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46,102 | 1,248 | 60 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander nodded, it seemed Joshua had thought things out well ahead. He liked the thought of getting wyvern scales, it'd be effective amour but still light. Rather appealing. By the time he was able to raise his agreement Joshua had already run off. "Well, I guess we go the gates, c'mon buddy." Alexander said, the last part of his statement directed at Larion and he began lightly jogging towards the town gate. At least he hoped he was going to the right gate, he didn't actually know how many gates this place had as he'd only left by one or maybe two. Bloodleaves hm. It sounded dangerous and Alex was pretty sure he'd heard of it before. From what he remembered saying that it wasn't a nice place was an understatement, what would being stationed there be like? | 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 |
46,103 | 1,248 | 61 | 1,469 | 281 | You are aware, that telling your subordinates at which gate to meet would help? Due to his tracking spell, Imgor had no problem finding Joshua after he had suddenly left with unclear instructions as to where to meet.
"For me and Sapphire this is nothing but a nuisance, but Alex doesn't have the ability to track through a city without some form of contact, be it visual or auditory. At least from what I can guess."
"Yes, but Alex isn't dumb.". Joshua said his next line jokingly, "Don't doubt my believes, subordinate! Or else you'll be... ERASED! Sneakretly!". He laughed a little.
"Nah, not really. But really, Alex doesn't seem like a complete idiot, does he? Any other questions, Imgor?"
"Of course he does not, but last I checked, he is currently heading for the wrong gate, even though it is very close to the one we're heading."
"...oh."
Joshua coughed. "...Well then. Can you go tell him he's heading for the wrong one? I don't want to go with you and then confuse Sapphire, you know? .. Wait, where is she, even? Am I going senile?"
"Damn, I haven't asked this many questions since I found myself naked and smelling of cheese that one time! ... Have I told you that story yet? Great story."
"No, you have not." Imgor sighed, "Although you owe me one, for cleaning up the mess these unclear instructions have left."
He left to tell Alex, but not before jokingly ramming the handle of his new switch weapon into Joshua's shoulder.
Joshua sarcastically held his shoulder with one hand, and put the other to his forehead. "Most ouchies, woe is me! You have caused me great physical anguish with your most vicious attack! Put me out of mine misery, Argh."
Imgor turned around: "Is this supposed to be a joke?" He then left the scene for good. | 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) |
46,104 | 1,248 | 62 | 1,638 | 513 | Sapphire stared at the weapon on the wall without making any reaction visible, however she was charmed by it’s elegant design. She glanced at her fellow team member’s weapons considering possible strategies involving all three, however no matter what she did, her mind always refocused on her own weapon. After the other two removed the weapons from the weapons rack on the wall she finally went to acquire her own.
While she didn’t show it, she nearly trembled due to excitement. She had never held such an intricate weapon in her hands, let alone of this size. It was clearly crafted with great care. She slid her fingers over one of the blades, feeling it’s smooth texture. Amazing, she thought.
She barely listened to Imgor’s question and what Joshua had talked about in the meantime, only picking up the fact that they were supposed to meet him at the town’s gate.
She waited for the others to leave before leaving herself, not before thanking Harold of course.
Once outside of the shop she firmly gripped the handle of her scythe and stared at it some more. The Falcate Moon, she through, that’s what I shall name you. With that she took a deep breath as she suddenly spun her weapon to the left her body. The light starmetal from which it was made allowed her to wield it one-handed, however it wasn’t an easy task regardless. Mid rotation she switched hands as the intricate motion continued unhindered on the right side of her body thanks to careful timing. She then slammed the double-blades into the ground, ending the circular motion and leaving a deep gash in the pavement. She finally exhaled and closed her eyes, seemingly savoring the moment.
The tranquil moment passed and she merely managed to take one step after she decided it was time to find Joshua, only to realize he hadn’t specified at which gate they would meet.
Ruby, please find Joshua for me, she mentally instructed her familiar. With a quick, ostensibly playful flyby, Ruby took off into the sky. It didn’t take long for her to spot Joshua together with Imgor and as soon as she did, Sapphire jogged away towards his location. Rather baffled when Imgor bolted off in the opposite direction she stopped in her tracks. All confusion was swiftly cleared as Ruby also spotted Alex . . . heading towards the wrong gate. Sapphire let out a muffled chuckle and continued her jog. | 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. |
46,105 | 1,248 | 63 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander stopped about halfway to the gate. It occured to him that there was a more reliable way to make sure he knew which gate Joshua went to. He tapped Larion lightly on the head and said, "Larion, track Joshua." He hadn't taught Larion a lot but he was a fast learner and tracking was one skill that Alex had decided Larion should learn quickly. It only took his ironback a few sniffs before he'd managed to find the scent, quite impressive considering the area, and headed towards Joshua quickly. Pleased Alexander followed quickly and with more assurance than before. | 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 |
46,106 | 1,248 | 64 | 1,372 | 1,641 | When everyone arrived at the gate Joshua was waiting at, he let out a smile. Sapphire, specifically, he could just tell was secretly bursting with anticipation. "Utterly lovely. I'm certain, with these you'll give plenty of infected peace.". The group waited at the gate as Joshua told a guard to open it. When it did, he began jogging out.
"Oh hey, would we like horses? I think we should get to a stable on the outside and get a horse. What say you three?", Joshua asked, thoughtfully. "I think there's a stable on the road, anyway.". "While we wait, should I give a bit more info on that possible Wyvern? Yes? Alrighty then!"
Joshua began to give all the info he had on that aforementioned Wyvern, "Well, it appears to be an albino, an obviously rarer type. Not necessarily stronger, but for some odd reason, as far as anybody can tell, they're 'social pariahs' in the very primitive circles that Wyverns have. They're probably quite cunning to compensate for that. You know, if you don't have any friends, you're going to have to do plenty of stuff all by yourself? In any case, as you should know, Wyverns can breathe fire occasionally, and their claws can rip off an arm if you're not careful."
Joshua reassured them, however. "Thankfully, though, this does appear to be somewhat younger. It should be mildly clueless and easy to confuse. Focus on dodging instead of parrying, and just bounce around everywhere, you should be fine." | 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. |
46,107 | 1,248 | 65 | 1,469 | 281 | If we travel by horse, I would like to take a few more breaks then, to train with the new weapons. I'm sure we have an idea of how we want to fight with them, but knowing what moves to do when, doesn't equate to knowing how to make those moves quickly enough.
Imgor intentionally let his switch-weapon fall to the ground, as he continued to walk while holding the end of the chain, the chain straightened, and pulled the pickaxe-crossbow, which has yet to be named, behind him on the ground. If anyone looked at what he did, he waited until they looked at something else. He walked at the end of the quartet for that purpose, so that he had nobody behind him, who might trip over his weapon.
Imgor proceeded to use his levitation spell to lift the chain link by link, attempting to in the end lift the entire weapon alongside the chain. He focussed on lifting each link for a quarter of a second, before proceeding to the next, lifting it to the height the previous link was now levitating at. He was too weak, and he couldn't hold the chain after reaching about a third of its length, and it fell to the ground as the spell failed. He tried again, and again, and again; he was training. He could lift his previous weapons without too much of a problem using the levitation spell, he needed to do the same with his new one, as it is always useful to not have to handle the weapon, which you are using to fight an enemy, manually.
Before Coalstrike was out of sight, Imgor had already exhausted his magic so much, that he was too physically exhausted to keep walking, so he keeled over, hitting the dirt road face first. He was able to break his fall enough to not sustain injury, but he nonetheless fell. | 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) |
46,108 | 1,248 | 66 | 1,524 | 552 | Willo was now the sole member of Drake’s team, however the reason behind was still unclear. While on the way to the castle Drake often glanced at Willo which no doubt made her feel uncomfortable.
After fairly long walk Drake finally spoke as they neared the imposing structure before them.
“Tell me. Have you felt light-headed, sick, or in any way not yourself since we arrived in Kiruth. It is of great importance.”
His voice was indeed a relief. Willo was used to Lazarus being a bit on the creeper side, hell it was practically part of his character, but this particular brand of silence put her on edge. So much so that when he asked her a question she had no quip to tack on to her answer, no snark to add to her tone.
"N-no sir, right as rain."
A pause followed before Drake spoke again.
"Good. The task at hand is far more precarious than I originally suspected. Even more so now that Aelar and Ramone are no longer with us. In this castle, there is a creature, which is shrouded in mystery. I have yet to encounter one such as this, however it is rumored that it can manipulate the mind of lesser beings. Some have an inherent ability to resist it, usually those with a strong will. Aelar obviously does not. It would have been dangerous for him to join us and too dangerous to send him to the ship alone. In the end I chose you to continue on. It would seem I have chosen well. The mere fact that you have not even sensed the creatures presence speaks well for your strength of character. However, I cannot guarantee the same will be true when in close proximity to this thing." He paused and glanced at Willo, possibly to gauge her reaction.
In the back of her mind Willo was worried for Aelar, but at least he and Ramone would be alright, so long as she and Laz handled whatever beastie was holed up in Castle Bloodleaves. but of course at the front of her mind was the fact that he'd chosen her to continue on with the test. She looked up to Lazarus, eyes wide and excited, smile muted only by the teeth digging into her lower lip.
Then came the innevitable bouncing, accompanied by a squeal of delight. "We're gonna kick so much ass. Whatever the hell this thing is, it's not gonna know what hit it."
Evidentally, the idea of the creature's influence growing stronger didn't frighten her. But then she'd never dealt with anything of its caliber before, so it seemed time would tell. At the very least, her demeanor remained light-hearted.
Drake did not respond in any way to her comment, instead he took out a small peice of paper and held in front of Willo. A rune was represented on it, the same one Lazarus cut into Aelar's skin.
"If you feel yourself lost to it's influence use this. It's an unusual kind of rune. It must be drawn in blood. I hope I don't have to explain it any further. It is quicker and lasts long if cut directly into the skin." Lazarus explained.
By now the two were nearly at the castle. A long flight of staris awaited at the end of the path they were walking.
She took the paper from him, doing her best to commit the rune to memory. To say the idea of carving something into her skin didn't frighten her at least a little bit would have been a lie, but if she had to choose between that and whatever the hell would happen otherwise...well, didn't seem like much of a choice, really.
"Thanks, Laz," she said quietly, then stuffed the paper into her pocket.
Lazarus only nodded in response.
"Take the bandages off your arm." He then told her out of the blue.
She did, unwinding them until they came free. "You uhh...you want these or...?"
Before she could finish her sentence the sight of her arm robbed her of that. The cuts she had from the previous fight. They weren't just healed. There was absolutely no sign of them. No scarring, nothing.
"Good." Lazarus noted. "You can take off the rest, Your wounds should be healed now."
