. Standing tall, he closed the door before looking over Kohl, scratching at his red beard. Cracking his neck, he began, "Alright, alright...ya looking for some work?"
"Ain't gonna be a walk in the park, you know. Yer gonna go with..." Stopping, he glanced around, before grumbling, "Huh!? Where the hell...what was his name. Cheese? Cheese! OI CHEESE! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO!?"
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Back District
With no idea how long she'd been walking Claribel readily assumed she hadn't bumped in to anyone yet. But her walking had backfired, as now she had no idea where she was.
Finally, something caught her eye. Approaching, she saw a young boy, his eyes sternly locked on her. Not backing down, Claribel walked over, eyes locked. The green haired lad flinched as she reached him, stooping down so that they were at eye level. Raising her fist, Claribel held true to her promise, shooting it out. She bopped him in the forehead lightly, proclaiming, "Boop."
The child continued to stare. Claribel frowned, "That usually gets a laugh. What's up?" On a closer look, while his hair was a bit unkempt and his clothes slightly ratty, he wasn't filthy like some sort of street urchin.
Finally, the child spoke, wondering aloud, "Why...why are you walking in circles?"
Bowing her head, Claribel let out a short groan, before admitting, "Oh, I just...forgot where I was going, maybe?" The child was silent, which Claribel took to mean he wasn't interested. Raising her hands, she grabbed his face, squashing his cheeks as she wondered, "But what're you doing in this scummy looking place? There could be criminals doing shady stuff, like, right over there, you know?"
Getting a little frustrated, the child managed to mutter, "Then what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I'm a pirate! Yup, even a cute girl like me can be a scummy pirate!"
The boy's face tightened before he wrested Claribel's hands away from his face, before crying, "But they aren't scummy! In my house! They...they're in my house and acting like they own the place." Looking aside, he admitted, "Not that we do own it, but..."
"Oh, that's parents for you."
"No! They're a bunch of guys who keep stomping around and bragging to each other!"
Thinking back to the sailors she grew up alongside, Claribel laughed, "Still sounds like home to me." Standing straight, she stretched before saying, "Tell someone in a uniform about it, like a cop or a Marine."
"They're soldiers! No one can do anything about it...."
Claribel stopped blinking for a moment. Putting a finger to her lip, she had to think. Soldiers shacking up in the house of a quasi-street urchin in the worst part of town...
Claribel grinned, giggling, "Now that is in-ter-es-ting~" | Name: Claribel Donner
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Crew Position: Captain
Race: Human
Appearance: Claribel isn't particularly tall at all, not even hitting average height. At the very least, her figure is good, though she's been known to curse her 'stupid boobs' when they get in the way. Her skin is a bit sun tanned, and she has wide purple eyes. Her hair is pink and long, covering her ears and going past her shoulders. Her preferred outfit is a pair of boots with shorts, a short sleeved shirt, and a light coat. She typically has her weapon, an iron rod more than a meter long, across her back for use.
Personality: Claribel is about as carefree as they come. When it comes to people, she is generally pretty dismissive of most, often right to their faces. Her rudeness doesn't stop there, as her honesty often comes to mouth before anything resembling restraint. She is also stubborn and single-minded: when she sets herself to something she's probably not stopping until it's done. She can be quite clever when she has the care for it: combat, for instance. She also tends to take some things for granted, as her upbringing wasn't exactly the most normal.
One thing she cannot stand is the mundane, thought not because she dislikes it, but because it doesn't stick in her brain at all. She seeks interesting people and situations, sometimes to the point of recklessness. One might even say that's what she lives for. She certainly has a bit of rebellious, teenage spirit, as she occasionally does things if she thinks something interesting will come out of it.
Backstory: Claribel has been familiar with the modern sea of pirates for a long time. It was only a month after the execution of Roger when she was born aboard the passenger vessel her parents managed. It had been a lucrative business, but with the onset of the Age of Pirates, Flors Donner found his business failing as the common folk were too afraid to move far past their homes any more. As he struggled, the answer came to his from the mouth of his wife, Isabel, who said something he'd never have considered with the safety of his wife and daughter to consider.
Flors Donner became a pirate. But with a wife and child he could not afford to take a bounty, so while he flew the black flag symbolizing freedom, he never pillaged or killed. No, he targeted those who stole his business, aiming at pirates. Not at first, of course: while he was one of the strongest men he'd known, and Isabel was getting better with a rifle for those worst case scenarios, not pirate could work alone. Flors went from razed town to razed town, sifting through the ashes to find those who'd the Marines failed, and relighting their fire. And so the Inferno Pirates sailed to the day where the sight of their flag would strike fear in the hearts of pirates and hope in the heart of the common man.
As for the baby on board, Claribel's childhood was spent among the sailors, learning their names and their stories, picking up some useful seafaring knowledge and skills to boot. After a while, that was: not because she was young when she was taught. When it came to combat she learned much quicker. But while the crew initially believe it to be a matter of interest, or talent, the truth would be learned later. Isabel had become stricken with grief upon learning of the death of her parents, news of which was relayed to Claribel. And yet, some hours later, Claribel was upset, not sure of why her mother was sad. After being told once more, she was satisfied, until the next morning, when Claribel was once more confused about her mother's mood. She known that her mother was sad, but she couldn't remember why.
After she'd forgotten the death of her grandparents yet again, Flors was getting concerned, and began to seek out some medical advice. Claribel had always been a bit absent minded, but this was a bit much. After some study, there was a hypothesis that seemed to fit what Flors knew of his daughter.
Claribel had a memory disorder. She could only remember things that were interesting to her the first time. Otherwise, she would need to be told repeatedly. Even then, however, she still risked forgetting again after a while.
Claribel certainly didn't forget that. She even got a bit worried: what kind of things had she forgotten? If something became boring to her, would she forget about it one day? She couldn't just decide what was genuinely interesting to her or not either. After some thinking, she finally concluded that if she was going to have problems remembering things, then she should just get as many interesting memories as she could.
Through her teenage years, Claribel would finally start helping a bit more out on the ship, mostly aiding in the sailing until age fifteen, where her father allowed her to start fighting alongside the rest of the crew, where she showed that she did have a good deal of strength. But once the novelty of that wore off, she was starting to get bored: she'd been on the boat for her entire life, after all. She had to come up with something.
Then, almost two years later, opportunity knocked. After a battle with pirates, the crew looted a Devil Fruit, and Flors sent the quartermaster to work on getting a buyer. Claribel wasn't having any of that though. In the dead of night, she went to where the Fruit was kept and ate as much as she could stomach (less than half) before leaving the rest and leaving the boat in the middle of the night, only leaving a note explaining that she'd left. Chances are they were going to be pissed, but Claribel was happy. Not that she was now free: she always had been. But now all the adventures and stories she'd had with them were good memories, and would probably never become boring, so she'd never forget them.
But now alone, she wanted to start her own crew, one with a bit more ambition. She needed a boat and a crew, but was at a loss as to where to start. In her wanderings, she found herself on Pol Topelia, deciding that this large island was where she was going to make her start. But she wasn't going to accept just any old mook on her crew: nope! What kind of Captain would she be if she forgot who worked for her?
Long Term Ambition: To see if raging across the sea on the way to becoming Pirate King is as fun as it sounds.
Medium Term Ambition: To form her pirate crew on Pol Topelia. (Note, this is not meant to be a good example for a Medium Ambition of your own. Ideally, yours should be more involved with Pol Topelia)
Devil Fruit: Echo Echo Fruit, Paramecia type. Upon eating it, Claribel has become an Echo human. This manifests itself into two main abilities.
The first is her improved perception: she has an easier time hearing the echos and reverberations left by other things, and has better hearing for it. However, it's dependent on conditions: it a crowded street, there's so much noise it's hard to focus on any particular noise, but in silent room, she can probably hear the fast heartbeat of a hiding person. Aside from mere perception, she can't do much with it. Being able to tell if someone is lying or not based on their heartbeat would be to difficult even in ideal conditions for instance. Focus is also important: in the heat of battle, differentiating sounds is certainly trickier.
Her other ability is to create echoes where there otherwise wouldn't have been any. The only requirement is that she must be near the origin of the noise. Then, with her hands, she can manipulate the air to recreate the sound, one of her hands emitting pulses of faint white light as she does so. It doesn't need to be identical, however, as she can also manipulate where it goes, though some applications of her ability are unbeknownst to her, she can make a sound pass back and forth over a person, making them hear one thing several times, or she can redirect the whole wave at once onto a single point, creating a much louder resonance in a small area, attacking the eardrums. However, every time she makes a sound repeat, it steadily decreases in volume, like any echo. Deaf opponents or any with ear protection are more resistant to her abilities, as they can't hear her misdirections.
Fighting Style: Claribel is quite strong in her own right, able to wield her rod weapon with a good amount of speed and strength. However, she often uses it in tandem with her Devil Fruit, disorienting the opponent by repeating or otherwise changing the sound of her attacks, or creating bursts of sound and focusing them onto a single point (usually an opponent's head).
Notable Equipment: A smooth iron rod, a bit more than a half a meter in length.
Skills: Having lived on a boat her whole life, Claribel is well versed in sailing. |
46,035 | 1,247 | 5 | 514 | 466 | Alexander had looked at the woman standing in front of him in silence as said woman shifted uncomfortably. The situation had changed, Dr. Simmons was no where in sight and now, he had spent a good three week boat ride for nothing. Alex sighed in frustration at the situation he was in, “No I don’t need any professional help, however I did need to speak with Dr. Simmons. If he is not here then I will be taking my leave. I'm sorry to bother you.” He said with a bow as he turned to leave the homely office but noticed a newspaper on the coffee table. He quickly picked it up before leaving the office, disappointed that the doctor was not ‘in the house’, so to speak.
As he walked the empty streets of Ostropa, he read the front article of the newspaper, 'Revolutionaries Attack Boat Carrying Medical Supplies for Epidemic! Dozens Endangered!' it read. Alex raised an eyebrow at this, ‘Terrorists attack ships with medicine, not revolutionaries. Revolutionaries fight FOR the people, it doesn't make sense to do something like this. This has to be propaganda, someone just wants to rile up the public in order to sell more papers or a really unorganized rebellion group.’ Alex thought in disgust as all three scenarios, he then threw the newspaper into a nearby trash can, feeling a bit angry. Alex started walking aimlessly as he lifted his medical bag over his shoulder, the red cross and the equally large word ‘doctor’ becoming more visible and to eye level as to advertise the fact that he was a doctor and looking for work. "Lets try to find some work." He mumbled to himself. | Name:
Alexander Storm, Dr. Storm
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Crew Position:
Doctor
Race:
Human
Appearance:
A young man with jet black hair and equally black eyes. Alex usually wears a black suit with the collar popped up along with a white dress shirt with black gloves when not fighting and taking off the jacket and gloves while rolling up his sleeves when fighting. He exchanges the suit for a white doctor's coat when he gives people checkups.
Personality: He is socially awkward in a way, not knowing how to interact with people he just met in normal conversation which usually leads to him just staying silent. His quietness sometimes gives off an impression of arrogance and superiority, which gets him into trouble and often fights. He finds this trait of himself troublesome and is trying to fix it the best he can.
Alexander is a caring person who is always silently looking after others, helping anyone from complete strangers he sees on the streets to sometimes the enemy. He's very passionate about being a doctor, going so far as to travel the pirate infested seas in order to learn more and more about new medicines and healing techniques, and takes great pride in his work. He sees being a doctor as more of an honor then a profession, saying that the art of curing and healing other people is very righteous. Because of this mentality, he thinks very highly of other doctors.
Backstory: Alexander was born in Coastellia, a port town on the red line. He lived with his mother, Martha Storm who was a merchant and his father, Benjamin Storm, who was a pirate that went by the name of 'Boomerang Ben'. He began teaching Alex the basics to using a boomerang since Alex could walk and Alex quickly grew a liking to it. His father however left Alex and his mother abruptly when Alex was 5, heading towards the Grand Line with his crew in hopes of finding Gol D. Rogers rumored treasure. Alex was devastated by this, and decided to become stronger in the art of boomerang combat in hopes that he can one day leave home to find his father.
When he was only 7 years old, his mother died from a rare disease called Psychosairosis where the victim will first go insane before losing all sense of reality, the person's limbs slowly shut off one after another before the person’s heart stops abruptly. The sight of his mother's suffering to this ailment inspired Alex to become a doctor, hoping to find a cure to the horribly merciless disease and giving him a second reason to leave home.
After his mothers death he lived with his uncle, a fisherman who cared for Alex as if he were his own son. Alex spent his days training with his boomerang, or studying intensely since the passing of his mother. He would read any and all books about medicine he could get his hands on and skipped many grades, officially became a doctor at the young age of 14. The day after he graduated he immediately left his home, saying good bye to his uncle to travel the world in hopes of expanding his knowledge in medicine and one day find his father.
During his travels, Alex had realized that the sea was not kind to those who couldn't defend themselves. Alex's talent in using a boomerang as well as a multitude of gadgets and tools he created on his journey helped him survive on the open sea's. Early on, Alex noticed that he was somewhat defenseless in close quarters combat, and in response created his primary weapon being his trust Kukri/Boomerang hybrid, Scalpel.
He got by by working as a travelling doctor, going from port town to port town helping the sick. He stayed at each town for around a week before getting enough money to leave for the next town, gathering information about rumors rare medicines or anything about his father. After 6 years all that he's learned about his father is that he was part pirate crew that left for the grand line a year after leaving his mother but never returned.
Long Term Ambition: Alexander's reason for leaving home is tied to both of his parents. The first reason is to become one of the worlds greatest doctors, inspired from his mothers death, and the second is to find his father in order to ask him why he abandoned Alex's mother.
Medium Term Ambition: Alexander came to Pol Topelia because he had heard a rumor of a doctor that had found a cure for the illness his mother suffered from.
Fighting Style: Alex fights using many different long range weapons, from grenades to boomerangs. In close combat, he uses Scalpel as a dagger to defend himself before using one of his bombs to increase the distance between himself and his target.
Notable Equipment: Under his jacket, he wears a vest with pouches that are all filled with medical supplies as well as a multitude of tools and gadgets which currently include multiple collapsible boomerangs, grenades, smoke bombs, flash bombs, high frequency grenades and a knife.
On his back he carries his first and favorite weapon Scalpel, a boomerang shaped kukri made of a carbon alloy metal, making it light yet still somewhat sturdy. The blade part of the weapon is on the inside of the V shape and the center is empty, making a sort of handle on the weapon. Because of its shape, it works the same as any other boomerang except that that the blades as sharp as surgical tools, hence the name.
Skills: He is a prodigy doctor, knowing every bone and muscle in both the human and merman body and having the knowledge to treat almost any wound. Because he reads all the time, Alex has a random amount of knowledge on various thing ranging anything between the history of Gol D. Roger to the different types of birds. |
46,036 | 1,247 | 6 | 1,015 | 2,832 | Inside of the bar, Chester stood leaning over the counter, flirting with the bar maiden while he was holding a bottle of grog in his hand. The woman and him were talking for a while, untill Chester realized something, glancing at the clock. He was supposed to meet Venture: a henchman of Don Calliote, who had a job for him. With a slight sigh he bid the wench farewell, till they would see each other again, as he headed out of the bar and towards the alley.
Arriving as he heard the shouting of dairy products he let out a yawn. "Sup." He let out.
Venture turned to Chester, gritting his teeth before muttering, "Oh, you were in there, huh? Slipped by me you..." Stepping away, he snorted, before turning back to both Chester and the other, beginning, "So: here's what's what. Further back in the Back District, there's gonna be a meet. First, you have to find Mott." Turning the the younger one, Venture continued, "You already met 'em. Thin dude, long coat." Chuckling, he continued, "But that's not the meet: yer gonna be going with him to meet some other guys. Mostly you'll just need to look tough. Easier said then done, but if you do well, yer money problems are going to go, you hear me?"
Jabbing a finger at Chester, he added, "And if you try to slip it's gonna hurt, got it?"
Chester listened to the man's rambling, swigging from his drink while he was at it, the guy was going on forever. The gist of it all, as far as he understood it was to find some schmuk and then play muscle. Venture decided to make a point, Chester looked at his finger for a second, before letting out a burp. "And besides, like you could hit me." As if he was closing an argument. Turning to the other guy, he smirked. "Off we go then. Ladies first." | Name:
Chester B. Arnold
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Crew Position:
Infiltrator
Race:
Hooman.
Appearance:
5'11 tall, roughly 200 pounds. Chester sports a muscular but fit build making him have a rather slender look. His hair is a shining blond and his eyes are piercingly golden, his has a bronze hue from all of the hours in the sun. He's what many would call 'pretty' and 'handsome' which he uses to his full advantage whenever he can.
Dressing nicely is one of his fortes, and will forgo food or water for clothes and rum if coin is tight.
Personality:
The most notable part about Chesters personality is the look in his eye, the way he walks and how his breath smells. His entire being reeks of alcohol, sometimes he can barely walk straight or keep his eyes fully open. Slurring is also common practice and getting into trouble is even more common. While he is always absolutely wasted, he is still both intellectual and witty, but sometimes these traits are diminished by the grog in his veins.
He's a trickster who likes messing with people and going against what he's told. What he has in charm he lacks in discipline which was the reason he was kicked out of the Navy's Marine Corps when he was a private. A Casanova he's chasing skirts and bellis to buy himself another drink, and they're not mutually exclusive.
While he does seem to be a fun guy who only enjoys drinking and women, he can be quite crude and has been known to be quite the interregator with his knife and devil fruit power.
Backstory:
Suckmydick. (AKA WIP.)
Long Term Ambition:
Find One Piece and drink from it, as he is convinced that One Piece is the greatest grog in the world.
Medium Term Ambition:
Repay his debts to the mobster Don Calliote.
Devil Fruit:
Chester has eaten the Phase Phase fruit and is now a intangible human.
With the fruit's powers he is able to make himself, objects and potentially even other people that are in contact with him go through solid objects such as metals, wood and earth. However, while phasing he's not unable to move, allowing him to clear quite a lot of distance by going through objects. His powers allows him to only phase through foreing objects, which thus prevents him from leaving something inside of a object, like for instance becoming tangable inside of a wall, or putting his hand into someone's skull and breaking their brain, but still being able to phase foreign objects out of himself, such as bullets or poison.
Fighting Style:
He mostly backstabs people, using his fruit to gain the advantage in whatever way he can.
Notable Equipment:
Tanto and a katana.
He also carries a bronze necklace around his neck that has special meaning to him.
Skills:
Flirting; Charm and wit makes him a great flirt, able to earn the favor of most.
Navigation; He's a pretty decent navigator, when he's sober enough to tell north from south.
Marine Tactics; His training as a marine private has given him insight into the Navy's strategies, allowing him to avoid capture. |
46,037 | 1,247 | 7 | 2,388 | 140 | Revolutionary Army Vessel
"As for you, as much as I'd like to have you there in case there's trouble, I need your help with something else. Jolyne and Jakellian have been working their hearts out, but we're still critically understaffed as far as doctors go. And of course, between that newspaper article and the public's opinion on us, it's not going to be easy to just hire one. Still, could you give it a look? It's kind of a longshot, but you're really honest... Really honest. Tricking a doctor into helping us won't do us any good. Just be careful about what you tell people..."
Vice had her orders. Finally! she thought as she simply nodded towards Alzac and winked at Fukubei. Moments later, she was on her way, a plan already formed in her head.
Ostropa
She had been watching the two men for quite some time now and she was certain that they would be able to help her.
"Excuse me, would you know where to find a doctor?" she asked as she wore her best smile and tried her best to appear as fragile as she could.
"A doctor? You aren't hurt, are you? Someone like you should be careful...-"
They know! she thought and her hand moved to her blade at once.
"...around these parts, lots of shady guys and with the revolutionaries making their move on Pol Topelia, things could get dangerous."
"Is that a threat, little man?" she whispered with a raspy voice. Once more, she had completely missed the point.
"Huh? How?... What am saying is that we, as soldiers, will fight for your safe-"
"For my head?! Aha, it seems like I fell right into your ambush. But don't you think that you have me now! This revolutionary will definitely return to the base with a doctor! Just you watch!
"A revolutionary! Impossible!"
As both parties drew their weapons, Vice only then noticed a piece of paper on a nearby board, where big red letters had the name 'Doctor Simmons' and an address below them.
She grinned and sheathed her blade.
"It seems like I won't be kicking your asses today. So long, soldiers of the tyrant!"
She ran off and soon was on the street where supposedly Simmons was located.
She entered the building as if she owned it, looking as feminine and cute as she could, she had to get him to follow her without any violence.
Alexander had only walked a good three feet before he saw Vice as a blur run past him. "The hell?!" he yelled as the she ran into the office he was in not to long ago. He ran back to the office to see what the blur was, only to see a orientally dressed women looking around the room desperately. 'Beautiful,' he thought as he got a good look at the women in front of him, but quickly erased the train of thought from his mind as he noticed was the blade at her side, 'This is a dangerous woman.' he thought
"DOCTOR SIMMONS!" she yelled.
"If you're looking for doctor Simmons, he's gone. If you're looking for a doctor, I can help if it's an emergency." Alex explained from behind her as he lifted his bag to show the doctor sign on his bag. "My name is Doctor Storm. I'm a travelling doctor." he said.
For a long moment, Vice stared at the man claiming to be a doctor and she could see that he was very young yet his black eyes had a certain confidence in them.
"You don't even know who I am and what I want. I could be a revolutionary and you wouldn't have a clue. Even a travelling doctor, as you claim to be, should be on his toes in Ostropa."
She took a step closer and clearly put her hand on her katana.
"Thing is, in these parts, no one offers help without wanting something in return. What do you want, Dr. Storm, in exchange for your help?"
Vice was serious this time, there was no room for even the slightest mistake, the lives of many of her comrades rested on her shoulders.
Alex very subtly put his hand closer to his own concealed weapons, ready to defend himeself against the katana wielder if the need be. He thought about her words for a minute before responding, "I'm the kind of guy who will work for three things, Money, Information, and Honesty." he responded with a stern look. "The first two can wait for later but I want you to be honest with me now if you want my help, ARE you a revolutionary?" he asked blatantly, as he was trying not to beat around the bush. "And if you are, tell me the truth of what happened." He began as he held up a newspaper showing the headline 'Revolutionaries Attack Boat Carrying Medical Supplies for Epidemic! Dozens Endangered!' "I know that this is a lie, but I want to know what realy happened."
"Yes, I am a revolutionary." she whispered as she leaned closer.
"But don't even think about using that against me. Now, if you follow me, I'll get you to a man who will explain everything. It's not too far."
Vice didn't know this guy well enough to trust him around her comrades but she didn't have any other options with Dr. Simmons gone. She would take him to Alzac and he would decide what would follow.
Alex watched her eyes very carefully. They were unwavering and determined, passion that only someone who was telling the truth could show. "Patient confidentiality, as long as I'm working for you, you don't have to worry about me telling anybody anything." He said with a smirk.
She started walking towards the exit, stopping only for a brief moment.
"Well, are you coming?" she said once more, wearing her warmest smile.
Alex nodded before beginning to step out the building, "Lead the way, the faster we go the sooner I can get to work." | Name
Vice
Age
20
Gender
Female
Crew Position
Swordsman
Race
Human
Appearance
Vice isn't your ordinary woman. Since the very moment she was born, she stood out for three things ; her ashen hair, her snow white skin and her blue eyes. She grew into a beautiful woman of average height, with short hair, a slender physique and an obvious love of kimonos since they're practically the only thing she ever wears. She could easily play the girlish, fragile princess role if not for the katana always by her side.
Personality
Vice could be described as a social chameleon. She can be charismatic, cheerful, silly and pretty much anything if that gets her closer to her goal. That's her mask though, not her real self.
To be brutally honest, even Vice herself isn't sure of what kind of person she is. There is only a handful of people she trusts and around them she's usually quiet and relaxed with a peaceful smirk on her face. On the other hand, when on a mission or around people she doesn't know or like she is a cold and seething person, always calm but ready -and eager- to strike without mercy at a moment's notice.
Other than that, a trait which she is oblivious to is that she's probably the most literal person to ever exist. For example her revolutionary Commander, Alzac, still tells the story of how she gave him a crude drawing of her sword after he asked her to draw her blade in order to assess her skill, shortly after they met.
Backstory
If you ask her about her past and you're lucky enough to get a serious answer, you'll learn that she was born a slave. Her parents were sold to a nobleman in Sabaody Archipelago and then taken to South Blue where she was born.
Deep into South Blue, Vice lived a somewhat good life -for a slave- with food and clean water and only a few beatings every month. However, she wasn't and still isn't the kind of person to accept fate, destiny or whatever you call it. While both her parents urged her to forget escaping and do her best to pass unnoticed, every day that passed she got stronger as she had convinced another slave, and old man who claimed to have been an infamous pirate worth 25 million beli to train her.
By the time she reached 16 years of age, she was stronger, faster and more agile than she could ever imagine. Yet that was only the beginning. She spent every day of the following year training and forming her escape plan and once she felt ready, she simply vanished without a word to anyone. She had no idea about the hell that would follow.
A few days after the escape, the slaver who owned her announced that he'd kill her parents within two hours unless she returned. And unfortunately, she did. The beating she received left her unconscious for days with only the old pirate looking after her since her parents had been sold. Three days later, she vanished again. The following night, she broke into the nobleman's mansion, stole his family's heirloom katana and roughed him up until he ordered all the slaves freed. She left the island with her new blade and the old man who said he knew where to go next.
The rest of her story she keeps for herself although what is known is that she joined a cell of Revolutionaries and carried out many missions in South Blue until some time three months ago when she joined a dojo in Pol Stictid for no apparent reason.
Long Term Ambition
Destroy the World Government.
Medium Term Ambition
Take down the tyrant, Dario Capper.
Fighting Style
Ittouryu
Notable Equipment
Her katana, Izanami. |
46,038 | 1,247 | 8 | 1,774 | 401 | Central District
As Alex and Vice crossed words, the lady doctor on the other side of the room simply sat at her seat in awkward silence, until the two left. Breathing a sigh of relief, she wondered, "What was that all about?"
Glancing towards the nearby window, she realized, "Oh, that's right: the Supreme Chancellor has his speech soon...but sh-should I close up?"
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Back District
"So it was this way?"
"No, I said left!"
"Thiiiiis left?"
"You're just messing with me!"
"Heeheehee," Claribel giggled.
The young boy at her heels, Claribel made her way through the narrow roads of the Back District, passing the occasional sweat-stink beggar or salty hooligan.
Taking a turn, the boy said, "We're almost there...but..."
Claribel waited for a moment, before asking, "What's that about butts?"
The boy admitted, "It's...quiet. It's normally busier around here."
Claribel said, "It's plenty busy, just not on the road. I hear voices coming from over there."
The boy gawked, "Huh, where? I don't hear anything." As Claribel moved towards a splintery door, slightly askew on its hinges, the boy said, "Hey, that's where I live!" As Claribel's hand moved towards the door, the boy watched anxiously.
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Back District Warehouse
"Ah, shit, shit!"
Breathing heavily, Fukubei sat against a crate in a dim warehouse. His pistol had fallen to the ground amidst a steadily growing mess of blood, dripping from his forearm.
"S-sir!?" cried on of his men, ducking as bullets whizzed by from the soldiers on the catwalks above.
Fukubei growled, "How the hell did they know we were coming!? Or were they here for something else? If someone snitched I'm gonna poke them in the eyes."
"Th-that's it?"
Fukubei blinked, before suggesting, "Uh...punch them?" The man shook his head, before Fukubei cried, "Kill their family!"
"That's too much!"
"Whatever," Fukubei grumbled, much to his ally's displeasure. Reaching into his sash with his good hand, he pulled out a blue baby Den Den Mushi, dialing a number, praying, "Vice you better be nearby or I'm gonna..."
"Die." | Name: Claribel Donner
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Crew Position: Captain
Race: Human
Appearance: Claribel isn't particularly tall at all, not even hitting average height. At the very least, her figure is good, though she's been known to curse her 'stupid boobs' when they get in the way. Her skin is a bit sun tanned, and she has wide purple eyes. Her hair is pink and long, covering her ears and going past her shoulders. Her preferred outfit is a pair of boots with shorts, a short sleeved shirt, and a light coat. She typically has her weapon, an iron rod more than a meter long, across her back for use.
Personality: Claribel is about as carefree as they come. When it comes to people, she is generally pretty dismissive of most, often right to their faces. Her rudeness doesn't stop there, as her honesty often comes to mouth before anything resembling restraint. She is also stubborn and single-minded: when she sets herself to something she's probably not stopping until it's done. She can be quite clever when she has the care for it: combat, for instance. She also tends to take some things for granted, as her upbringing wasn't exactly the most normal.
One thing she cannot stand is the mundane, thought not because she dislikes it, but because it doesn't stick in her brain at all. She seeks interesting people and situations, sometimes to the point of recklessness. One might even say that's what she lives for. She certainly has a bit of rebellious, teenage spirit, as she occasionally does things if she thinks something interesting will come out of it.
Backstory: Claribel has been familiar with the modern sea of pirates for a long time. It was only a month after the execution of Roger when she was born aboard the passenger vessel her parents managed. It had been a lucrative business, but with the onset of the Age of Pirates, Flors Donner found his business failing as the common folk were too afraid to move far past their homes any more. As he struggled, the answer came to his from the mouth of his wife, Isabel, who said something he'd never have considered with the safety of his wife and daughter to consider.
Flors Donner became a pirate. But with a wife and child he could not afford to take a bounty, so while he flew the black flag symbolizing freedom, he never pillaged or killed. No, he targeted those who stole his business, aiming at pirates. Not at first, of course: while he was one of the strongest men he'd known, and Isabel was getting better with a rifle for those worst case scenarios, not pirate could work alone. Flors went from razed town to razed town, sifting through the ashes to find those who'd the Marines failed, and relighting their fire. And so the Inferno Pirates sailed to the day where the sight of their flag would strike fear in the hearts of pirates and hope in the heart of the common man.
As for the baby on board, Claribel's childhood was spent among the sailors, learning their names and their stories, picking up some useful seafaring knowledge and skills to boot. After a while, that was: not because she was young when she was taught. When it came to combat she learned much quicker. But while the crew initially believe it to be a matter of interest, or talent, the truth would be learned later. Isabel had become stricken with grief upon learning of the death of her parents, news of which was relayed to Claribel. And yet, some hours later, Claribel was upset, not sure of why her mother was sad. After being told once more, she was satisfied, until the next morning, when Claribel was once more confused about her mother's mood. She known that her mother was sad, but she couldn't remember why.
After she'd forgotten the death of her grandparents yet again, Flors was getting concerned, and began to seek out some medical advice. Claribel had always been a bit absent minded, but this was a bit much. After some study, there was a hypothesis that seemed to fit what Flors knew of his daughter.
Claribel had a memory disorder. She could only remember things that were interesting to her the first time. Otherwise, she would need to be told repeatedly. Even then, however, she still risked forgetting again after a while.
Claribel certainly didn't forget that. She even got a bit worried: what kind of things had she forgotten? If something became boring to her, would she forget about it one day? She couldn't just decide what was genuinely interesting to her or not either. After some thinking, she finally concluded that if she was going to have problems remembering things, then she should just get as many interesting memories as she could.
Through her teenage years, Claribel would finally start helping a bit more out on the ship, mostly aiding in the sailing until age fifteen, where her father allowed her to start fighting alongside the rest of the crew, where she showed that she did have a good deal of strength. But once the novelty of that wore off, she was starting to get bored: she'd been on the boat for her entire life, after all. She had to come up with something.