"Aw hell yes!" Willo quickly did just that, and tossed the remaining bandages aside. "This stuff is awesome, y'know that?" | 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 |
46,109 | 1,248 | 67 | 732 | 8,842 | Alex nodded in agreement, "Horses are fine and training breaks are equally important. Though the wyvern doesn't sound as though it'll be particularly troublesome with our numbers it still would be unwise to go in without experience." Alex wouldn't mind sparring a little with his new weapon to get a better feel for it and was confident that the others would feel the same. Alex turned at Imgor's sudden fall, immediatly checking for any injuries or attacks. To his surprise he found none, just exhaustion? "Hey, we had plenty of nap time, you alright?" Alex asked offering him a hand up. Had he been overusing his tracking spell? Searching for that bandit they'd run into earlier? Larion snuffled at Imgor curiously then left him alone. Larion had practically been running circles around Alex as soon as they left and periodically bounded into the woods to hunt for small, or large, animals. | 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 |
46,110 | 1,248 | 68 | 1,638 | 513 | Sapphire averted her gaze as Joshua eyed her for a moment. She wasn’t sure what to make it of it, the small quarrel they had earlier coming to mind. However, she didn’t let that bother her too much, especially as soon as Joshua smiled at them and soon after began his briefing-of-sorts in his usual bright demeanor.
While Joshua also explained they would likely face a wyvern, Sapphire did the same as she usually did when presented with a certain situation or foe. She tried predicting possible outcomes and coming up with tactics . . . only this time she failed miserably, being constantly distracted by her own weapon, capable of awesome destruction. She held it in her arms often gazing at it for long periods of time, instead of stowing it on her back.
So much in fact that Ruby landed next to Sapphire and used her beak to nudge Sapphire in order to grab her attention. Sapphire tilted her head to the side in amusement and let out a small chuckle. Jealous, are we? she thought, her thoughts unconcealed to her familiar. Mere days ago Ruby was the center of Sapphire’s attention as her first and only familiar. But now, a new challenger appeared.
Sapphire however, reassuringly placed a hand on Ruby’s neck while letting her forehead rest Ruby's soft feathers.
By now Joshua was done with all the explaining and they prepared to set off.
“Come on.” Sapphire spoke softly to her familiar. And so Ruby took off as the four set foot outside the gates of Coalstrike.
Not long after that Sapphire heard a thud behind her and turned around, only to see Imgor planted face-first in the ground with Alex at his side. She spent little time questioning the situation and instead turned towards Joshua only uttering his name to grab his attention. | 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. |
46,111 | 1,248 | 69 | 1,372 | 1,641 | Joshua stopped and turned his head towards Imgor, and walked over while rolling his eyes. Crouching down to help him get back up, Joshua commented "You should probably look where you're going, or perhaps you trained a bit too hard?". He gave a short lesson; "Actually, this is a good time to remind you three about something. Training your magical capabilities is all well and good, but much like physical exercise, you can't overdo it or you'll break something. And the... magical.. essence...? doesn't heal so easily, if at all, if you really screw up."
Joshua coughed unexpectedly, before continuing. "Of course, you still should exercise what you do know of the arts every so often, but you should really be careful. I'm sure you'll be fine though, Imgor.". Joshua then breathed for a second and resumed the quiet travelling. He seemed to enjoy it, going on a long trip in general. The quartet eventually saw a stable on the road, and Joshua noted that there didn't seem to be an owner or anything in the area.
"How much do you reckon four permanent horses would cost? 800 coins? That seems fair to me.". Joshua got out six 'one hundreds' in addition to four 'fifties' and left them in a small bag on one of the stables' doors alongside a note, before jumping over one of the gates. ...What are you all giving me that face for? It isn't illegal for Hunters to do things like this if we leave a fair amount of money. Didn't I tell you this already?"
Well, that's of ambiguous moral fortitude. No sense in going against their mentor's wishes, though. "Don't squabble on getting which horse. Let's ride!"
The relatively large stable had nine other horses under its' wooden roof, and all seemed well-bred and fed enough. The three students must pick a horse for the foreseeable future. | 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. |
46,112 | 1,248 | 70 | 1,638 | 513 | Sapphire listened in on Joshua’s lesson which prompted her to remember the time she exhausted her own magical abilities similarly to Imgor. . . while defending Nickolaus Schulze. She cringed slightly at the memory before closing her eyes and sighing. Joshua’s cough cleared her mind and soon afterwards they were on their way again.
Once at the stables Sapphire raised an eyebrow at Joshuas actions, however, for once she was the first go on ahead of the others, following Joshua over the gate. She occasionally had done similar things even before becoming a hunter in training. It was always out of necessity of course. She walked in front of all the stalls eyeing each horse from under her hood. After having seen all of them she returned to the enclosure that held one of a dark grey color. Under the cover of the night it could be mistaken for a perfectly black one.
Sapphire opened the gate and undid the rope binding the horse. She led the horse out and waited for the rest to do so as well. | 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. |
46,113 | 1,248 | 71 | 1,524 | 552 | After a long flight of stairs the two finally arrived at the entrance of the castle, a giant gate looming over them. Drake was the first to notice something wasn't right.
"He should have already come. They customarily have someone waiting at the gate. This is highly unusual." Drake noted.
Willo cocked her head to the side and observed the castle. From afar it was certainly an interesting structure, to command such a presence that its shadow could have been cast across the town in a more agreeable light. Up close though, it was a monolyth, and she had to regard it was far more sincerity. The gate alone was larger than anything she'd ever seen in her hometown, and she figured there'd be little good in trying to climb it, as was the case with most gates. Even still, she was eager to step inside the castle's halls, for if they seemed so aweing on the outside, she couldn't imagine what they'd be like within.
"Waiting at the gate?" she asked, confused. "Thought this place was abandoned by normal folk. It still has a bellhop?"
"They do have keepers. Considering what lies beneath the castle, leaving it unguarded would not be wise. However, you are correct. This castle is a relic, a mere shell of what it used to be." Lazarus explained while stepping closer to the gate.
Surprisingly there was nothing to prevent the gate from being opened and despite it's size the gate must have been quite light, possibly made of star metal, the material most commonly used to craft switch-weapons, since Lazarus pushed it open with seemingly little effort. That or Lazarus had a lot more strength than he originally let on, despite not looking the part.
He cautiously stepped inside and immediately crouched as something caught his attention. A faint blood-streak lead further inside the building.
Following with admittedly less stealth to her air, Willo nonetheless crouched with Laz when something seemed to spook him. She tried to spy what had left the blood trail, but clearly the beastie -for really what else could it have been- was feeling more like enjoying its meal indoors.
"Think our friend did that?" she asked.
The huge hall continued on for what seemed like forever and so did the trail with it. Lazarus stood up and looked ahead.
"Unlikely." He responded. "There probably would have been alot more . . . mess here if it was so." He finished in an uncharacteristic way, using a rather crude vocabulary.
"Sounds like my kinda freak. So he's got buddies, then," she said, more than asked. It seemed naive to expect that the only beast they'd run into would be their target, but hey, hoping never hurt anyone.
"No. Whoever did this . . . was a human." Lazarus said.
That caught her off guard in a few ways. What were other humans doing up here? Other hunters, or treasure-seeking folk? What could drive someone to come to a place like Bloodleaves of their own accord. Friend or foe, she wondered most of all.
"Think they already did our job for us?"
"Doubtful. The presence of the aforementioned creature is still strong." He responded as he stepped forward, mainly staring at the ceiling then at the walls.
Willow once again kept to Laz's heels, eyes following his around the entrance. Atrium? Was that the word? She'd never been in a place so fancy before, it was liberating not having to worry about stretching her arms out and touching either wall.
"Guess it was a good try."
Lazarus didn't even take two steps when he suddenly stopped again causing Willo to bump into him.
"Wait." He told her as he took out a small piece of paper out of one of his pockets.
She sputtered whatever foul taste of Laz's clothing had decided to stick to her open mouth and took a few steps back, but said nothing.
Lazarus streched out his arm with the piece of paper in hand. The paper suddenly caught fire and runes lit up on the side walls and on the ceiling.
"That explains the lack of any form of lock on the gates."
Willo blinked. Yikes, she was not looking to get cut up or blown up or frozen, which was evidentally contrasting to the wishes of whoever preceeded them.
"Any way to disarm those without...y'know," she made a small exploding motion with her hands.
"Yes, but I will require your assistance. There is likely a control rune nearby that allows these other three to be temporarily disabled without removing them outright." And without further explanation, Drake began carving his own rune right on the edge of the barrier that kept them from entering.
A few minutes later he carved the final line into the rune and it's effect became visible immediately. A large portion of the barrier lit up while leaving a visible hole in it right where Drake had drawn the rune. The hole was definitely a tight squeeze.
"As expected. I won't fit. You however . . ."
Willo grinned and clapped her hands together. Sure it wasn't climbing, but maneuvering through tight spaces was something of a passtime for people of her stature. "Don't you worry Laz, I'll get that rune down in no time."
Unslinging Cinderwill from her back, she set it against the wall and approached the runic hole. Too small to dive through, she had to carefully inch through it, which again was no problem. More than one way to skin a cat. Once her head had gotten to the other side, it was only moments after the rest of her was up and standing across the port.
"Very good."
"Alrighty! Step two? How do I know what I'm lookin' for?"
"It will most likely be another rune similar to the ones on the walls, with an additional part that can be removed. Look in nearby rooms."
"Aye-aye, cap'n," she said, before whirling about to nose through the closest doorway. Of course, her eyes were kept peeled for any triggers that might set off other runes, but if she could keep light on her feet, she figured it wouldn't be too much of an issue.
At the end of the large chamber stairs lead upwards sticking to the walls and leading to two doors on each side of the wall respectively and before the stairs another set of doors. The trail of blooded ended at the door to the left.
Pushing through the first door she came across, Willo found herself hoping that leaving Cinderwill behind hadn't been a mistake. It wouldn't have fit through with her anyway, but still, it unnerved her. | 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 |
46,114 | 1,248 | 72 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander shrugged. Well if they were paying it was alright then. He hopped the fence with ease and looked for a horse. Alex had never ridden one before and didn't really know what to look for, so he just grabbed the first one he could find. It was painfully average, brown, and of average height and size. It also seemed very placid, not at all disturbed when Larion sniffed it curiously. Alex jumped on, "We ready to go then? | 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 |
46,115 | 1,248 | 73 | 1,469 | 281 | Imgor was still struggling for strength, and thus just barely made it over the fence. He just wanted to rest right now, the state of his body left him with no other option, and a horseback was a good way of resting while traveling.
He relaxed every non-vital muscle the moment he would not just fall off the horse at the slightest movement. The horse was visibly confused by this, attempting to escape. | 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) |
46,116 | 1,248 | 74 | 1,638 | 513 | In the castle Bloodleaves Willo was hard at work trying to figure how to disable the barrier keeping Lazarus outside.
The first door to the right, opposing of the one where the blood trail led revealed some sort of storage room for various weapons including regular swords, maces, glaives and, uniquely, a crossbow. It's bow part was made of two sharp blades. Even lightly touching the edges would most likely result in a cut. The weapons were probably to be used in case the first line of defense was breached. It was rather curious that not only were there no signs of struggle, excluding of course the trail of blood, if that can be considered a struggle, moreover all weapons were accounted for too. As far as Willo could tell anyways. On the wall opposing the door, a vaguely familiar rune was carved into it and glowing brightly. It was the same as the ones at the entrance. However, Willo didn't have the luck of being faced with an as simple task as described by Drake. The rune had, in fact, four removable tiles opposed to Lazarus' assumption of merely one. Two to the left and right of the rune's center and the other two to the top and bottom. Each tile additionally had a word inscribed into it. The top one had 'Everything' ,the bottom had 'Nothing', the right one 'Darkness' and the left one had 'Light'.
Additionally an inscription below the rune read:
"It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it and if you eat it you will perish."
Further down the wall another inscription.
"A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all." | 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. |
46,117 | 1,248 | 75 | 732 | 8,842 | Hey you alright there? and through a mix of luck and skill his horse pranced next to Imgor's own and Alexander put a steadying hand on Imgor's horse, preventing its wild movement. That whole magic thing must've drained him more than he thought. "I got ya." Alexander said and tied a short rope from one Imgor's horse's straps to his saddle. Now it should stay calm and Imgor should be to nap or whatever. "Now we're ready to go." | 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 |
46,118 | 1,248 | 76 | 1,638 | 513 | “Excellent!” Joshua exclaimed as he set forth leading the trio. “We should reach that sawmill in no time. Maybe even too soon. Don’t push yourself Imgor, lost limbs tend to have a bad way with a trainers reputation, yes? Good.” Joshua finished with a laugh.
The forest got denser as the four took a turn off the main road and into the woods. A light mist engulfed them as they inched deeper into the woodland.
“I’m sure it was somewhere around here.” Joshua rubbed his chin.
"Ah! There!"
And sure enough, moments later a sawmill revealed itself through the trees and faint fog. As expected, a clearly still young Wyvern had made it it’s home, resting underneath the shabby wooden structure. It looked rather peaceful. Looks, however can be deceiving. The place itself had an eerie feel to it. As if . . . they were being watched.
"Try to make it quick though. We are running late. Joshua said with confidence that his students were up to the task before hopping off his horse.
“Well then. What are you waiting for?” He urged them with a grin.
Sapphire, on the other hand, had a bit more trouble dismounting. And as soon as she did she grasped her abdomen, clenching her teeth, which did not escape Joshua.
“Everything alright, Sapphire? Not having second thoughts or anything, are we?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, everything’s fine.” She responded.
Joshua merely nodded, but he didn't look convinced.
On the outskirts of Kiruth a black haired fancily clothed individual was riding his horse, which happened to be his familiar too, into the moon-lit town. The bond between man and horse is a strong one. However, that bond pales in comparison to the connection between familiar and master, their thoughts eternally intertwined.
The young man held a letter in his hands and it was likely the third or so time he was reading it. It seemed fitting though, as he was so close to his destination.
Castle Bloodleaves.
“Dear Jonathan,
I’m sorry to hear about the disappearance of your previous trainer and the disbanding of your group as a result.
However I’m happy to say a spot has just been freed up after the departure of one of my students. Therefore I’d be happy to take you under my wing. I’m sure you’ll get along well with the rest of my pupils.
That being said, I’d like you to meet us at Castle Bloodleaves in two days.
I look forward to meeting you.
Take care,
Joshua”
It was the response he got after requesting to continue his training under him.
A glance at the town’s roads distinctly visible from the hilltop revealed a crowd gathering somewhere near the center of Kiruth. At this time in the night, the only reason possible was that something had transpired there. A scuffle between bandits maybe? It was probably worth a look as Jonathan was early 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. |
46,119 | 1,248 | 77 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander shrugged and got off his horse, leaving it to graze. He took out his weapon and looked at the creature, if they got the jump on this it would be easy. But he didn't like the un-nerving feeling of this place. Like there was a bigger fish. Still they couldn't just idle here forever. "Hard and fast, if we can get close without waking it up and strike it at the same time that would be best. If not limit its mobility as much as possible and make a safety a priority. Sound good?" Alexander asked his teammates. With any luck they'd be back on the road in minutes, and all in one piece. Larion stared at the wyvern, his teeth bared in a feral grin, but he patiently waited for his chance. | 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 |
46,120 | 1,248 | 78 | 1,469 | 281 | By the time they arrived, Imgor had recovered sufficiently to physically fight. As he jumped off his horse, he used his weight and momentum to provide the necessary force to cock his crossbow, which he then immedeatly loaded with a wooden bolt he had crafted while waiting for his switch-weapon to be ready and aimed it at the wyvern.
"What if we were to completely limit its movement while it is still asleep?" He replied to Alexander, while asking his familiar to dig below the sawmill to cause it to collapse onto the wyvern. The mass of a building should be enough to hold it down.
However the eerie feeling of the place overshadowed Imgors planning, so just to be sure, he used his tracking spell to search for anything potentially hostile.
The moment his tracking spell was triggered, Imgor felt something like nothing else. It nearly felt like the spell was percieving the air around him as hostile and he couldn’t shake an uncontrollable feeling of dread. If simply standing in the area made them uneasy, Imgor’s spell amplified that by an outrageous factor. It felt like the entire forest was hostile and that’s what his spell was after. Imgor immediately felt his magical energy reserves being depleted at an alarming rate.
Still weakened from before, the sudden drainage caused him to collapse again. He attempted to warn his teammates: "This place...all is our enemy." He couldn't speak more words in that moment, but his familiar had already gotten to work below the sawmill, it knew, that Imgor wanted it that way, one less enemy is always better.
“Yes, I’ve felt it too. It almost feels like a trap. However I think we should still continue with what we intended in the first place. If it is, I’m sure the enemy will make their presence felt.” Joshua responded to Imgor.
His face expression changed and it was hard to mistake. For once he was worried. The fact that both Imgor and Sapphire were not at their best clearly did not escape him.
At the same time Sapphire removed her scythe from the back yet the motion was pained and slow. Her hood for the most part hid the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. | 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) |
46,121 | 1,248 | 79 | 1,524 | 552 | Willo gave the weapons a once-over, not overly concerned that they were all where the ought to have been. More than likely, whatever had attacked the castle had done so with fierce swiftness, leaving the poor bastards with little time to arm themselves. She might have been worried that she was just as unarmed, but then she was also fairly sure none of them could run like she could. "Happy feet, happy feet..." she mumbled to herself, walking with a bounce in her step as she approached the runed wall.
"Oh boy, riddles," the note was sarcastic. Willo liked to think of herself as a clever girl, but most of her brain-power went to combat and tactics, not preparing for the eventual troll bridge. Thankfully, she'd heard one of them before.
Reaching out she snagged the tile reading "Everything" and removed it, before tossing it away. God, devil, rich, poor, these were things that quite frankly didn't matter anymore. She supposed that made it a good candidate for a riddle meant to be useful, not as good as the second one however.
"A mile from end to...precious commodity? Dead, living --rich and poor again-- and children," she said, mouthing the words over and over. She squinted at the tiles, 'Darkness' and 'Light', tracing gentle fingertips against their letters. All at once she stood up straight.
"What the shit? Who cares?"
Without ceremony, Willo snatched up both of the tiles, looking hastily between them and the riddle. At length, she tossed 'Darkness' aside and replaced 'Light'. "Stupid Bloodleaves...runes, riddles, puzzles, bet you all were a bunch of smarmy pricks--Hey Laz!" she called out suddenly. "That fix it?!" | 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 |
46,122 | 1,248 | 80 | 1,638 | 513 | The moment Willo removed the tile that had ‘Everything’ carved into it, the rune sent a pulse of light whizzing across the wall which left the room. It did seem to do something. The glow of the rune however persisted.
“The barrier persists.” Lazarus responded, his voice barely audible through the long hall as he didn’t even bother to raise his voice.
Silence, and more slience, followed by a sudden high pitched screech resonating through the entire castle. It sounded other-worldly, in-human, unlike any other being or plagued creature alike. Something had obviously been disturbed . . . or released. The shriek came from the door to which the blood trail lead. That something was now likely on its way and Willo was now obviously under a time constraint to either try and solve the puzzle still, or prepare for whatever came next.
In Kiruth Jonathan was just arriving at the scene of commotion after passing through a mostly deserted town, which was not surprising, really, due to his arrival being long after dusk.
It was no surprise that there would be a crowd just outside what seemed to be a pub. However the congregation had other reasons for being there. The road between the pub and the opposite building was scarred with gashes, obviously due to recent combat.
“Please remain calm and maintain your distance. This does not concern you.” A voice said.
The words clearly had no effect on the mob, instead bringing about even more backlash, people demanding answers.
As he was sat on top of his trusty mount, Jonathan could easily see over the mass of people. At the center two fully fledged hunters.
The younger of them, possibly recent graduate, was preoccupied with keeping the large crowd at bay, his attempts mostly ending in failure. The fact that he didn’t look quite as formal as most graduate hunters do, didn’t help. Green spiked hair, so long in fact, that it just had to be held up by some form of Vitae spell or Exicus rune, in addition to oversized pants and a mere open jacket with nothing else underneath. Not quite the hunter role model indeed.
All the while the other one, was inspecting two bodies. He, on the other hand, looked like a seasoned hunter. Long dark hair bound in one long braid, a barely visible stubble and coat that made his protective equipment a matter of guesswork. Just as he stood up and glanced at the crowd Jonathan could finally see his face as well. Definitely a seasoned hunter, if the scarring over his velvet eye was any indication.
Both bodies laid in large pools of blood, one scene more gruesome than the other, with one of the bodies having glistening white spikes protruding from its chest. Ice maybe? It wasn’t a pretty sight.
The seasoned hunter went over and inspected the second body which had a deep gash in its neck, possibly made by a sizeable axe.
“Please, remain calm.” The young tried again as the crowd continued with their gripe.
Not too far from Coalstrike at the sawmill, the four tried to make heads or tails of what was going on. With both Sapphire and Imgor debilitated, the situation had the potential of going sour really fast.
Imgors familiar dug his way underneath the Wyvern and popped back up on the other side of the sawmill. Right on cue the ground underneath the Wyvern collapsed along with a portion of the sawmill itself. Sounds of movement came from the whole as the creature was now clearly awake. However the sound of scuffle turned into yelps of what seemed like pain from the creature.
Moments later the group of four was enveloped in literal wall of darkness, together with a large portion of the forest. It looked like dome of perfect blackness which interestingly let the light of the sun pass through it but nothing else.