Then, almost two years later, opportunity knocked. After a battle with pirates, the crew looted a Devil Fruit, and Flors sent the quartermaster to work on getting a buyer. Claribel wasn't having any of that though. In the dead of night, she went to where the Fruit was kept and ate as much as she could stomach (less than half) before leaving the rest and leaving the boat in the middle of the night, only leaving a note explaining that she'd left. Chances are they were going to be pissed, but Claribel was happy. Not that she was now free: she always had been. But now all the adventures and stories she'd had with them were good memories, and would probably never become boring, so she'd never forget them.
But now alone, she wanted to start her own crew, one with a bit more ambition. She needed a boat and a crew, but was at a loss as to where to start. In her wanderings, she found herself on Pol Topelia, deciding that this large island was where she was going to make her start. But she wasn't going to accept just any old mook on her crew: nope! What kind of Captain would she be if she forgot who worked for her?
Long Term Ambition: To see if raging across the sea on the way to becoming Pirate King is as fun as it sounds.
Medium Term Ambition: To form her pirate crew on Pol Topelia. (Note, this is not meant to be a good example for a Medium Ambition of your own. Ideally, yours should be more involved with Pol Topelia)
Devil Fruit: Echo Echo Fruit, Paramecia type. Upon eating it, Claribel has become an Echo human. This manifests itself into two main abilities.
The first is her improved perception: she has an easier time hearing the echos and reverberations left by other things, and has better hearing for it. However, it's dependent on conditions: it a crowded street, there's so much noise it's hard to focus on any particular noise, but in silent room, she can probably hear the fast heartbeat of a hiding person. Aside from mere perception, she can't do much with it. Being able to tell if someone is lying or not based on their heartbeat would be to difficult even in ideal conditions for instance. Focus is also important: in the heat of battle, differentiating sounds is certainly trickier.
Her other ability is to create echoes where there otherwise wouldn't have been any. The only requirement is that she must be near the origin of the noise. Then, with her hands, she can manipulate the air to recreate the sound, one of her hands emitting pulses of faint white light as she does so. It doesn't need to be identical, however, as she can also manipulate where it goes, though some applications of her ability are unbeknownst to her, she can make a sound pass back and forth over a person, making them hear one thing several times, or she can redirect the whole wave at once onto a single point, creating a much louder resonance in a small area, attacking the eardrums. However, every time she makes a sound repeat, it steadily decreases in volume, like any echo. Deaf opponents or any with ear protection are more resistant to her abilities, as they can't hear her misdirections.
Fighting Style: Claribel is quite strong in her own right, able to wield her rod weapon with a good amount of speed and strength. However, she often uses it in tandem with her Devil Fruit, disorienting the opponent by repeating or otherwise changing the sound of her attacks, or creating bursts of sound and focusing them onto a single point (usually an opponent's head).
Notable Equipment: A smooth iron rod, a bit more than a half a meter in length.
Skills: Having lived on a boat her whole life, Claribel is well versed in sailing. |
46,039 | 1,247 | 9 | 514 | 466 | Vice took long, confident strides on the busy street with the doctor at her side. She had completed her mission without any trouble for once and it felt surprisingly good.
"You aren't just a doctor, are you? When I touched my sword back in Simmons's house, you put your hand on your bag and I doubt it was because you were afraid I'd steal it. You were pretty subtle, I'll give you that, but my eyes aren't so easily tricked you know. she told Alexander, with a soft smile on her face. She felt relaxed for the first time in weeks.
Alex smiled back and nodded a bit, "I would be lying if I said I wasn't able to defend myself. Just a few things I picked up here and there from around the South Blue." He said casually as he looked around the streets at the people and shops.
Only now did she notice how worn out she was from the lack of sleep and the extremes she had put her body throught these last few weeks in this city. She barely remembered the last time she had slept for more than an hour without having to run somewhere, fight someone or simply take care of an injured comrade. As soon as they reached the ship, she'd take a long, hot bath and then sleep until the end of the world if that's what her body wanted and not even Alzac would dare stop her.
The sound of her Den Den Mushi broke her dreams of baths and naps although at the time she only expected Fukubei to inform her of his success.
"You're late, you bas-"
"Hey Vice, I'd really like to see you. Like right now."
She froze in place, her eyes wide. Fukubei was a skilled fighter and now she could feel the tension in his voice. This was no ordinary call.
"Look up."
That's all she wanted to say and she knew that it was all he needed to hear. They didn't need any more words to say what they had in both their minds and hearts, after all the countless battles they've fought together, they've grown to understand each other without words.
Vice hid the Mushi in her pocket and glanced towards Alexander, her face now cold, barely capable of hiding her murderous intent.
"You can come with me and fight against odds no ordinary man would want to face or head towards the port."
Her voice was barely audible as she had already started running towards the warehouse.
Alex smirked before quickly running after her, surprisingly catching up to the very fast women. "Odds no ordinary man would want to face? I am a doctors. It is a job that requires you to beat the odds on a regular basis in order to save lives." He said, "What I am trying to say is that the 'odds' have never deterred me before, and if people are in danger then they definitely won't stop me now."
Alex took a strap out of his doctors bag and tied it to said bag, turning it into a satchel for easier mobility. Alexander took a moment to think about what he was getting himself into. On one hand this girl was probably a criminal, and going with her would mean he would be getting into trouble. However on the other hand Alexander was a doctor, which means that if someone was hurt then its his job to help them out.
"What's the situation?"
"Fukubei, my comrade, is in trouble and thing is, he is skilled enough that he should have no trouble against the guys the ruler of Pol Topelia, Dario Capper, has. So, we're up against both those grunts and someone new, someone strong enough to beat Fukubei." Vice replied, skeptical.
Warehouse
"You've got me, l-let them go you bastard." Fukubei hissed as he laid on the cold floor of that old warehouse. Not a nice place to die... he thought. This time his luck had abandoned him, this guy was at an entirely different level than him.
Hell, even Alzac would have a problem with this guy, no way Vice can beat him and the soldiers.
He pushed his fist against the ground and stood, his fellow soldiers against a nearby wall with guns aiming at them. They had lost this battle and maybe, just maybe, it was their last.
"Come on-"
Fukubei froze in place. A sense of impending doom filled him as he looked around him, no one having noticed that it was as if the whole world was holding its breath for a moment, the calm before the storm.
"Look up." her message had been. He had no clue what she meant with that obviously coded transmission and he had absolutely thought of every possible explanation yet nothing really made sense. And then it dawned on him.
She can't be... She can't be that literal! he thought, shocked, as for the second time this day, he was scared.
But he did follow her command. Fukubei looked up, earning a few confused looks just before all hell broke loose.
-Moments earlier, outside of warehouse-
"So, obviously, am gonna cut the roof in half, jump into the warehouse and kick everyone's ass. Simple."
Alex looked at her as if she had grown a second head, "Cut the roof ... in half? With your sword?" he asked in disbelief. "Like ... horizontally?"
"It's simple, you take a katana, breathe in and then you simply cut. I was planning vertically but yeah, sure, horizontally is fine too." Vice said as she looked at her sword with a loving look in her eyes.
He had heard of crazier things happening when out at sea, hell he's SEEN crazier things, but to cut a roof in half with a katana? "Well whatever, once you make your entrance I'm gonna throw a couple smoke bombs so your people can escape, sound like a plan?" he said as he took out two metallic cylinders.
"Sounds great, you're awfully skilled for just a doctor though, aren't ya? she replied, eyeing those cylinders in Alexander's hands.
Then, Vice of the Revolutionaries stood across the warehouse and raised her beloved blade, Izanami, with the sun's rays reflecting on the cold metal.
"Awfully nice day to die, Doc!" she yelled as she jumped towards the roof, a devilish smile on her face. Nothing surpassed the thrill of a battle against the odds.
"Cleave!.. Izanami!"
Vice's blade separated the roof apart from the building with her blade as if it were like butter, the roof sliding off the building and falling to the floor. Many of the guards in the building yelled and screamed in shock, not knowing what was going on.
Alex chuckled a bit, "Well, no turning back now," He said as he ran forward "Hidden Gadgets:" He yelled as he tackle himself through the door, "Smoke Bomb Times 2!!!" He threw the two cylinders in his hands in a straight line, with them timed to go off right in the center of the crowd of enemies.
As the other rebels took this opportunity to escape, Alex proceeded to run up to the injured rebel Fukubei, "Are you ok? How's your condition?"
"W-who are you?" he asked
"I'm just a doctor." Alex said with a smirk as he looked up,"Well Vice, you're up!!!"
Vice didn't need her eyes to find her opponents, their yelling did the trick for her. In a single moment, she jumped right in the middle of a group of them holding her sword in one hand and its scabbard in the other, she was going for crowd control not a massacre.
"In 12 seconds you will all be down, in pain but alive. Even think about thinking of getting up and I will cut you in so many pieces even ants won't be able to find you."
Some of them cried, some raised their swords yet one thing they all had in common. Fear.
Vice felt respect for these soldiers, standing against the odds the same way she did before despite the fact that they had never trained in their lives as hard as she trained in a day.
The moment the last one touched the ground, Vice had already been sheathing her sword. She might have drawn blood but no one was dead or dying.
"These are not worthy foes."
As the smoke cleared, it showed Vice standing in the center of the floor surrounded by an assortment of unconscious or injured soldiers. "Didn't leave any for me?" Alex said before seeing what seemed to be an injured enemy soldier trying to escape. Alex took out of his bag was seemed to be some weird metal device which unfolded to reveal to be a small boomerang. "I'm sorry but I think you should get some rest." He said as he threw the boomerang, making it hit the soldier right in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. "Doctors orders."
Alex looked back to the middle of the room to see Vice staring down the strong looking man, sword drawn. Alex then walked forward and stood behind Vice. "This guy seems a little tougher then those grunts. Need backup?"
Vice eyed the last man standing of her opponents and he looked way above the grunts they had just taken care of. She unsheathed her blade and stood between him and the escaping revolutionaries.
"Alexander?... This guy is way stronger than the rest. Perhaps stronger than me. I want you to think real hard about whether you want to stay or leave with the rest. Either way, I will cover the retreat." she whispered, dead serious. This guy beat Fukubei. He is no pushover she thought.
"And neither am I, I told you before that odds have never scared me before." Alex said as he reached behind his back and took out a strange looking boomerang. "My name is Alexander Storm, the Aboriginal." he told her as he got into a fighting stance.
"Feeling lucky today, punks?" the enemy said as he charged towards them. | Name:
Alexander Storm, Dr. Storm
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Crew Position:
Doctor
Race:
Human
Appearance:
A young man with jet black hair and equally black eyes. Alex usually wears a black suit with the collar popped up along with a white dress shirt with black gloves when not fighting and taking off the jacket and gloves while rolling up his sleeves when fighting. He exchanges the suit for a white doctor's coat when he gives people checkups.
Personality: He is socially awkward in a way, not knowing how to interact with people he just met in normal conversation which usually leads to him just staying silent. His quietness sometimes gives off an impression of arrogance and superiority, which gets him into trouble and often fights. He finds this trait of himself troublesome and is trying to fix it the best he can.
Alexander is a caring person who is always silently looking after others, helping anyone from complete strangers he sees on the streets to sometimes the enemy. He's very passionate about being a doctor, going so far as to travel the pirate infested seas in order to learn more and more about new medicines and healing techniques, and takes great pride in his work. He sees being a doctor as more of an honor then a profession, saying that the art of curing and healing other people is very righteous. Because of this mentality, he thinks very highly of other doctors.
Backstory: Alexander was born in Coastellia, a port town on the red line. He lived with his mother, Martha Storm who was a merchant and his father, Benjamin Storm, who was a pirate that went by the name of 'Boomerang Ben'. He began teaching Alex the basics to using a boomerang since Alex could walk and Alex quickly grew a liking to it. His father however left Alex and his mother abruptly when Alex was 5, heading towards the Grand Line with his crew in hopes of finding Gol D. Rogers rumored treasure. Alex was devastated by this, and decided to become stronger in the art of boomerang combat in hopes that he can one day leave home to find his father.
When he was only 7 years old, his mother died from a rare disease called Psychosairosis where the victim will first go insane before losing all sense of reality, the person's limbs slowly shut off one after another before the person’s heart stops abruptly. The sight of his mother's suffering to this ailment inspired Alex to become a doctor, hoping to find a cure to the horribly merciless disease and giving him a second reason to leave home.
After his mothers death he lived with his uncle, a fisherman who cared for Alex as if he were his own son. Alex spent his days training with his boomerang, or studying intensely since the passing of his mother. He would read any and all books about medicine he could get his hands on and skipped many grades, officially became a doctor at the young age of 14. The day after he graduated he immediately left his home, saying good bye to his uncle to travel the world in hopes of expanding his knowledge in medicine and one day find his father.
During his travels, Alex had realized that the sea was not kind to those who couldn't defend themselves. Alex's talent in using a boomerang as well as a multitude of gadgets and tools he created on his journey helped him survive on the open sea's. Early on, Alex noticed that he was somewhat defenseless in close quarters combat, and in response created his primary weapon being his trust Kukri/Boomerang hybrid, Scalpel.
He got by by working as a travelling doctor, going from port town to port town helping the sick. He stayed at each town for around a week before getting enough money to leave for the next town, gathering information about rumors rare medicines or anything about his father. After 6 years all that he's learned about his father is that he was part pirate crew that left for the grand line a year after leaving his mother but never returned.
Long Term Ambition: Alexander's reason for leaving home is tied to both of his parents. The first reason is to become one of the worlds greatest doctors, inspired from his mothers death, and the second is to find his father in order to ask him why he abandoned Alex's mother.
Medium Term Ambition: Alexander came to Pol Topelia because he had heard a rumor of a doctor that had found a cure for the illness his mother suffered from.
Fighting Style: Alex fights using many different long range weapons, from grenades to boomerangs. In close combat, he uses Scalpel as a dagger to defend himself before using one of his bombs to increase the distance between himself and his target.
Notable Equipment: Under his jacket, he wears a vest with pouches that are all filled with medical supplies as well as a multitude of tools and gadgets which currently include multiple collapsible boomerangs, grenades, smoke bombs, flash bombs, high frequency grenades and a knife.
On his back he carries his first and favorite weapon Scalpel, a boomerang shaped kukri made of a carbon alloy metal, making it light yet still somewhat sturdy. The blade part of the weapon is on the inside of the V shape and the center is empty, making a sort of handle on the weapon. Because of its shape, it works the same as any other boomerang except that that the blades as sharp as surgical tools, hence the name.
Skills: He is a prodigy doctor, knowing every bone and muscle in both the human and merman body and having the knowledge to treat almost any wound. Because he reads all the time, Alex has a random amount of knowledge on various thing ranging anything between the history of Gol D. Roger to the different types of birds. |
46,040 | 1,247 | 10 | 1,774 | 401 | CRASH
"Ah what the hell!"
As Claribel reached for the door, it burst open, losing a few splinters as it banged into the wall, hanging loose. A charge of brown uniformed men came to a halt, the lead gawking at Claribel and the boy before they poured out, their momentum disrupted.
Before she could get a word out, rifles were in hand, the lead man crying, "Who are you!? Why aren't you in Central for the speech!?" Eyes narrowing, he hissed, "You aren't a traitor or a rebel, are you?"
"H-huh? Speech? I don't care about any speech!"
"Don't just say it like that!" The green haired young boy at her side snarled.
"Seems like it," the lead soldier sighed, before a round of rifles were raised, muzzles jabbing out at Claribel and the boy, who shot her hands up. "It's be wise of you to come quietly."
Feeling the boy grab her leg, Claribel's shocked face became cocksure as she stated, "I'm not really good with 'quiet'." At that, he hand began to faintly glow white, pulsating.
Suddenly, there was another round of cocked rifles, echoing from the side. Jumping, the soldiers swung their rifles, aiming them at empty air. "Wh-what?"
Grabbing the boy by the collar, Claribel peeled out of there, the youngster crying out in shock as he was yanked along, unable to hear Claribel's light giggling.
The lead solider growled as she ran, ordering, "Any still in the Back District are to be considered traitors to the rule of Supreme Chancellor Dario Capper, and are to be arrest on sight! Move out!"
But as they did, a handful of other roads bustled with men, each with those same orders in their ears.
---
As the grunts lay defeated, Fukubei couldn't help but note, that after everything Vice had been doing the past few days...no, longer? Yet here she was, continuing her work. The drive in that girl was something else.
Not about to let himself get left completely in the dust, he looked to his men whom were in the process of escaping, looking back to see how he was doing. Fukubei cried, "The hell are you doing!? We've got a job here! If anyone leaves empty handed, I'm gonna...clip the tips your nails to the skin so they're really sensitive."
Determination rising, the men cried, "Yes sir!" Though some were carting wounded, those still in decent shape were able to grab some of the supplies they'd been sent to retrieve, Fukubei hoisting up one whole crate with his good arm. As he escaped, he wanted to look over his shoulder one more time at Vice and her new accomplice, but if he failed, her efforts would have been in vain. He continued to thunder forwards into the Back District, hoping for the best.
---
However, the Back District was now in chaos, with both soldiers and scummy types alike running every which way. The hapless homeless and wayward innocents were caught up as well, either being bowled over or outright arrested.
In one alley...
A man with reddish brown hair, wearing a white vest with a pair of long thin knives at his hip, chugged a bottle of booze, wiping his lip, before saying, "Hey, Hansky, doesn't spilling blood get the blood flowing?"
Kicking over a fallen soldier, a dirty blonde man with a white coat over a sleeveless shirt and shorts had his hands in his pockets, laughed, "You're a dummy, Dansky, who cares about that! We gotta find 'base'. You know where 'base' is?"
Dansky tossed his bottle aside, letting it shatter and foam as he realized, "Oh, like tag!"
Hansky nodded, "Oh yeah, tag! Keheh. I guess these chumps are 'it'."
"I like this kind of tag better! Whenever I got tagged I always wanted to kill the ass who did it!" Dansky sneered.
Hansky gasped, "Even me!?"
Dansky blinked, before claiming, "Uh, no." As Hansky sighed in relief, Dansky cried, "Let's just get going bro!"
Cackling, the two scoundrels made their way.
---
In another alley...
"What's even going on!?"
Stuck under Claribel's arm as she ran, the boy whined, but Claribel only seemed amused by something or other.
Suddenly, she stopped, turning to run down a side path just as a few soldiers began to come from where she was going. The boy cried, "What's wrong with you!?"
"It's too noisy! There's gotta be somewhere quiet though." Stopping, she glanced over at a warehouse with a broken roof, but there were a few men hoisting crates moving out. Shaking her head, Claribel said, "Nope" and continued to move along.
After crossing a few more paths, the boy stated firmly, "You're weird."
"You love it," Claribel grinned. Bolting down one alleyway, she kept going, moving towards two shamblers.
"Oh, what's this, Dansky?"
"Looks like a girl, Hansky..."
As the two stepped to intercept Claribel's path menacingly, she skidded to a stop. The boy moaned, "Now what?"
"Think she knows where base is?" the white coat wearing Hansky wondered.
Dansky replied, "We could ask nicely!"
"Aw that never works."
"Shush!" Turning to Claribel, Danksy asked, "You know where base is?"
Claribel shrugged. "See, told ya!" Hansky said.
Scratching his chin, Dansky began, "Hey, wait, what if this girl is trying to find base too?"
"Huh, I didn't see no girl back there..."
"Well, if she is, that means she's a rival! And we're supposed to use both our brains and brawns here, so, if we have less competition..."
"It'll be even easier! That's what I'm talkin' about!"
"Ugh, so annoying..."
The boy gulped, "Hey, you aren't gonna fight them, are you!?" Without answering, Claribel placed him down, before shoving him a bit, scooting him along, letting him take some refuge behind a low wall. Reaching to her back, she grabbed her iron rod, holding it to her side, the tip getting close to the ground.
Drawing his long, thin knives, Dansky shuffled forwards, laughing, "What're you gonna do with that stick of yours?"
Gravel shifting at her feet, Claribel moved her footing before thrusting her weapon out. Dansky intercepted, blocking it with each of his knives, but was pushed back a step. As Claribel reset her position, Dansky growled, before moving forwards again. Once more, Claribel shifted her footing, thrusting her weapon out again. Dansky tried to sidestep it, but there was a clang of metal against metal, and once more he was pushed back.
Hanksky laughed, "What're ya doing, idiot?"
Gritting his teeth, Dansky twitched forwards, and Claribel shifted her feet once more, followed by the sound of her rod thrusting forwards through the air. Dansky raised his weapons, and there was a sound of metal against metal.
"What're ya doing, idiot?" Hansky laughed, quieter this time.
Dansky snarled, "I'm...huh?"
Claribel finally shot her weapon forwards, jamming it past Dansky's weapons and into his chest. This time he flew backwards, rolling end over end before landing in a heap, coughing and hacking.
Hanksy blinked, looking between Claribel and his fallen brother before muttering, "Th-that sounded like me..."
"Heeheehee."
Watch the hand behind her black, pulsing faint white light, the boy noted, "It's happening again..."
Growling, Dansky charged again, stating, "She's doing something weird!" Stabbing both his knives out, Claribel stepped back, waving her rod, deflecting each stab. Arms wide, Dansky stabbed from both sides, so Claribel grabbed her rod with both hands, twirling it, each end smacking one of Dansky's wrists, blocking him once more. As he tried to recover, Claribel pulled back her rod, jabbing him in the stomach, making him squeal, hopping back.
Teeth bared, Dansky snarled, "Stop messing with me!" Swapping the grip on his knife, he swung it downwards, aiming to stab her foot. Claribel moved out of the way, but her focus was now towards the ground. A movement from above made her look up, but it was too late: a gray brick smashed into her face, shattering, Claribel being knocked to the ground.
As Dansky stood, grinning, Hansky flexed his fingers, before reaching to the wall of the run down building nearby, ripping off another brick and tossing it into the air, before catching it again. As the young boy looked on in horror, Hansky laughed, "Wanna off the brat too while we're at it?"
Twirling his knife, Dansky shrugged, "Eh, why not?"
The boy shuddered, looking to run away, but there was a shifting sound. He gasped, "Ah! You're alive!"
Claribel stood, her usual carefree expression gone, replaced with a displeased glower, a cut on her forehead leaking blood over part of her face. Calmly, she walked over to Dansky, who gritted his teeth before aiming to stab her.
Claribel's rod struck him across the face. Dansky crashed down into the pavement below, an indent visible on his face. Hansky gawked, before raising his arm, chucking yet another brick at her. With a swing of her arm, Claribel redirected it to the ground.
Stalking forwards menacingly, Claribel began, "I could have done that any time, but I wanted to have a little fun first. To be honest though, you guys are so blatantly evil with your threats to that kid that it's just boring." Hansky raised his arm to throw a brick, which was followed by the sound of one sailing threw the air. Then, there was a clatter as the brick in his hand hit the ground, Hanky looking between it and her in confusion.
"And being boring is even worse." Hansky quickly ripped two more bricks from the wall, raising them to block as Claribel brandished her rod.
Stopping suddenly, Claribel turned as Dansky ran into her. While she'd hopped away a bit, he still collided, the two smashing through the already shattered window to the broken down building, the pair vanishing into the darkness. There was the sound of metal clanging against metal as Hansky watched nervously. Then, the sound of a punch, and a bit of scuffling, before Dansky cried, "Throw! Throw! Throw!"
Using the sound as a guide, Hansky tossed a brick, hearing the thump against flesh. However, for the second one, he hesitated, until Dansky said once more, "Throw! Throw! Throw!"
Grinning, Hansky grabbed another brick as he threw his second one. In a flurry of clay dust, Hansky gradually dismantled the wall, tossing each brick, the echoes of clay against clay and clay against flesh sounding like music to his ears.
Finally, he calmed down, his fingers cut lightly and bleeding, most bricks within arm reach snatched up. As he caught his breath, he heard footsteps head to the nearby door. As Dansky came out, he grinned, "Showed that bitch what wa-"
Dansky collapsed to the ground. As Hansky looked on in horror, he noticed that among his wounds was a good amount of gray dust and bits of brick.
Twirling her rod casually, Claribel stepped out afterwords, giggling, "Overkill much?" Hansky's jaw reached for the ground, while his eyes bulged in horror, a strangled whimper squeaking out of his mouth.
A bit frustrated, the boy demanded, "What are you!?"
Claribel grinned, "Well, since it's over..." Raising her hand, it began to glow again as she explained, "I ate the Echo Echo Fruit, so I'm an Echo Human now. That means I'm made of Echoes! Just kidding~ But I can control sounds now. Like just now when I made it sound like Dansky was telling Hanksy to throw, even though he was hitting Dansky. Oh, but Dansky kept yelling for him to stop, at least at first, but I can also 'move' sound, so I moved his screaming and crying away from the window and wall so Hansky wouldn't hear as long as he was making noise too, like with all the bricks. I can also do both at the same time, like earlier with the soldiers!"
The boy stared, before claiming, "Weirdo."
"You love it." Turning to the speechless Hansky, she declared, "You don't."
As he let out a frightened squeal, Claribel charged. Hansky tried to run, feet getting tangled together, screams of fright escaping his mouth, but Claribel caught up easily, grabbing onto his collar.
A couple dozen strikes of an iron rod later, Hansky was bruised and bleeding on the ground while Claribel and the kid continued on their way.
The boy couldn't help but wonder, "But why didn't the brick hurt you that much? Did you block it with sound?"
"I just have a hard head."
"Is that why you're so dense..." the boy muttered under his breath. Claribel's fist bopped him on the head, prompting him to cry, "Ow, what did I do!?"
"Did I mention my hearing is hella good? Because it is, heeheehee."
As the boy grumbled, Claribel began to jog, leading the way as they tried to find safety. | Name: Claribel Donner
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Crew Position: Captain
Race: Human
Appearance: Claribel isn't particularly tall at all, not even hitting average height. At the very least, her figure is good, though she's been known to curse her 'stupid boobs' when they get in the way. Her skin is a bit sun tanned, and she has wide purple eyes. Her hair is pink and long, covering her ears and going past her shoulders. Her preferred outfit is a pair of boots with shorts, a short sleeved shirt, and a light coat. She typically has her weapon, an iron rod more than a meter long, across her back for use.
Personality: Claribel is about as carefree as they come. When it comes to people, she is generally pretty dismissive of most, often right to their faces. Her rudeness doesn't stop there, as her honesty often comes to mouth before anything resembling restraint. She is also stubborn and single-minded: when she sets herself to something she's probably not stopping until it's done. She can be quite clever when she has the care for it: combat, for instance. She also tends to take some things for granted, as her upbringing wasn't exactly the most normal.
One thing she cannot stand is the mundane, thought not because she dislikes it, but because it doesn't stick in her brain at all. She seeks interesting people and situations, sometimes to the point of recklessness. One might even say that's what she lives for. She certainly has a bit of rebellious, teenage spirit, as she occasionally does things if she thinks something interesting will come out of it.
Backstory: Claribel has been familiar with the modern sea of pirates for a long time. It was only a month after the execution of Roger when she was born aboard the passenger vessel her parents managed. It had been a lucrative business, but with the onset of the Age of Pirates, Flors Donner found his business failing as the common folk were too afraid to move far past their homes any more. As he struggled, the answer came to his from the mouth of his wife, Isabel, who said something he'd never have considered with the safety of his wife and daughter to consider.
Flors Donner became a pirate. But with a wife and child he could not afford to take a bounty, so while he flew the black flag symbolizing freedom, he never pillaged or killed. No, he targeted those who stole his business, aiming at pirates. Not at first, of course: while he was one of the strongest men he'd known, and Isabel was getting better with a rifle for those worst case scenarios, not pirate could work alone. Flors went from razed town to razed town, sifting through the ashes to find those who'd the Marines failed, and relighting their fire. And so the Inferno Pirates sailed to the day where the sight of their flag would strike fear in the hearts of pirates and hope in the heart of the common man.
As for the baby on board, Claribel's childhood was spent among the sailors, learning their names and their stories, picking up some useful seafaring knowledge and skills to boot. After a while, that was: not because she was young when she was taught. When it came to combat she learned much quicker. But while the crew initially believe it to be a matter of interest, or talent, the truth would be learned later. Isabel had become stricken with grief upon learning of the death of her parents, news of which was relayed to Claribel. And yet, some hours later, Claribel was upset, not sure of why her mother was sad. After being told once more, she was satisfied, until the next morning, when Claribel was once more confused about her mother's mood. She known that her mother was sad, but she couldn't remember why.
After she'd forgotten the death of her grandparents yet again, Flors was getting concerned, and began to seek out some medical advice. Claribel had always been a bit absent minded, but this was a bit much. After some study, there was a hypothesis that seemed to fit what Flors knew of his daughter.
Claribel had a memory disorder. She could only remember things that were interesting to her the first time. Otherwise, she would need to be told repeatedly. Even then, however, she still risked forgetting again after a while.
Claribel certainly didn't forget that. She even got a bit worried: what kind of things had she forgotten? If something became boring to her, would she forget about it one day? She couldn't just decide what was genuinely interesting to her or not either. After some thinking, she finally concluded that if she was going to have problems remembering things, then she should just get as many interesting memories as she could.
Through her teenage years, Claribel would finally start helping a bit more out on the ship, mostly aiding in the sailing until age fifteen, where her father allowed her to start fighting alongside the rest of the crew, where she showed that she did have a good deal of strength. But once the novelty of that wore off, she was starting to get bored: she'd been on the boat for her entire life, after all. She had to come up with something.
Then, almost two years later, opportunity knocked. After a battle with pirates, the crew looted a Devil Fruit, and Flors sent the quartermaster to work on getting a buyer. Claribel wasn't having any of that though. In the dead of night, she went to where the Fruit was kept and ate as much as she could stomach (less than half) before leaving the rest and leaving the boat in the middle of the night, only leaving a note explaining that she'd left. Chances are they were going to be pissed, but Claribel was happy. Not that she was now free: she always had been. But now all the adventures and stories she'd had with them were good memories, and would probably never become boring, so she'd never forget them.
But now alone, she wanted to start her own crew, one with a bit more ambition. She needed a boat and a crew, but was at a loss as to where to start. In her wanderings, she found herself on Pol Topelia, deciding that this large island was where she was going to make her start. But she wasn't going to accept just any old mook on her crew: nope! What kind of Captain would she be if she forgot who worked for her?
Long Term Ambition: To see if raging across the sea on the way to becoming Pirate King is as fun as it sounds.
Medium Term Ambition: To form her pirate crew on Pol Topelia. (Note, this is not meant to be a good example for a Medium Ambition of your own. Ideally, yours should be more involved with Pol Topelia)
Devil Fruit: Echo Echo Fruit, Paramecia type. Upon eating it, Claribel has become an Echo human. This manifests itself into two main abilities.
The first is her improved perception: she has an easier time hearing the echos and reverberations left by other things, and has better hearing for it. However, it's dependent on conditions: it a crowded street, there's so much noise it's hard to focus on any particular noise, but in silent room, she can probably hear the fast heartbeat of a hiding person. Aside from mere perception, she can't do much with it. Being able to tell if someone is lying or not based on their heartbeat would be to difficult even in ideal conditions for instance. Focus is also important: in the heat of battle, differentiating sounds is certainly trickier.