“Of course it had to be one of the more elaborate traps.” Joshua affirmed before continuing “Don’t touch the darkness!” he finished redundantly as the dangers of touching whatever the barrier was made of was pretty much common sense. | 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. |
46,123 | 1,248 | 81 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander whirled at the barrier that enclosed them searching for a way out but they were fully encircled. At least they could see. Larion let out a vicious snarl at the black stuff but Alexander hushed him and stood still, eyes searching for any sign of danger. The wyvern had been seemingly trapped and was fighting something. "Any advice or do we sit here and hope for the best?" Alexander asked somewhat rhetorically, technically they weren't in any danger yet but being trapped was generally the precursor to something dangerous. He wondered what the barrier stopped, just organics? One way? Not enough information on anything. Ugh. | 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 |
46,124 | 1,248 | 82 | 1,469 | 281 | Imgor was on the ground, too weak to get up. This was the second time this day, which was definetly one of his worse days. He hopefully still was able to do significant damage to the wyvern, or at least prevent it from fighting back at all.
However, he still wasn't done yet, even though he had next to no magic reserves, and was weakened from a sudden drain of magic; his crossbow was loaded and cocked, and when applied to a very very small radius for an instant, he would still be able to cast his tracking spell using the shred of magic he regenerated since the sudden drain, but even then, the radius would be too small to reach the barrier from his current position.
Imgor recalled the rune, that increased the range of vitae spells, if he wanted to use his tracking spell to find out anything about the barrier, he needed it to increase the range sufficiently to even reach the barrier. He envisioned how it would look like when adjusted to he fairly low range from his location to the barrier, and he started drawing it onto the ground with his fingers, in the end, the rune would be roughly hand-sized.
At the same time, his familiar started returning to the ground below Imgor, initially to provide shelter for him should the need arise. He asked his familiar to draw a larger version of the rune under the ground around him, not made up of tunnels, but carved into the tunnel's and cave's floors or ceilings.
After half a minute of drawing, the familiar's rune was finished, and subsequently, Imgor cast his tracking spell, with the intent of finding the weakest spot in the barrier, that has an effect on nearby parts of the barrier; in essence a fault, that would cause it to at least partially collapse, if said fault was damaged sufficiently. He hoped he would not pass out from using up all his magic for the 3rd time this day.
Interestingly enough his spell did not point out any particular point in the barrier itself, rather it seemed the wyvern itself was the weakness of the barrier. At least that's what Imgor managed to glimpse before his spell failed again due to low mana reserves.
A slight confusion set in in Imgor's mind, caused by a mix of the extremely low mana, the weakened body due to sudden mana drain after extremely low mana, and this revelation, so Imgor just stares at the pile of rubble, that trapped the wyvern. | 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) |
46,125 | 1,248 | 83 | 1,524 | 552 | Jonathan sighed, of course it had to be something as complicated as a murder. He briefly contemplated moving on without getting involved, but of course, that would go against his honor. If he had sworn to protect the thankless masses from evil. Be it the fell influence of monsters or the savagery of their fellow man. He leaned slightly forward, which was all linda needed to gently push through the crowd.
“Greetings gentlemen, To you speaks Jonathan of Gulderland... Noble and all that... but let us skip to the important part... I saw this crowd gathering, and my honor compels me to offer my assistance in this predicament here.” He remained mounted on his horse. “So... could you find use of my assistance?” | 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 |
46,126 | 1,248 | 84 | 1,638 | 513 | “You’ve got your new weapons. And we obviously need to take it down. I suggest you start your training with them.” Joshua responded to Alex while he approached a collapsed Imgor.
Imgor kept staring at where the wyvern had collapsed into the ground just as a claw clasped the edge of the hole. The claw was covered in black sludge like liquid with a similarly black vapor emanating from it. Soon the entire creature pulled itself out.
“That’s impossible! The plague does not progress so quickly!” Joshua blurted out.
The creature had lost large portions of its wings. It had become black and its flesh looked like it melted away for the most part, while the bones that used to form the rib-cage of the creature were now protruding upwards through its back in an unnatural fashion.
At the same time a distinct scythe made a thud as it hit ground and right after, Sapphire followed suit as she fell to her knees letting out a yelp not of fear but of pain as she clutched her abdomen. Dark markings began spreading over her entire body, which came to the attention of the others present as they reached her neck and then covered half her face.
Her yelp obviously did not go unnoticed, and before anyone could even react, the now plagued creature lunged at her. A black mist formed around Sapphire which converged into an arced solid structure that now sat between her and the lunging beast.
The plagued wyvern pummeled into it, breaking it apart and knocking Sapphire out in the process, however not before spikes of similar material to the wall that formed from the black mist shot up through the ground and impaled the wyvern.
A howl resounded through the forest, the creature clearly still alive yet immobilized for the time being, struggling to come free.
The fact that Jonathan, unlike the rest of the people who gathered around, rode to the scene attracted the attention of the veteran hunter among the two. The younger one was just about to take action against Jonathan as he focused his on him instead of the crowd and approached him with furious steps, obviously not pleased with him striding in without a care in the world.
“Hey, you th-“, Before he could continue the older one stepped next to the young one and raised his hand in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. This incited the crowed even more, furiously protesting at the fact that he was allowed to approach.
The younger one gave Jonathan a rather sour look, however he seemed rather obedient to the veteran as he went back to his attempts at calming the near-revolt.
“Yes, I've heard of the House of Gulderland. Regardless of your nobility however, unless you're a hunter, I can’t allow you to step any closer.” The other one spoke.
The door creaked open and Willo stepped out of the room and back into the main hall. The door to which the blood trail led was open. It was previously closed. That spelled trouble.
“Willo!” Lazarus yelled from behind the barrier yet still somehow maintaining a stern voice. Just after he yelled her name a black gooey liquid dripped onto her shoulder.
Just above her, suspended over the door-frame, an entity observed her. The being vaguely resembled the shape of a human, yet it was clearly anything but. Bones were sticking out of its limbs, its flesh was dark green in its appearance as if partly decomposed, with a black bile seeping out through cuts and openings in the skin. Its head was nearly featureless with a mere pair of perfectly black eyes and what Willo identified as its arms and feet ended in sharp bony claws.
Usually the plague affects every living thing it infects differently. Some might even be confused with normal animals if the plague progresses slowly enough. However, there were tell-tale signs of infection such as greenish or black secretions and blackened eyes.
Lazarus had taught Willo and her team how to recognize these signs of infection. It obviously didn’t take long for Willo to deduce what she was facing in this case.
Despite it not appearing to have much strength in its atrophied limbs, it pounced with considerable speed at Willo. | 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. |
46,127 | 1,248 | 85 | 732 | 8,842 | Well two down, two left. If you counted Joshua who seemed surprised but also to have no intent of helping. One then. A wyvern was hard enough to kill on its own, much less when it was plagued. Still it was trapped for the moment, by whatever the hell was going on with Sapphire, which gave Alexander what was most likely a once in a fight chance. He'd already begun moving towards the creature when it had burst out of the ruined building towards Sapphire. Going for the most direct route of attack Alexander was next to the creature's head in a flash and his weapon was plunged into the creature's eye. Without a moment to recover Larion leapt on the monster's neck, securing himself with all of his legs and gripped in his jaws, shaking it savagely. To compile upon it Alexander activated his weapon and the blade burst into metal shards that blasted into the creature's skull. It was dead. Hopefully. Or else he had a feeling those foul looking claws would find a new sheath in his body. | 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 |
46,128 | 1,248 | 86 | 1,524 | 552 | Unless you are a hunter... Apparently Jonathans name had preceded him before his reputation. You seem to be mistaken as to my intent my good man. He took something hanging off the back of his saddle, it looked like a coil of razor wire at first glance, but it had the unmistakable sheen of star-metal. You see, I do not approach you as a passer-by, or some useless noble who watches idly as the land and the people are scoured by the blight. He flicked the coil, and it unwrapped to its full length, a glistening snaking whip soared through the sky, and with another flick of jonathans wrist, it retracted in length, each segment clicking together into a massive shaft. I approach you as a fellow hunter... Jonathan proudly held his lance pointed skyward. So... Do you still wish to simply dismiss me as some incompetent? He asked the question while staring directly at the veteran hunter, as if challenging him to say yes. | 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 |
46,129 | 1,248 | 87 | 1,638 | 513 | Bits of bone and other dark fleshy parts were strewn across the ground opposite of Alex as the wyvern’s head came apart. It took a moment for the creature to slump to the ground, limbs still twitching. However, all was not well. While Larion helped with the immobilization of the plagued being by leaping on its back, some of the the bones that used to form the wyverns rib-cage had impaled Alex’s familiar. The puncture wounds weren't too deep and did not seem life threatening, but leaving them untreated for too long would no doubt be unwise.
On the brighter side however, the dome that was trapping them was dissipating slowly.
Meanwhile, Joshua was in the process of helping Imgor up. His eyes widened when he looked to the side to where Sapphire had been laying after being knocked out.
A man stood not too far from the creature with an unconscious Sapphire in his arms. His face was obscured by a plain white mask with only two gaps for the eyes.
The man stared at Alexander first then at Joshua and Imgor before bolting off into the woods.
Joshua in turn made sure Imgor could stand on his own and ran off after him.
“Get to Kiruth! Find Lazarus!” He shouted back at the two.
The veteran folded his arms to his chest and huffed.
“Then I assume you would have the appropriate documents on you?”
It seemed this one would not let himself be impressed by some flashy weaponry or pose. And Jonathan knew for a fact he could not show him any of the mentioned documents as he was still a hunter in training.
“However, no ordinary citizen is likely to have such a tool in his possession.” He then smiled. A slightly mocking smile too.
“Let me guess. You are a mere fledging. Who’s your mentor?”
As they conversed two more individuals showed up and were allowed onto the scene of the apparent murder. The two were most likely there to dispose of the bodies once the other two completed their investigation.
The bolt struck the back of Willos assailant. Willo couldn’t really make out whether the front limbs were arms or legs, since they bent so unnaturally, but regardless the thing used them to redirect the momentum horizontally, continuing its charge towards her, completely unfazed by the bolt stuck in its back.
It approached with ample speed, further connoted by the deep marks it left in the marble floor where it landed. It left Willo with little to time perform a conventional dodge. | 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. |
46,130 | 1,248 | 88 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander did a brief sweep for more dangers as the wyvern collapsed, wiping the small smattering of gore that had landed on him off his face as best he could. Then he froze when he saw the man holding Sapphire- in an instant his crossbow was in his hand ready to fire, but even faster than him the man had vanished into the woods. Alexander cursed as Joshua left them- again -to chase after the masked man. What was the deal with the darkness that Sapphire had let out and that white masked man? One thing after another wasn't it? Sighing Alexander took out a small metal box and stretched out some gauze, wrapping it around the worst of his familiar's injuries. Alexander quietly whispered his encouragement to the injured lizard and it growled back, oddly pleased with itself. Hopefully the blight hadn't managed to spread, Alexander didn't want to think about what would happen if it had. Alexander gave a hopeful whistle and Imgor's horse as well Alexander's own came trotting back, throwing their heads and neighing nervously. Well that was lucky at least, it wasn't unusual for horses to be trained to respond to whistles. Alexander cut of one of the wyvern's talon's and stuffed it into his bag, it couldn't hurt to take trophy, if nothing else it was proof they'd done the deed. He made sure Imgor could get on his own horse first before jumping onto his own. There was no point in following Joshua, if the masked man could beat or escape from him there was nothing Alexander could do about it, regardless of how much he wanted her back. With a small kick of his feet his horse began travelling down the road towards Kiruth again, Larion following eagerly. Just another day. | 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 |
46,131 | 1,248 | 89 | 1,469 | 281 | Weakened, Imgor knew he had no chance at pursuit now, so he got up with Joshua's help, and trotted to his horse.
Once he recovered he should be able to try to use his tracking spell to find either Joshua or Sapphire, with a bit of luck, and a good guess as to where Sapphire might have been taken, if he only knew something about the abductor.
On the ride, while recovering most of his physical strength, Imgor wondered whether or not they had to set up camp for the night, or if they would be able to reach a town or even their destination before.
Only some time into the ride he recalled what had happened to the wyvern: apparently the plague had spread faster, than even Joshua thought possible, although Sapphire's 'ability' may have been the cause of that, if speeding up the plague like that is even possible. That is also likely the reason why she was abducted, which means, whereever she is taken, the plague will likely have something to do with it.
Once he had recovered sufficient mana, Imgor planned to check for the density of the plague, kind of like a map. If his assertion is correct, Sapphire will be taken to either a high concentration of the plague, or a low concentration of it. | 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) |
46,132 | 1,248 | 90 | 1,524 | 552 | And so Willo did not dodge conventionally. As the beast closed the distance between them, her eyes faded in color, and rather than side-step or yield backward ground, she lunged forward in a black misty haze. She passed through and by it in vapors, reforming the split hairs of the moment the attack was avoided.
"This way~!"
Her foot pressed against its back, and she jumped again, torquing her body parallel to the ground and whipping the glaive up at it with as much force as she could muster. Without the aid of a super-heated blade however, she didn't expect much of an effect, and in the worst case the thing would stick to the beast, and be lost to her. But she didn't think about that, she had few options and if she spent the whole time debating them the damned beast would devour her. | 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 |
46,133 | 1,248 | 91 | 1,638 | 513 | First Nickolaus, now Sapphire. The group members dwindling to half within a week. It did not bode well for the foreseeable future, considering the recent events. Things seemed to be in play that even informed individuals like Joshua were unaware of.
As dusk was setting, with the sun just barely visible on the horizon, Alex and Imgor were two thirds of the way to Kiruth, having made good time with the horses they acquired not too long ago. They might have made it to the town by now, however Larion was having difficulties maintaining the pace. It wasn’t clear yet if those were signs of the plague or simply fatigue due to the injuries sustained, however he was definitely not in top condition.
Imgor tried to find Joshua or Sapphire using his spell along the way, with little success unfortunately. Another attempt to locate hot-spots of plague infection was inconclusive as well, with a lack of any remarkable high or low density plague zones. The fact that he did such a broad search also limited his range considerably.
Provided they decided not to camp out for the night, they would likely arrive in Kiruth just after midnight, not too long after one other horseman with similar goals. A comparable view would await them, namely that of an unexplained crowd at the center of the town.
In Castle Bloodleaves the struggle of another one continued.
Willo was indeed fast, and her Flitter aided that even further. This creature however, was beyond human. By the time she flung her body around in order to strike the beasts back, it was already facing her. The glaive cut deep into what used to be a hand of sorts and Willos fears became reality. The glaive did not really stick to the creature. Instead it grabbed the glaive. It then spun it around in a semicircle in a mindless attempt to get it out of the way. This flung Willo into the wall behind it.
A metallic clink dwarfed the thud Willos body made against the wall, as the glaive lodged itself into the wall not too far from her head.
Willo collapsed to the ground dazed, the room seemingly spinning around her, after the hard impact with the wall.
"Willo!" Lazarus said her name again to try and get her to focus. She could barely hear it, obscured by a ringing in her ears. "Use the barrier!" He then added.
Within moments the creature was once more right in front of her, stood on its hind limbs and preparing to hack at her with the same arm she wounded with the glaive, greenish liquid dripping onto the marble below. | 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. |
46,134 | 1,248 | 92 | 1,638 | 513 | The older hunter was right on point with his comments. It would appear simple posturing did not fool the man. “Yes... yes you are right...” Jonathan gritted his teeth as he glanced at the crowd around him. The nerve this hunter had to just denounce him like that... But then again, he was also right. “I don't really know what happened to my old master, guess such is a risk of the job... But I was on my way to castle bloodleaves right now to meet with another one. Seeing as I was ahead on my travel schedulde I decided I could afford to get waylaid and so here I am.”
He took a breath after this explenation. Long-winded breathless monologues were still a skill he had retained from more comfortable times. He folded his lance back up without much show. Showing the thing off had failed anyway. “So... From your insistence to have me out of the way I gather you can't really find use for me. I guess I'll be on my way then.” He spurred linda to walk back into the crowd, carefully, as to not accidentally trample on a hapless townsman. | 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. |
46,135 | 1,248 | 93 | 1,524 | 552 | Willo went most of her life ignoring the downsides to her physique, mostly because she was smart enough to avoid dealing with them. More often than not the only drawback to being as quick as was, was the lack of 'oomph' she packed. However there were rare times, times like these, where the frailty of her body became suddenly and painfully evident.
Her whole form shivered as though the room had dropped twenty-degrees, which given how wildly it spun in her eyes, very well could have been the case. A hand searched around blindly until it found rest against the wall and she leaned on it, trying to shake the ringing from her ears. The moments felt stretched, and in the back of her mind a tiny voice screamed she was wasting the last few she'd have in the world. Eventually she listened just in time to hear Lazarus call her attention to the barrier.
"Ugh..." she groaned, turning to see the beast had lost no steam and was already preparing another attack. "Oh fuck me."
When the swipe came she evaporated once again, passing by harmlessly, though when she reformed it was with a heavy stumble that betrayed how effected she was. Still, Willo persisted, dashing to the barrier's face, then whirling around to meet the beast she assumed would still be following her. If the expected attack came, she'd Flitter out of the way once again, and hope the thing's momentum would carry it forward into the trap. | 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 |
46,136 | 1,248 | 94 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander looked around the town with blurry eyes, pushing through the night had been primary his decision, he hadn't wanted to risk spending a night camping with there current condition. Plus he wanted to get Larion help as soon as possible. His faithful companion trekked on stalwartly but faltered every now and then. Alexander had expected the town to be somewhat quiet as they tended to be towards midnight but for some reason a crowd had gathered in a vaguely centralized location.
Somewhat curious in spite of his exhaustion Alexander grabbed the nearest person he could find, "What's going on here, something happen?" Well in hindsight the question was slightly stupid as obviously something happened or these people would be in their beds. He was tired gosh dang it. "And where's the inn from here?" He'd never been here and he didn't find the idea of wandering around at midnight searching for it to be particularly appealing. | 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 |
46,137 | 1,248 | 95 | 1,638 | 513 | The Sickened creature struck but a mist of what Willo used to be, for she had vanished and reappeared part of the way to the barrier, with Lazarus observing from the other side.
The creature turned towards her, the skin covering its lower face parting. Another screech resonated through the hallways, echoing all the way to the exterior of the castle.
A similar screech had been heard before yet the skin on the face of this one was intact moments ago before it let out its own one. It didn’t seem as if it was alone.
On the road towards Castle Bloodleaves the veteran hunter stopped just as buildings on the side of the road were dwindling and stared at the castle from which the monstrous sound came. At the same time Jonathan caught up to him extending his hand to him.
The veteran blinked in a moment of confusion after all that had happened, before nodding and taking his hand.
“Your help is appreciated.”
Two bodies were just being removed from the scene of the town center, when Alex and Imgor arrived at the location.
An eerie silence engulfed the area as the crowd stared in silence at the castle in the distance.
Alexander went to the nearest person he could see, looking for answers.
“I- I don’t know. Two men were . . . murdered in plain sight of the pub.” The man kept shifting his gaze to the castle. “An- And then there was this . . . terrifying scream that came from there.”
It seemed the question did not prove so pointless after all. The man looked at the two dumbfounded once the second one came. “The inn’s not far from here . . . b- but all things considered, I don’t recommend staying here.”
"I'm kind of tired from the journey so far, a good rest would certainly do good." Imgor yawns. "In fact, I wouldn't trust myself in battle right now."
Imgor's tone implied asking Alexander to discuss how to proceed.
The man simply pointed to the Inn at a point where the street intersected with another one.
Alexander nodded, they could both use a rest and he wasn't worried enough about the apparant murder to forgo a good nights sleep. Besides, if anything attacked them in the middle of the night, well morning really, Larion would doubtless alert them or take care of it alltogether. Thanking the man Alexander turned his horse towards the inn. Naturally he first tied his horse before going inside to arrange their lodgings, they could work on the rest of their task and perhaps find out some more about the murder in the morning.
The castle would probably be a good place to start given the nervous glances of the helpful villager. His thoughts were further supported by the tremendous echoing roar that came out of the castle mere moments later. Wasn't that castle Bloodleaves? Joshua had said something about it earlier he was pretty sure but he couldn't remember what. Whatever, clearly he wasn't functioning very well and if the town came under attack then surely the gaurd could deal with it or something.
Being tired, Imgor did the same, almost forgetting to tie his horse due to tiredness.
The entire process of paying for the room and then getting into bed went by like a blur, yet once in bed Alexander felt the restlessness that plagued his familiars mind.
Alexander sighed. The bed was soo very soft and comfortable. He really didn't want to bother with whatever was at the castle. He sat up and Larion nuzzeled him eagerly. "You're a real pain you know that buddy?" Alexander stared at the oversized lizard for a bit longer while considering what to do. "Ah well, I guess a little walk couldn't hurt now could it?" A rhetorical question of course but Larion responded to it eagerly all the same.
Just as the two left the Inn, Alexander could nearly feel the horrid surge of pain shoot through Larions body, the source of it being the wounds he sustained in the earlier scuffle. Usually the bond between the master and familiar involves their minds being permanently interlocked, and their minds alone. Yet some how Alex could feel a third presence creeping its way into theirs. And Larion was definitely worse off than he was at the time.
"Son of a-" Alexander cursed in surprise at the sudden burst of pain. He'd known Larion was still wounded and had fully intended to deal with it in the morning, well, later in the morning, but he hadn't known it was this bad. Whats more there was the oddest sensation of a third being shoving its way into link between them. Was this some side effect of the plauge? Larion hadn't shown any signs of being affected by it but that didn't mean he wasn't. Obviously the first thing he had to do was make it to some sort of doctor.
Before he was able to take any further action his body suddenly grew numb, and his vision faded to black. The last thing he felt was the impact of his body hitting the ground.
In the castle, a wake of marks scarred the ground as the beast charged Willo again and again, Willo all the while deftly evaded its attacks with her Flitter. The final flitter was near, and with perfect timing, the creature went through what seemed like dark dust instead of striking Willo. Its claws however, dug deep into the ground, its momentum coming to a halt just before the barrier. Another howl as it turned to face Willo, completely ignoring the man in front of him. The howl, no doubt, was once again heard outside, attracting the attention of Imgor and Alexander.