Her other ability is to create echoes where there otherwise wouldn't have been any. The only requirement is that she must be near the origin of the noise. Then, with her hands, she can manipulate the air to recreate the sound, one of her hands emitting pulses of faint white light as she does so. It doesn't need to be identical, however, as she can also manipulate where it goes, though some applications of her ability are unbeknownst to her, she can make a sound pass back and forth over a person, making them hear one thing several times, or she can redirect the whole wave at once onto a single point, creating a much louder resonance in a small area, attacking the eardrums. However, every time she makes a sound repeat, it steadily decreases in volume, like any echo. Deaf opponents or any with ear protection are more resistant to her abilities, as they can't hear her misdirections.
Fighting Style: Claribel is quite strong in her own right, able to wield her rod weapon with a good amount of speed and strength. However, she often uses it in tandem with her Devil Fruit, disorienting the opponent by repeating or otherwise changing the sound of her attacks, or creating bursts of sound and focusing them onto a single point (usually an opponent's head).
Notable Equipment: A smooth iron rod, a bit more than a half a meter in length.
Skills: Having lived on a boat her whole life, Claribel is well versed in sailing. |
46,041 | 1,247 | 11 | 1,015 | 2,832 | A Collaberation between Hillan and Pacifista.
Back District, a short while ago
Pair going deeper into the district through its many alleys, things were rather quiet. Kohl in particular seemed to be trying to speak, fidgeting a bit, but saying nothing, before eventually seeming to give up, keeping single eyed gaze forwards.
Chester strolled along with Kohl, in one hand he carried the currently half-full bottle of rum, and the other was positioned on his shoulder, holding onto a strap that his backpack was attached to. Out of the pack one could see the cloth-covered form of his katana being janked down the bag. While obviously intoxicated, Chester's ability to walk seemed to be mostly unaffected, as he could walk straight and notice his surroundings with little problem as the duo strolled down the road.
After a short while, a figure appeared on the lip of a building, before dropping down. Standing tall at almost eight feet in his long, dark coat, Mott looked over the two and nodded, before greeting, "Well, I believe that's almost everyone." Pointing his finger at the path ahead, he said, "A right, then a left, if you would." With a hop, he returned to the rooftop, before slinking out of sight. Kohl watched him go, before letting out an impatient sigh.
"He said forward and then left, right?" Chester asked, taking a swig from his bottle, his question was drenched in alcohol induced sarcasm, as he headed towards the path that the guy in the coat had suggested, Kohl following along wordlessly. Chester was slightly curious to find out where the guy had gone, but that was a thought for another time.
Turns taken, the duo's destination was quite clear, as they lumped up with roughly a dozen men, mulling about a short, wide stretch of road, each of them somewhere on a sliding scale of shady to grimy and everywhere in between. At the head of the pack, Mott stood, nodding, before waving everyone forwards as he began to walk at the lead of the imposing group.
Mott began to speak, words carrying to the others, "So, you've made is this far, but we've yet to really begin. Your task will be quite simple: all you must do is reach 'base'. Be warned though, as it will take brains and brawn to manage."
Two of the others in the group spoke up: "Huh, what's he talkin' about, Dansky?" "Be quiet! We haven't started yet! I guess."
"Base? The heck's a base?" Chester spoke up, turning to Kohl for a moment. "You got any clue what he's on about?" Kohl shook his head, Chester chuckled. "Course you wouldn't. Stay here, I'mma try and find out." He said, walking straight forward, when the burly thugs ahead were blocking the way, Chester scoffed, swigging from his stiff drink as he walked straight through the crowd, making his way to Mott.
Just as Chester reached him, Mott came to a stop, not paying him any mind. From the path ahead came the sounds of footsteps as another group approached. At the front was a bulky man in a white suit, several scars on his person. As he came within a few meters of Mott, he and his band came to a stop. Looking over Mot's group, he sneered, "What, you bring all them to carry the stuff, right? 'Cause I'm not seeing any of that medicine."
We were supposed to bring medicine? Chester thought in response, he leaned backwards and dropped his bang down into his hand, for easy access to his weapon.
An eye on his wristwatch, Mott was quiet for a moment, before he began, "I'm afraid the deal has been called off. We're no longer interested in transaction with your people.
Eye twitching, the leader growled, "What was that!?"
"Our brief partnership has ended."
The was muttering from both sides. From a few men back, Kohl managed to say, "Th-then what are we doing here?" Another asked, "You didn't bring us here to fight, did you?"
Better not have. Chester thought.
As the other group shuffled, as if to prepare, Mott, eyes still on his wrist, chortled, "Oh, heavens no! I've already given you your instruction." With a brief salute, he bid, "Good luck." Striding away, eyes followed as he casually slipped in between two buildings, heading off.
The leader of the other side, blinked, before grumbling, "Shit, now someone's gonna have to die."
He took a step forwards, before there was a thundering of steps and the sound of doors bursting open. From in between the two groups and behind each of them came more than two dozens of men in brown, each brandishing rifles. There was a series of clicks as even more were pointed out of the windows from above.
"Halt!" ordered one of the island's soldiers, "You are all under arrest!"
The doors flung open, the island soldiers all came around, it was a sting. Was a Don really one to work with the law like that? Seemed unlikely. Mott must have done this against the Don's wishes, Chester figured. He had to respect that, after all. But instead of trying to fight, Chester did what he did best, he faded into one of the walls, and decided to head after Mott, he didn't appreciate being setup.
Tramping through the alleyways, Mott grinned, head swerving as he scanned for potential threats. All about the district, soldiers (and perhaps mercenaries, if Mott's intel was correct) were active, fighting anyone they laid eyes on. Turning, Mott hopped over a low fence, he continued to watch his surroundings, checking front, left, right and back, but as he turned his head back forward again, he thought he saw something in the corner of his eye, stopping, he turned full-body to the right, scratching his bald head, before turning around again, where he was met by the almost equally tall form of the young man who he had met before.
The sudden appearance of Chester scared the man senseless, as he let out a surprised high-pitched cry, as he fell backwards on his behind. Panting for a second he tried to catch his breath. Chester looked at him and calmly took a swig from his bottle that was now just about empty. "Sup." Was the only greeting Chester gave.
Mott climbed back onto his feet "Oh, you're the kid! What are you doing here?"
"Well.. I really wanted to ask you where the heck this 'base' place is. But now, I feel like you might've tried to set me and the other guys up." Chester said, taking another mouthful of alcohol, before giving out a sad sigh, turning the bottle upside down, showing there was nothing left.
Mott's face tightened in frustration for a moment, before he explained, "It's a test you nimrod!" The sounds of soldier's footesteps hustling on the other side of some wall went by, and once it faded, Mott hissed, "And don't follow me!"
Mott dashed away before Chester could completely register what he had said, but once he did, he soon caught back up with him, popping out of a wall next to Mott while the two were still running, he tapped the man on the shoulder. " I'm here to repay my debt, not do some stupid test, and besides. Don't proctors watch over the testee's, not running away like a snitch?"
Mott slid to a stop, glaring at Chester before sneering, "I don't care if you live or die! But if you say one more word, it'll be the latter."
Chester stopped in his tracks right behind Mott, the older man clearly annoyed. Yet, with his threat, it only brough up one emotion within Chester. Glee.. "Word." Was his comeback, as he hunched down and unveiled the cloth from the handle of the katana, drawing it in a exact motion towards Mott, slashing towards the taller man with a diagonal angle.
Eyes widening, Mott raised his arm, the blade clashing against it, a sound of metal against metal clanging out. Grimacing, he hopped back, wincing as he shook the struck arm, along with his other, before two rods slipped out. Slapping them together, he brandished a short spear, hissing, "Your debt be damned: you'll be paying it in your blood!" Pointing his spear to Chester he...bolted off once more.
Ready for Mott's attack, Chester was taken by surprise by Mott running off, in fact, so surprised that he didn't follow him this time, despite seeing where was heading. Instead, he sat down and began laughing, it started as a slight chuckle, but quickly errupted into a heartfelt abdominal muscle-training laughing season. "BWAHAHA, Guy's more of a chickenshit than I am!" Chester cried while holding his side laughing, tears forming in his eyes from the laughing.
Stopping a few meters away, Mott stopped, stamping his foot as he snarled, "You were supposed to follow me you..." Vein throbbing in his forehead, he raised his hand, before grabbing the collar of his coat, before running it down, releasing each of the buttons, unveiling an undershirt, black pants, and within the innards of his coat, a number of matching short spears. Reaching for another one, he held them at the ready, when from behind Chester, a troup of soldiers arrived, raising their rifles as they cried, "Stop right there!"
Still laughing and wiping tears out of his eyes, he barely even noticed the two front-war that was about to be launched on him. Well, untill the soldiers shouted. "Hehe.. Chickenshit.." He said, now with a tired grin on his face from all the laughing. "Is there a officer, problem?.. I mean- Screw it." He rambled to the officers, before the sunk into the building below them, down to the floor below the roof, someone's house. It was one heck of a mess. Grabbing a bottle of beer that they had on the counter, he opened it before he quickly dashed to the other side, and jumped up through the roof again, appearing just behind Mott, now with his sword resting on his shoulder, and the beer in his hand. "This is where I would ask what was up, doctor. But, I don't think you practice medicine."
Sweating a bit, Mott looked between Chester and the soldiers, frozen a bit in confusion at what they had witnessed. "You little-"
"Fire!"
As rifles were raised, Mott shot his two spears out, each of them embedding themselves into a solider. As the others shot, Mott rolled to the side, drawing another pair, before chucking one at Chester.
Chester turned the bottle upside down between his lips as the soldiers fired at Mott, whom seemingly rather easily could dodge. Before Chester could finish the bottle, Mott threw a spear at him, Chester dodged to the side, but upsetting for him, his beer wasn't so lucky. With the hobs flavored alcohol spilled on the rooftop, Chester got annoyed.
The spear was impaled in the wall behind Chester, and thus he turned around and grabbed the spear, chucking it back at Mott. With a wave of his other spear, it was knocked aside, clattering on the ground. Mott retrieved it, before charging at Chester, crying, "Run from this!"
Chester froze in place as Mott charged at him, the spear piercing his upper abdomen, and hitting the wall behind him. He made a shocked facial expression, and opened his eyes widely, before shutting them and having his head go limp on his shoulders. A second later, a grin crept up on his face, revealing that the spear had gone through him. Looking up at Mott, he smiled, his eyes sunken in from the booze and still slightly red from the previous laughter induced crying.
".. You really don't get what I can do.. Do you?" Chester asked Mott, as he took a big step forward, walking straight through Mott.
Head over his shoulder, glaring, Mott sputtered, drawing out his spear and stabbing the wall repeatedly, snarling in frustration as he ripped a section of it apart. Standing straight, he turned to face Chester, crying, "I'll stab you a million times if I have to! You can't stay...like...that, forever!"
Gawking, one of the remaining soldiers gestured incredulously, muttering, "Who the hell are these..."
A more senior one demanded, "Aim carefully..." They raised their rifles and waited while Mott continued to seeth at Chester, not making a move.
While Mott was waiting for Chester to do something, the man turned towards the soldiers for one second, "Oh shit. You guys are still here?" Chester asked, quickly turning his attention back to Mott, he had to make a move here, he couldn't stay like this forever, despite what he would like everyone else to believe. Becoming tangible again he drew his sword in a swift motion to lock the blade of the weapon with Mott. Not how he usually fought, but Chester used both hands on the katana to get a steadier hold and to be able to match the older man's grip.
He heard the bullets get fired from behind him, and instantly shifted, allowing the bullets to pass throug him, and hit Mott in the shoulder, sending the man down onto the floor. Chester looked at the soldiers, than at Mott, and then back again. "Dude. I swear, I didn't even dodge that time, they missed!"
Flailing on the ground, Mott roared, voice cracking, "I HATE YOU SO MUCH I'M GOING TO THROW UP!"
"Y-You want a drink to swallow all that anger?"
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mott shrieked, eyes twitching and the vein in his forehead looking like it was about to burst. Mouth open, a glob of blood coughed out, landing on the roof, before his body went limp, eyes rolling up, pupils vanishing.
"I-I think he's knocked out cold." Chester remarked, turning to the soldiers. Yelling, "Hey, guys! I think he's out cold!" He continued "Why did you shoot him? He was clearly having a pretty rough day."
The younger soldier looked at his superior. "Uh.. Sir. What do we do?"
Eyes glazing over, his expression clearly tired, the older one said, voice hollow, "You get off this time."
The third one shrugged, "I don't think the cuffs would work anyway."
"Wait, really, you're not gonna chase me or nothing? Remind me to buy you lot a round at the pub later."
Laughter ceasing, pain erupting in Chester's side, another spatter of blood hit the ground.
Noticing the piece of metal poking out of his lower chest, right under his ribs, he looked down on the oddly pleased face of Mott. "That's not funny." Chester began, groaning. "That's not funny at all."
As Chester stumbled away, Mott let his fingers slip from his spear, clattering to the ground. Pointing a finger, eyes bloodshot, he laughed, "AAAH HAH! Gotchagotyagotagota! AHAHAHAHA! Gribuckedyoulil-EHEHEHEHEHEHE!" As the man gibbered, his breath came short, and his mouth began to foam, his face gleeful as he slipped back, bald head thumping onto the rooftop, laying still.
Chester pulled the spearhead out of his torso with a groan, tossing it on the ground. Looking at the head, he thought about it. "Motty, I don't think you got me more than a fleshwound. A stiff drink and I'll be good as new. It could do you some go-" He stopped himself, while looking at the passed out man. "Then again, maybe you'd prefer to rest a bit."
Digging into his bag, he found a rag to use to pressure the wound to stop the bleeding. "Wait, crap! I forgot to ask him where I was supposed to go."
Walking back over the Mott, he delivered a swift kick to his ribs, prompting the unconcious man to cough up more blood. "Shit, he's completely out." Turning to the guards, he whistled. "You guys don't happen to know anything about a.. Base?"
Staring, the older guard pointed off, blurting, "Er, there's an old base in the Back District, that way."
"Two rounds for you." Chester said, waving the guard off. "Oh yeah, and I think this guy is like super criminal. You might wanna arrest him, maybe." Finishing up with the soldiers he was heading off in the way the soldier had pointed to find the base. | Name:
Chester B. Arnold
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Crew Position:
Infiltrator
Race:
Hooman.
Appearance:
5'11 tall, roughly 200 pounds. Chester sports a muscular but fit build making him have a rather slender look. His hair is a shining blond and his eyes are piercingly golden, his has a bronze hue from all of the hours in the sun. He's what many would call 'pretty' and 'handsome' which he uses to his full advantage whenever he can.
Dressing nicely is one of his fortes, and will forgo food or water for clothes and rum if coin is tight.
Personality:
The most notable part about Chesters personality is the look in his eye, the way he walks and how his breath smells. His entire being reeks of alcohol, sometimes he can barely walk straight or keep his eyes fully open. Slurring is also common practice and getting into trouble is even more common. While he is always absolutely wasted, he is still both intellectual and witty, but sometimes these traits are diminished by the grog in his veins.
He's a trickster who likes messing with people and going against what he's told. What he has in charm he lacks in discipline which was the reason he was kicked out of the Navy's Marine Corps when he was a private. A Casanova he's chasing skirts and bellis to buy himself another drink, and they're not mutually exclusive.
While he does seem to be a fun guy who only enjoys drinking and women, he can be quite crude and has been known to be quite the interregator with his knife and devil fruit power.
Backstory:
Suckmydick. (AKA WIP.)
Long Term Ambition:
Find One Piece and drink from it, as he is convinced that One Piece is the greatest grog in the world.
Medium Term Ambition:
Repay his debts to the mobster Don Calliote.
Devil Fruit:
Chester has eaten the Phase Phase fruit and is now a intangible human.
With the fruit's powers he is able to make himself, objects and potentially even other people that are in contact with him go through solid objects such as metals, wood and earth. However, while phasing he's not unable to move, allowing him to clear quite a lot of distance by going through objects. His powers allows him to only phase through foreing objects, which thus prevents him from leaving something inside of a object, like for instance becoming tangable inside of a wall, or putting his hand into someone's skull and breaking their brain, but still being able to phase foreign objects out of himself, such as bullets or poison.
Fighting Style:
He mostly backstabs people, using his fruit to gain the advantage in whatever way he can.
Notable Equipment:
Tanto and a katana.
He also carries a bronze necklace around his neck that has special meaning to him.
Skills:
Flirting; Charm and wit makes him a great flirt, able to earn the favor of most.
Navigation; He's a pretty decent navigator, when he's sober enough to tell north from south.
Marine Tactics; His training as a marine private has given him insight into the Navy's strategies, allowing him to avoid capture. |
46,042 | 1,248 | 0 | 1,372 | 1,641 | A small group of five, An experienced hunter and his disciples, were doing their own things at a place called Coalstrike, a reasonably important and prosperous 'Fortress-City' of Kiruth, one of the few places that is, for the most part, absolutely safe against Beasts. Two of the students, a Nickolaus Schulze and a Sapphire Amaryllis, put the generosity of their teacher to good use, acquiring new clothes to replace the remnants of their old ones, tattered by the recent 'incidents' they've been in.
They were mostly just waiting for their first Switch-Weapons to be produced and tweaked to their specifications, and when Joshua, their teacher's, list of errands was completed, he showed them to a little 'hideout' he had saved. He notified it was effectively collectively theirs, and went to do 'unrelated, private things'. As the party began to settle in, it was not long before an arguement started unintentionally. Nickolaus, leaning on a wall, was beckoned into one of the rooms by Sapphire. Schulze took control of the situation.
A conversation turned into an interrogation, but the other two in the little housing couldn't hear the specifics, aside from a loud bump as if something was knocked over, and the door swinging open loudly as Sapphire, angrily began to walk out, raving. "I should've known better then to trust you people!", she yelled, dissapointed and furious. exiting the building, she slammed the door behind her, finishing with a "You're all the same. You make me sick."
Eventually, Sapphire, in her bottled up anger, found herself sitting alone at the top of one of Coalstrikes' few towers, jumping there from one of the rooftops. It was somber as the sun began to set, but she could still feel she wasn't completely alone.
...Not in the metaphorical sense, she actually began to hear someone else apparently climbing the tower after her. Who the hell could this be?
Back at the Quartets' hideout, the headcount continued to decrease as Schulze followed Sapphire's example, angrily, yet also sadly, mumbling things about the unbelievable unproffesionalism of everyone, including himself. Not wanting to even associate with this group of idiotic misfits anymore, he quickly exited and made his way out of town, abandoning Joshua's 'teachings' and deciding to make his own damn path.
Now, Imgor and Alex were pretty much alone, together, as the Quartet turned into a Duet.
That escalated quickly...
In the harbor of Kiruth a different group of Hunters in training arrived just after sunset. They disembarked from the boat that got them through the fairly long journey. The harbor itself was the definition of deserted. After sunset few people ventured near it as it was one of few places still vulnerable to plagued beings. Even fewer sailors dared to dock there at night, but there were exceptions.
Four people stepped on the ramp leading from the boat to the pier itself. Willo Luelle, Ramone Truvo and Aelar Starseeker were all nearing the end of their training under Drake Lazarus, a man with dark, shoulder-length hair who typically wears a fancy, black trench coat with red sleeves. Despite training under him for months on end they barely knew anything about him except that he had a straightforward and sometimes rather cruel attitude. He was an enigma to them and everyone else, but somehow he was famous at the same time. If you would ask around for his name, you would find that every other person has heard of him at some point, yet nobody knows anything about him.
The fact that he had managed to train his quartet through words only already hinted at skill. During their training he had not revealed the nature of his combat abilities even once, yet when sparring with him he proved untouchable without even having to use any spells or weapons. The second clue was the fact that he was one of the few if not the only hunter not to carry any physical weapon. And his training was not to be taken lightly. The four individuals training under him found themselves facing seemingly insurmountable tasks again and again. And for some of them it proved to actually be insurmountable. What once was a quartet of Hunters in training had become a trio. Ironically, Darke’s favorite among the four was the one to lose his life during one of the assignments. The trainee was cool headed, logical thinker yet ruthless at the same time and didn’t show much emotion. His fellow team members on the other hand. . . Willo usually maintained a generally cheerful and lighthearted attitude of which Drake disapproved. Likewise he questioned Ramone’s dislike of killing and Aelar’s preference for support rather than offensive. He constantly voiced his disapproval including during their trip to Kiruth. Regardless of all that he had taught them all to the best of his abilities. Weak points of plague beasts, advanced combat techniques with the weapons they had chosen, the importance of knowing your enemy and not rushing into battle. But most of all, he offered them opportunities to gain hands on experience in combat.
As they reached the end of the ramp Drake began explaining. His voice was deep yet oddly soft.“I’m sure all of you have heard of Castle Bloodleaves. It was built centuries ago by a dynasty of nobles. They had a curious fascination with blood.” Drake paused as he pondered on what he had just said, realizing he hadn’t given it a lot of thought in the past.
“It holds plagued beasts that a long time ago could not be killed by normal means. As such they had been imprisoned in this Castle. Some of them have vanished, possibly escaping and now some freely roam the basement of the glorified prison. Your assignment is to secure the first and second basement of the castle. I will be joining you one last time as we clear the first basement. Successfully do this and I will declare you fully-fledged Hunters. For your sake I hope you have retained what I have taught you. Take note that the second basement is of . . . extensive size. You may have to setup a camp while in there. You can stock up in town tomorrow but I would hope that you have already prepared as necessary so we can move on straight to the castle right now.”
He stopped and turned around facing the trio. His expression was bland and emotionless as usual. The trio had never seen him show any form of emotion throughout their time spent with him and today was no different. They stared back at him for a few moments without saying a word.
“Well?” | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,043 | 1,248 | 1 | 1,469 | 281 | Iṃgor kept an 'eye' on both Sapphire and Nickolaus using his tracking spell. As the latter of the two left the town he also left the spell's range. "Looks like Schulze is gone forever, he left town. Sapphire seems to have come to a stop on a building." The questioning look on his face while reporting was supposed to indicate a question on whether Alex worried about her a littlebit. At least to see if he would agree to approach her and inform her on Nickolaus.
"I'll try to get some food at the evening market, I want to check how well one can cook in this hideout's kitchen. Meet me there if you have come to a decision or have something urgent to tell me." With that, Iṃgor left the hideout and headed for the marketplace. He wanted to make at least 1 small meal for 3, which would also turn out as a nice large meal for 3 if Sapphire wouldn't return by dinnertime. | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,044 | 1,248 | 2 | 1,524 | 552 | Willo
"The graves~ Have filled~
It's time to burn the dead~
Keep strong~ Your wills~
The Plague has come again~"
The song's somber tone struggled against the lighter voice that sang it. As Willo leaned against the railing of the ship, her eyes cast into the infinite darkness of the sea, she found it calmed her nerves to fill the air with a song. Even if it wasn't per say a happy one, it was associated with the Hunters, and that would do well enough for the situation, she figured.
"The night~ It comes~
And never shows to end~
Keep bright~ Your eyes~
The Plague has come again~"
Willo was not used to riding on boats, in fact, the sea itself set her a bit on edge. Her home had been high in Straneyeth, she had never thought of drowning as a way to die. Though now that the possibility was real, it was less because of her disbelief and more because she'd never learned to swim. But what use did birds have for such skills?
"With blades~ And Light~
We Hunters shall descend~
Keep far~ Your fears~
The Plague has come again~"
At length they came upon the end of their journey, the harbor in sight and in the distance a figure more imposing even than Mister Lazarus loomed. A grand castle, at least from what she could tell, with all sorts of nooks and crannies to clamber upon. If this truly was to be their final assignment, she was relieved to think that at least she could have some fun with it. As they all moved to exit the ship, she finished her little song, voice carrying off to fade amidst the crisp seaside air.
"The beasts~ We hunt~
No longer fellow men~
Keep true~ Your souls~
The Plague has come again~"
Willo couldn't quite keep her eyes on Lazarus as he explained the story of their would-be trial area, though that wasn't to say she didn't listen. In fact, the tale quite fascinated her. She loved old stories about kings and castles, dragons and the valiant knights who slayed them. She liked to think of the Hunters as knights in some way or another, though their work was far less glorious, and probably wouldn't end up in any children's tales. All the same, the leathers she wore felt as armor, and Cinderwill her trusty sword to carry her through adventures. Or vice-versa. Either way, really.
She patted the satchel bound tight to her side and grinned, both to Lazarus and her fellow students. "Set and ready to cut down some beasts, how about you guys?"
Perhaps leading with the vigor of killing beasts wasn't the best way to address them. Ramone had never been fond of the act, which she could understand --even respect-- though that didn't stop her from given him a hard time about it now and again. Aelar on the other hand was fun enough, with the kind of personality she enjoyed bouncing conversations off of. A good group, she thought, though it was hard to tell if Lazarus thought so as well. | Willo Luelle
Race
Half-Harpy
Age
20
Appearance
Spindly with many sharp features, Willo appears very outwardly human, with few if any notable, visible traits denoting her heritage. She’s just below average height, with short-chopped black hair (which bears a crimson streak running the side) and wide, green eyes that hold far more innocence than one in her profession deserves.
Her outfit is fairly standard for a hunter, with a few personal touches added over time. Her coat is bound tight at the waist by a sash, and upon the garment as a whole are a very faint series of words that one might strain to see in anything less than bright light. They have no correlation with each other, and generally seem nonsensical, forming no sentences. She actively refuses to discuss their meaning.
Perhaps the most important thing to note about Willo is that she drew the short end of the genetic stick, so to speak. While not showing any outward signs of her Harpy blood, the truth is she has very avian bones. Lacking the density of a human’s (though not quite hollow and brittle), she is featherlike as a result, and cannot sustain much trauma compared to others.
Biography
Willo was born in Straneyeth to human parents, who themselves had Harpy elders in their genepool. Her mother had brilliant wings, while her father had sharp talons, and so when she was born they were both surprised to see no traces of their ancestry at all. It did not take long for them to realize the frail nature of their daughter, and so they sheltered. Never allowed outside, never allowed to roughhouse, never allowed to get too hyper in fear of the danger she might cause.
This worked for roughly nine years, at which point the girl had developed quite the devilish personality. One night she ran from home, and her parents spent a good hour chasing their surprisingly swift daughter. When they caught her, it became apparent that, while frail, she was not weak.
From then on, her hunter father and alchemist mother expanded her teachings to far more interesting things. She learned to craft a myriad of poultices and salves, and how to wield a weapon in such a way that it’s weight and momentum could be used as a benefit (though the star-metal later removed that risk). By the time she was budding on womanhood, the girl was a practiced fighter, prided by both her parents and the town in which she lived.
It was also during this time that the plague struck her home.
What happened in this brief blotch in history is unknown, but in the end only Willo and her father emerged. The latter quickly went into seclusion, a veritable hermit by current times, but Willo turned her focus almost immediately to the guild, an unsettling conviction driving her.
Personality
Outgoing and generally cheerful, Willo believes that if she keeps a smile on her face it will make it easier for others to smile too. Happiness to her is an unfortunately rare commodity in the plague-times, but that doesn’t stop her from making light of nearly every situation, and this goes to a fault. She’s used to people telling her to shut up when she makes an ill-timed joke, though it’s quite hard to hurt her feelings, and she understands that sometimes laughter isn’t the best medicine.
That said, it’s rare to catch Willo in a serious mood, mostly because she hates being the downer. The flipside to being the cheerful creature she is, is that it’s quite an easy tell when something’s amiss with her: just look for the absence of a smile.
Lastly, while not explicitly hateful towards the people of Kiruth, a traditional Straneyeth upbringing has left her somewhat cynical of their abilities. Of course this normally just comes off as playful ribbing, and she doesn’t think she could ever hate someone simply because of where they’re from.
Strengths
Willo has two major things going for her: she’s very fast, and very agile. In combat her fighting style focuses almost entirely around close-range skirmishing, striking when optimal and dodging instead of blocking whenever possible. She’s fond of using the environment to her advantage, and can often be seen scaling walls/buildings/anything taller than her because if it didn’t want to be climbed on it shouldn’t have been tall. As well, a pension for utilizing this technique on larger opponents, and a general gutsy up-close style lead to some viewing her as fearless. The connotations of this come in a variety of good and bad colors.
Weaknesses
What Willo has in speed, she severely lacks in strength. Due to the reduced density of her bones, most if not all of her strikes lack a necessary “oomph” to get the intended job done. While the “assisting” abilities of her weapon help to cover this weakness a bit, should she be disarmed there is little she can do besides avoid her opponent.
Weapons
~Cinderwill~
A fairly basic design, the standard form consists of a long, curved handle and blade. Upon twisting a segment of the handle, it extends to staff-length, while the blade snaps down to form a long axe.
Due to Willo’s lack of physical strength, she often has trouble slicing far into or through beasts on her own. To compensate, the edges of the blade have been inlaid with a highly flammable, slow to burn substance that, upon ignition, effectively super-heats the metal and allows for her to carve through flesh and bone with standard and relative ease. On the pommel of the weapon’s handle is a trigger, which must be struck (i.e. on the ground/wall/etc…”) to heat the blade.
While there is no active fire emanating outward, the edges are red-hot, and sparks/flares can emit from contact with hard surfaces.
When not in active use, Cinderwill is kept in a fat, rectangular sheathe on her back, and in cases where she fears she might lose hold of it, there is a thin link she can bind to her wrist from the handle. While not a full-proof plan, it’s better than potentially being disarmed and effectively useless.
Vitae Spells
--Flitter--
The edges of Willo's form become obscured, and her movements –particularly dashes—are done in quick wisps of black smoke. This effectively makes her intangible in brief blinks of time, which cannot be extended by any means. The spell uses minimal mana, meant to be fired off in multiple bursts, however the cost goes up exponentially over time.
Exicus Runes
--Turn Familiar--
Willo’s familiar, a crow with a sharp iron guard affixed to its beak. Popla is a free spirit and Willo tries not to tether her much. If the bird wishes to be around, she’s welcome, and when she wants to go off and explore, she’s free to do so. When needed, Willo sends Popla off on scouting expeditions, or has her deliver messages via parchment, and in certain situations the crow’s sharp talons and steel beak can come in handy.
Additional Notes
Yes actually she fucking loves spaghetti nomph nomph nomph |
46,045 | 1,248 | 3 | 732 | 8,842 | Alex sighed Imgor quickly left to go shopping leaving him alone with his thoughts. How had it degraded so quickly? He should've done something to fix it. Larion caught onto his mood and his ears turned down and the lizard licked his hand hopefully. Alexander sighed, he should try to find her to work things out. Imgor had said she was on a building which was incredibly vague but it was likely she had come to stop on one of the taller ones and Coalstrike had relatively few towers.
He got to his feet and made his way out and began searching for Sapphire, hoping he could work something out with her. Of course he didn't even know what the argument was about much less how to resolve. Oh well, he couldn't wait around hoping she came back. Maybe he should try signalling her? Alex knew she was hard to find normally, if she was hiding this would be impossible. Deciding against it Alexander simply wandered hoping coincidence would let him find her, Larion followed obediently behind him. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,046 | 1,248 | 4 | 1,372 | 1,641 | Alexander wandered the town of Coalstrike, sadly, not finding anything. Imgor would use what was left of his 'allowance' to acquire whatever ingredients he desired, and soon noted that Sapphire suddenly got out of range of his tracking spell, going eastwards. Larion would be eager to climb the towers of Coalstrike, but Ironback lizards such as himself are suited and used to climbing wooden trees, with plenty of branches and whatnot. Perfectly cylindrical structures made of stone are alien to him, in terms of being able to climb them.
Imgor would get an understandable feeling that perhaps he should follow Sapphire to the east..
On the towers of Coalstrike...
The individual seemingly going after Sapphire could be easily heard by the aforementioned, alongside the faint jingling of metal. As the person apparently got halfway up or so, (at least, it sounded as such), he or she must've accidentally pulled out a brick, as a mumbling could be heard and a small impact towards the ground. Sapphire was staring at the moon no doubt hearing all the comotion below her. Despite it she choose to not pay attention to it. Ruby was stood right next to her observing the edge of the tower where the unknown assailant would likely emerge.
As a small amount of time passed, a hand was seen grabbing at the top of the tower, ready to pull itself up. After a short moment, the begginings of a man climbing up could be seen, a golden-blonde head of hair, about ear-length, revealed itself as this man rolled unto the top, getting up and dusting himself off and pausing as he noticed the existence of Sapphire.
Sapphire slowly turned her head towards the man as if she wasn't even fully awake.
What seemed like an eternity of awkwardness ensued as Sapphire likely began to recognize this fellow. It was that strange guy they noticed as they entered Coalstrike, the one who was apparently covered in ropes for some strange reason and carried around a damn greatshield as his primary weapon. Why was he up here? Where was his rope? And his glorified slab of metal?
"Uhhhh. . ."
, he started, looking to the side and scratching the back of his head. He was a nicer looking fellow to be honest, sort of young. Trying to grow a beard down the line, as he had a small stubble. "Hello? Why are you u-" Sapphire suddenly spoke up with a rather fierce sounding tone, "If you know what's best for you, you'll leave. . . now. I am not in the mood."
"I apologize, miss.", he began to retort, "But this is my spot. Get your own roof to marvel at things... on."
Sapphire sighed as she stood up and at the same time her crimson eagle took flight aswell.
"Fine." she said as Ruby prepared to pick her up.
"... Well I didn't mean it like that. We can share if you want.", the man spoke, "...It really is beautiful this time of year, isn't it? We really are blessed, wouldn't you say?", Commenting on the moon. He sat down, marvelling at the view.
"No." Sapphire responded , further denoting the fact that she wasn't in a talkative mood.
"Really? I think it's nice to have something so marvellously grandoise in our skies. What a... beacon of hope, perhaps?"
Sapphire repeated her previous statement while adding to it,
"No, I don't think we're blessed and by no means do I consider it a beacon of hope."
"...Well, okay then... Would... would you mind if I asked what's, how to say... ruffling your feathers?" He seemed to muffle a laugh at his own poor joke, glancing over to Ruby.
"I wonder why you would ask me that. I wonder what you might have to hide from me or others." Sapphire seemed to get angry. "I wonder how much time I'd have to spend with you until you'd start judging me aswell. Until you'd start pushing me around like the rest!" The final sentence she almost yelled at him. She let her head rest on her knees as wrapped her hands around her knees.
"oh."
"I'm not really one to hide things. I'm not much more then what you see, just some guy who's trying to be a Hunter. Hunters are supposed to help eachother, yes? All I see and care about is a fellow Hunter going through a rough patch, and it appears my assumption is correct. I'm just thinking I'd help out..."
"You can't help me." Sapphire's voice was trembling and it was clear she was on the verge of tears."Just leave me alone."
"I.. I suppose I shall, then. There must be something I could do, though. Would... would you like to hunt some beasts in a while? It could take your minds off things... I know a little area that ones' apparently stalking."
"It.. might be fun or.."
Sapphire didn't say anything for the longest of time. It almost seemed like hours passed, spent in complete silence.
"Sure. . . it's not like I have anything left that I can do." She finally said. Her voice was steady and emotionless. The shell in which Sapphire hid constantly cracked for a moment but she worked fast to repair that crack and hid back in her own realm. "All... alrighty then. So... head out now, or do you want some alone time?""Sure, let's go."
"I'm Arnold, from the north."
"...Yes, 'From The North'. I know, it's weird. Blame my parents. So... uh... what's your name?"
"Sapphire. Sapphire Amaryllis." | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,047 | 1,248 | 5 | 1,469 | 281 | Iṃgor asked his familiar, an oversized mole, to follow Sapphire underground. The familiar's senses won't allow accurate tracking, but it should still be good enough to get back into the tracking spell's range. However, before he followed, he had to bring back the ingredients he purchased, otherwise they would slow him down. He sped up, but didn't start running, as he didn't want to attract too much attention, especially from the guards. He didn't want to be slowed down unneccessarily.
Back in the hideout he just quickly deposited the items so no vermin or rodent could quickly get to them, and sprinted eastwards once he was done. He chose the path through the back alleys and 'hidden' roads. He definetly didn't want to be stopped for anything now. | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,048 | 1,248 | 6 | 2,798 | 1,688 | It wasn’t the most pleasant song to listen to, but compared to Lazarus’ nagging it was a blessed reprieve and Willo wasn’t all that bad of a singer either. Between the soft, if somber, song and the calm waters, Ramone was quite tempted to fall asleep. Unfortunately they weren’t far from their destination and would have to disembark soon. With a quiet grunt, he tipped his hat backwards and out of his face as he stood to stretch.
Alongside his teammates and teacher, he stepped onto the old ramp and clicked his tongue as the wood creaked ominously under their weight. Then again, its state of disrepair could hardly be faulted with how often it must have received maintenance and care. He put it out of mind for the moment to focus on what Lazarus had to say to them. The castle that loomed in the distance, concealed by the darkness of night, was impossible to miss. An annoyed click of his tongue was the extent of his reaction to their assignment. His fighting style and equipment was ill-suited for interiors, but it wasn’t like Lazarus gave a shit.
“Let’s get on with it,” he muttered as he shrugged his shoulders, shifting the pack he carried. It held enough supplies for almost a week, if stretched, and he sincerely hoped that it wouldn’t take that long. | Name: Ramone Truvo
Nicknames: Shooter Afar
Race: Vanilla Human
Age: 22
Appearance: Of average height, Ramone has a build that suits his combat style, namely that of an acrobat. Plenty of lean muscle and a wiry physique overall. Rather long dirty blonde hair, light green eyes, and sharp facial features. Fair skin with almost no blemishes or marring aside from calloused hands make sense when considering his fighting style.
His attire is an enchanted set of the Hunter outfit that doesn’t look any different from the regular issue. It’s been enchanted through Exicus magic to remain warm and clean regardless of what sort of environment Ramone finds himself in through his travels, a true blessing of convenience and comfort he has learned to appreciate while his peers suffer.
He also has a set of glasses that are also enchanted to help regulate his eyesight when not in combat, reducing unnecessary strain on his eyes.
Biography: Born to one of the many clans that made up the Nu, Ramone grew up well suited for the nomadic lifestyle. Energetic when his parents needed to devote their full attention to something other than minding him, but always obedient and ready to listen. He was a handful as all children are, but a relatively small one, quite easy to grasp.
Like most other members of the Clan, Ramone learned how to use a bow from a young age and proved to be rather talented. He picked up technique quickly and honed his skill methodically under the guidance of his trainers, enthusiastic and taken with the sensation of the on-target shot.
Thus it was only natural that as he grew older he became one of the hunters for the Clan. He learned how to track his prey, read the signs his surroundings presented, and much more. It was also during this time that he made his first contact with the spirits that inhabited this world, eking out the foundation for his current spell.
While he had never dealt with the Plague personally, Ramone felt a compulsion to join the actual Hunters Guild when they came into contact with the Clan for the purpose of seeking volunteers. He offered himself up to the task, passed the tests, endured the training, and is now on the verge of claiming the title of Hunter for himself.
Personality: Generally the quiet and gentle one in any group of Hunters. Ramone doesn’t take any pleasure in killing the Sickened as some of his compatriots might, but understands it is a necessary task and one that frees victims of its suffering. The only reason he fights is because he can and thus he has a responsibility to. His clear head and calm disposition make him well suited for his position and fighting style even if others label him as somewhat cold. It does take a certain type of person to watch their comrades fight for their lives and continue to wait for that perfect moment after all.
Strengths: One of the Guild’s better marksman for his relative inexperience and newness to the job. Well… some would debate that claim and just call him a good combination of archer and Vitae magic user, not remarkably in either field alone.
He’s pretty good at living on the road. From hunting to cooking and setting shelters, he’s done such things enough that they could be called routine. He’s also nice enough to do such things for his companions without giving them any trouble for it.
Weaknesses: Quite obvious, but Ramone needs to keep his enemies at a distance. His weapons, his magic, his skills are all oriented around mid to long range combat. If forced into a melee, he isn’t helpless, but is at an noticeable disadvantage.
Doesn’t tend to last very long if he decides to use Revantin’s bow form. While in better shape than the vast majority of the populace thanks to his task as a Hunter, the drain of utilizing Vitae magic is still quite noticeable. While it’s generally no trouble against a couple of Sickened, against a sizable group he must manage and choose his targets carefully lest he run out of steam halfway through the fight.
Weapons
Revantin: A paired set of whip swords that can extend up to 10 ft. in length and allow for the user unparalleled control of this zone around them. Though not capable of devastating blows, Revantin is certainly a pair of weapons that can be used to strip away the life of Ramone’s foes in a flurry of blows that come from every direction.
Drawbacks would include the space that is required to gain full usage of the weapon; limitation in terms of height, length, or width of a space aren’t too crippling. Two of the three can render the weapons unusable though. As one might expect, they also require immense dexterity and coordination to properly use.
The two swords can be joined at the hilt to form the back of a rather powerful longbow if it were to be stringed. Ramone doesn’t bother with such things, and prefers to simply rely on the Exicus enchantment that imbues the weapon. It makes Vitae spells easier to cast and more reliable to not fail at inopportune moments.
Carries a short sword on the belt if he’s ever forced to defend himself and disarmed in a melee. The numerous gaps in Revantin, even at their shortest length, make them fairly easy to catch and rip away when compressed.
Vitae Spells
Lunar Ray: A spear of soft white light forms in Ramone’s hand and is thrown at an enemy. Possesses enough power to fatally injure an ordinary human if a direct hit to center mass is landed. When launched from Revantin in its bow form, the projectile crackles and sparks as if the power is barely contained. At this point, it will quite literally obliterate flesh that it touches and can be quite gory to witness.
Starfall: For the tougher Sickened like infected Giants that won’t quite die even after several Lunar Rays there is Starfall. After a hit from Lunar Ray, targets are marked and Ramone is capable of blasting them with a pillar of energy from the heavens. Although powerful, the spell is also incredibly draining and a single use is often enough to put Ramone out of the fight.
Currently still in the middle of being mastered. It takes a bit of time to fully charge up, and even then the pillar forms slowly at first and is followed up by a powerful burst. That means unless his target is immobilized, they will generally escape the area as the first few painful beams form prior to the full power that comes with the pillar.
Exicus Runes
Turn Familiar (Life Drake): A miniature-sized Drake that can comfortable drape itself over Ramone's shoulders with scales the hue of blood. Not too common, these creatures are prized for their calming presence and ability to bolster the health of those that spend time around these mysterious creatures. They are very calm and gentle creatures that love to be showered with affection and will approach other creatures on their own accord. How they sustain themselves is a question nobody's quite sure the answer to, and it is questionable if these beings even die natural deaths.
With the Land: By offering a continuous flow of blood, Ramone is able to appease the spirits of the land he is in and have them accept him as their own. This renders him essentially undetectable as he blends in with his surroundings seamlessly. The only remainder of his trace is the heavy scent of blood, far more powerful than usual.
Additional Notes: Has consumed a minor alchemic potion that improves his eyesight and granted him the ability to see in conditions with even almost no light.
Spaghetti is alright he supposes. |
46,049 | 1,248 | 7 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander sighed and nearly pulled Larion off of another building, it seemed he wanted to go for a walk, or in this case, climb. No doubt Larion was starving by now, it seemed he always was. At this point had given up on finding Sapphire, either she would come back or she wouldn't and nothing he could do would change it. Deciding he didn't want Larion to cause any trouble and since he could use a walk himself he found himself leaving town and headed for the forest. At his signal Larion eagerly rushed into the woods like the oversized puppy dog that he was and quickly began racing through the trees, doubtless searching for some poor animal to eat.
Alexander had just taken a step into the forest when he heard the sound of someone running and, upon turning, saw Imgor sprinting somewhere in quite a hurry. Interesting, hadn't he just gone shopping? Alex snapped his fingers and Larion dropped from the trees above him almost instantly, surprisingly he had already managed to find some prey judging by the blood on his teeth. "Come on." Alexander said, more to himself than Larion and began following Imgor. Though not stealthily, it was more of trying to catch up to him than anything else. Where was he in such a hurry to? | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,050 | 1,248 | 8 | 2,608 | 360 | Aelar leaned against the boat railing looking off into the hazy horizon. He listened as Willo sang and thought about the words. It was a song of danger and death yet it was also a song of hope and courage. As the song came to an end so did the journey which was uneventful to say the least.
Stepping off the boat onto the decrepit dock the first thing he noticed was a castle looming in the not too distant distance. He checked the surrounding area for any obvious dangers, seeing nothing he listened to Lazarus' explanation for them coming here and their tasks. "It holds plagued beasts that a long time ago could not be killed by normal means...", it seemed this wouldn't be an easy fight; not only was it indoors limiting movements, especially harming Ramone's fighting style, the beasts couldn't be killed by normal means.
"Sounds fun...", Aelar said, "but how are we going to kill the beasts?" he added half under his breath. He really hoped that there wouldn't be too many unknown variables, but knowing his teacher it wouldn't turn out that way. | Name: Aelar Starseeker
Nicknames: Star
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 22
Appearance: Aelar is neither exceptionally tall nor muscular at the height of 1.9 meters (about 6’ 2”) and the weight of 90kg (about 200lbs.). He has short relatively unkempt black hair crowning his head. A square jaw and prominent nose are quickly noticed, but are even more quickly ignored on seeing his unusual silver-gray irises. His elvish blood is noticeable in his pointed ears. He inherited his tan skin from his father.
He generally wears an enchanted mail vest under his altered Hunter clothing. His Hunter equipment is all black and is made from Great Bear leather, making it tough yet light and flexible so as to leave the movements of his weapons unimpeded. He wears a necklace with a silver-gray gem in the center of his mother’s family crest, a sword carried by an eagle.
Biography: The son of a Human Hunter and the daughter of a Dark Elf Merchant; Aelar’s life has been an interesting one. When his maternal grandfather requested the Hunter’s Guild to send two or three Hunters to protect a large shipment of Star-metal headed through territory well known for containing Beasts. Aelar’s father was part of the three-man squad tasked with protecting the shipment. Aelar’s mother, extremely beautiful, caught his father’s eye with her graceful manner and humility. As they went along they talked and found that they shared many interests, the greatest of these was a fascination with the stars. As was expected the caravan received multiple attacks from Beasts but with help from the elven mages, led by Aelar’s maternal uncle, the Hunters were successful in protecting the shipment. Aelar’s father left the guild and became a body guard for the Dark Elf family. As a bodyguard he became closer to Aelar’s mother and after a few years they were married.
After Aelar’s birth, his father determined that his son would be a Hunter when he grew up. When Aelar turned 5 his father started to teach him the basics of using the sword, drilling them into him day after day. This went on till the day Aelar turned 8. On that day his father told him to choose one of two paths, the attacker or protector, this choice would shape what sword he would use as well as the Vitae spells he would be taught by his mother. He chose the path of the protector using a greatsword or sword and shield and using spells that strengthen his allies. By 10 years old he was relatively proficient in both his sword style and spell usage. His father began to take him when protecting trade caravans to build his battle experience. When his father determined he was ready he headed to the Hunter’s Guild and was accepted because of his battle experience and skillful use of support spells. It is now time for his final task before officially becoming a Hunter.
Personality: Aelar is outgoing, and will even try to make friends with those who do not like him or have wronged him. However he is not naive as he has had quite a bit of experience with people. He is straightforward but not tactless; he knows some things shouldn’t be said. He is extremely loyal to his allies and vicious towards those who threaten them.
Strengths: He is skilled in defensive fighting. Aelar has an innate sense of where to move his shield to block after fighting many battles, this is not always accurate but has saved his life on multiple occasions. His control over his sword is very precise allowing him to parry and counter attack against multiple foes.
Weaknesses: His movement speed is not very quick and he is not very agile. Being a defensive fighter weakens his killing power making him have to rely on allies to finish the job generally. His spells slowly use his mana over time making it very important that enemies are taken care of before he runs out.
Weapons:
Templar’s blade: A greatsword that can shift the upper part of the blade down a to the sides making it become a shield
Starlight: A relatively simple longsword with a silver-gray gem embedded in the hilt. It is a family heirloom from his mother’s side that he received as his uncle has no children.
Vitae Spells:
Mana-Equalization: A spell that uses Aelar’s mana to replenish his allies while draining it slowly as long as he uses it.
Blazing-light: A spell that strengthens the targets attacks both physically and magically it like Mana-Equalization it is a slow mana drain instead of a single cast.
Exicus Runes: 'Turn Familiar' His familiar is an Earthfire Drake a relatively common species among lesser drakes. Earthfire Drakes range from 4 meters (about 14ft) to 6 meters (about 20ft) from head to tail and their tails generally take up around a third of their length. They are quadrupeds with tough reddish-brown scales and the scales on their tails tend to be extremely sharp.
Additional Notes: He likes spaghetti but enjoys pizza more. |
46,051 | 1,248 | 9 | 1,638 | 513 | The three soon to become hunters claimed they were prepared and no one questioned the task looming ahead. Except Aelar. He was the only to doubt whether the beasts could be slain now, seeing that it was an impossible task in the past.
“Killing them was an insurmountable undertaking during their time. But that was ages ago. Present they Hunters are far more skilled and knowledge of Vitae and Exicus is vast compared to then.” He explained while looking over his shoulder toward the castle. He then continued, raising his voice this time for more emphasis, “That being said, there is no telling what will be expecting us beneath the castle.” He looked at the trio and narrowed his eyes. “Do not take this lightly, as this may be one of the biggest challenges you’ll have ever faced.”
A pause allowed his last statement enough time to sink in.
“Very well then, let us not waste any more time.” He was just about to turn around when he stopped mid turn and looked at the trio once more. "If you have any further questions you can ask them once were at the castle. I'd prefer the rest of the way be spent in silence." He looked at Willo in particular as he said the last part, before heading towards the harbor's exit. Following the harbor was the market district of Kiruth, which was just as deserted and barely illuminated. Few people were there during the night. Every building they passed seemed void of life. Most people who went there at night felt uneasy, however that was the case for any place that was void of people. Nobody knew why. Maybe it was the presence of the castle that is believed to still hold beasts of unfathomable power.
Fortunately the residential district helped ease the tension. People were roaming the streets, moving on with their lives. The alleys between the various homes were rather narrow and the buildings themselves maintained a rather medieval look compared to other towns they had been to, most likely due to the influence the overshadowing castle had on the town. Far more lamps flooded the streets with light compared to the market district or the harbor. The liveliest of places at night was of course the pub, which looked more like a tavern than anything else, with various individuals entering while others leaving in a less than sober state. At night, the pub became the heart of Kiruth, and whoever had made the decision of placing it in the center of the residential district . . . well let’s just say he could let his money explain the rest.
Most people just outside the pub seemed fairly uninteresting with the exception of a couple of seasoned hunters having a chat. They wore plain clothes and unless someone looked really hard they could mistake them for ordinary citizen. Whatever types of weapons they had, they had either left them somewhere else or were very well concealed. The only giveaway was their rather muscular build and some visible battle scars.
Just as it seemed they would not stop at the pub Drake revealed that the opposite was true.
“I will be back in 15 minutes.” , and without further explanation he entered the pub.
As attractive as a night spent drinking may have seemed to some members of the group, or unattractive to others for that matter, it was doubtful Drake was stopping at the pub for such an ill-bred venture and the amount of time he intended to spend there further hinted towards that. But for now they still had around a quarter of an hour to wander about or discuss their assignment. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,052 | 1,248 | 10 | 1,524 | 552 | Willo
Willo tuned into the conversation just long enough to hear that they would likely be able to actually kill whatever was awaiting them, and then turned her attention to the castle once more. Dark passages, plenty of old toppled things to climb on, chandeliers oh my god it was a castle there were probably going to be chandeliers she could hardly wait.
“... take this lightly, as this may be one of the biggest challenges you’ll have ever faced.”
She blinked, that didn't sound right, Lazarus normally wasn't one to encourage levity, or lightheartedness, or fun. Perhaps she'd missed that low, foreboding "Do-Not" that she'd come to see as one of their teacher's trades. Guffaw to that, Willo thought, this was their last big step to becoming fully-fledged Hunters, like hell she was gonna treat it like some sort of examination. She was going to cut all the beasties and climb all the things, and she was gonna have fun doing it dammit.
"If you have any further questions you can ask them once were at the castle. I'd prefer the rest of the way be spent in silence."
With a lowering of her head, Willo mumbled something that vaguely sounded like "Yes sir..." before following along. Fine, no singing, humming, whistling, talking, whispering, or anything that could even possibly anger Lazarus. She knew well enough the difference between annoyance and fury, and while she'd never outright seen their teacher display anything much above his normal register, Willo was in no rush to push the envelope any further.
Instead she busied herself by observing the town they entered. Dull for the most part, all dim-yellow lights and ye-olde architecture, but there was something to be said for the comforting feel it brought. Rare were the times Willo felt she could truly relax in their day and age, but as they meandered through the streets, she felt a calming warmth within her. Then in a flicker it was gone when Lazarus came to a stop outside of the bustling tavern. Fifteen minutes? What could he get done in a tavern in fifteen minutes? Willo felt an overwhelming urge to follow the man, subtly of course, but figured it best to stay put. She liked to fancy herself a bit of a sneak, but to think she could trail a guy like their teacher without being noticed was ludicrous, even to her. So, she raised her arms up and stretched, letting out a pleasant trill at the popping of her joints, then looked to Ramone and Aelar, a big grin splitting her face.
"You guys ready? Can't wait to get in there, crack a few skulls, eh? Eh?" she said, giving Aelar a little nudge with her elbow. "Does kinda suck though, the whole closed-quarters thing, sorry Rammy. But hey I'm sure you can still put some good shots through their eyes, plus you got me an' Aelar here to make sure nothin' gets too close for comfort, y'know?" | Willo Luelle
Race
Half-Harpy
Age
20
Appearance
Spindly with many sharp features, Willo appears very outwardly human, with few if any notable, visible traits denoting her heritage. She’s just below average height, with short-chopped black hair (which bears a crimson streak running the side) and wide, green eyes that hold far more innocence than one in her profession deserves.
Her outfit is fairly standard for a hunter, with a few personal touches added over time. Her coat is bound tight at the waist by a sash, and upon the garment as a whole are a very faint series of words that one might strain to see in anything less than bright light. They have no correlation with each other, and generally seem nonsensical, forming no sentences. She actively refuses to discuss their meaning.
Perhaps the most important thing to note about Willo is that she drew the short end of the genetic stick, so to speak. While not showing any outward signs of her Harpy blood, the truth is she has very avian bones. Lacking the density of a human’s (though not quite hollow and brittle), she is featherlike as a result, and cannot sustain much trauma compared to others.
Biography
Willo was born in Straneyeth to human parents, who themselves had Harpy elders in their genepool. Her mother had brilliant wings, while her father had sharp talons, and so when she was born they were both surprised to see no traces of their ancestry at all. It did not take long for them to realize the frail nature of their daughter, and so they sheltered. Never allowed outside, never allowed to roughhouse, never allowed to get too hyper in fear of the danger she might cause.
This worked for roughly nine years, at which point the girl had developed quite the devilish personality. One night she ran from home, and her parents spent a good hour chasing their surprisingly swift daughter. When they caught her, it became apparent that, while frail, she was not weak.
From then on, her hunter father and alchemist mother expanded her teachings to far more interesting things. She learned to craft a myriad of poultices and salves, and how to wield a weapon in such a way that it’s weight and momentum could be used as a benefit (though the star-metal later removed that risk). By the time she was budding on womanhood, the girl was a practiced fighter, prided by both her parents and the town in which she lived.
It was also during this time that the plague struck her home.
What happened in this brief blotch in history is unknown, but in the end only Willo and her father emerged. The latter quickly went into seclusion, a veritable hermit by current times, but Willo turned her focus almost immediately to the guild, an unsettling conviction driving her.
Personality
Outgoing and generally cheerful, Willo believes that if she keeps a smile on her face it will make it easier for others to smile too. Happiness to her is an unfortunately rare commodity in the plague-times, but that doesn’t stop her from making light of nearly every situation, and this goes to a fault. She’s used to people telling her to shut up when she makes an ill-timed joke, though it’s quite hard to hurt her feelings, and she understands that sometimes laughter isn’t the best medicine.
That said, it’s rare to catch Willo in a serious mood, mostly because she hates being the downer. The flipside to being the cheerful creature she is, is that it’s quite an easy tell when something’s amiss with her: just look for the absence of a smile.
Lastly, while not explicitly hateful towards the people of Kiruth, a traditional Straneyeth upbringing has left her somewhat cynical of their abilities. Of course this normally just comes off as playful ribbing, and she doesn’t think she could ever hate someone simply because of where they’re from.
Strengths
Willo has two major things going for her: she’s very fast, and very agile. In combat her fighting style focuses almost entirely around close-range skirmishing, striking when optimal and dodging instead of blocking whenever possible. She’s fond of using the environment to her advantage, and can often be seen scaling walls/buildings/anything taller than her because if it didn’t want to be climbed on it shouldn’t have been tall. As well, a pension for utilizing this technique on larger opponents, and a general gutsy up-close style lead to some viewing her as fearless. The connotations of this come in a variety of good and bad colors.
Weaknesses
What Willo has in speed, she severely lacks in strength. Due to the reduced density of her bones, most if not all of her strikes lack a necessary “oomph” to get the intended job done. While the “assisting” abilities of her weapon help to cover this weakness a bit, should she be disarmed there is little she can do besides avoid her opponent.
Weapons
~Cinderwill~
A fairly basic design, the standard form consists of a long, curved handle and blade. Upon twisting a segment of the handle, it extends to staff-length, while the blade snaps down to form a long axe.
Due to Willo’s lack of physical strength, she often has trouble slicing far into or through beasts on her own. To compensate, the edges of the blade have been inlaid with a highly flammable, slow to burn substance that, upon ignition, effectively super-heats the metal and allows for her to carve through flesh and bone with standard and relative ease. On the pommel of the weapon’s handle is a trigger, which must be struck (i.e. on the ground/wall/etc…”) to heat the blade.
While there is no active fire emanating outward, the edges are red-hot, and sparks/flares can emit from contact with hard surfaces.
When not in active use, Cinderwill is kept in a fat, rectangular sheathe on her back, and in cases where she fears she might lose hold of it, there is a thin link she can bind to her wrist from the handle. While not a full-proof plan, it’s better than potentially being disarmed and effectively useless.
Vitae Spells
--Flitter--
The edges of Willo's form become obscured, and her movements –particularly dashes—are done in quick wisps of black smoke. This effectively makes her intangible in brief blinks of time, which cannot be extended by any means. The spell uses minimal mana, meant to be fired off in multiple bursts, however the cost goes up exponentially over time.
Exicus Runes
--Turn Familiar--
Willo’s familiar, a crow with a sharp iron guard affixed to its beak. Popla is a free spirit and Willo tries not to tether her much. If the bird wishes to be around, she’s welcome, and when she wants to go off and explore, she’s free to do so. When needed, Willo sends Popla off on scouting expeditions, or has her deliver messages via parchment, and in certain situations the crow’s sharp talons and steel beak can come in handy.
Additional Notes
Yes actually she fucking loves spaghetti nomph nomph nomph |
46,053 | 1,248 | 11 | 1,469 | 281 | Imgor slowed his pace a littlebit after he left the city walls, stopping him wasn't as easy now. The moment Sapphire entered the range of his tracking spell he slowed down even further to a walk.
As Sapphires movements didn't appear too hectic, Imgor took the time to check if other known people were nearby. While checking for Alexander, the spell indicated he followed behind Imgor.
A littlebit surprised, Imgor quickly turns towards Alex, the glow of the spell still in his eyes, making it look as if he was posessed, especially with the contrast to the dark night.
Before the two could say anything or wonder what the other was doing, something rustled in the bushes. Quickly, an appendage revealed itself slowly rising from the foilage of the outer forest near Coalstrike. It appeared... insectoid. It brought to mind a scorpion perhaps, but this obviously wasn't a scorpion, the stinger itself was the size of a particularly thick long sword, nearly a zwei-hander in overall size! The tail was large and thick as well, whatever its' attached to must be quite a behemoth... easily larger then a human. Very easily.
Imgor looked at the strange insectoid creature with a mix of fascination, surprise and a pinch of respect. This was the first time he had seen such a large insectoid. Slowly, he moved his hand towards where his trusty kitchen knife was usually sheathed, attempting to grab it, in case IT attacked. His familar saw the image through the connection of 'turn familiar', and thought IT looked delicous. Imgor meanwhile observed IT with utmost attention.
As soon as Imgor prepared himself, the Super-Scorpion revealed itself in full. Well, it wasn't a proper animal at all... it was definitely a Beast. This was obvious, due to its'... ghastly features. Firstly, instead of a scorpion-like mouth, it had what looked to be a lamprey's orifice... with human-like skulls coming out and biting. That was.. disturbing. In addition, it had what looked to be over-sized human hands instead of feet, but with eight fingers each instead, many moving the wrong-way, and occasionally gripping the ground so hard a nail broke off. Finally, its' mouth also had a large ovipositor inside, similar to a tongue, in the center of all of the unfleshed human-like heads.
The sight froze Imgor for a second. He knew beasts were not the most beautiful creatures, to put it lightly, but he didn't expect hybrids like these. However, he also knew one other thing: the exoskeleton was likely too thick to be penetrated by his simple bow, and the uncovered parts weren't too crucial either. He attempted to ask Alex for a distraction without being heard by the beast, which obviously noticed. He hopes Alex would distract the beast enough, so Imgor could cut off the stinger using his knife after approaching from behind.
The Beast, as soon as Imgor started to try to whipser, charged, breaking the particularly dense foiliage it was hiding behind and beggining to salivate that particular green bile that all beasts seem to love. If Imgor didn't know any better, he thought he could hear the damn thing attempt to speak... but that was insane!
Imgor attempted to dodge the charge, using a mixe of rolling to the side and running up a tree, the attempt looked...not too elegant. He attempted to hold the knife in such a way, that the beast would run into its edge at full speed. | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,054 | 1,248 | 12 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander was about to ask where Imgor was headed when a massive creature slowly showed itself from the woods. He had seen a plauged harpy before but this... this way something far different. Some kind of hideous mashup of monsters. He instinctively grabbed for his naginata- before he realized that he didn't have it. The blacksmith was still working it. Well this was... inconvenient to say the least, if he'd had his weapon he would've leveled it at the beast and fought it like it was a boar. Now his arsenal consisted of two knives, his crossbow, and the shotgun. Not exactly good odds when fighting something with a tail sword alone that was as big as he was. He doubted his crossbow had the power to penetrate the creatures armor, the gun might do the trick but he didn't want to count on it.
Attacking it head on with his knives would be practically suicidal. Argh, where was Joshua when you needed him? As soon as the beast began moving forward Alexander hurled one of his knives into the beast's gullet, hoping to grab its attention, then raised his other hand. Putting as much power into as he could muster he yelled out, "FLARE! and moments after an intensely powerful light flashed out from his hand. His warning had been enough for Larion and himself to shield their eyes, he could only hope it had been enough for Imgor as well.