As it prepared another charged an exicus rune appeared, seemingly in midair, glowing brightly behind it. An invisible force pulled it backwards and pinned it against the barrier, slowly incinerating its back. However it seemed it would not pass through all the way.
“Willo!” Lazarus spoke her name again as if always expecting her to know what she should be doing next. Regardless, the next step was but obvious.
Willo could feel it, the toll of Flitter's repeated use on her energy. Though the spell was meant to be cast rapidly, nothing was infinite, and coupled with the pained ache from the beast's earlier attack, she knew the barrier's "intervention" was a saving grace. Not that she'd admit it of course.
--"Got it!" she called back, almost before Lazarus had even finished, then picked up once again into a sprint towards the beast. She didn't expect to be able to do much, but light as she was, she still carried weight that could only assist the barrier's suctioning destruction of the monster. Once and for the final time, she was sure, she evaporated, then came again into being with her feet planted on the beast, planning to push it further into the barrier and herself back, out of harm's way.
The rune vanished with Lazarus side-stepping the incinerated pile of flesh just in time, the remains sliding out through the massive gates behind him.
All the while Willo hit the ground after the strike, not having the strength to lift one finger.
On the stairs leading to the said gates, two individulas hurried up towards the entrance to Castle Bloodleaves.
"Watch out!" The veteran hunter yelled as he dove to the side, grasping whatever he could to not slide down the steep hill..
Jonathan was suddenly faced with a flying hunk of burning meat hurtling towards him. Jonathan was not deterred by this though, his horse saw the hunk as well, and its training saw it already dodging to the side opposite the one the veteran dove towards.
The hunter made his way back to the main staircase and dusted himself off, groaning all the while.
"I am going to kill that fool." He muttered to himself before continuing the climb, completely ignoring Jonathans presence in the process.
Jonathan dismounted from his horse to follow the hunter. He patted her on her side before going. "Stay here girl, you know the drill on manouvering inside." He followed after, his hand resting on the handle of his saber.
It took a bit for Willo to finally regain some strength, just enough to probably get up to her feet. Lazarus' attention was more on the walls that held the barrier runes than anything else. Cracks permeated the areas in which they were carved.
"It seems the barrier was intended to deter anyone from entereing, but not to fully prevent them from doing so."
The creature didn't even have that much mass yet it was enough to make the barrier collapse.
Willo however, found energy just from being able to stand, though not to do much else. Her steps were shaky, in fact she was trembling like a leaf overall. It didn't deter the massive grin splitting her face.
"Did you see that." It wasn't even a question, and it would quickly become apparent Willo's aim wasn't conversation. "That was so fucking good, you were like--Laz, Laz you were like 'Use the barrier!' and that thing--what the shit happened to it?!" Slowly, she made her way over to her mentor and scooped up Cinderwill from the ground, rolling her neck and shoulders. A few minutes would be enough to get the spring back in her step, but she wouldn't be doing much Flitting for a good while. She considered nudging Lazarus with her shoulder, but quickly decided against it. No need to tempt fate so often. "So much for the beast of Castle Bloodleaves, ah?"
Lazarus barely managed to open his mouth, and for a second there it even seemed like he was going to praise Willo for her actions. But at that point she would never find out, as another hunter barged in through the gate behind him.
"You little- I leave you alone in this town for one minute, and this is what you do?!" The hunter raged.
"This is supposed to be an assignement by the council." Lazarus responded calmly.
All the while Jonathan showed up from behind the raging hunter. Willo would no doubt note the flashy clothing. It seemed to be a nobleman. She could only wonder what someone like him could be doing here.
"And would you have preffered the creature to be let loose in the town?" Lazarus continued in the meantime. The other hunter merely grumbled in objection and took a few steps back after yelling at Lazarus, mere inches away from his face.
Jonathan suddenly remembered he had a certain letter on him, which in turn reminded him of why he was here, at Castle Bloodleaves.
"If I may interject" He said as he produced the letter from his pockets. "I was instructed to come here to meet my new mentor. Named Joshua... that wouldn't be any of you" His tone was meek and his posture was reticent. He wasn't going to be humbled by a hunter again today
"Who's tall dark and spit-shined?" Willo asked, leaning to Lazarus though it was spoken more to the air.
Lazarus in turn glanced at Willo and discounting her remark spoke to Jonathan.
"I am Drake Lazarus. Since it is only you who are here, I will assume you are not yet part of the group Joshua is currently training. He should however, arrive shortly." He explained.
Before Lazarus could discuss any other issues with him, he was nearly dragged outside by the other hunter present, somehow still maintaining a straight face all the way through the process. This left the two trainees to get acquainted with eachother, while also having to cope with the one-sided shouting coming from just beyond the gates of the caslte.
Jonathan remained silent for a moment before turning to the others in the room. "So... what was that flaming corpse flying out the front door about?"
Willo blinked at the argument going on not too far away. Twice today she'd been surprised by the way strangers treated Lazarus, and she half expected her mentor to lay the angry sod out flat. But no, civil as always. She turned to the noble boy, looked him up toe-to-head then back again, before beaming back.
"Like it? Big ol' beastie won't be bothering anyone anymore!" she chimed, dusting her hands off together. "So, you a newbie too?"
"Yeah, Don't really know what happened to my previous mentor, he just kind of disappeared one day. I used my family's contacts to get in touch with this Joshua character". He looked over his conversation partner. She seemed of a rather lithe build and a seemingly naive disposition. "So what's your story?"
"Me?" she swooped over to Jonathon and made a grand, sweeping wave at the horizon. "I'm a beast hunter, a hero! Or something. How about you, shiny? You look like the real...sporty sort."
"Why yes miss, It takes quite a trained frame to ram a lance all the way to the shaft into a slavering monstrosity, and just as much strength to pull it out afterwards."
As the conversation progressed, Jonathan would start hearing incomprehensible whispers, which at a glance seemed to surround him.
She looked at him blankly, head cocked. "Those are some expensive words for 'I kill shit', but hey, the more the merrier."
"What can I say, I was raised to be yet another fat nobleman sitting on his ass, guess the expensive language is something I've yet to unlearn." He checked around him to see whether anyone else was in the room." You hearing something too?" He said with a midly concerned voice.
She cocked a brow and glanced around with him. "...Nope can't say I am. Why? You hear something? Anything neat?"
"No, just... whispers spitting out nonsense in tongues. Coming from everywhere yet nowhere in particular.". He was growing increaasingly concerned now. "You think someone is playing magic tricks on me? I'm serious, it's just... there." The hand resting on his saber grew tighter.
"Uhm..." her smile turned nervous, and she put her hands up in a calming manner. "I'm sure you're fine, probably just a tick, maybe the wind, excuse me a moment."
She offered an overly-extravagant bow --wasn't that how the nobles did it?-- then scurried over to Lazarus and the other gentlemen, jutting a thumb back at Jonathon. "Laz, new guy's losing it."
The other hunter gave Lazarus one last sour look before leaving. Lazarus in turn, spun around to face her. "Yes. Of course. We are in close proximity of the creature." He responded, reminding Willo of the other creatures presence. He then pulled out a familiar piece of paper. The one that held the rune which was supposed to be cut into the skin to clear ones mind from its effects.
"Please show this to our new arrival. I have to take care of one more thing." Lazarus instructed Willo, while remaining outside.
Willo took the paper and nodded. "Sure thing boss. Hey, thanks for the coaching and what not back there, we really handed it to'em," she said, again deciding against nudging him.
"Hey!" her attention returned to Jonathon, and she jogged back to him, the energy regained to do so. She shoved the runed sheet out at him. "Forgot to mention, beastie still around fucks with your mind, gotta mark this rune into your skin. And don't be a baby about it, pretty sure that's also part of the ritual."
Jonathan nodded his head and took a look at the rune. He pulls a small survival knife from his belt, rolls up hus sleeves, takes a deep breath, and makes the first cut." hrrmph... I hope you aren't pulling my leg on this, Id' rather not be cutting my flesh for shits and gigles here."
The cuts after the first one soon followed, and as soon as the pattern was complete, the whispers seemed to die down."aaah... that helped... well it still hurt, but it helped against the whispers..." He looked back to what he assumed would be his fellow trainee as he wiped the blood off of his arm and noted that she lacked any visible scarring that would likely remain after carving a rune into ones skin. "So, I'm noticing a distinct lack of scars. Is there some sort of second part involving healing runes you neglected to tell me about?"
"Probably," Willo said, but shrugged. "Laz has the weird, mystic bandage things, you'd have to ask'im. Oh, but don't call him Laz."
Lazarus finally came back inside. "As it would seem, it might still be a while until Joshua arrives. For now, you will be acting as a member of this team. Initially I was supposed to join this team on the first floor. If successful they would have been promoted to official hunters and would have proceeded to purging the second floor of the celler of plagued creatures as part of their first assignment. Since I have yet to gauge your skill in combat. . ." he glanced at Jonathan as he said that ". . . it seems that is no longer possible." He then paused in contemplation.
"We will instead secure a camp spot on the first floor and wait for the arrival of Joshua and his team."
"The cellar is of extensive size." He explained the need to establish camp site to Jonathan.
"Affirmative, I'll do my best to assist" He said. "I am not all that proficient at fighting in enclosed spaces though, just as a bit of tactical information." | 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. |
46,138 | 1,248 | 96 | 1,638 | 513 | The crummy steps of Lazarus and the two hunters-in-training reverberated through the long hallway, accompanied by the crackling sound of the dredged up debris bits that used to form a neat marble floor, getting crushed under their feet. It was rather amazing how easily the place turned into shambles after the rather short scuffle Willo had with the sickened creature. The blood trail, however, was still strikingly visible.
Lazarus instead entered the armory, opposite of the door where the trail ended, which also held the puzzle intended to allow passage through the now defunct barrier rune. A few seconds of peering at the rune on the wall and he glanced at Willo over his shoulder.
“Nothing. . . and a smile.” He revealed to her.
After another gander at the rune Lazarus turned around and walking in-between Willo and Jonathan, exited the armory. Walking up to the door on the other side of the hallway he merely waved his hand, urging the two to follow him.
Alexander found himself surrounded by a bright light. In an instant that brightness turned to darkness, with a mere crack in what appeared to be a canopy of murkiness. Alexanders eyes instinctively followed the light from its source to not far in front of him. There laid Larion, every extremity of his shackled with rusty chains.