If the monster proved to be blinded, or at least debilitated by the viate, he would unsling his shotgun from his back and rush up to the beast, hoping to fire a blast into its mouth and end this in one fell swoop. If not that he would jump backwards onto Larion and get carried out of the way, Larion wouldn't be able to carry him for very long but the burst of speed could save him if the beast was unaffected by the flare. Putting that much power into the blast had been more draining then he thought, he felt tired already. Alex really hoped this worked, if it didn't things were about to get a whole lot harder. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,055 | 1,248 | 13 | 2,798 | 1,688 | It was a bit odd to hear their teacher warn the three to be careful. Generally that came after one of them almost lost their life at the task. Well… it didn’t hurt to have him hammer the point in one last time before the four of them headed towards town. The man’s directed words seem to have had an effect on Willo as the walk was spent in silence despite the market’s oppressive atmosphere. Usually he might have expected to hear something from her in an attempt to lighten the mood. He peered into lifeless buildings through dirty windows, down unlit alleys, and generally kept his wits about.
He breathed just a little easier as the soft glow of lit lamps drove back the night. It was far from bustling, but the presence of people in the streets was by far the most comforting part of the district. The atmosphere only grew livelier the deeper the group ventured into the district though the reason became apparent soon enough. Ramone had thought it a bit odd to see more and more residents, but the pub that sat at the center of this area was explanation enough.
As their teacher left them by themselves, Ramone glanced momentarily at Willo along with some nearby residents as she called out. He blinked at the odd nickname, one of many, she decided to use and simply shrugged in response. “We’ll make it work somehow,” he muttered before he decided to join Lazarus in the comforts of the pub. It had been a long sail and something hot and hearty would be very much appreciated. “I’ll be seeing if they have anything to eat,” he told the two before he pushed open the door and stepped into the lively building. | Name: Ramone Truvo
Nicknames: Shooter Afar
Race: Vanilla Human
Age: 22
Appearance: Of average height, Ramone has a build that suits his combat style, namely that of an acrobat. Plenty of lean muscle and a wiry physique overall. Rather long dirty blonde hair, light green eyes, and sharp facial features. Fair skin with almost no blemishes or marring aside from calloused hands make sense when considering his fighting style.
His attire is an enchanted set of the Hunter outfit that doesn’t look any different from the regular issue. It’s been enchanted through Exicus magic to remain warm and clean regardless of what sort of environment Ramone finds himself in through his travels, a true blessing of convenience and comfort he has learned to appreciate while his peers suffer.
He also has a set of glasses that are also enchanted to help regulate his eyesight when not in combat, reducing unnecessary strain on his eyes.
Biography: Born to one of the many clans that made up the Nu, Ramone grew up well suited for the nomadic lifestyle. Energetic when his parents needed to devote their full attention to something other than minding him, but always obedient and ready to listen. He was a handful as all children are, but a relatively small one, quite easy to grasp.
Like most other members of the Clan, Ramone learned how to use a bow from a young age and proved to be rather talented. He picked up technique quickly and honed his skill methodically under the guidance of his trainers, enthusiastic and taken with the sensation of the on-target shot.
Thus it was only natural that as he grew older he became one of the hunters for the Clan. He learned how to track his prey, read the signs his surroundings presented, and much more. It was also during this time that he made his first contact with the spirits that inhabited this world, eking out the foundation for his current spell.
While he had never dealt with the Plague personally, Ramone felt a compulsion to join the actual Hunters Guild when they came into contact with the Clan for the purpose of seeking volunteers. He offered himself up to the task, passed the tests, endured the training, and is now on the verge of claiming the title of Hunter for himself.
Personality: Generally the quiet and gentle one in any group of Hunters. Ramone doesn’t take any pleasure in killing the Sickened as some of his compatriots might, but understands it is a necessary task and one that frees victims of its suffering. The only reason he fights is because he can and thus he has a responsibility to. His clear head and calm disposition make him well suited for his position and fighting style even if others label him as somewhat cold. It does take a certain type of person to watch their comrades fight for their lives and continue to wait for that perfect moment after all.
Strengths: One of the Guild’s better marksman for his relative inexperience and newness to the job. Well… some would debate that claim and just call him a good combination of archer and Vitae magic user, not remarkably in either field alone.
He’s pretty good at living on the road. From hunting to cooking and setting shelters, he’s done such things enough that they could be called routine. He’s also nice enough to do such things for his companions without giving them any trouble for it.
Weaknesses: Quite obvious, but Ramone needs to keep his enemies at a distance. His weapons, his magic, his skills are all oriented around mid to long range combat. If forced into a melee, he isn’t helpless, but is at an noticeable disadvantage.
Doesn’t tend to last very long if he decides to use Revantin’s bow form. While in better shape than the vast majority of the populace thanks to his task as a Hunter, the drain of utilizing Vitae magic is still quite noticeable. While it’s generally no trouble against a couple of Sickened, against a sizable group he must manage and choose his targets carefully lest he run out of steam halfway through the fight.
Weapons
Revantin: A paired set of whip swords that can extend up to 10 ft. in length and allow for the user unparalleled control of this zone around them. Though not capable of devastating blows, Revantin is certainly a pair of weapons that can be used to strip away the life of Ramone’s foes in a flurry of blows that come from every direction.
Drawbacks would include the space that is required to gain full usage of the weapon; limitation in terms of height, length, or width of a space aren’t too crippling. Two of the three can render the weapons unusable though. As one might expect, they also require immense dexterity and coordination to properly use.
The two swords can be joined at the hilt to form the back of a rather powerful longbow if it were to be stringed. Ramone doesn’t bother with such things, and prefers to simply rely on the Exicus enchantment that imbues the weapon. It makes Vitae spells easier to cast and more reliable to not fail at inopportune moments.
Carries a short sword on the belt if he’s ever forced to defend himself and disarmed in a melee. The numerous gaps in Revantin, even at their shortest length, make them fairly easy to catch and rip away when compressed.
Vitae Spells
Lunar Ray: A spear of soft white light forms in Ramone’s hand and is thrown at an enemy. Possesses enough power to fatally injure an ordinary human if a direct hit to center mass is landed. When launched from Revantin in its bow form, the projectile crackles and sparks as if the power is barely contained. At this point, it will quite literally obliterate flesh that it touches and can be quite gory to witness.
Starfall: For the tougher Sickened like infected Giants that won’t quite die even after several Lunar Rays there is Starfall. After a hit from Lunar Ray, targets are marked and Ramone is capable of blasting them with a pillar of energy from the heavens. Although powerful, the spell is also incredibly draining and a single use is often enough to put Ramone out of the fight.
Currently still in the middle of being mastered. It takes a bit of time to fully charge up, and even then the pillar forms slowly at first and is followed up by a powerful burst. That means unless his target is immobilized, they will generally escape the area as the first few painful beams form prior to the full power that comes with the pillar.
Exicus Runes
Turn Familiar (Life Drake): A miniature-sized Drake that can comfortable drape itself over Ramone's shoulders with scales the hue of blood. Not too common, these creatures are prized for their calming presence and ability to bolster the health of those that spend time around these mysterious creatures. They are very calm and gentle creatures that love to be showered with affection and will approach other creatures on their own accord. How they sustain themselves is a question nobody's quite sure the answer to, and it is questionable if these beings even die natural deaths.
With the Land: By offering a continuous flow of blood, Ramone is able to appease the spirits of the land he is in and have them accept him as their own. This renders him essentially undetectable as he blends in with his surroundings seamlessly. The only remainder of his trace is the heavy scent of blood, far more powerful than usual.
Additional Notes: Has consumed a minor alchemic potion that improves his eyesight and granted him the ability to see in conditions with even almost no light.
Spaghetti is alright he supposes. |
46,056 | 1,248 | 14 | 2,608 | 360 | It seems that taking this task lightly would be a mistake seeing that it will be unpredictable and Lazarus has repeatedly said so. As they silently walked through the gloomy market Aelar looked around hoping to see something interesting or useful. He was disappointed. Eventually they came to a stop outside a pub which was definitely an improvement.
Lazarus said they are staying for 15 minutes, so he must be getting something that will be helpful for the mission. Probably some information or a special item of some sort, either that or he is just hungry which is unlikely. Though the thought of a warm meal in a local pub is appealing.
Nudging Willo back, "I prefer cracking more than just the skulls but I'm always up for some beast head-bashing." Seeing that Ramone following Lazarus, "Sounds like a good idea I could do with a warm meal right about now," Aelar follows Ramone "You coming Willo?" he adds as he stops to see if Willo will follow | Name: Aelar Starseeker
Nicknames: Star
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 22
Appearance: Aelar is neither exceptionally tall nor muscular at the height of 1.9 meters (about 6’ 2”) and the weight of 90kg (about 200lbs.). He has short relatively unkempt black hair crowning his head. A square jaw and prominent nose are quickly noticed, but are even more quickly ignored on seeing his unusual silver-gray irises. His elvish blood is noticeable in his pointed ears. He inherited his tan skin from his father.
He generally wears an enchanted mail vest under his altered Hunter clothing. His Hunter equipment is all black and is made from Great Bear leather, making it tough yet light and flexible so as to leave the movements of his weapons unimpeded. He wears a necklace with a silver-gray gem in the center of his mother’s family crest, a sword carried by an eagle.
Biography: The son of a Human Hunter and the daughter of a Dark Elf Merchant; Aelar’s life has been an interesting one. When his maternal grandfather requested the Hunter’s Guild to send two or three Hunters to protect a large shipment of Star-metal headed through territory well known for containing Beasts. Aelar’s father was part of the three-man squad tasked with protecting the shipment. Aelar’s mother, extremely beautiful, caught his father’s eye with her graceful manner and humility. As they went along they talked and found that they shared many interests, the greatest of these was a fascination with the stars. As was expected the caravan received multiple attacks from Beasts but with help from the elven mages, led by Aelar’s maternal uncle, the Hunters were successful in protecting the shipment. Aelar’s father left the guild and became a body guard for the Dark Elf family. As a bodyguard he became closer to Aelar’s mother and after a few years they were married.
After Aelar’s birth, his father determined that his son would be a Hunter when he grew up. When Aelar turned 5 his father started to teach him the basics of using the sword, drilling them into him day after day. This went on till the day Aelar turned 8. On that day his father told him to choose one of two paths, the attacker or protector, this choice would shape what sword he would use as well as the Vitae spells he would be taught by his mother. He chose the path of the protector using a greatsword or sword and shield and using spells that strengthen his allies. By 10 years old he was relatively proficient in both his sword style and spell usage. His father began to take him when protecting trade caravans to build his battle experience. When his father determined he was ready he headed to the Hunter’s Guild and was accepted because of his battle experience and skillful use of support spells. It is now time for his final task before officially becoming a Hunter.
Personality: Aelar is outgoing, and will even try to make friends with those who do not like him or have wronged him. However he is not naive as he has had quite a bit of experience with people. He is straightforward but not tactless; he knows some things shouldn’t be said. He is extremely loyal to his allies and vicious towards those who threaten them.
Strengths: He is skilled in defensive fighting. Aelar has an innate sense of where to move his shield to block after fighting many battles, this is not always accurate but has saved his life on multiple occasions. His control over his sword is very precise allowing him to parry and counter attack against multiple foes.
Weaknesses: His movement speed is not very quick and he is not very agile. Being a defensive fighter weakens his killing power making him have to rely on allies to finish the job generally. His spells slowly use his mana over time making it very important that enemies are taken care of before he runs out.
Weapons:
Templar’s blade: A greatsword that can shift the upper part of the blade down a to the sides making it become a shield
Starlight: A relatively simple longsword with a silver-gray gem embedded in the hilt. It is a family heirloom from his mother’s side that he received as his uncle has no children.
Vitae Spells:
Mana-Equalization: A spell that uses Aelar’s mana to replenish his allies while draining it slowly as long as he uses it.
Blazing-light: A spell that strengthens the targets attacks both physically and magically it like Mana-Equalization it is a slow mana drain instead of a single cast.
Exicus Runes: 'Turn Familiar' His familiar is an Earthfire Drake a relatively common species among lesser drakes. Earthfire Drakes range from 4 meters (about 14ft) to 6 meters (about 20ft) from head to tail and their tails generally take up around a third of their length. They are quadrupeds with tough reddish-brown scales and the scales on their tails tend to be extremely sharp.
Additional Notes: He likes spaghetti but enjoys pizza more. |
46,057 | 1,248 | 15 | 1,638 | 513 | You betcha!" Willo chimed, following along after Aelar.
Ramone, Aelar and Willo dodged the few overly intoxicated men as they nearly threw themselves at them and any other object they could grasp in their immediate surroundings to prevent an unplanned rendezvous with the street pavement. As they neared the entrance of the pub they came close enough to the two hunters as to overhear their conversation if they listened at all.
“Alright, then we won’t, beverage.” The more muscular of the two said.
“I told you, stop calling me beverage. I don’t drink that much either.” The other retorted rather annoyed.
“Fine, Lord of darkness, I’ll stop.” He continued poking fun at his fellow hunter. And the other hunter promptly rose his fist at him. “I dare you. Call me some weird name one more ti-“
The hunter was interrupted as the other one turned to face Aelar, Willo and Ramone as they were just about to enter the pub.
“Ayy, you three. You’re part of that bigger group who were passing through, right? You don’t seem to be from around here. Turned quite a few heads, especially the cutie." He glanced at Willo as he said the last part. "You wouldn’t be heading towards castle Bloodleaves by chance, would you? If you are, word of caution. I hear . . . someone . . . let a lot of beasts loose. And I mean a lo-“
The other hunter hindered him from continuing with a friendly shove to the side. “Oh c’mon, stop scaring the kids, dumbass.” He then turned to the three as well. “Don’t listen to him, he blabbers sometimes.”
"Perhaps," Ramone offered vaguely, but in a polite enough manner as he bowed slightly towards the senior Hunters. "Is there anything you can tell us about the Beasts within? Dangerous varieties to look out for? Any odd situations like your friend "blabbered" about? " He asked, hoping the locals would have pertinent info to offer.
"Well there was one thing that caught my attention." The more muscular of the two began. "They were talking about this tall and slender creature." He trailed off. "I don't know, it's just stuff that I heard around the pub. Though they said it had a tendancy to . . . get in your head." The hunter rubbed his chin as he contemplated on that further. "Ever hear of creature being that smart?" He questioned before the other hunter rebuked at that once more. "Man, you heard that from one of the drunker hunters, you really gonna believe what he says. He must've been more of blabber mouth than you."
"I see," Ramone muttered with a nod as he contemplated about what the Hunter had told him. "Perhaps magic of some sort? In any case, thank you for the warning." Even if it was nothing like the man's friend was making it out to be, it didn't hurt to be aware of such a possibility. "Is there nothing else?"
The hunter rested his finger on his chin. "Nope, not that I could think of. Anyways, have a good one."
And the two returned to enjoying their own alcoholic drinks just outside the entrance of the pub.
Inside the pub the atmosphere felt even warmer than outside. Both literally and figuratively speaking. It was really hot inside. And full of cigar smoke. Crowded tables and unconscious people were strewn to the left and side of the entrance in a disorderly fashion leaving something of a curvy aisle open from the entrance to the counter, also with a sizable amount of people delving into their alcoholic assortments. Cheers and moans of amusement, pleasure and joy echoed throughout the room, just the same as arguments that seemed like they could sprawl a brawl at the snap of a finger. If the three thought the outside of the pub was crowded, they could mistake the inside for a mid-day sale at the market. The reddish lighting also added to the warm atmosphere. It was unlikely that this place served any food but that didn’t mean they couldn’t ask.
At the right of the counter towards the corner of the room was another door that no doubt lead to a staff only area. Half obscured by the open door was a woman who wore the garments of a typical waitress at the locale. The most interesting aspect about her was that she wore an eye-patch as well. That could surely equate to an interesting story. Standing in front of her was none other than Drake himself. They seemed to be amidst a heated argument, the sound of it only shrouded by the crowd of people. Or to be more precise, the waitress was doing the arguing. Drake maintained his calm disposition per his usual. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,058 | 1,248 | 16 | 1,372 | 1,641 | The disturbing, and seemingly disturbed trinity of man, scorpion, and... something else covered its' primary array of eyes at Alex's flare, gurgling something in pain. It screeched, and retreated backwards some, into the bushery. Of course, as it devastated the shrubbery just a moment ago, it wasn't exactly well-hidden or anything. Its' thick, viscous bile, a sickly green, continued emanating from its' various mouths, making patches where grass wouldn't grow again for weeks.
Meanwhile, further on the same path, Sapphire's new compatriot, Arnold, stopped cold. He turned his head to the left, and to the right, taking in the air. Sapphire could hear something in the distance... it seems like they were picking up the same thing, in their own ways. Arnold seemed to.. laugh? A short one, but authentic nonetheless. "About time! We passed them, must've waited for juicier prey, considering what I'm sensing. ...What, do you do too?"
Ah, seems like Arnold's getting suspicious of Sapphire himself, already. Great.
Sapphire frowned at Arnold. "Yes. I can hear it."
"Hmm... I smell it. It's hard to describe... Most of the people I know of who can do it just call it... the smell of fear, nervousness? Eh, it doesn't really matter does it? We have prey to hunt! I'll race you there, hahahah!", Arnold quickly bolted off, dragging that glorified circular iron slab behind him, its' little spikes making tracks in the dirt pathway...
Sapphire rubbed the back of her neck only then realizing she had her hood off the entire time. With one hand she pulled her hood over head while with the other she reached for her kris.
'I'm not in the mood', she thought and sighed mentally before beginning to jogg, following Arnold.
A few tense moments passed, the Scorpion-Beast just beggining to recover from its' eyes being exposed to a tiny sun for a split-second or two, until Imgor and Alex could sense movement in the distance coming towards them, two people. A bit too far away to tell whom exactly, yet. The Beast itself focused on producing more of that corrosive element and recovering. | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,059 | 1,248 | 17 | 1,469 | 281 | Thankfully Imgor wasn't looking in Alex' direction as the flare ignited, so he remained unaffected.
With the knife in his hands, he attempted to circle the beast, using the tracking spell to know its position while he did his best to not be noticed by the beast. If he could successfully get behind the beast, he would grab its stinger, jab a knife into a joint of its tail, turn the knife sideways to cut through most of the joint, and then rip off the stinger, in case it was still connected. Without its stinger, the beast had lost one weapon, and in case Imgor wouldn't loose the stinger in the battle, he also had a poisonous weapon for future fights.
The beast would most likely try to attack him the instant he grabbed the stinger. He would have to get away from the beast as quickly as possible, if he didn't want to end up as beast-food. | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,060 | 1,248 | 18 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander some Imgor's intention and slowly began moving forward towards the beast, making sure not to step into any pools of acid. He waved Larion away, he didn't want the ironback getting into a fight with this thing, it was just too dangerous. Alex carefully took out his shotgun and moved in on the beast in synch with Imgor. Alex's ears twitched as he sensed movement behind him, a quick glance revealed two people making their way here somewhat hastily. As much as Alexander would've liked to wait for them he couldn't leave Imgor out to dry. As soon as Imgor grabbed for the stinger Alex would blast the Scorpion-beast-thingy in the face and retreat. Larion whined and waited, ready to jump into the fray at the first sign of his master needing protecting. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,061 | 1,248 | 19 | 1,524 | 552 | Willo
Willo couldn't help but grin wide at the pub's interior. So many people, so many things happening, all of them varying degrees of entertaining, but entertaining all the same. A wave of cheering took over the room and she found herself whooping along with the other patrons, but her excitement took on a devious edge. She saw drunken arguments forming, bubbling up onto the cusp of confrontation, and couldn't resist the urge to egg things on.
"You gonna let him say that?" she'd chime to one, and "He's gonna swing!" to another. Whether the voice of one girl amidst the sea of shouts and hollers would make any difference, she didn't stay to find out. Instead she kept close to Ramone and Aelar, and eventually found herself meandering over to the counter.
"Just a cup'a water for me, thanks," she said to the tender, plopping herself down into an open seat. She drank in quick sips, as though she was more interested in wetting her tongue than actually hydrating. "This was a good idea. Ramone, you have good ideas, you know that?"
Perhaps it should have been difficult to spot Lazarus in the chaos of the pub, but the fact that he was more or less secluded in addition to having seen him nearly every day for years took away most of the difficulty. From her angle she couldn't see the one-eyed woman, but it did look like he was having a chat with someone. A friend? A girly, maybe? She always wondered what sort of folk interested the statuesque man. But it was more than likely some contact or another, maybe regarding their mission. Being close to the castle, someone was bound to know something worthwhile about Bloodleaves, aside from the fact that it was super spooky.
"'Ay guys, look," she said, nodding towards their teacher. "Who do ya think he's talkin' to?" | Willo Luelle
Race
Half-Harpy
Age
20
Appearance
Spindly with many sharp features, Willo appears very outwardly human, with few if any notable, visible traits denoting her heritage. She’s just below average height, with short-chopped black hair (which bears a crimson streak running the side) and wide, green eyes that hold far more innocence than one in her profession deserves.
Her outfit is fairly standard for a hunter, with a few personal touches added over time. Her coat is bound tight at the waist by a sash, and upon the garment as a whole are a very faint series of words that one might strain to see in anything less than bright light. They have no correlation with each other, and generally seem nonsensical, forming no sentences. She actively refuses to discuss their meaning.
Perhaps the most important thing to note about Willo is that she drew the short end of the genetic stick, so to speak. While not showing any outward signs of her Harpy blood, the truth is she has very avian bones. Lacking the density of a human’s (though not quite hollow and brittle), she is featherlike as a result, and cannot sustain much trauma compared to others.
Biography
Willo was born in Straneyeth to human parents, who themselves had Harpy elders in their genepool. Her mother had brilliant wings, while her father had sharp talons, and so when she was born they were both surprised to see no traces of their ancestry at all. It did not take long for them to realize the frail nature of their daughter, and so they sheltered. Never allowed outside, never allowed to roughhouse, never allowed to get too hyper in fear of the danger she might cause.
This worked for roughly nine years, at which point the girl had developed quite the devilish personality. One night she ran from home, and her parents spent a good hour chasing their surprisingly swift daughter. When they caught her, it became apparent that, while frail, she was not weak.
From then on, her hunter father and alchemist mother expanded her teachings to far more interesting things. She learned to craft a myriad of poultices and salves, and how to wield a weapon in such a way that it’s weight and momentum could be used as a benefit (though the star-metal later removed that risk). By the time she was budding on womanhood, the girl was a practiced fighter, prided by both her parents and the town in which she lived.
It was also during this time that the plague struck her home.
What happened in this brief blotch in history is unknown, but in the end only Willo and her father emerged. The latter quickly went into seclusion, a veritable hermit by current times, but Willo turned her focus almost immediately to the guild, an unsettling conviction driving her.
Personality
Outgoing and generally cheerful, Willo believes that if she keeps a smile on her face it will make it easier for others to smile too. Happiness to her is an unfortunately rare commodity in the plague-times, but that doesn’t stop her from making light of nearly every situation, and this goes to a fault. She’s used to people telling her to shut up when she makes an ill-timed joke, though it’s quite hard to hurt her feelings, and she understands that sometimes laughter isn’t the best medicine.
That said, it’s rare to catch Willo in a serious mood, mostly because she hates being the downer. The flipside to being the cheerful creature she is, is that it’s quite an easy tell when something’s amiss with her: just look for the absence of a smile.
Lastly, while not explicitly hateful towards the people of Kiruth, a traditional Straneyeth upbringing has left her somewhat cynical of their abilities. Of course this normally just comes off as playful ribbing, and she doesn’t think she could ever hate someone simply because of where they’re from.
Strengths
Willo has two major things going for her: she’s very fast, and very agile. In combat her fighting style focuses almost entirely around close-range skirmishing, striking when optimal and dodging instead of blocking whenever possible. She’s fond of using the environment to her advantage, and can often be seen scaling walls/buildings/anything taller than her because if it didn’t want to be climbed on it shouldn’t have been tall. As well, a pension for utilizing this technique on larger opponents, and a general gutsy up-close style lead to some viewing her as fearless. The connotations of this come in a variety of good and bad colors.
Weaknesses
What Willo has in speed, she severely lacks in strength. Due to the reduced density of her bones, most if not all of her strikes lack a necessary “oomph” to get the intended job done. While the “assisting” abilities of her weapon help to cover this weakness a bit, should she be disarmed there is little she can do besides avoid her opponent.
Weapons
~Cinderwill~
A fairly basic design, the standard form consists of a long, curved handle and blade. Upon twisting a segment of the handle, it extends to staff-length, while the blade snaps down to form a long axe.
Due to Willo’s lack of physical strength, she often has trouble slicing far into or through beasts on her own. To compensate, the edges of the blade have been inlaid with a highly flammable, slow to burn substance that, upon ignition, effectively super-heats the metal and allows for her to carve through flesh and bone with standard and relative ease. On the pommel of the weapon’s handle is a trigger, which must be struck (i.e. on the ground/wall/etc…”) to heat the blade.
While there is no active fire emanating outward, the edges are red-hot, and sparks/flares can emit from contact with hard surfaces.
When not in active use, Cinderwill is kept in a fat, rectangular sheathe on her back, and in cases where she fears she might lose hold of it, there is a thin link she can bind to her wrist from the handle. While not a full-proof plan, it’s better than potentially being disarmed and effectively useless.
Vitae Spells
--Flitter--
The edges of Willo's form become obscured, and her movements –particularly dashes—are done in quick wisps of black smoke. This effectively makes her intangible in brief blinks of time, which cannot be extended by any means. The spell uses minimal mana, meant to be fired off in multiple bursts, however the cost goes up exponentially over time.
Exicus Runes
--Turn Familiar--
Willo’s familiar, a crow with a sharp iron guard affixed to its beak. Popla is a free spirit and Willo tries not to tether her much. If the bird wishes to be around, she’s welcome, and when she wants to go off and explore, she’s free to do so. When needed, Willo sends Popla off on scouting expeditions, or has her deliver messages via parchment, and in certain situations the crow’s sharp talons and steel beak can come in handy.
Additional Notes
Yes actually she fucking loves spaghetti nomph nomph nomph |
46,062 | 1,248 | 20 | 2,798 | 1,688 | Ramone didn’t pay too much attention to his partners to his regret, and whirled around when he heard Willo call something out into the crowd. The crowd didn’t manage to mask her voice, but it did make them impossible for him to make out. Hopefully that applied to the intended recipients of the harpy’s words as well. Given he wasn’t sure what she had said, Ramone simply scrutinized his partner for a moment before he continued on his way to the counter.
“I do,” he remarked dryly at the her praise before he turned to the tender and asked about any food they might have had. Disappointingly enough, but not unexpected, there was none to be found at the moment and Ramone clicked his tongue. He settled for a cup of water like Willo had and sipped at it slowly as his eyes wandered over the crowd just in case any of the contained chaos made its way over towards their direction.
At her prompt he turned to look at their instructor by the doors that led further into the building. It wasn’t easy to miss Lazarus, even with the crowd, but he didn’t deem it too important to poke his head into the senior Hunter’s business. Given he was in her way, it wasn’t too surprising she was unable to see the waitress arguing against their instructor. One-sided as expected given the man’s reaction, or lack thereof. “See for yourself,” he murmured as he stood to get out of her way. “I’m going to see if there’s some place for food around here. It’s a port town… or was. Maybe someone’s still open like in the old days or something.” | Name: Ramone Truvo
Nicknames: Shooter Afar
Race: Vanilla Human
Age: 22
Appearance: Of average height, Ramone has a build that suits his combat style, namely that of an acrobat. Plenty of lean muscle and a wiry physique overall. Rather long dirty blonde hair, light green eyes, and sharp facial features. Fair skin with almost no blemishes or marring aside from calloused hands make sense when considering his fighting style.
His attire is an enchanted set of the Hunter outfit that doesn’t look any different from the regular issue. It’s been enchanted through Exicus magic to remain warm and clean regardless of what sort of environment Ramone finds himself in through his travels, a true blessing of convenience and comfort he has learned to appreciate while his peers suffer.
He also has a set of glasses that are also enchanted to help regulate his eyesight when not in combat, reducing unnecessary strain on his eyes.
Biography: Born to one of the many clans that made up the Nu, Ramone grew up well suited for the nomadic lifestyle. Energetic when his parents needed to devote their full attention to something other than minding him, but always obedient and ready to listen. He was a handful as all children are, but a relatively small one, quite easy to grasp.
Like most other members of the Clan, Ramone learned how to use a bow from a young age and proved to be rather talented. He picked up technique quickly and honed his skill methodically under the guidance of his trainers, enthusiastic and taken with the sensation of the on-target shot.
Thus it was only natural that as he grew older he became one of the hunters for the Clan. He learned how to track his prey, read the signs his surroundings presented, and much more. It was also during this time that he made his first contact with the spirits that inhabited this world, eking out the foundation for his current spell.
While he had never dealt with the Plague personally, Ramone felt a compulsion to join the actual Hunters Guild when they came into contact with the Clan for the purpose of seeking volunteers. He offered himself up to the task, passed the tests, endured the training, and is now on the verge of claiming the title of Hunter for himself.
Personality: Generally the quiet and gentle one in any group of Hunters. Ramone doesn’t take any pleasure in killing the Sickened as some of his compatriots might, but understands it is a necessary task and one that frees victims of its suffering. The only reason he fights is because he can and thus he has a responsibility to. His clear head and calm disposition make him well suited for his position and fighting style even if others label him as somewhat cold. It does take a certain type of person to watch their comrades fight for their lives and continue to wait for that perfect moment after all.
Strengths: One of the Guild’s better marksman for his relative inexperience and newness to the job. Well… some would debate that claim and just call him a good combination of archer and Vitae magic user, not remarkably in either field alone.
He’s pretty good at living on the road. From hunting to cooking and setting shelters, he’s done such things enough that they could be called routine. He’s also nice enough to do such things for his companions without giving them any trouble for it.
Weaknesses: Quite obvious, but Ramone needs to keep his enemies at a distance. His weapons, his magic, his skills are all oriented around mid to long range combat. If forced into a melee, he isn’t helpless, but is at an noticeable disadvantage.
Doesn’t tend to last very long if he decides to use Revantin’s bow form. While in better shape than the vast majority of the populace thanks to his task as a Hunter, the drain of utilizing Vitae magic is still quite noticeable. While it’s generally no trouble against a couple of Sickened, against a sizable group he must manage and choose his targets carefully lest he run out of steam halfway through the fight.
Weapons
Revantin: A paired set of whip swords that can extend up to 10 ft. in length and allow for the user unparalleled control of this zone around them. Though not capable of devastating blows, Revantin is certainly a pair of weapons that can be used to strip away the life of Ramone’s foes in a flurry of blows that come from every direction.
Drawbacks would include the space that is required to gain full usage of the weapon; limitation in terms of height, length, or width of a space aren’t too crippling. Two of the three can render the weapons unusable though. As one might expect, they also require immense dexterity and coordination to properly use.
The two swords can be joined at the hilt to form the back of a rather powerful longbow if it were to be stringed. Ramone doesn’t bother with such things, and prefers to simply rely on the Exicus enchantment that imbues the weapon. It makes Vitae spells easier to cast and more reliable to not fail at inopportune moments.
Carries a short sword on the belt if he’s ever forced to defend himself and disarmed in a melee. The numerous gaps in Revantin, even at their shortest length, make them fairly easy to catch and rip away when compressed.
Vitae Spells
Lunar Ray: A spear of soft white light forms in Ramone’s hand and is thrown at an enemy. Possesses enough power to fatally injure an ordinary human if a direct hit to center mass is landed. When launched from Revantin in its bow form, the projectile crackles and sparks as if the power is barely contained. At this point, it will quite literally obliterate flesh that it touches and can be quite gory to witness.
Starfall: For the tougher Sickened like infected Giants that won’t quite die even after several Lunar Rays there is Starfall. After a hit from Lunar Ray, targets are marked and Ramone is capable of blasting them with a pillar of energy from the heavens. Although powerful, the spell is also incredibly draining and a single use is often enough to put Ramone out of the fight.
Currently still in the middle of being mastered. It takes a bit of time to fully charge up, and even then the pillar forms slowly at first and is followed up by a powerful burst. That means unless his target is immobilized, they will generally escape the area as the first few painful beams form prior to the full power that comes with the pillar.
Exicus Runes
Turn Familiar (Life Drake): A miniature-sized Drake that can comfortable drape itself over Ramone's shoulders with scales the hue of blood. Not too common, these creatures are prized for their calming presence and ability to bolster the health of those that spend time around these mysterious creatures. They are very calm and gentle creatures that love to be showered with affection and will approach other creatures on their own accord. How they sustain themselves is a question nobody's quite sure the answer to, and it is questionable if these beings even die natural deaths.
With the Land: By offering a continuous flow of blood, Ramone is able to appease the spirits of the land he is in and have them accept him as their own. This renders him essentially undetectable as he blends in with his surroundings seamlessly. The only remainder of his trace is the heavy scent of blood, far more powerful than usual.
Additional Notes: Has consumed a minor alchemic potion that improves his eyesight and granted him the ability to see in conditions with even almost no light.
Spaghetti is alright he supposes. |
46,063 | 1,248 | 21 | 1,638 | 513 | Aelar stuck around with the two as they entered the pub, however it didn’t look like he was paying attention to what was happening around him. In fact it almost seemed like he was in trance. He sat down next to the two at the counter and stared blankly at the beverages arranged on the shelves behind the tender. From the moment he entered the pub it felt like his actions were not his own. As if he wasn’t really there, but rather confined in his own mind.
“You alright? Want something to drink?”, the man behind the counter asked after bringing Willo's and Ramone's drinks. No response came and the tender quickly became distracted with other people that sat down and ordered drinks.
In the corner of the room the conversation between Drake and the waitress ended abruptly. The waitress turned her back to Drake. It looked like she said one more thing to Drake before slamming the door in front of him.
Drake simply stood in front of the door for a while. His right hand rose up and he began rubbing his temple. It was a habit the three had taken note of during their training. It usually indicated things were not going the way Drake had imagined it.
In the meantime, Aelar seemed to get into worse shape. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his face turned pale. His expression still blank and his breathing was slightly heavy. It wasn’t hard to notice that something was wrong.
To Aelar it sounded like the noises around him grew louder with every passing second. All the rambling surrounding him, accompanied by sounds of shifting chairs and glass smacking into more glass as men toasted and cheered. It became deafening to him. He couldn’t even think anymore. He felt like he would pass out any moment.
Drake turned around, his eyes scanned the room and quickly spotted Willo and Aelar sitting at the counter while Ramone was preparing to leave. His hand dropped from his temple and without wasting much time he walked up to them before Ramone had the chance to leave.
“We are done here. It is time to go.” He said while also giving Aelar an odd stare.
Drake's words seemed to overshadow everything Aelar was hearing, the deafening ambiance muffled by Drake's voice. It snapped Aelar out of the state he was in. The dizziness vanished instantly. Suddenly everything returned to normal. Aelar could finally think again and with that came another realization. He had no recollection of ever entering the pub. From the point he asked Willo to join them, up to when he started feeling sick his mind was completely blank.
Drake didn't even wait for them to get up. Before they even knew it, Drake was already outside waiting for the trio. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,064 | 1,248 | 22 | 2,608 | 360 | What was that? Aelar thought as he got up to follow Drake. Realizing where he was Aelar was initially startled as he did not remember entering the pub. The last thing he remembered is asking Willo if she was going to enter the pub and then a headache. He took a quick look around to attempt to identify the reason behind his "blackout", seeing nothing he touched the crest on his necklace as was his habit to do in confusing situations. Well whatever that was Drake seems to have taken care of it somehow.
As Aelar starts walking he gets the feeling of someone staring at him, but when he turns around he sees nothing which causes him to brush it off as him being jumpy. Turning to Willo "Well you ready to have a sleepover to kill for at a haunted castle?" he asks as they continue to walk. | Name: Aelar Starseeker
Nicknames: Star
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 22
Appearance: Aelar is neither exceptionally tall nor muscular at the height of 1.9 meters (about 6’ 2”) and the weight of 90kg (about 200lbs.). He has short relatively unkempt black hair crowning his head. A square jaw and prominent nose are quickly noticed, but are even more quickly ignored on seeing his unusual silver-gray irises. His elvish blood is noticeable in his pointed ears. He inherited his tan skin from his father.
He generally wears an enchanted mail vest under his altered Hunter clothing. His Hunter equipment is all black and is made from Great Bear leather, making it tough yet light and flexible so as to leave the movements of his weapons unimpeded. He wears a necklace with a silver-gray gem in the center of his mother’s family crest, a sword carried by an eagle.
Biography: The son of a Human Hunter and the daughter of a Dark Elf Merchant; Aelar’s life has been an interesting one. When his maternal grandfather requested the Hunter’s Guild to send two or three Hunters to protect a large shipment of Star-metal headed through territory well known for containing Beasts. Aelar’s father was part of the three-man squad tasked with protecting the shipment. Aelar’s mother, extremely beautiful, caught his father’s eye with her graceful manner and humility. As they went along they talked and found that they shared many interests, the greatest of these was a fascination with the stars. As was expected the caravan received multiple attacks from Beasts but with help from the elven mages, led by Aelar’s maternal uncle, the Hunters were successful in protecting the shipment. Aelar’s father left the guild and became a body guard for the Dark Elf family. As a bodyguard he became closer to Aelar’s mother and after a few years they were married.
After Aelar’s birth, his father determined that his son would be a Hunter when he grew up. When Aelar turned 5 his father started to teach him the basics of using the sword, drilling them into him day after day. This went on till the day Aelar turned 8. On that day his father told him to choose one of two paths, the attacker or protector, this choice would shape what sword he would use as well as the Vitae spells he would be taught by his mother. He chose the path of the protector using a greatsword or sword and shield and using spells that strengthen his allies. By 10 years old he was relatively proficient in both his sword style and spell usage. His father began to take him when protecting trade caravans to build his battle experience. When his father determined he was ready he headed to the Hunter’s Guild and was accepted because of his battle experience and skillful use of support spells. It is now time for his final task before officially becoming a Hunter.
Personality: Aelar is outgoing, and will even try to make friends with those who do not like him or have wronged him. However he is not naive as he has had quite a bit of experience with people. He is straightforward but not tactless; he knows some things shouldn’t be said. He is extremely loyal to his allies and vicious towards those who threaten them.
Strengths: He is skilled in defensive fighting. Aelar has an innate sense of where to move his shield to block after fighting many battles, this is not always accurate but has saved his life on multiple occasions. His control over his sword is very precise allowing him to parry and counter attack against multiple foes.
Weaknesses: His movement speed is not very quick and he is not very agile. Being a defensive fighter weakens his killing power making him have to rely on allies to finish the job generally. His spells slowly use his mana over time making it very important that enemies are taken care of before he runs out.
Weapons:
Templar’s blade: A greatsword that can shift the upper part of the blade down a to the sides making it become a shield
Starlight: A relatively simple longsword with a silver-gray gem embedded in the hilt. It is a family heirloom from his mother’s side that he received as his uncle has no children.
Vitae Spells:
Mana-Equalization: A spell that uses Aelar’s mana to replenish his allies while draining it slowly as long as he uses it.
Blazing-light: A spell that strengthens the targets attacks both physically and magically it like Mana-Equalization it is a slow mana drain instead of a single cast.
Exicus Runes: 'Turn Familiar' His familiar is an Earthfire Drake a relatively common species among lesser drakes. Earthfire Drakes range from 4 meters (about 14ft) to 6 meters (about 20ft) from head to tail and their tails generally take up around a third of their length. They are quadrupeds with tough reddish-brown scales and the scales on their tails tend to be extremely sharp.
Additional Notes: He likes spaghetti but enjoys pizza more. |
46,065 | 1,248 | 23 | 1,372 | 1,641 | Imgor got in behind the creature while it was recovering and grabbed its' stinger, the tail began waving wildly, and Imgor had to use all the strength of his arms to keep it away from himself, yet managed to hold on just long enough with one arm to cut it off. As he did, Alex fired off a blast from the shotgun he looted off of that 'Nawar' fellow a while back. The beasts' face was impacted by a dozen or two of small iron pellets, managing to blast off a mandible, even. After that, it quickly dashed to its' right and quickly re-acquired its' bearings.
After a moment, the creature leaped towards Alexander, pinning him down, and using its' left pincer to stab into his chest! Trapping its' target, it then began to produce its' mucus... But, before it could finish him off, The two from before revealed themselves to be Sapphire, and someone else they don't know the name of, but they could recognize him from the town, somewhere...
Out of nowhere, he leaped into the air and crashed down hard behind the scorpion-creature, preparing the unique, heavy greatshield he called his Switch-Weapon for a bashing. Quickly, he pushed the scorpion off with his shield. Afterwards, he jumped unto it and penetrated its' upper scales with the hidden spikes that revealed themselves on the rim of his barricade. Rotating quickly, they made a deep gash, but before he could do much else, the Beast threw Arnold off, and he impacted a tree, going unconscious for a bit.
Alexander was now severely wounded, Imgor was in a bad position, Arnold was unconscious, and Sapphire was just entering the fray. | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,066 | 1,248 | 24 | 1,469 | 281 | Imgor had problems to worry about, as he stood right behind the beast, and had probably aggreviated it too much. He had to get away from it, quickly.
Without time to think, his familiar reacted, and the ground directly below Imgor collapsed, causing him to fall into his mole's tunnel. The soil surrounding the hole wasn't too stable, and the hole quickly closed, leaving only a cone in the ground.
The collapse of the hole had also buried Imgor, but that is what usually what happens when you enter a tunnel by collapse, so his familiar was quick to dig him out without breaching the surface. If only he had his switch-weapon, this fight would be easy. The chitin plating of beats of this size usually doesn't stand a proper pickaxe swing, provided it hits. His bow was useless against the chitin, and the knife would only work against the joints between the plates, so he was left with 3 options:
staying underground and wait the fight out
attempting to stab the beast from below the ground
leaving the tunnels in a proper distance form the fight and then return
He attempted the 2nd option, and thus used the tunnels to get below the beast, and thrust the knife upwards through the soil. He constantly knew the beast's location using his tracking spell.
When breaching the surface with his knife-hand, Imgor felt something; foilage, mostly dry, lying on the ground. It sparked an idea: If he was to ignite the foilage on the ground, would the beast survive?
He couldn't tell if he had stabbed the beast, or failed at the attempt, or if the beast had even noticed it, however, Imgor retracted his hand until the fingers were barely touching the foilage. After telling his familiar to get out of the area and leave an escape route behind for him, he cast 'Minimal Sparks' to attempt to ignite a fire. He hadn't witnessed Arnold arriving, so when he checked if Alex was still nearby, which he wasn't, he completely missed the passed out hunter. If the fire did ignite, it would most likely spread uncontrollably within the near vacinity.
Imgor ended up casting the spell 3 times, before it got too hot for him to keep his hand up there. As he got away, he crawled through the tunnels as fast as he could, and as his arm wasn't in the tunnel's roof anymore, the ground below the beast, if it hadn't moved already, would likely collapse soon. | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,067 | 1,248 | 25 | 1,638 | 513 | Sapphire arrived far later as she wasn't in the mood for chasing after Arnold. The moment she stepped out into the clearing she regretted ever joining Arnold on his 'adventure'. Not only did she run into her team mates which she wished to avoid for the rest of the day, now Arnold was already knocked out too and Alexander was covered in blood. Sapphire couldn't even make out the source of the blood from where she was standing, and Imgor was also nowhere in her sight, however she had no doubt he was nearby as well.
Why? Why them? Why now?, Sapphire thought, frustrated.
And moreover she could feel dread creeping up her spine. The creature they were facing was a pretty big one, and definitely not pretty. However this wasn’t a plagued one, fortunately. She quickly refocused and with a flick of the wrist an air burst propelled her forwards towards Alexander.
Once she was close enough she opted for a technique she had used before and with great success too. A precise air burst between Alexander and the scorpion lifted up cloud of dust, obscuring both herself and Alexander from the creature’s sight.
She used the time to get to Alex and grabbed him from under his arms.
"C'mon!" she grunted as she began dragging Alexander away and into the cover of the forest.
In the meantime Ruby began doing low passes close to the creature to distract even further.
"Try to stay still." Sapphire told Alexander. She inspected his chest but it was covered in blood and as result she couldn't tell how severe the wound was. She looked at her cloak and hesitated for just a moment. She kind of liked it. And it wasn’t cheap. Unless Joshua decided to be as kind to them as he did before she doubted she’d be able to pay for a replacement herself. In the end it was her teammate and she wasn’t going to let him die despite harboring some misplaced ill feeling towards him, all thanks to Nickolaus. A few tears later the lower part of her cloak was now wrapped around Alexander’s chest. Even slightly lifting him up took some doing, however she had managed to wrap it all around him as he was lying on the ground. That should put him out of immediate danger, at least for now, Sapphire thought. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,068 | 1,248 | 26 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander cried out in pain as the pincer sank into his chest because he had been unable to retreat fast enough. He was forced to watch as the monster prepared to finish him off its corrosive mucus. Then the hunter with the strange weapon he'd seen earlier jumped in and beat off the beast with remarkable strength until was also thrown off. Alexander struggled to stand up futilely, Larion seeing his distress quickly bounded over and arrived at the same time Sapphire did.
Together, with Sapphire's impressive distraction they managed to get Alexander mostly out of danger. As Sapphire tore her cloak to stop the bleeding Alexander managed to cough out his thanks. "Thanks, not sure if I could've held out for a hole lot longer."
The weak quip was all he could manage at the moment and it helped him not focus on the stab in his chest. Hopefully that mandible didn't have any sort of toxin or poison on it. On a more serious note he said, "Please help Imgor kill that thing, Larion will do whatever you ask." the last part of that statement was aimed at Larion and the Iron-back nodded while whining worriedly. They couldn't leave that monster alive to savage any innocent travelers who happened to come by. He coughed up some more blood and applied pressure to his chest as best he could as he waited, hoping that the beast could at least be driven off quickly. If it came over here... well, hopefully it wouldn't. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,069 | 1,248 | 27 | 2,798 | 1,688 | “Or not,” he muttered as Lazarus seemed to finish up his business moments after he was about to leave the bar. With a sigh, he downed what water there was left in the cup and set it on the counter just as their instructor arrived. He glanced over at the other two, eyes narrowing a bit at Aelar’s slightly sickly look, but the elf seemed to be alright given the other boy was quick to follow on Lazarus’ heels. A forlorn rub at his belly took but a moment of Ramone’s time before he left the building with the others.
As the his two teammates talked amongst themselves, he turned his attention towards Lazarus and asked, “Straight to the castle now, or any other stops along the way?” While a bit curious to the older Hunter’s business, Ramone also knew there was no way he was going to get anything from their teacher that he hadn’t already planned to tell him. Not to mention it wasn’t in his nature to pry into things, unlike say Willo might. | Name: Ramone Truvo
Nicknames: Shooter Afar
Race: Vanilla Human
Age: 22
Appearance: Of average height, Ramone has a build that suits his combat style, namely that of an acrobat. Plenty of lean muscle and a wiry physique overall. Rather long dirty blonde hair, light green eyes, and sharp facial features. Fair skin with almost no blemishes or marring aside from calloused hands make sense when considering his fighting style.
His attire is an enchanted set of the Hunter outfit that doesn’t look any different from the regular issue. It’s been enchanted through Exicus magic to remain warm and clean regardless of what sort of environment Ramone finds himself in through his travels, a true blessing of convenience and comfort he has learned to appreciate while his peers suffer.
He also has a set of glasses that are also enchanted to help regulate his eyesight when not in combat, reducing unnecessary strain on his eyes.
Biography: Born to one of the many clans that made up the Nu, Ramone grew up well suited for the nomadic lifestyle. Energetic when his parents needed to devote their full attention to something other than minding him, but always obedient and ready to listen. He was a handful as all children are, but a relatively small one, quite easy to grasp.
Like most other members of the Clan, Ramone learned how to use a bow from a young age and proved to be rather talented. He picked up technique quickly and honed his skill methodically under the guidance of his trainers, enthusiastic and taken with the sensation of the on-target shot.
Thus it was only natural that as he grew older he became one of the hunters for the Clan. He learned how to track his prey, read the signs his surroundings presented, and much more. It was also during this time that he made his first contact with the spirits that inhabited this world, eking out the foundation for his current spell.
While he had never dealt with the Plague personally, Ramone felt a compulsion to join the actual Hunters Guild when they came into contact with the Clan for the purpose of seeking volunteers. He offered himself up to the task, passed the tests, endured the training, and is now on the verge of claiming the title of Hunter for himself.
Personality: Generally the quiet and gentle one in any group of Hunters. Ramone doesn’t take any pleasure in killing the Sickened as some of his compatriots might, but understands it is a necessary task and one that frees victims of its suffering. The only reason he fights is because he can and thus he has a responsibility to. His clear head and calm disposition make him well suited for his position and fighting style even if others label him as somewhat cold. It does take a certain type of person to watch their comrades fight for their lives and continue to wait for that perfect moment after all.
Strengths: One of the Guild’s better marksman for his relative inexperience and newness to the job. Well… some would debate that claim and just call him a good combination of archer and Vitae magic user, not remarkably in either field alone.
He’s pretty good at living on the road. From hunting to cooking and setting shelters, he’s done such things enough that they could be called routine. He’s also nice enough to do such things for his companions without giving them any trouble for it.
Weaknesses: Quite obvious, but Ramone needs to keep his enemies at a distance. His weapons, his magic, his skills are all oriented around mid to long range combat. If forced into a melee, he isn’t helpless, but is at an noticeable disadvantage.
Doesn’t tend to last very long if he decides to use Revantin’s bow form. While in better shape than the vast majority of the populace thanks to his task as a Hunter, the drain of utilizing Vitae magic is still quite noticeable. While it’s generally no trouble against a couple of Sickened, against a sizable group he must manage and choose his targets carefully lest he run out of steam halfway through the fight.
Weapons
Revantin: A paired set of whip swords that can extend up to 10 ft. in length and allow for the user unparalleled control of this zone around them. Though not capable of devastating blows, Revantin is certainly a pair of weapons that can be used to strip away the life of Ramone’s foes in a flurry of blows that come from every direction.
Drawbacks would include the space that is required to gain full usage of the weapon; limitation in terms of height, length, or width of a space aren’t too crippling. Two of the three can render the weapons unusable though. As one might expect, they also require immense dexterity and coordination to properly use.
The two swords can be joined at the hilt to form the back of a rather powerful longbow if it were to be stringed. Ramone doesn’t bother with such things, and prefers to simply rely on the Exicus enchantment that imbues the weapon. It makes Vitae spells easier to cast and more reliable to not fail at inopportune moments.
Carries a short sword on the belt if he’s ever forced to defend himself and disarmed in a melee. The numerous gaps in Revantin, even at their shortest length, make them fairly easy to catch and rip away when compressed.
Vitae Spells
Lunar Ray: A spear of soft white light forms in Ramone’s hand and is thrown at an enemy. Possesses enough power to fatally injure an ordinary human if a direct hit to center mass is landed. When launched from Revantin in its bow form, the projectile crackles and sparks as if the power is barely contained. At this point, it will quite literally obliterate flesh that it touches and can be quite gory to witness.
Starfall: For the tougher Sickened like infected Giants that won’t quite die even after several Lunar Rays there is Starfall. After a hit from Lunar Ray, targets are marked and Ramone is capable of blasting them with a pillar of energy from the heavens. Although powerful, the spell is also incredibly draining and a single use is often enough to put Ramone out of the fight.
Currently still in the middle of being mastered. It takes a bit of time to fully charge up, and even then the pillar forms slowly at first and is followed up by a powerful burst. That means unless his target is immobilized, they will generally escape the area as the first few painful beams form prior to the full power that comes with the pillar.
Exicus Runes
Turn Familiar (Life Drake): A miniature-sized Drake that can comfortable drape itself over Ramone's shoulders with scales the hue of blood. Not too common, these creatures are prized for their calming presence and ability to bolster the health of those that spend time around these mysterious creatures. They are very calm and gentle creatures that love to be showered with affection and will approach other creatures on their own accord. How they sustain themselves is a question nobody's quite sure the answer to, and it is questionable if these beings even die natural deaths.
With the Land: By offering a continuous flow of blood, Ramone is able to appease the spirits of the land he is in and have them accept him as their own. This renders him essentially undetectable as he blends in with his surroundings seamlessly. The only remainder of his trace is the heavy scent of blood, far more powerful than usual.
Additional Notes: Has consumed a minor alchemic potion that improves his eyesight and granted him the ability to see in conditions with even almost no light.
Spaghetti is alright he supposes. |
46,070 | 1,248 | 28 | 1,524 | 552 | Willo couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Ramone, poor guy just wanted something to eat. They could go somewhere after the test, at least, it wasn't like they were missing their last meal or anything. Thinking about it, perhaps she should have ordered something a bit more than water, but then there wasn't much use in fretting over supplies anyway. As far as she knew they had everything they'd need to last in the castle, assuming they didn't take forever.
Following along, Willo resisted the urge to ask Aelar and Ramone about Laz's demeanor. Instead, she looked to the latter of her teammates and cocked her head. He didn't look well, more confused, like he was wearing the wrong skin. She gave Aelar a gentle nudge as she rounded up beside him.
"Ay, you doin' alright? You look a lil' shitty." Her words were almost inhumanely blunt, but there was a clear air of concern in them. "Not gonna pass out on us in the castle, are you? Gonna be tough for me an' Ramone to haul you around and kill the beasties." | Willo Luelle
Race
Half-Harpy
Age
20
Appearance
Spindly with many sharp features, Willo appears very outwardly human, with few if any notable, visible traits denoting her heritage. She’s just below average height, with short-chopped black hair (which bears a crimson streak running the side) and wide, green eyes that hold far more innocence than one in her profession deserves.
Her outfit is fairly standard for a hunter, with a few personal touches added over time. Her coat is bound tight at the waist by a sash, and upon the garment as a whole are a very faint series of words that one might strain to see in anything less than bright light. They have no correlation with each other, and generally seem nonsensical, forming no sentences. She actively refuses to discuss their meaning.
Perhaps the most important thing to note about Willo is that she drew the short end of the genetic stick, so to speak. While not showing any outward signs of her Harpy blood, the truth is she has very avian bones. Lacking the density of a human’s (though not quite hollow and brittle), she is featherlike as a result, and cannot sustain much trauma compared to others.
Biography
Willo was born in Straneyeth to human parents, who themselves had Harpy elders in their genepool. Her mother had brilliant wings, while her father had sharp talons, and so when she was born they were both surprised to see no traces of their ancestry at all. It did not take long for them to realize the frail nature of their daughter, and so they sheltered. Never allowed outside, never allowed to roughhouse, never allowed to get too hyper in fear of the danger she might cause.
This worked for roughly nine years, at which point the girl had developed quite the devilish personality. One night she ran from home, and her parents spent a good hour chasing their surprisingly swift daughter. When they caught her, it became apparent that, while frail, she was not weak.
From then on, her hunter father and alchemist mother expanded her teachings to far more interesting things. She learned to craft a myriad of poultices and salves, and how to wield a weapon in such a way that it’s weight and momentum could be used as a benefit (though the star-metal later removed that risk). By the time she was budding on womanhood, the girl was a practiced fighter, prided by both her parents and the town in which she lived.
It was also during this time that the plague struck her home.
What happened in this brief blotch in history is unknown, but in the end only Willo and her father emerged. The latter quickly went into seclusion, a veritable hermit by current times, but Willo turned her focus almost immediately to the guild, an unsettling conviction driving her.
Personality
Outgoing and generally cheerful, Willo believes that if she keeps a smile on her face it will make it easier for others to smile too. Happiness to her is an unfortunately rare commodity in the plague-times, but that doesn’t stop her from making light of nearly every situation, and this goes to a fault. She’s used to people telling her to shut up when she makes an ill-timed joke, though it’s quite hard to hurt her feelings, and she understands that sometimes laughter isn’t the best medicine.
That said, it’s rare to catch Willo in a serious mood, mostly because she hates being the downer. The flipside to being the cheerful creature she is, is that it’s quite an easy tell when something’s amiss with her: just look for the absence of a smile.
Lastly, while not explicitly hateful towards the people of Kiruth, a traditional Straneyeth upbringing has left her somewhat cynical of their abilities. Of course this normally just comes off as playful ribbing, and she doesn’t think she could ever hate someone simply because of where they’re from.
Strengths
Willo has two major things going for her: she’s very fast, and very agile. In combat her fighting style focuses almost entirely around close-range skirmishing, striking when optimal and dodging instead of blocking whenever possible. She’s fond of using the environment to her advantage, and can often be seen scaling walls/buildings/anything taller than her because if it didn’t want to be climbed on it shouldn’t have been tall. As well, a pension for utilizing this technique on larger opponents, and a general gutsy up-close style lead to some viewing her as fearless. The connotations of this come in a variety of good and bad colors.
Weaknesses
What Willo has in speed, she severely lacks in strength. Due to the reduced density of her bones, most if not all of her strikes lack a necessary “oomph” to get the intended job done. While the “assisting” abilities of her weapon help to cover this weakness a bit, should she be disarmed there is little she can do besides avoid her opponent.
Weapons
~Cinderwill~
A fairly basic design, the standard form consists of a long, curved handle and blade. Upon twisting a segment of the handle, it extends to staff-length, while the blade snaps down to form a long axe.
Due to Willo’s lack of physical strength, she often has trouble slicing far into or through beasts on her own. To compensate, the edges of the blade have been inlaid with a highly flammable, slow to burn substance that, upon ignition, effectively super-heats the metal and allows for her to carve through flesh and bone with standard and relative ease. On the pommel of the weapon’s handle is a trigger, which must be struck (i.e. on the ground/wall/etc…”) to heat the blade.
While there is no active fire emanating outward, the edges are red-hot, and sparks/flares can emit from contact with hard surfaces.
When not in active use, Cinderwill is kept in a fat, rectangular sheathe on her back, and in cases where she fears she might lose hold of it, there is a thin link she can bind to her wrist from the handle. While not a full-proof plan, it’s better than potentially being disarmed and effectively useless.
Vitae Spells
--Flitter--
The edges of Willo's form become obscured, and her movements –particularly dashes—are done in quick wisps of black smoke. This effectively makes her intangible in brief blinks of time, which cannot be extended by any means. The spell uses minimal mana, meant to be fired off in multiple bursts, however the cost goes up exponentially over time.
Exicus Runes
--Turn Familiar--
Willo’s familiar, a crow with a sharp iron guard affixed to its beak. Popla is a free spirit and Willo tries not to tether her much. If the bird wishes to be around, she’s welcome, and when she wants to go off and explore, she’s free to do so. When needed, Willo sends Popla off on scouting expeditions, or has her deliver messages via parchment, and in certain situations the crow’s sharp talons and steel beak can come in handy.
Additional Notes
Yes actually she fucking loves spaghetti nomph nomph nomph |
46,071 | 1,248 | 29 | 1,372 | 1,641 | The Scorpion-Beast was stabbed in the 'gut' from the underside, confusing it and making it move a bit backwards. It saw tiny flashes of light coming in through a hole, and then felt very, very hot. The foliage was ignited and Imgor had to get out ASAP, which he promptly did. Now ON FIRE, the creature tried to put itself out, waving around wildly. Arnold seemed to wake up as the beast went past him, and the fire got on him too, beginning to burn his clothes. "HOLY FUCK!" he screamed, ripping off the cloth from his arm and throwing it at the scorpion creature, which was also, still on fire. "Nothing sets me on fire and lives! DIE, CREATURE!".
Arnold then rushed the thing and began a close-range fight, using his shield to block attacks, and then bashing it in the face. Of course, as both were heavily defended (And in the scorpions' case, very offensive as well) combatants, they were essentially in a stale-mate. Either way, the scorpion was a dead beast walking; For some reason, Beasts were even more vulnerable to fire then regular creatures. "Am I going to have to wait as this thing burns to death or what? Someone stab it already!", he quickly requested.
The fire, in any case, began to spread, and the environmental situation of Coalstrike obviously worsened. In the night, this was obviously going to be noticed by somebody. | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,072 | 1,248 | 30 | 1,638 | 513 | “Yes, we are going to the castle. We’ve wasted enough time here.” Drake replied to Ramone before heading for the exit.
It was probably time for them to leave anyways. While Aelar had his ‘event’ and the other two were focused on what Lazarus was doing, they failed to notice the commotion that had sparked behind them.
Without even glancing to his right side, Drake deflected a flying chair that sailed through the air from that direction and nearly hit both him and Aelar. It seemed Willo’s comments had not gone unnoticed. By the time the fifteen minutes were up an all-out brawl was the current onset of Willo’s remarks.
“You were going to swing at me, weren’t you?! Come here! I’ll bash your goddamn face in.” One barked.
“I wanna see you try.” The one sitting opposed to him snarled.
More chairs began flying. Tables were flipped. Glasses were smashed. And it didn't take long for people start 'sailing' through the air as well. What started at one table spread to the other ones like wildfire. Soon enough the pub looked like a battlefield. It was a mess.
A punch sent one of the intoxicated men tumbling straight towards Ramone's and Willo's general direction.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if the altercation inside was sparked by one of you three.” Drake commented dryly once outside of the pub.
Before Lazarus could leave the waitress with the eye-patch came running out of the pub and went straight to Drake, who standing on the street already away from the crowd at the entrance. Drake turned around as he heard the steps behind and the waitress stopped just a hair's breadth away from him as she looked a building behind Lazarus over his shoulder, their faces almost next to each other.
“He’s not there yet, but he will be in the morning. You owe me for this.” She told him, almost whispering, yet her tone was clearly one of annoyance.
"Noted." Was the only response Drake gave her before she stormed back into the pub.
Lazarus was about to head in the opposite direction from which they came from when two robed individuals stepped in front of him, both their faces obscured by their hood.
"For you, it ends here.", one of them said. There was no doubt what their intentions were. The only question remaining was why.
By now Drake expected at least one of his students to be outside of the pub and close to him, otherwise he knew he would look like an idiot blabbering to himself.