The beam of light that fell unto Larion began narrowing and Alexander could feel dread overtaking him for some reasons. He didn’t know why, but he felt like that wasn’t supposed to happen. He was afraid the light would go away altogether. | 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. |
46,139 | 1,248 | 97 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander groaned quietly to himself. What had happened? He was blinded briefly by an overwhelming light, but it quickly left him to shine on something else. Larion, Alexander realized, barely recognizing his companion with his still teary eyes and the excessive wrappings of chains. The light slowly began fading and a growing sense of dread filled all of Alexander. "W-wait!" he cried out, his voice a half gargled croak. His throat was dry and his lungs felt heavy, barely able to make noise. Struggling to pull himself towards the shackled lizard Alexander tried again, somewhat more intelligibly this time, but not much more than a whisper. "Wait!" Where in the nine was he? What was going on? His attempts to remember anything only resulted in drawing an utter blank. Alexander had left the inn to take Larion on a brief walk, there was on overwhelming burst of pain through their connection, some strange entity, then... Nothing. Was Larion shackled because he was infected? Was... Alexander himself infected? | 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 |
46,140 | 1,248 | 98 | 1,638 | 513 | Past the door, stairs led to what the two could only assume was the cellar they were supposed to clear. The descent was long and as they progressed the aesthetics of the environment changed. The chiseled stone slabs which put together the hall they were in previously were replaced by rough uneven ones.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs they were faced with another enormous corridor extending to their right. At the end of it another similar hallways extended in both directions.
However the most noteworthy elements were two troll like creatures rambling around the area. They had to be at least twice the size of an average person. The fact that one of their arms was over-sized and took the shape of a gigantic claw, probably the just over half the size of their body, was clear indication of the plagues affliction. Most curious of things was how they looked almost identical. If Willo and Jonathan had learning anything over the course of their training, it was how end result of a plague infection was never the same, even if the infected species was.
The two beasts were still unaware of their presence, a fact which Lazarus nonchalantly changed as he spoke.
“Single-handedly defeating such a beast would no doubt prove difficult, but not impossible. Two of them even more so. I wish to see how well the two of you can work together, despite having just met.”
The two sickened trolls turned to face them and roared in unison, also revealing sharp teeth coated in black sludge. Lazarus glanced at them, took a few steps back and crossed his arms.
Willo knew Lazarus would only be an observant to this battle, having seen this posture all too often.
The light in front of Alex vanished together with Larion and was quickly replaced by a blur of murky colors. He felt a few pats on his cheek followed by a faint voice.
“Ah, there we go.”
Alexander quickly realized it was Joshua standing over him. Not in all good shape either. His attire was visibly beat-up and what seemed like traces of blood ran down from his forehead all the way to his chin.
Larion laid on the ground next to him, slightly trembling, his consciousness still clung to Alexanders mind, and dearly so. This required a considerable amount of concentration, however if Alexander let go now Larion would be forever lost to him.
At least the pain was no longer so intense.
“No time to squabble. We should wake up Imgor. Actually you are going to do that. I must see if I can catch up to the old friend I was talking about back at the hideout. Once you’re at the castle we’ll also see to Larion, yes? He doesn’t seem well.” Joshua explained as he helped Alexender up to his feet and prepared to leave. | 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. |
46,141 | 1,248 | 99 | 732 | 8,842 | Well that only served to make things more confusing. Alexander still had no idea what was going on. Larion was still chained up. His headache was slightly less painful, but still an needling pain. Alexander felt Larion's self slipping away and held onto it like a drowning man to a lifeline. Having established a firm mental grip Alexander considered the situation at hand. Joshua was bleeding. Or had been bleeding. Joshua didn't bleed, heck most of the time he didn't even look dirty. Alexander feebly regained his footing and pointed weakly at where Larion had been, holding onto the image of his friend mentally. "But Larion." He croaked, "Where's Larion?" Where was Imgor? Why did they have to wake him up? What in the nine was going on and perhaps most importantly- "Where are we?" | 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 |
46,142 | 1,248 | 100 | 1,638 | 513 | Casually, fluidly, Willo drew Cinderwill from her back and struck the handle-switch against the wall. Already she'd been cheated out of using it against one beast --well, perhaps that was more her fault-- it felt good to hold the blade in her hand as it slowly heated up.
"Aight shiny, you an' me then," she said, glancing to Jonathon.
Jonathan took a more conservative approach, he simply unfurled the whip lance from his belt and locked it into a lance mode. He didn't have the advantage of horseback right now, so he would have to make use of the other asset his lance granted him... reach.
Similar to their synchronized roar beforehand, the two beasts charged at the two combat-ready trainees, the ground cracking under their heavy steps.
"Alright, behind me!" Jonathan commanded, his voice amking it clear there was no time for argueing. He set one foot in front, one foot in back... braced himself as he had been thought. A charge was a charge, whether it was a mounted knight or a blight beast.
"Oh, a gentleman!" she laughed, and followed along behind. In the back of her mind she knew she'd have to be careful, there'd be little if any Flitting this go around, not after the last fight.
Finally the actions of the two creatures diverged as one continued the charge while the other leapt in the air, at absurd height really, considering the mass of the sickened being.
"Willo, intercept jumper!" Jonathan wasn't even bothering with complete sentences anymore, he lowered his spear to continue his original strategy of breaking the chaarge with a braced spear strike... Finding a good spot to strike was always a gamble, and this time, he bet his cards on the creature's oversized arm. He would just have to hope its increased mass also meant increased bloodflow, and thus... increased bleeding.
Intercept? If Willo hadn't been otherwise engaged she might have stopped to laugh at him. Intercept, what was she going to do? Tackle the big fuck? No way in hell was she running face first into that thing. Instead, she let Jonathon go ahead, and waited, Cinderwill primed back, to meet it on the ground, where it damn well ought to have been.
The charging troll stopped in its tracks just in front of Jonathans lance and smacked its oversized fist into the ground. Were it not for the ability of the lance to turn into a whip it would have been snapped in half like a twig. Instead it was forcefully shifted into its whip mode. At the same time rocks were sent flying by the impact pelting Jonathan, while forcefully pushing him backwards to the point where he nearly stumbled over Willo. It was at that point the two likely realized the nature of their situation. If they were not take serious action with the next second or so, the other beast would land on both of them, with crushing results.
A second however, was all that Jonathan needed. At least in real time. When he realized the dire straits he was in, a more supernatural skill was made manifest. To an outside observer, it would be as if he acquired nigh presciencs. Everything moved as if suspended in syrup, and he had all the time in the world to see the little crack he could exploit... That crack, would be the momentum his whiplance still had. He allowed the weapon to fly out behind him, and then adjusted it ever so slightly. Right past Willo... and coiling around the leg of the looming threat above him. The moment that happened, he simply pulled forward and downward...
Willo didn't bother with trying to figure out what had happened, or how Jonathon had reacted as quickly as he had. Instead, on pure instinct she dashed away and tried to Flitter, only for a soreness to pulse through her and leave her stumbling a few feet sideward.
The momentum of Jonathans whip was just enough to pull the massive hazard out of the way. The creature crashed into the ground, narrowly missing Jonathan, yet the shockwave created sent him flying over where Willo was standing moments ago. Willo on the other hand was mostly unaffected by the impact. The other creature emerged from behind the point of impact, and to the surprise of everyone in the room, grabbed Jonathans whip, apparently intending to pull him closer. The razors didn't seem to dig very deeply into the foes flesh, It were certainly tough.
Plagued beings usually were just mindless beasts. They usually had a very crude sense of their surroundings. That such a mindless beast could comprehend the nature of the tie between Jonathan and his weapon, and moreover that it was capable of problem-solving, like using it to pull Jonathan closer, was astonishing. Even Lazarus seemed surprised, as he observed the events unfolding in front of him with a raised eyebrow.
Jonathan's mind, still riding the residual wave of hyperawareness, quickly processed what was going on. He was not going to win a tug of war against this thing anytime soon, so the next best option seemed to be to again use its strength against it. With his off-hand, he drew his saber. by the time the monster pulled him in, he was desperately twisting his sword around. He had little practical experience with left-handed saber styles, but necesitty was the mother of invention. He completely surrendered to the momentum with which he was flying towards his foe. His saber pointed sharp-side at the monster's torso.
Willo made the split decision to ignore the freshly-grounded troll in favor of assisting Jonathon with the other. Of course, deciding to do it didn't make it so, and while she did in fact sprint for it, she waited a moment to see if any opportunities presented themselves. Mayhaps not the wisest move, but, it was a reaction.
Jonathans saber cut deeply into the sickened trolls torso and promptly remained lodged in its body. The troll, likewise let go of Jonathans whip and swung his man-sized fist with surprising speed. Jonathan was in the unfortunate path of it, this time having no possibility to dogde in the required time due to a rather awkward landing on the beasts body.
"Shit" was all jonathon thought as he saw the giant mass of meat coming directly for him. He wasn't in a position to dodge, and in all likelihood he wouldn't have been able even if he had been in more favorable positions due to his heavy armor. That same heavy armor however, provided quite a serviceable barrier between the full brunt of the troll's might. He rolled with the strike, which sent him sailing through the air. He hit the wall with a metallic thud and fell to the ground. For a moment, it looked like he wasn't getting up... then however, he flicked the switch on his whip, and it retracted back into a lance. He used the pole part to vault himself upright and got back into a spearfighting stance. He moved back into combat. Standing still had been disastrous so far, so he went with a distinctly more proactive approach this time. Keeping his distance, constantly moving around... Ready to stick the monster the first chance he got. "Willo, keep its comrade busy... I really am not in the mood to get flanked right now."
"Buddy there better be a 'please' in there somewhere," Willo muttered under her breath. She turned her attention away from the troll Jonathon had stabbed, if he thought he could take it, then she'd let'im at it. Instead, she whirled back around to spot the troll that had instead leapt for them, and dashed for that one.
"Alrighty big guy, let's dance!"
The troll Jonathan was confronting continiously faced him as Jonathan encricled it, leaving little openings for any attacks. Yet again it struck the ground, sending even more debris flying towards him. His armor did a good job of protecting him, but it was unlikely he would be able to keep this up forever.
Willos opponent was just pulling itself out of the ground as Willo dashed towards it. It responded fairly late with an attempted hit with its giant fist, leaving Willo with ample time to react as needed.
After some more circling, Jonathan decided that this current stratagem would also not work. He suddendly sprang, spinning his lance over his head a single time to build momentum, and then switching it to a whip. With the momentum built up, he lashed out at the troll. Whether his attack hit or not, he switched back to spear immediately afterwards to take advantage of any openings this manouver created... all in all, the entire move took maybe two seconds to perform. It was his intent to continue heckling his opponent like this. Movign differently each time as to not give it any ideas of grabbing onto his whip again.
“Why, you’re in the town of Kiruth.” Joshua laughed, which was surprising, considering how it looked like he’d been through a lot while he was gone.