"You have trained a lot in the arts of combating various creatures, blighted and otherwise. But rarely have you had the chance to test your skills against human opponents. This would be the prefect opportunity." Hoping the hint was good enough he stepped backwards, leaving plenty of space around the two assailants. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,073 | 1,248 | 31 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander began a mix of crawling and limping back onto the main road, if Larion wasn't given any order by Sapphire he would quickly rush to Alexander's side and help him as best he was able. Alexander wasn't too keen on the idea of trying to recover from a stabbing in a forest fire and he couldn't exactly stop it or help kill the beast. Hopefully the rest of his team could deal with it and whoever that other hunter was. Obviously he was very skilled since he could handle that monster in close quarters combat. Of course, the hunter had his switch-weapon, which Alexander was woefully deprived off. Luckily Sapphire's cloak held strong and he wasn't bleeding anymore so Alex wasn't in any serious danger, at least not before he could find some serious medical help. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,074 | 1,248 | 32 | 1,469 | 281 | Iṃgor's familiar dug upwards near Alexander's and Sapphire's location, breaching the surface next to them. He quickly reentered the tunnel, and Iṃgor got back to the surface through the same exit.
"If we would have had our switch-weapons, this would likely not have resulted in a fire." He sighed.
"Anyways, I suppose we should enter the city before the fire is discovered, otherwise we might end up in big trouble, if it goes out of control. Maybe we should even use the gate on the other side of Coalstrike, just to be safe, and then wait the rest of the time in the hideout."
After a short pause Iṃgor continues: "I'll make us dinner there, if anyone is interested." | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,075 | 1,248 | 33 | 1,638 | 513 | Sapphire was about to go off and check on Arnold when she jolted as Imgor’s familiar dug his way out of the ground, not expecting him to come from there.
“I don’t think the fire was necessary to begin with.” Sapphire commented on the lack of their switch-weapons and the ensuing fire.
“Why would even come out here in the first place? It doesn’t matter, go make sure Alexander is alright.” Sapphire deliberately tried to get rid of Imgor as stood up, trying to listen for the creatures movements.
Although Imgor’s offer of a hot meal, the quarrel she and Nicholaus had at their hideout was still at back of her mind. Being apprehensive about the others in the group at first, she now had fully lost her trust towards them, despite this being Nicholaus’ fault.
Wariness of other people was in her nature from the beginning.
“I’ll check on Ar- I mean, the other hunter.” She corrected herself realizing they didn’t know him.
She didn’t plan on returning to the hideout after checking on Arnold. Not yet anyways. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,076 | 1,248 | 34 | 2,798 | 1,688 | He turned to follow their teacher and had to duck as a “good” old pub brawl got into full swing. “Got to be shitting me,” Ramone muttered quietly under his breath as he watched everything go to shit around him and Lazarus walk off without so much as a care. He side stepped the unsteady man and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, spinning around and throwing him back into the fray. “Move it.” With that said he hugged the wall and made his way over to one of the windows, throwing them open and leaving the pub that way rather than try to cut through the rowdy crowd towards the doors.
He was quick enough to round the corner as Lazarus left the doors, and scratched at the back of his head in annoyance. “Yeah, we’ve got a troublemaker...” he remarked as he looked around for the other two to see if they had made it out before he glanced towards the waitress that made her way over towards Lazarus. It was a bit hard to hear what was said, but in the end Ramone did manage to catch the brief exchange between the two. Again, he didn’t bother to question the meaning behind her words and instead just prepared to follow their teacher.
“Come on, really?” He really didn’t want to use his skills and training against the unblighted, but the pair seemed quite serious and rarely was Lazarus anything but. His hands fell down to grasp the hilts of Revantin on his belt, and he watched the two carefully as he called out for his teammates. Given that the weapons' sheaths looked no different from a regular longsword's, it seemed likely that he would be able to catch them by surprise. | Name: Ramone Truvo
Nicknames: Shooter Afar
Race: Vanilla Human
Age: 22
Appearance: Of average height, Ramone has a build that suits his combat style, namely that of an acrobat. Plenty of lean muscle and a wiry physique overall. Rather long dirty blonde hair, light green eyes, and sharp facial features. Fair skin with almost no blemishes or marring aside from calloused hands make sense when considering his fighting style.
His attire is an enchanted set of the Hunter outfit that doesn’t look any different from the regular issue. It’s been enchanted through Exicus magic to remain warm and clean regardless of what sort of environment Ramone finds himself in through his travels, a true blessing of convenience and comfort he has learned to appreciate while his peers suffer.
He also has a set of glasses that are also enchanted to help regulate his eyesight when not in combat, reducing unnecessary strain on his eyes.
Biography: Born to one of the many clans that made up the Nu, Ramone grew up well suited for the nomadic lifestyle. Energetic when his parents needed to devote their full attention to something other than minding him, but always obedient and ready to listen. He was a handful as all children are, but a relatively small one, quite easy to grasp.
Like most other members of the Clan, Ramone learned how to use a bow from a young age and proved to be rather talented. He picked up technique quickly and honed his skill methodically under the guidance of his trainers, enthusiastic and taken with the sensation of the on-target shot.
Thus it was only natural that as he grew older he became one of the hunters for the Clan. He learned how to track his prey, read the signs his surroundings presented, and much more. It was also during this time that he made his first contact with the spirits that inhabited this world, eking out the foundation for his current spell.
While he had never dealt with the Plague personally, Ramone felt a compulsion to join the actual Hunters Guild when they came into contact with the Clan for the purpose of seeking volunteers. He offered himself up to the task, passed the tests, endured the training, and is now on the verge of claiming the title of Hunter for himself.
Personality: Generally the quiet and gentle one in any group of Hunters. Ramone doesn’t take any pleasure in killing the Sickened as some of his compatriots might, but understands it is a necessary task and one that frees victims of its suffering. The only reason he fights is because he can and thus he has a responsibility to. His clear head and calm disposition make him well suited for his position and fighting style even if others label him as somewhat cold. It does take a certain type of person to watch their comrades fight for their lives and continue to wait for that perfect moment after all.
Strengths: One of the Guild’s better marksman for his relative inexperience and newness to the job. Well… some would debate that claim and just call him a good combination of archer and Vitae magic user, not remarkably in either field alone.
He’s pretty good at living on the road. From hunting to cooking and setting shelters, he’s done such things enough that they could be called routine. He’s also nice enough to do such things for his companions without giving them any trouble for it.
Weaknesses: Quite obvious, but Ramone needs to keep his enemies at a distance. His weapons, his magic, his skills are all oriented around mid to long range combat. If forced into a melee, he isn’t helpless, but is at an noticeable disadvantage.
Doesn’t tend to last very long if he decides to use Revantin’s bow form. While in better shape than the vast majority of the populace thanks to his task as a Hunter, the drain of utilizing Vitae magic is still quite noticeable. While it’s generally no trouble against a couple of Sickened, against a sizable group he must manage and choose his targets carefully lest he run out of steam halfway through the fight.
Weapons
Revantin: A paired set of whip swords that can extend up to 10 ft. in length and allow for the user unparalleled control of this zone around them. Though not capable of devastating blows, Revantin is certainly a pair of weapons that can be used to strip away the life of Ramone’s foes in a flurry of blows that come from every direction.
Drawbacks would include the space that is required to gain full usage of the weapon; limitation in terms of height, length, or width of a space aren’t too crippling. Two of the three can render the weapons unusable though. As one might expect, they also require immense dexterity and coordination to properly use.
The two swords can be joined at the hilt to form the back of a rather powerful longbow if it were to be stringed. Ramone doesn’t bother with such things, and prefers to simply rely on the Exicus enchantment that imbues the weapon. It makes Vitae spells easier to cast and more reliable to not fail at inopportune moments.
Carries a short sword on the belt if he’s ever forced to defend himself and disarmed in a melee. The numerous gaps in Revantin, even at their shortest length, make them fairly easy to catch and rip away when compressed.
Vitae Spells
Lunar Ray: A spear of soft white light forms in Ramone’s hand and is thrown at an enemy. Possesses enough power to fatally injure an ordinary human if a direct hit to center mass is landed. When launched from Revantin in its bow form, the projectile crackles and sparks as if the power is barely contained. At this point, it will quite literally obliterate flesh that it touches and can be quite gory to witness.
Starfall: For the tougher Sickened like infected Giants that won’t quite die even after several Lunar Rays there is Starfall. After a hit from Lunar Ray, targets are marked and Ramone is capable of blasting them with a pillar of energy from the heavens. Although powerful, the spell is also incredibly draining and a single use is often enough to put Ramone out of the fight.
Currently still in the middle of being mastered. It takes a bit of time to fully charge up, and even then the pillar forms slowly at first and is followed up by a powerful burst. That means unless his target is immobilized, they will generally escape the area as the first few painful beams form prior to the full power that comes with the pillar.
Exicus Runes
Turn Familiar (Life Drake): A miniature-sized Drake that can comfortable drape itself over Ramone's shoulders with scales the hue of blood. Not too common, these creatures are prized for their calming presence and ability to bolster the health of those that spend time around these mysterious creatures. They are very calm and gentle creatures that love to be showered with affection and will approach other creatures on their own accord. How they sustain themselves is a question nobody's quite sure the answer to, and it is questionable if these beings even die natural deaths.
With the Land: By offering a continuous flow of blood, Ramone is able to appease the spirits of the land he is in and have them accept him as their own. This renders him essentially undetectable as he blends in with his surroundings seamlessly. The only remainder of his trace is the heavy scent of blood, far more powerful than usual.
Additional Notes: Has consumed a minor alchemic potion that improves his eyesight and granted him the ability to see in conditions with even almost no light.
Spaghetti is alright he supposes. |
46,077 | 1,248 | 35 | 1,372 | 1,641 | Arnold continued blocking various attacks from the arachnid creature until it finally died due to the heat, losing the energy to keep itself upright and simply crashing into the ground. Arnold stepped backwards, visually made sure it was dead, then spat on the creature. "Dead as a doorknob! Let's go, Ms. Sapphire. So, these other two your friends? ... Now that I think about it, we should probably focus on getting 'Alexander' over there out of here. Feel free to leave by yourself, Ms. Sapphire, ladies first after all. 'Mr. Imgor', allow me to assist getting your friend out of here?"
Arnold went to help Alexander, he said to Imgor "If we work on him now he'll probably get infected, let's go someplace more.. sanitary. And less on fire.". With that, he picked up Alexander and slung him over his left shoulder, still dragging along his shield-based armament with his other hand. "So, where shall we be headed?"
Arnolds' advice of getting out ASAP was sound, for obvious reasons. The trio, alongside Arnold, got out of the vicinity of the fire and went a bit east to look slightly less suspicious of the deed. Most likely due to the fumes, the Trio could begin hallucinating a little, seeing shapes and movement that weren't there. Sapphire was hit the worst, due to being the smallest one. In her case, she thinks she could hear things. | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,078 | 1,248 | 36 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander sighed mentally as he was slung over the hunters shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Really he was- oh gawd that hurt- probably capable of getting around himself. Unless that cracking sound was a rib. Maybe not then. "We're going t-to town, it should be..." Alexander tried to find the town confused, he could've sworn it was just down the road there. And since when did the road get all curvy? "There?" Alexander half asked half directed pointing at what he was fairly somewhat confident was the direction of the town. Oh now he was slightly nauseous from all the spinning, he hoped they got there quickly, he would hate to have to vomit over his rescuer. This was embarrassing enough as it was. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,079 | 1,248 | 37 | 1,469 | 281 | Imgor coughed a little as the fumes got denser. "I have once seen a fire in dense, dry pine forest from a distance; the flames were as high as 4 trees on top of another, and moved faster than birds could fly away from them. I doubt this will happen here, but it is better to overestimate fire, especially when it is about life and death."
He was already running as fast as he could, the direction didn't matter, as long as it was away from the fire onto some patch of land, that was away from forest and other dense vegetation. | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,080 | 1,248 | 38 | 1,638 | 513 | Sapphire inhaled a decent amount of fumes and realized it probably wasn't a very sound idea to wander off alone through the forest.
However before even getting the chance to think about it any further, she and Arnold were already back with the others. Great, she thought. She still detested the idea of going back to the hideout after what had happened. Her thoughts were cut off as she began hearing other things among her own coughing and the sound of fire burning down trees.
"I don't think the beast was the last of them." She said as she was looking to her left and right trying to spot any movement. The look on her face made it clear she was distressed and confused, possibly as a result of the smoke she inhaled. All she saw around her was blur. She could feel her knees slowly giving way under her own weight. It didn't take long for her to collapse to her knees while they were on their way to the town. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,081 | 1,248 | 39 | 1,372 | 1,641 | Ms. Sapphire, I promise you'll be fine., Arnold reassured, "Let's just get out of here as soon as possible. I'd be your ruggedly handsome knight in shining armor and carry you out, but I'm already a bit busy on that front.". The group managed to get out of the worst of it, then shortly thereafter cleared it entirely. Of course, Sapphire herself was most likely still hallucinating. The visions got worse and she could begin seeing shapes that seemed to defy physics, before they began to wink out as the smoke dispersed.
...Were they really not there?
Arnold also chuckled a bit as Alexander tried to assist his pathfinding. "I appreciate it, 'Alex', but I do not require assistance. Feel free to rest.". The four hunters came back to town, using an entrance seperate from the main to shake off any suspicions. The three under Joshua managed to convey where their safehouse was, and Arnold deposited Alexander into the main room as the four funneled inside "Lovely place. Let's hope the city guard doesn't come barging in. I'd love to stay and chit-chat, but I believe my time is up.
He went to exit the door, and as he came clear of the frame, he dropped a bombshell; "Nawar has it out for you guys, you might want to watch your backs very closely from now on. I'm not a friend of his, but word spreads, you know?". He then left entirely, leaving the three to question. | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,082 | 1,248 | 40 | 1,469 | 281 | As he heard about Nawar wanting revenge, Imgor did a quick trace for him, just to make sure.
"I am somehow not surprised about this. Anyhow if you excuse me, I'll make us dinner now. I assume you'll want some too, Sapphire?"
Imgor disappeared into the kitchen after awaiting Sapphire's response, and started cooking. After such a fight, everyone had to be at least a littlebit hungry.
Due to his long time in the wild, he usually cooked and ate what he could find, so the food he prepares, while not tasting worse than most would expect, will taste a littlebit different than most people would expect, althought not being what would be called an "acquired taste". However, it was hard to find something edible Imgor couldn't prepare/cook somehow. | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,083 | 1,248 | 41 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander gave a sigh of relief as they finally arrived at the hideout and the bewildering fumes lost their effect. He lay on the couch and checked his wound. Luckily from what he could tell it wasn't anything major, it would probably heal in a couple of days. The unknown hunter's parting warning gave him some concern, apparently this Nawar wasn't just some random scoundrel. Alexander looked at Sapphire's cloak, now matted with blood regretfully. He pulled out his coin purse and emptied out enough to pay for it. Unfortunately he didn't have much of a nest egg so that was most of his money, oh well, he probably wouldn't need it. "Sapphire, I hope you stay with us. Even if you don't please take this to make up for your cloak, I'm sorry I ruined it." Alexander said hopefully. It was bad enough to lose one member but losing two would be insult to injury. Of course if Sapphire wanted to leave he was neither in the condition to or would stop her. Then again she wasn't looking so good since they'd made their way away from the fire. Alexander was glad Imgor seemed to know how to cook, Alexander could make meals but they were more eatible the delectable. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,084 | 1,248 | 42 | 1,638 | 513 | Sapphire frowned at what she considered to be a poor attempt at a pun on Arnolds part. However her expression quickly changed to a pained one. With one eye closed she took heavy steps, as they trekked all the way back to their hideout. As the rest entered it she considered forgoing her decision to return to the hideout anew. Yet she came to the same conclusion as before. She was in no shape of doing that right now. Rest and recovery was higher up on her list of priorities.
Once inside she could finally sit down and relax. However it seemed the world around her didn’t plan on giving her a break, even if just from a mental view point. As she felt like she was about to shut down mentally and possible doze off for a second, Arnold dropped the news on them. Nawar was now hunting them down. What had they gotten themselves into? Sapphire began suspecting that Arnold could have ties to Nawar despite him stating the opposite. She visibly grimaced as Arnold left. Nonetheless she actually hoped Arnold did have a link to Nawar. Because if he didn’t, the implications were far worse. If what Arnold said was true and he had come across the information by word of mouth, it indicated that Nawar was someone well known . . . and possibly more dangerous than he seemed at first.
Last time we took him off guard. If he manages to take us off guard and he might not be alo-, she though as a droplet of sweat rolled down her face only for her inference to be cut short by Imgors inquire. She stared at him dumbfounded as she refocused and processed what he had said as if having to change her thought pattern to accommodate for such a menial concept like eating.
“Oh, Uh, I’m . . . not really hungr-“ Sapphire didn’t even finish her sentence as a growling noise originating from her abdomen filling the room. She lowered her head partially hiding a light blush under her hood.
“I guess I won’t mind a light meal afterall.” She admitted, sighing in defeat.
Once Imgor left to prepare Alex offered to pay back the damage done to her cloak which she immediately refused.
“I didn’t really pay anything for it, since it was Joshua who actually payed for.” After that she pulled her knees up to her chest buried her face between them, disregarding the fact she hadn’t even take off her footwear, which were now resting on the couch. She pondered on the first thing Alex just told her. He hoped she’d stay with them. Sapphire wondered if he really meant it. She recalled her altercation with Nickolaus, and the fact that Arnold revealed he could possibly have ties to Nawar didn’t help with her trust issues. It would probably take some time before her faith in Alex, Imgor and other people she knew was restored.
But right now, that seemed to be one step closer.
“I’ll think about it.” She said quite a while later, not really making it clear that she was talking about her decision to leave.
Back in Kiruth, two men had made their presence and intentions clear to the group. However the situation was about turn far worse than expected. The two men let their cloak drop, revealing themselves. The left one looked fairly old, possibly in his fifties and was completely bald. He carried one of the most common switch-weapons known. A pistol with a long blade folded underneath the barrel that could flip upwards taking the shape of a sword. However, his armor was anything but normal. It had a metallic silver appearance covered with black lines which were clearly runes. The long haired blonde individual next to him, on the other hand had common and thin leather armor. He also carried a normal sword, yet on closer inspection it revealed to be thicker than a normal sword and was covered with horizontal openings.
Ramone reached for his blades preparing to strike, yet his attention was caught by a thud on the side of the road. Aelar who had just stepped outside of the pub collapsed to the ground for no apparent reason. Drake let a thin grunt as he turned to take in the sight of one of his students on the ground, clearly not expecting that. The two assailants took the opportunity to strike while their opponents were distracted. The one with the unique sword stepped forward first and swung his sword, making the purpose of the openings evident. Ice shards the size of a pencil were launched from the sword which Drake barely managed to dodge. While doing so he also managed to grab three of the shards between the fingers of his left hand, which he immediately threw at the other assailant. He quickly deduced the nature of the runes as the shards impacted the attacker’s armor which in turn caused no damage, instead resulting in flames at the point of impact. The shards melted on contact. Both assailants paused for a moment.
“Elemental armor.” Drake said nonchalantly as if he already knew all their secrets.
“Ramone please check on Aelar and make sure he is safe.” To which he received a short nod, yet a disappointed look as well since Ramone still wished to launch his surprise attack when the enemy least expected it.
Drake’s attention then switched to Willo who was just leaving the pub aswell after the others.
“Willo!” He said in a louder tone than usual as if expecting her to already know what needed to be done, which wouldn’t have been that hard to deduce. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,085 | 1,248 | 43 | 1,524 | 552 | The first thing Willo heard was Lazarus barking her name, after which she quickly saw Aelar on the ground, Ramone helping him out, and her mentor squaring off against two shady-looking dudes. For a brief moment she stood still, processing, but ultimately Laz had been right, it wasn't very hard to deduce what was going on.
She dashes towards the assailants, trying to decide which one she should focus. The older fellow had a nifty old Switch, and was probably handy with it, while the younger guy held on to something that looked more like a catalyst for spells than a proper sword. Then of course she had to take her mentor into account, and considering she had no idea how he fought, that was tough to do. She could close the gap to the spell-slinger with relative ease, but then would Laz be able to handle the gunblade wielder? If she went for the older man, could he deal with the range of the younger?
In the end, she chose to let Laz decide. Willo yanked Cinderwill from its sheath and cranked its handle, extending it to staff-length and shooting the blade down like an ax's. The new height made striking the base of the handle against the ground much easier, and as she darted in between the two men, the blade had heated well.
"Pick your poison!" she called to her mentor. Then, pivoting on her heel and torquing her body around, she swung the heated ax in a wide circle around her, aiming not explicitly to injure, but more to separate the two assailants from each other. | Willo Luelle
Race
Half-Harpy
Age
20
Appearance
Spindly with many sharp features, Willo appears very outwardly human, with few if any notable, visible traits denoting her heritage. She’s just below average height, with short-chopped black hair (which bears a crimson streak running the side) and wide, green eyes that hold far more innocence than one in her profession deserves.
Her outfit is fairly standard for a hunter, with a few personal touches added over time. Her coat is bound tight at the waist by a sash, and upon the garment as a whole are a very faint series of words that one might strain to see in anything less than bright light. They have no correlation with each other, and generally seem nonsensical, forming no sentences. She actively refuses to discuss their meaning.
Perhaps the most important thing to note about Willo is that she drew the short end of the genetic stick, so to speak. While not showing any outward signs of her Harpy blood, the truth is she has very avian bones. Lacking the density of a human’s (though not quite hollow and brittle), she is featherlike as a result, and cannot sustain much trauma compared to others.
Biography
Willo was born in Straneyeth to human parents, who themselves had Harpy elders in their genepool. Her mother had brilliant wings, while her father had sharp talons, and so when she was born they were both surprised to see no traces of their ancestry at all. It did not take long for them to realize the frail nature of their daughter, and so they sheltered. Never allowed outside, never allowed to roughhouse, never allowed to get too hyper in fear of the danger she might cause.
This worked for roughly nine years, at which point the girl had developed quite the devilish personality. One night she ran from home, and her parents spent a good hour chasing their surprisingly swift daughter. When they caught her, it became apparent that, while frail, she was not weak.
From then on, her hunter father and alchemist mother expanded her teachings to far more interesting things. She learned to craft a myriad of poultices and salves, and how to wield a weapon in such a way that it’s weight and momentum could be used as a benefit (though the star-metal later removed that risk). By the time she was budding on womanhood, the girl was a practiced fighter, prided by both her parents and the town in which she lived.
It was also during this time that the plague struck her home.
What happened in this brief blotch in history is unknown, but in the end only Willo and her father emerged. The latter quickly went into seclusion, a veritable hermit by current times, but Willo turned her focus almost immediately to the guild, an unsettling conviction driving her.
Personality
Outgoing and generally cheerful, Willo believes that if she keeps a smile on her face it will make it easier for others to smile too. Happiness to her is an unfortunately rare commodity in the plague-times, but that doesn’t stop her from making light of nearly every situation, and this goes to a fault. She’s used to people telling her to shut up when she makes an ill-timed joke, though it’s quite hard to hurt her feelings, and she understands that sometimes laughter isn’t the best medicine.
That said, it’s rare to catch Willo in a serious mood, mostly because she hates being the downer. The flipside to being the cheerful creature she is, is that it’s quite an easy tell when something’s amiss with her: just look for the absence of a smile.
Lastly, while not explicitly hateful towards the people of Kiruth, a traditional Straneyeth upbringing has left her somewhat cynical of their abilities. Of course this normally just comes off as playful ribbing, and she doesn’t think she could ever hate someone simply because of where they’re from.
Strengths
Willo has two major things going for her: she’s very fast, and very agile. In combat her fighting style focuses almost entirely around close-range skirmishing, striking when optimal and dodging instead of blocking whenever possible. She’s fond of using the environment to her advantage, and can often be seen scaling walls/buildings/anything taller than her because if it didn’t want to be climbed on it shouldn’t have been tall. As well, a pension for utilizing this technique on larger opponents, and a general gutsy up-close style lead to some viewing her as fearless. The connotations of this come in a variety of good and bad colors.
Weaknesses
What Willo has in speed, she severely lacks in strength. Due to the reduced density of her bones, most if not all of her strikes lack a necessary “oomph” to get the intended job done. While the “assisting” abilities of her weapon help to cover this weakness a bit, should she be disarmed there is little she can do besides avoid her opponent.
Weapons
~Cinderwill~
A fairly basic design, the standard form consists of a long, curved handle and blade. Upon twisting a segment of the handle, it extends to staff-length, while the blade snaps down to form a long axe.
Due to Willo’s lack of physical strength, she often has trouble slicing far into or through beasts on her own. To compensate, the edges of the blade have been inlaid with a highly flammable, slow to burn substance that, upon ignition, effectively super-heats the metal and allows for her to carve through flesh and bone with standard and relative ease. On the pommel of the weapon’s handle is a trigger, which must be struck (i.e. on the ground/wall/etc…”) to heat the blade.
While there is no active fire emanating outward, the edges are red-hot, and sparks/flares can emit from contact with hard surfaces.
When not in active use, Cinderwill is kept in a fat, rectangular sheathe on her back, and in cases where she fears she might lose hold of it, there is a thin link she can bind to her wrist from the handle. While not a full-proof plan, it’s better than potentially being disarmed and effectively useless.
Vitae Spells
--Flitter--
The edges of Willo's form become obscured, and her movements –particularly dashes—are done in quick wisps of black smoke. This effectively makes her intangible in brief blinks of time, which cannot be extended by any means. The spell uses minimal mana, meant to be fired off in multiple bursts, however the cost goes up exponentially over time.
Exicus Runes
--Turn Familiar--
Willo’s familiar, a crow with a sharp iron guard affixed to its beak. Popla is a free spirit and Willo tries not to tether her much. If the bird wishes to be around, she’s welcome, and when she wants to go off and explore, she’s free to do so. When needed, Willo sends Popla off on scouting expeditions, or has her deliver messages via parchment, and in certain situations the crow’s sharp talons and steel beak can come in handy.
Additional Notes
Yes actually she fucking loves spaghetti nomph nomph nomph |
46,086 | 1,248 | 44 | 1,372 | 1,641 | The rest of the night for Imgor, Alexander, and Sapphire was effectively uneventful. Whatever else they did, it was not interrupted by outside forces. Indeed, the week of waiting for their switch-weapons to be properly forged was quite uneventful, but it was likely a welcome change of pace, allowing them to relax and think about things.
Before they knew it, it appears the date arrived. A friday, it was, and they could, for some strange reason, simply feel that their proper tools were finished. A long, fulfilling partnership between man and metal was just about to begin. Their mentor warned them about this odd emotion. As long as anybody could remember, it appears that something just clicks in a Hunters' mind when their proper armament is finally forged and tuned to their specifications and desires. Perhaps its just how the world works? Maybe the sprites and spirits that assist the Hunters ensure that it happens? Whatever the case, it was an odd, permeating sentiment.
They should acquire their things. Joshua-"Daddy's home!"
...Was already there. He kicked open the hideouts' door, a happy look on his old face, and a surprisingly large bag of items followed him. This was odd, especially considering it was barely morning! He quickly plopped his ass down in the foyer and started reviewing the contents of his bag. "Oh!", he alerted as everyone was likely getting up, and seeing what the commotion was about "We'll likely get visitors! The friendly kind though." | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,087 | 1,248 | 45 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander woke up from his position on the couch and immediately snatched the shotgun at his feet and pointed it at the door before he realized who had broken in. "Ugh you scared me." Alexander complained as he yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He still hadn't forgotten that Nawar had it out for them, the shotgun he had was a constant reminder of it after all. He'd considered ditching it several times in case it could be traced but in the end had opted against it. Alexander then looked at the bag Joshua had with interest, "Did you bring presents for us?" he asked eagerly. The week of waiting for their weapons had left him slightly dissatisfied, like an itch he couldn't scratch. "And just what kind of visitors are we having" he inquired again, wondering who they could possibly have visit. Maybe Henry or some other old friends of Joshua. Larion merely laid at his feet, having passively glanced up at Joshua before laying his head back down on his front feet. After a lot of sniffing around the hideout Larion had quickly grown bored of the place and was eager for excitement. Alexander didn't like taking him out of the city either for fear of another encounter while he wasn't properly armed so Larion was cooped up in the hideout for most of the time spent waiting. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,088 | 1,248 | 46 | 1,372 | 1,641 | Joshua answered Alex's questions. "Yes, I pretty much brought presents! hehehe, you'll love them, I'm sure of it! On visitors, We're going to meet with an associate of mine on magic, get you juniors learning a few more tricks which is always good...". A few seconds of pause, "Oh! And we're going on a trip. Well, it's 'my' trip, but.. I think I'm going to need help with it."
The look on Joshua's usually carefree face was... interesting when he said that last part. He was being honest with that, which seemed to hurt him, just a little on some level. He quickly stopped, however, or at least masked it. "Genius fellow, that 'associate'. Very clever when it comes to Vitae and Exicus casting. Knows quite a few of magics' mysteries... In any case, I'll prep for all that here, you 'three' should talk to Harold and get your arms."
He called out to Amaryllis in particular, "Sapphire, we're going to have a conversation about what happened with Schulze as well. But that's for later.", for reasons obvious, somewhat angrily.
Now they'll get their Switch-weapons though! How exciting! | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,089 | 1,248 | 47 | 1,638 | 513 | Sapphire just woke up and slowly crept out of the room as Joshua entered. She laid her hand on the couch as she listened intently to what Joshua had to say about the switch weapons and the visitors they were going to have. And then it happened again. Another person who stood in front of her just to point fingers at her. But she would have none of it. Her hold on the material which embraced the couch tightened and for a split second she considered just storming out, which she would have probably done if it was anyone else. But she had great respect for him, however not as much as before, and that made her stay for some reason.
She glared at Joshua. “No. No! Not this time! If you’re planning on standing there pointing fingers at me, just like Nickolaus did! Just like everyone else has! Then you can save it, because I’m leaving!” The yelling stopped. “So what’s it going to be. It’s your choice.”
It seemed so out of character. Sapphire had never been so confrontational before. She’d rather run than confront someone on a matter. But she could keep doing that for so long before she broke. And she knew it. This was her way of facing the problem.
In Kiruth an all-out fight between hunters had broken on the street, clearing out everyone who was standing outside the pub, while the people inside were still oblivious of what was happening, rather busy with their own still ongoing brawl.
Willo moved in and tried to separate the two with her ax which indeed worked in the case of the younger attacker who jumped back to avoid getting slashed apart. The older one however stood his ground and allowed the ax blade to strike his chest head on. The moment the heated blade impacted his armor, the exicus runes on his plating lit up and a large chunk of ice formed around the blade, causing it to remain stuck to his armor.
Indeed this opened an opportunity for Lazarus to attack, however he had other plans in mind.
“You will have to keep them busy.” Drake told her as he instead went to Ramone who was still tending to an unconscious Aelar.
Meanwhile the younger hunter moved in towards Willo’s back about to slash at her with his unique sword. At the same time the older one, unfazed by the axe stuck to his chest, raised his pistol and aimed at Willo. By now the Ice had begun melting due the high temperature of the blade, however she lacked the necessary time to pull it out before the blade struck her or she got shot. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,090 | 1,248 | 48 | 1,524 | 552 | Woah-- Willo felt an unexpected resistance when she tried to yank the axe back, quickly realizing that the blade was more or less merged temporarily with the elder man's chest plate. She looked up to him, head hunching a bit as she mustered up an anxious chuckle. "Uh...sorry? Eheh..."
She heard Lazarus hang her out to dry, but before she could complain the angry hunters began their assault once again. The one behind aimed to slash, the man before aimed to shoot. The axe was stuck, there was no point in trying to wrench it free, and even if she did the weight of the ice would throw off her swings. So instead she took advantage of the fact that it was fixed to the elder hunter, vaulting up and standing atop the protruding handle before leaping up and over the man's head. Surely this would avoid the younger hunter, but she still had to worry about the pistol, and tried to swat down at it in an attempt to throw off the older man's aim.
If all went well, she'd land behind him with a moment to breath and consider her next move. | Willo Luelle
Race
Half-Harpy
Age
20
Appearance
Spindly with many sharp features, Willo appears very outwardly human, with few if any notable, visible traits denoting her heritage. She’s just below average height, with short-chopped black hair (which bears a crimson streak running the side) and wide, green eyes that hold far more innocence than one in her profession deserves.
Her outfit is fairly standard for a hunter, with a few personal touches added over time. Her coat is bound tight at the waist by a sash, and upon the garment as a whole are a very faint series of words that one might strain to see in anything less than bright light. They have no correlation with each other, and generally seem nonsensical, forming no sentences. She actively refuses to discuss their meaning.
Perhaps the most important thing to note about Willo is that she drew the short end of the genetic stick, so to speak. While not showing any outward signs of her Harpy blood, the truth is she has very avian bones. Lacking the density of a human’s (though not quite hollow and brittle), she is featherlike as a result, and cannot sustain much trauma compared to others.
Biography
Willo was born in Straneyeth to human parents, who themselves had Harpy elders in their genepool. Her mother had brilliant wings, while her father had sharp talons, and so when she was born they were both surprised to see no traces of their ancestry at all. It did not take long for them to realize the frail nature of their daughter, and so they sheltered. Never allowed outside, never allowed to roughhouse, never allowed to get too hyper in fear of the danger she might cause.
This worked for roughly nine years, at which point the girl had developed quite the devilish personality. One night she ran from home, and her parents spent a good hour chasing their surprisingly swift daughter. When they caught her, it became apparent that, while frail, she was not weak.
From then on, her hunter father and alchemist mother expanded her teachings to far more interesting things. She learned to craft a myriad of poultices and salves, and how to wield a weapon in such a way that it’s weight and momentum could be used as a benefit (though the star-metal later removed that risk). By the time she was budding on womanhood, the girl was a practiced fighter, prided by both her parents and the town in which she lived.
It was also during this time that the plague struck her home.
What happened in this brief blotch in history is unknown, but in the end only Willo and her father emerged. The latter quickly went into seclusion, a veritable hermit by current times, but Willo turned her focus almost immediately to the guild, an unsettling conviction driving her.
Personality
Outgoing and generally cheerful, Willo believes that if she keeps a smile on her face it will make it easier for others to smile too. Happiness to her is an unfortunately rare commodity in the plague-times, but that doesn’t stop her from making light of nearly every situation, and this goes to a fault. She’s used to people telling her to shut up when she makes an ill-timed joke, though it’s quite hard to hurt her feelings, and she understands that sometimes laughter isn’t the best medicine.
That said, it’s rare to catch Willo in a serious mood, mostly because she hates being the downer. The flipside to being the cheerful creature she is, is that it’s quite an easy tell when something’s amiss with her: just look for the absence of a smile.
Lastly, while not explicitly hateful towards the people of Kiruth, a traditional Straneyeth upbringing has left her somewhat cynical of their abilities. Of course this normally just comes off as playful ribbing, and she doesn’t think she could ever hate someone simply because of where they’re from.
Strengths
Willo has two major things going for her: she’s very fast, and very agile. In combat her fighting style focuses almost entirely around close-range skirmishing, striking when optimal and dodging instead of blocking whenever possible. She’s fond of using the environment to her advantage, and can often be seen scaling walls/buildings/anything taller than her because if it didn’t want to be climbed on it shouldn’t have been tall. As well, a pension for utilizing this technique on larger opponents, and a general gutsy up-close style lead to some viewing her as fearless. The connotations of this come in a variety of good and bad colors.
Weaknesses
What Willo has in speed, she severely lacks in strength. Due to the reduced density of her bones, most if not all of her strikes lack a necessary “oomph” to get the intended job done. While the “assisting” abilities of her weapon help to cover this weakness a bit, should she be disarmed there is little she can do besides avoid her opponent.
Weapons
~Cinderwill~
A fairly basic design, the standard form consists of a long, curved handle and blade. Upon twisting a segment of the handle, it extends to staff-length, while the blade snaps down to form a long axe.
Due to Willo’s lack of physical strength, she often has trouble slicing far into or through beasts on her own. To compensate, the edges of the blade have been inlaid with a highly flammable, slow to burn substance that, upon ignition, effectively super-heats the metal and allows for her to carve through flesh and bone with standard and relative ease. On the pommel of the weapon’s handle is a trigger, which must be struck (i.e. on the ground/wall/etc…”) to heat the blade.
While there is no active fire emanating outward, the edges are red-hot, and sparks/flares can emit from contact with hard surfaces.
When not in active use, Cinderwill is kept in a fat, rectangular sheathe on her back, and in cases where she fears she might lose hold of it, there is a thin link she can bind to her wrist from the handle. While not a full-proof plan, it’s better than potentially being disarmed and effectively useless.
Vitae Spells
--Flitter--
The edges of Willo's form become obscured, and her movements –particularly dashes—are done in quick wisps of black smoke. This effectively makes her intangible in brief blinks of time, which cannot be extended by any means. The spell uses minimal mana, meant to be fired off in multiple bursts, however the cost goes up exponentially over time.
Exicus Runes
--Turn Familiar--
Willo’s familiar, a crow with a sharp iron guard affixed to its beak. Popla is a free spirit and Willo tries not to tether her much. If the bird wishes to be around, she’s welcome, and when she wants to go off and explore, she’s free to do so. When needed, Willo sends Popla off on scouting expeditions, or has her deliver messages via parchment, and in certain situations the crow’s sharp talons and steel beak can come in handy.
Additional Notes
Yes actually she fucking loves spaghetti nomph nomph nomph |
46,091 | 1,248 | 49 | 1,638 | 513 | The older man grinned at Willo's realization that her weapon was now stuck and was clearly about to fire, however Willo was quick on her feet and with an elegant vault, then leap, landed behind the old man. He tried to follow her movements with his pistol, however she had quickly shoved it out of the way mid jump. The man fired regardless and to his horror the bullet pierced the younger assailants shoulder mid attack, causing him to fall on his back due to the force of the shot while at the same time losing grip of his sword.
"Damn it! You moron!" The younger one yelled at the other with a pained look on his face.
The old one now angered flicked the pistol causing the lowered blade to align with the barrel, turning it into it's sword mode and blindly swung around where he assumed Willo was standing trying to hack her apart. Fortunately for Willo, her weapon, which was still stuck to his chest, further encumbered him. She had plenty of time to act before he turned around.
Meanwhile, Lazarus now next to Aelar pulled out a small knife out of the inner of his coat and started carving something into Aelar's arm, cutting not too deeply into his flesh. "Hey what are you-" Ramone question before being interrupted by Drake simply raising his free hand at him. It soon became apparent he was carving some kind of exicus rune into his arm.
"Take him back to the dock and take a ship back home. He will need a lot of rest after this. I'll explain once we're back as well." Implying that he and Willo would continue with the assignment he stood up just in time to see Willo vault over one of the assailants.
"Very good." He mumbled before starting a sprint towards the younger hunter who was now on his knees and still clutching the gun wound. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,092 | 1,248 | 50 | 732 | 8,842 | Alex raised his hands in protest and attempted to talk the situation down. "Nobody's pointing fingers at anybody, I'm sure he didn't mean it like that. Joshua probably just wants to know whats happened so no one needs to leave okay?" Alex asked pleadingly. He felt Sapphire had been cheated out of too many opportunities to miss this one as well. Besides three heads were better than two right? Still Alexander wasn't sure why he was intent that she stay with them. If she felt the need to leave she could, he just didn't want her to. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,093 | 1,248 | 51 | 1,469 | 281 | Imgor didn't notice Joshua entering at all, he was still asleep, but the yelling quickly changed that.
"Is it even impossible to sleep for the last night of the wait?" He remarked, but he quickly fell silent as he noticed the situation.
The moment he noticed the strange feeling of the switch-weapon being ready, Imgor quickly confirmed, that it was not an illusion, by looking for his switch-weapon with his tracking spell, and it was indeed at Harold's workshop.
As the fight with the scorpion a few days ago had shown, he wasn't well prepared to fight beasts with exosceletons or hard skins, so Imgor's eagerness to finally obtain his new weapon was enough to made him immedeatly get up and leap out a window, making his way towards Harold's workshop. | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,094 | 1,248 | 52 | 1,372 | 1,641 | Joshua took something seriously, for once. "You're really going to stand up to me? I've fed you, I've clothed you, I taught you what I know, and this is how I'm repaid? I've sacrificed plenty to bring you to this point, you do know that?". He waited a few seconds, but not long enough for a reply. "...Well, considering you... I honestly do hope you feel proud of yourself! You're not exactly running away from me. I'd give you a cookie, but you're not eight years old or anything."
That's.. weird to hear. "Well, if you honestly want to acquire your switchy by your lonesome, be my guest. You can't do everything by yourself, however.", he tried to move in closer and give her a pat on the back, "In this business, not helping each other out at least sometimes is going to get you killed, alright? I never meant to 'point' at you either. I just want to hear why Schulze left. It's not like you forced him to leave, right?"
"It's not a crime to simply want to hear every side of the story possible, is it? ... Well, in any case... We really shouldn't do it now, we'll have to save that little talk for later. If you don't want to do it at all, that's fine too. I think I know the answer already, but I just want to make sure. You three should really get your proper Hunter-tools as soon as possible, in any case." | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,095 | 1,248 | 53 | 1,638 | 513 | Although Sapphire was still in complete turmoil on the inside, she didn't show any of it. Her expression remained the same, a slightly angered one and she tried her best not to flinch as Joshua initially spoke harshly to her. But all that he said meant nothing. Lots of people had fed her before, clothed her before, taught her before. All she cared about was how people treated her. And she didn't have pleasant memories of that, regarding the said people who fed, clothed and taught her what she knew so far.
She could only raise her eyebrows in surprise at what came next and all that turmoil went away leaving her mind blank. A cookie, is all that popped up in her mind once Joshua finished. Joshua had his way of clearing her mind like that, whether or not he knew it.
"For the record, I did earn part of the starmetal for my switch weapon." She said, in a silly attempt to still one-up Joshua, while she didn't put any resistance to Joshua's pat on the back.
Now to their armaments. To say Sapphire was excited to get her well thought-out weapon of annihilation was an understatement. However, as per her usually mind-set she wasn't going show that by rushing ahead to be the first one to take it. She waited until at least someone else went first. | Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.
Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.
At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.
Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.
Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.
Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.
Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.
Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed
Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight
Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.
Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities. |
46,096 | 1,248 | 54 | 1,524 | 552 | Willo couldn't contain the giggle of excitement as the battle picked up its pace. The older man opted for a more melee-oriented assault and she was happy to enter it with him, blades were far easier to dodge than bullets after all. When the wild swing came she ducked again, snatching onto the handle of her axe and letting his momentum carry her around with him. At the end of his strike, she swooped up and once again ended crouched upon the axe handle, eye-level with him.
"Ey look, buddy, chill for a second aye?" she said, and steadied her footing. "You read, right? You know how stories like these end? You're the bad guys, bad guys die, do you wanna die?"
The old man's face contorted even more in anger as Willo taunted him. He raised his weapon wanting to take another shot at her. "Too bad this isn't a story!" He barked.
Meanwhile the younger one was just about to stand up right after he picked up his sword only to be struck down as Lazarus spun on his heel and smashing his other boot into his face. He went flying onto his back yet rolled as he did ending up back on his feet. As soon as he did he immediately clutched at his shoulder obviously in pain.
She dropped back, laying flat on the handle, which might have actually put some weight on it had it not been attached to the man. She struck a foot out to kick his arm up and away from her, hoping to again avoid a shot to the face. Of course, that was something of a shot in the dark, since the force applied would likely be something he could push against easily. So, in tandem, she rolled off and to the ground, where she swooped up again to be face-to-face with him.
"Woah man, personal space!" she chimed, and did her best to stay as physically close to him as possible. That was how she learned to deal with her disadvantages, if range was her crux, and being out-armed was easy, then trying to make it as hard for the opponent to maneuver as possible was one of the few solutions she'd have.
Willo's kick diverted his arm upwards causing him to miss again. Right after she finished her roll the ice that kept her weapon attached to the man's armor melted, thanks to the heated blade, and made a metallic sound as it fell to the ground. The old man grinned at the sight as he pushed off the weapon to the side with his foot and aimed at Willo again.
"What now?" he said.
Willo put her hands up, eyes wide but she couldn't shake the hinting smile on her face. She flicked a glance Laz's way just to make sure he was doing fine. Of course he was, Laz was always fine.
"Well...uh..." she blinked, and when her eyes met the old man's again he'd find they were void of color. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, perhaps his vision was messing with him, but it would almost be impossible to deny that she looked almost...blurry.
Then she moved, and the action was unreal. Her entire form must have turned to smoke, an intangiable flitter of black air that move towards the axe, scooping it up as it too vanished with her. She appeared back across from the man, same distance, and smiled wider.
Striking the handle's base against the ground again, the blade lost its heat, and with a twist it quickly reverted to its sword form. "Alright how about round two?"
"Impressive, but it won't be enough." He said he switched his weapon back to it's sword form. As he did so he pulled out a small paper out of a back pocket and slapped it onto the blade. It stuck to it and a rune immediately lit up yet nothing obvious happened. Dashing forwards at surprising speed considering how bulky his armor was did an upwards slash with his blade.
Meanwhile Drake stood in front of the younger one and eyed him down. "I'll make it quick." He said with a straight face. The man standing in front of him was obviously angered by this rose his sword, pointing it a Drake's face and thrusted forwards shouting nonesense while doing so. Drake simply side-stepped the attack to the right with amzing speed and spun sideways, his back now facing the sword. A kick to the young one's leg caused it to unnaturally bend backwards while the man fell forwards. His yelp was cut short as Lazarus streamlined his kick resulting with his knee colliding with the other one's jaw. This sent him flying on his back. Mid fall, Lazarus grabbed the sword out of his hand, as his grip on it was unremarkable. He spun it around in his hand a few times before the blade bore into the man's chest resulting in another pained scream. Lazarus then finished his assault by striking the handle of the sword, causing the blade to break in half also resulting in it's potential exicus capability being released all at once. Massive ice spikes ripped the hunter's chest appart killing him instantly.
Lazarus then turned to Willo and her foe indifferently of the bloody scene now at his back and crossed his arms as he observed the battle unfolding.
Willo side-stepped the first swing, though remained close enough as to try and see what was up with the runic paper. However, the man's admittedly impressive speed coupled with the power of his swing didn't leave her much time to do so. Instead, she swung her own blade up, following the momentum of his and aiming to push it further away from its original trajectory. If she could throw him off-balance it would be far easier to deal with him, of course, given his apparent experience, she knew better than to expect such a simple outcome.
While parrying Willo managed to glance at the rune. Considering the fact that thousands existed all with various effects it came as no surprise that she couldn't identify it but it did have telltale markings of air based runes.
The cry of pain caught her off guard, and she whirled around. Was that Lazarus? Ramone? She'd never heard any of them in real distress, and even if it was young, terror and agony tended to lend youth to oneself.
But no, it was in fact the younger hunter, and while Willo might have felt guilt for suspecting her master might be beaten so easily, she was more upset by the fact she'd missed seeing him fight.
The old man also turned also turned as he heard the scream only to see his fellow hunter in a pool of blood. He grit his teeth at the scene, obviously not mourning the loss of his partner, which meant they probably weren't too close to begin with, but the fact that he had lost an advantage over the group didn't escape him.
"Aw man!" she whined, taking another quick-step back. Before she could continue her complaint however, she saw Lazarus was back into his old mode of observation. Meeting his eyes wasn't something she was particularly fond of, especially since they always seemed expectant. She turned her attention back to the man, then twirled the sword in her hand so that she held it reversed, then beckoned him forward.
Her eyes once more lost their shade. "Let's get on, then."
Only then did she sense the stinging pain in her cheek and chest. A streak of blood lead to her chin as dropplets dripped onto the pavement. She could feel more slowly trailing down her abdomen from a similar gash to her lower chest. The old man's blade certainly did not strike her during the previous scuffle. So how did he wound her?
"The hell...?" she touched her cheek, then the gash in her vestments and winced at the twinge of parted flesh. Crafty bastard, it seemed, she'd have to figure out his tricks on-the-fly.
Focusing on him again, Willo dashed forward trying to bait out another attack. The man in turn threw his hand out trying to grab Willo by her face while having his sword raised at her in the other hand. Before he could get a grip however, she slid down, carrying on past until she was on his other side before throwing out a slash of her own, more to test the waters than to actually harm. He turned as fast as he could and Willo's blade hit the hunter's armor as he threw himself forward allowing the slash to make contact on purpose. The runes lit up again and another chunck of ice locked Willo's blade in place on his armor. He then proceeded to with another sword strike of his own aimed at Willo's general direction.
She twisted the handle, and the axe extended just in time to carry her out of a possibly fatal strike. A gap now between them, she stayed at one end of the axe and saw that the newly formed ice had stopped it from completing its transformation.
The momentum was enough for her to avoid the blade, however she could once again feel small, seemingly phantom slashes on her legs and abdomen this time, accompanied by a small breeze emanating from the blade.
"You really like my axe, huh?" she asked, and hopped on top of the long handle once again, omly to nearly falter off when the new pain spread. Her playful demeanor too flickered, and she gave the man a small scowl. "You need'a stop doin' whatever that is."
This time she did not wait idly, and instead lunged to kick at him. Even if the attack wouldn't have much force behind it, if she could keep his eyes open for whatever the hell he was up to, it would be better than getting caught off-gaurd again.
The old man's face contorted as the kick sent him stumbling backwards. This also caused Willo's ax to wobble in the ice which in turn shattered. The man slashed blindly in the air with his sword. Seemingly invisible attacks were launched towards Willo, the only visible sign of them was the gash they left in the ground as they approached. At the point it also became apparent what the rune on the blade was supposed to do. It subtly manipulated the air around it to cause blade like disturbances in the air that could cut their target apart.
"Shit that's cool," she mumbled, doing her best to predict the after-shock strikes as she snatched her axe back up. Hitting the armor was no good, they could play "stick the blade to the bad guy" all day until either the enchantment wore out or one of his ghost strikes cut her in two, and she wasn't too fond of either.
Form blurred again, she flitted in zig-zag patterns, enhanced speed making her dodging maneuvers much easier. When she drew close, she struck out in a long, quick strike for his sword, trying to clear a path for his neck, or the first unnarmored place she could find.
His sword bounced off to the side leaving him fairly open, however she could still feel the after affect of the blade as more gashes formed on Willo's arm that was closest to the blade. As she approached for a finishing strike he also attempted to grab her again with his free hand, by the neck this time.
The sudden slash on her arm would weaken her strike, and with the blade unheated there was no way the attack would be clean. But Willo swung for the neck, now a race against both his attacking hand, and whatever ghost-strike was coming next.
The old man grabbed Willo by the neck, letting his sword drop for some reason, smacking Willo painfully into the ground. Before she could even start struggling to escape, blood began dripping on her face and a few moments later the old man slumped over to the side next to her . . . with Willo's ax lodged in his neck.
Lazarus finally let his hands drop to the side as he 'exited' his observation mode and made his way to Willo. He put his weight on one knee as he bowed over her and began bandaging her arm and leg wounds with some sort of rune covered scroll that served as a bandage as well. One could only wonder from where he kept pulling out exactly what he needed when he needed.
"I'll let you take care of the rest," he said as he gave her the scroll and shifted his attention to dead person next to her.
She graciously took it from him and went about wrapping her chest and abdomen wounds. Damn things would hurt, but at least they weren't deep enough to make mobility too difficult. Casting a glance towards Lazarus and the dead fellow, she could help but smile proudly to herself.
After a quick search of the body, Lazarus pulled out a sheet of papar from one of the old man's pocket. He read the note before flicking it, causing a rune it's back to ignite the paper.
"As expected." he said to himself, then turning to Willo.
"Man am I good or am I good?" she cooed, rolling her neck and pulling herself back up to her feet.
"We should get going. Are you done?" He asked her, apparently disregarding her self-praise in the process.
"Yessir," she said, tossing what was left of the scroll back to him. "Much obliged."
Prying her axe free, then sheathing it, she glanced to the other dead fellow. A sudden urgency overtook her, and as she followed Lazarus she asked: ""Hey what'd you do to the other guy, huh? I missed it, do you have a weapon on you? What's it like? How do you fight? I bet you really fucked him up!"
"The best weapon is the enemy's weapon. He will never expect it to be used against him," he responded without further clarifying how the young hunter ended up with ice spikes in his chest, though their origin would now be easily deduced. | Willo Luelle
Race
Half-Harpy
Age
20
Appearance
Spindly with many sharp features, Willo appears very outwardly human, with few if any notable, visible traits denoting her heritage. She’s just below average height, with short-chopped black hair (which bears a crimson streak running the side) and wide, green eyes that hold far more innocence than one in her profession deserves.
Her outfit is fairly standard for a hunter, with a few personal touches added over time. Her coat is bound tight at the waist by a sash, and upon the garment as a whole are a very faint series of words that one might strain to see in anything less than bright light. They have no correlation with each other, and generally seem nonsensical, forming no sentences. She actively refuses to discuss their meaning.
Perhaps the most important thing to note about Willo is that she drew the short end of the genetic stick, so to speak. While not showing any outward signs of her Harpy blood, the truth is she has very avian bones. Lacking the density of a human’s (though not quite hollow and brittle), she is featherlike as a result, and cannot sustain much trauma compared to others.
Biography
Willo was born in Straneyeth to human parents, who themselves had Harpy elders in their genepool. Her mother had brilliant wings, while her father had sharp talons, and so when she was born they were both surprised to see no traces of their ancestry at all. It did not take long for them to realize the frail nature of their daughter, and so they sheltered. Never allowed outside, never allowed to roughhouse, never allowed to get too hyper in fear of the danger she might cause.
This worked for roughly nine years, at which point the girl had developed quite the devilish personality. One night she ran from home, and her parents spent a good hour chasing their surprisingly swift daughter. When they caught her, it became apparent that, while frail, she was not weak.
From then on, her hunter father and alchemist mother expanded her teachings to far more interesting things. She learned to craft a myriad of poultices and salves, and how to wield a weapon in such a way that it’s weight and momentum could be used as a benefit (though the star-metal later removed that risk). By the time she was budding on womanhood, the girl was a practiced fighter, prided by both her parents and the town in which she lived.
It was also during this time that the plague struck her home.
What happened in this brief blotch in history is unknown, but in the end only Willo and her father emerged. The latter quickly went into seclusion, a veritable hermit by current times, but Willo turned her focus almost immediately to the guild, an unsettling conviction driving her.
Personality
Outgoing and generally cheerful, Willo believes that if she keeps a smile on her face it will make it easier for others to smile too. Happiness to her is an unfortunately rare commodity in the plague-times, but that doesn’t stop her from making light of nearly every situation, and this goes to a fault. She’s used to people telling her to shut up when she makes an ill-timed joke, though it’s quite hard to hurt her feelings, and she understands that sometimes laughter isn’t the best medicine.
That said, it’s rare to catch Willo in a serious mood, mostly because she hates being the downer. The flipside to being the cheerful creature she is, is that it’s quite an easy tell when something’s amiss with her: just look for the absence of a smile.
Lastly, while not explicitly hateful towards the people of Kiruth, a traditional Straneyeth upbringing has left her somewhat cynical of their abilities. Of course this normally just comes off as playful ribbing, and she doesn’t think she could ever hate someone simply because of where they’re from.
Strengths
Willo has two major things going for her: she’s very fast, and very agile. In combat her fighting style focuses almost entirely around close-range skirmishing, striking when optimal and dodging instead of blocking whenever possible. She’s fond of using the environment to her advantage, and can often be seen scaling walls/buildings/anything taller than her because if it didn’t want to be climbed on it shouldn’t have been tall. As well, a pension for utilizing this technique on larger opponents, and a general gutsy up-close style lead to some viewing her as fearless. The connotations of this come in a variety of good and bad colors.
Weaknesses
What Willo has in speed, she severely lacks in strength. Due to the reduced density of her bones, most if not all of her strikes lack a necessary “oomph” to get the intended job done. While the “assisting” abilities of her weapon help to cover this weakness a bit, should she be disarmed there is little she can do besides avoid her opponent.
Weapons
~Cinderwill~
A fairly basic design, the standard form consists of a long, curved handle and blade. Upon twisting a segment of the handle, it extends to staff-length, while the blade snaps down to form a long axe.
Due to Willo’s lack of physical strength, she often has trouble slicing far into or through beasts on her own. To compensate, the edges of the blade have been inlaid with a highly flammable, slow to burn substance that, upon ignition, effectively super-heats the metal and allows for her to carve through flesh and bone with standard and relative ease. On the pommel of the weapon’s handle is a trigger, which must be struck (i.e. on the ground/wall/etc…”) to heat the blade.
While there is no active fire emanating outward, the edges are red-hot, and sparks/flares can emit from contact with hard surfaces.
When not in active use, Cinderwill is kept in a fat, rectangular sheathe on her back, and in cases where she fears she might lose hold of it, there is a thin link she can bind to her wrist from the handle. While not a full-proof plan, it’s better than potentially being disarmed and effectively useless.
Vitae Spells
--Flitter--
The edges of Willo's form become obscured, and her movements –particularly dashes—are done in quick wisps of black smoke. This effectively makes her intangible in brief blinks of time, which cannot be extended by any means. The spell uses minimal mana, meant to be fired off in multiple bursts, however the cost goes up exponentially over time.
Exicus Runes
--Turn Familiar--
Willo’s familiar, a crow with a sharp iron guard affixed to its beak. Popla is a free spirit and Willo tries not to tether her much. If the bird wishes to be around, she’s welcome, and when she wants to go off and explore, she’s free to do so. When needed, Willo sends Popla off on scouting expeditions, or has her deliver messages via parchment, and in certain situations the crow’s sharp talons and steel beak can come in handy.
Additional Notes
Yes actually she fucking loves spaghetti nomph nomph nomph |
46,097 | 1,248 | 55 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander gave a quiet sigh of relief. Situation defused, group, still intact. He got to his feet and walked to the door holding it open for everyone else, "If that's all then we can get going right?" Alex asked eagerly, excited to finally get his switch weapon. If it worked as well as he expected than he would become a much more capable fighter. Larion chased after Alex and waited by his feet patiently, every walk through the city was a new adventure. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,098 | 1,248 | 56 | 1,372 | 1,641 | Joshua seemed to sense something was amiss. He opened the door back-up and looked, seeing Imgor prodding along. "There is no time to be lost!", the senior-most hunter yelled while bolting for his (apparently) most eager disciple. The triplet of students, alongside their mentor, soon found themselves knocking on Harolds' door. A muffled "Great Timing.." was heard, until the dirtied, eye-patched smith was in view. "Come in, I was just tweaking their hilts."
When they came into the small forge, all their eyes were set on the prize; a trio of custom switch-weapons, each mounted on the wall. Their metal blades were tinted with the slightest hint of blue, easy on the eyes, but they were obviously meant to kill. They appeared to be so sharp and well-made, resting a hand on them would've resulted in a quick dismemberment. "Heh, admiring them? I admit, they're easily the best things I've created in a very long time. Quite educational."
Joshua clapped a single time. "Lovely work, Harold. I'm sure they're the best pieces of work this side of the Divider."
The uniquely crafted and tuned armaments, a two-headed Scythe, Crossbow-pickaxe hybrid, and a 'Shard-Naginata', simply begged to be tested out.
"In any case... Students!", Joshua ordered, "We're going to get used to these, then we're going to hunt some chaff on the way to my destination. Any objections? Too bad."
"Meet me outside the city when you all get done marveling at your new 'friends'. Feel free to take your time, I know I needed to!. Joshua walked to the outside of the building, then jogged to the exit of the city itself.
Harold shrugged. "Don't drool on them?" | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
46,099 | 1,248 | 57 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander spent a few seconds gazing at his weapon. It had that same shine his mother's blade'd had. After a moment or two he stepped forward grabbing his weapon eagerly and walked to an open space. Larion obediently waited at the door sensing his master's intention. Alexander ran his hands over the weapon, feeling the small irregularity that allowed the weapon to shatter. He swung and twirled it experimentally, even lighter than he thought it would be, the weapon cut through the air effortlessly. It was a whole new experience, though he couldn't test out the feature in the shop, that would be inconsiderate. Nodding in satisfaction he bowed to the blacksmith, "Thank you Harold, I'll be sure to do your work proud!" he said confidently then walked outside and waited for the others to follow him. Alexander was eager to test it against an opponent, though on the other hand he wasn't eager to fight something as ferocious as that scorpion monster thing again. His wound still hurt every now and then though it didn't impede his capabilities anymore. | Name: Alexander Skyglory
Nicknames: Alex, Sky
Race: Elf
Age 19
Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.
Biography
Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.
From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.
Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.
He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.
The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.
Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.
After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.
Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.
Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate
Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes
Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.
Spells/Runes
Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.
Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.
Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge
Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching |
46,100 | 1,248 | 58 | 1,469 | 281 | Imgor slowly took his new weapon off the wall, it was just like he had imagined it. It was heavy enough to have great momentum when swung, but also was just light enough to properly aim it, when in crossbow mode. The chain was actually long enough to use the weapon a short grappling hook, if it didn't hit the target ledge sideways.
For the only check he would perform in harold's shop, he switched it into crossbow mode, and attempted to cock the bow barehanded. Imgor failed to do so, mainly because the string started cutting into his fingers.
The second time he used one of the 24 starmetal bolts made from the remainder of the starmetal used to craft the weapons from to hold the string instead of his bare fingers. With all his strength he just barely managed to get the string into place.
Imgor didn't load any sort of bolt, he didn'T want it to fly around the workshop, much less punch through a wall or the roof, so he just fired this empty shot. The hissing sound of the string rapidly cutting through the air was all he needed to hear.
"Perfect."
"So, what are we going to test these new weapons on?" | Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:
Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.
Personality:
usually observes instead of interacting with a situation
Weapons:
Bow&arrow
Knife
Crosspic(switch weapon)
Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
Crossbow
Spells/Runes:
Exicus
Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells(necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.(acquired from merchant in PH1)
Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo. (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on. (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
Vitae
applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters
Primary skills:
standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
basic vitae knowledge
Secondary skills:
basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
cooking
basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits) |
46,101 | 1,248 | 59 | 1,372 | 1,641 | Joshua initiated another of his iconic sessions of "Old-Man-Ramblings". "We'll be travelling to the ancient fortress of Bloodleaves, to meet a buddy of mine, and since I need to check in on it anyway. You all, I might station you there, I'm not too sure... In any case, We're just going to murder your standard dangerous wildlife on the way there. Take a detour through trouble spots I've heard about, put to sleep anything that jumps us. Sound fine?", he got into a bit more detail on what they might encounter.
"Hmm.", he rubbed his chin, resting on the doorframe. "I think there were reports of mountain lions, smaller beasts, bears, that sort of thing. There's a rumor that a Wyvern has taken residence in an old sawmill too. If you're all up for it, we could try and find out if that's true or not. It'd be fun, and Wyvern scales are great for damage-resistant clothes. Not as good as the ancient proper Dragons' scales, but still a mighty fine choice of material!
"Of course...", Joshua mentioned,
He looks outside, at the sun. "Oh, but yes, as I said, meet me at the town's gate.". Joshua added, jokingly,"Don't get lost!", before bolting off. | Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.
Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti. |
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