“Listen. . . “ His tone suddenly became serious “. . . I apologize, but there is little time to be lost.” He then looked to Alexander side where laid on the ground. “Larion should be fine for now.” He told Alex, unaware of the mental struggle the two were in. “I assume you and Imgor got yourself set up at this inn?" He asked, which in turn made Alexander realize he passed out not even moments after exiting the building. "Get Imgor and come to the castle. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
He gave Alexander a pat on the shoulder before sprinting off towards the castle in the distance. | 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. |
46,143 | 1,248 | 101 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander was still struggling with what was going on. It may have been because of the constant needling pain in the back of his head, like holding onto a burr that was trying to fly out of your hands. Only the burr was your best friend. Alright so the metaphor had kind of dissolved there but Alexander wasn't exactly in the best mental state to it was excusable. Still Joshua had left and Alexander was expected to make it to the inn and back to the castle, where something would happen. Alexander gave a small nod to reassure himself, simple plan. He slowly began walking towards where the inn was, at least where he thought it was. These buildings all tended to look the same. After a bit of struggling Alexander managed to wander into the inn. Where was Imgor's room again? The barkeep pointed him in the right direction and Alexander weakly pounded on the door with one hand, the other rubbing his temple. "Imgor, Joshua said we need to come to the castle." He didn't bother waiting for a response, he probably wouldn't have heard it even if Imgor had said something. Alexander made his way back out, waving away the attentions of a staff member and stepping outside. He glanced at his horse momentarily. No, he wasn't sure he could even free it from the secure knot he'd made and even if he could the rough ride would do no good for his mental grip. So he began slowly walking towards the castle, using his weapon like a walking stick. Joshua had always been a little eccentric but this was ridiculous. | 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 |
46,144 | 1,248 | 102 | 1,469 | 281 | Imgor was woken up by the pounding and Alexander's voice. Did it sound as if Alex was very stressed, or was it just Imgor being unable to tell due to lack of sleep?
"Are you alright?" As he didn't get a response, Alex was either already out of hearing range, or did he just mumble the question? Regardless, Imgor got up, and started heading for castle Bloodleaves. He was still tired, but at least his mana had almost fully regenerated.
After untieing his horse, not noticing that Alexander's horse was still tied, he rode towards the castle.
Imgor didn't wake up his familiar, in the castle a mole wouldn't be of much help anyways.
Alexanders steps were heavy as he felt rather drained of energy. The lack of proper sleep didn’t help either. Surprisingly, Larion began following him all the way to the castle despite likely being even worse off than Alex.
Halfway to the castle, as he reached the outskirts of the populated area and the mainly deserted area between the town of Kiruth and the castle itself the pain flared again. For a moment it seemed like he was loosing Larion. After the amount of time exposed to the pain Larion was experiencing, he began to understand the source of the pain. Larions body was changing, and rapidly so.
Just as it seemed he would collapse again, the sound of a trotting horse came up behind Alexander.
Imgor, who was riding the horse in question, noticed something was wrong with Larion, although he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet, due to the darkness. "Are you two alright?" | 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) |
46,145 | 1,248 | 103 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander came to a halt as another spike of pain drove through his brain, loosening his tenacious hold on Larion. The insight into Larion's condition was hardly helpful and only served to worry him more. If Larion was plagued then what would happen to him? What would happen to Alexander? He tilted his head at the sound of hooves slamming into the ground behind him. Imgor he assumed, no one else would have any reason to be out here at this time.
Alexander noted the question and tried to formulate a response. Alright would be a dramatic overstatement, but could he make it to the castle? Would that even help? Of course it would, surely once Joshua became aware of the situation he would know what to do to fix it. "Just... tired and a bit of a headache is all." he replied and started walking again, standing a little straighter, still using his staff as a walking stick. He had to get to Joshua. For Larion's sake.
"Really? It doesn't look like just a headache, you are using your staff as a walking stick at this age." Imgor was a little bit worried, now that he had a better look at both. "Do you need a ride?"
Alexander shrugged. He wasn't sure if the doubtless worsening of his condition from the horse ride would be worth the speed. Did he trust in his own strength enough? Yes. "Its fine I assure you. Though I can use a ride." Alexander said quitely and prepared himself. He leapt onto the horse in a surprisingly smooth motion given his condition. "Lets get going."
The moment Alexander was on Imgor's horse, he kicked its flanks softly, ordering it to quickly gallop towards the castle. Hopefully Larion could keep up with it in his condition. "If it doesn't bother you, may I ask if you know the reason for your current condition?" He might as well find out more on the ride.
Alexander merely grunted, making his response to the question rather clear. His focus was divided enough as it was trying to stay mounted while maintaining his grip on Larion's slippery mental state, trying to explain what happened when he barely understood it himself wouldn't be doing anyone any favors.
The rest of the trip to the castle was spent in utter silence, Larion all the while barely keeping up with them. The trip made it difficult for Alex to concentrate, however it was just enough to not lose his familiar to whatever force was trying to yank him away.
As they reached the flight of stairs that led to the main gate of the castle the two took note of the scorched remains at the bottom of those stairs.
Considering it was a bad idea for a horse to trot over stairs with two people on it, Imgor decided it would be best to stop here and walk the rest on foot.
Alexander managed to slip off the horse without collapsing to the ground. He slowly began walking down the stairs after Imgor. Where in the nine was Joshua and what were they doing at this place? | 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 |
46,146 | 1,248 | 104 | 1,638 | 513 | Dashing forward, Willo knew she couldn't afford another flitter, so instead opted to try and glide beneath the beheamoth's incoming fist.
Willo's hair fluttered in the slight breeze the giant fist created with its considerable momentum. It would make the rebound for another strike even slower than normal.
On Jonathan's side of the battle things were finally starting to look up with an effective tactic for the time being. His whip struck the shoulder of the troll, digging fairly deep into its flesh. If it had been an ordinary weapon it would have likely become lodged in the dense fibrous mass of the troll, however, the switching back to its lance form caused it to snap out of the tissue.
Further strikes by Jonathan ensued, though this time the beast blocked with its fist despite sustaining injuries to it.
Jonathan ceased his heckling tactic when it became apparant his opponent was catching on. He needed to keep the pressure on it with a constantly changing assault and wait for the oppurtune moment where he could strike true and slay his enemy. He breathed heavily. Exhaustion and some rather painful wounds were beginning to take its toll. He could not let up until his opponent was slain though. Another whip backswing and he charged forward, lance-formed weapon in hand. His intended target was the troll's elbow. For even the strongest arm was useless without a working joint.
More than a little relieved she'd cleared the beast's strike, Willo sprang upright, whirled Cinderwill around, and went to slash wide at its ribs from behind. As her swing went out though, she was already moving towards the troll's frontside, hoping to catch it as it turned and swing right past again.
The troll Jonathan was battling shifted its giant fist causing the lance to pierce all the way through it. It struck the body of the beast, however it also had the unintended effect of bringing Jonathan into its range once more. And promptly, the plagued creature swatted him away with its fist, disregarding the absurd amount of damage it had already sustained. Jonathan smacked into the wall again. Unless he intended to win this battle in one piece, it was unlikely he would be able to do so alone.
Willo all the while successfully landed her hit at the beast's back and prepared to dodge its next attack. To her surprise however, the creature roatated in the opposite direction which WIllo anticipated and struck the ground, fortunately not hitting Willo herself. The sizable chunks of floor however did, sent flying by the impact and Willo along with them.
Lance lost, saber lost. It appeared Jonathan would have to call for help... His divide and conquer strategy had not yielded a decisive victory. In fact, defeat and death loomed over him in the form of an infested troll. "Willo, get over here and help me. I'm out of weapons and this thing ain't stopping!"
Not too far away, Willo was in poor shape herself. Though a second-hand strike, it still hit, and on top of everything else, it was starting to add up. She had to pull herself to her feet, thankfully a good distance away, and her attention turned to Jonathan.
"Oh boy," she started over, gradually picking up to her normal pace as she approached Jonathan's assailant troll. "Over here! Ay!"
She ground Cinderwill's blade against the wall and floor as she approached, creating sparks she hoped would draw its attention away long enough for Jonathan to do...well, whatever it was he was going to do. Something, she hoped.
The troll that had just attacked Willo turned and followed her with his gaze before starting a slow run towards her. The other troll also focused its attention on Willo and it seemed like it was about to charge while at the same time it slid its giant fist off Jonathan's lance. The other side of the lance hadn't pierced the torso of the beast too deeply, as it anticlimactically dropped to the ground.
Jonathan Breathed deeply to quell the pain, he focused his mind on the creature in front of him and on his fallen weapon. The troll looked away to Willo, its attention broken for the briefest instant. He breathed again, and the world slowed down to a crawl. He sprang forward for his lance, intensely aware of the strain he was putting his battered body through. Powering through it, he would pick up his lance, ram it through the troll's armpit, switch it to whip mode, and pull it back out. Likely taking most of the troll's internal organs out with it.
Willo saw the troll she'd left behind start lumbering after her, but was confident that she could outrun it for the time being, and that's what she did. No point risking another hit for nothing, especially when she wasn't sure she could muster up the strength to stand toe-to-toe with it anyway.
Willo in turn also saw as Jonathan approached from behind the distracted troll. A not too pleasant, fleshy sound echoed through the room as his lance dug deep into the trolls torso. As soon as it was back in its whip mode Jonathan pulled on it hard. Black liquid and other organic materiall spurted all over the ground as the upper part of the troll simply toppled over, having been gruesomely severed in half.
The still alive troll, surprisingly, caught up to Willo after building enough momentum, but it wasn't yet close enough for a direct strike.
Jonathan wiped the bits of troll out of his eyebrows. He had always wondered just what would happen if he did this stab and pull manouver he had been considering ever since he first had his lance designed. Apparently, it was just as effective as he had imagined. He basked in his triump for a brief moment, but then he saw the troll looming over Willo, and he sprang back into action. "Two-pronged attack!" he shouted. The fight had left them both battered, but now they had the numerical advantage.µ
"I don't know what that means!" Willo shouted back, but kept running nonetheless. She saw one of the trolls go down -spectacularly at that-, and decided it was best to bring the one chasing her back towards Jonathan. Two against one would be better--oh.
"Heads up!" She rounded about, sprinting back towards Jonathan, and silently praying the beast wasn't close enough to pull anything.
The creature narrowly missed Willo and struck the ground instead. Another shockwave sent Willo flying towards Jonathan. Both were in luck however, as the force with which the beast attacked caused its fist to become lodged in the floor.
Jonathon caught Willo's lithe form and released her once her momentum had been sufficiently dampened. "Circle around and assail it in the back. I will run it throug from the front." He didn't wait for an answer, simply trusting she would go along with his tactics. He raised his lance above his head and brought it down on the beast with all his weight behind it. He was pretty sure the thing would be completely pierced and stuck ot the floor were he to hit. And even then, his compatriot would be there to follow up on his attack, or at lest that was the expectation.
Willo understood "stab it in the ass" well enough, and as soon as her feet touched the ground again she was off. Jonathan made his move, and she took a moment to switch Cinderwill back into a blade for just a bit more leverage as she darted around for the troll's back.
With a leap, she aimed to imbede the superheated blade into the nape of its neck, but would really settle for just about anywhere that would cause damage.
Just as Jonathan was about to strike the sickened beast, it finally pulled its fist out of the ground and used the energy accompanied by the move to raise its fist above the bulk of its body, blocking Jonathan's lance. The beast however was powerless to Willo's attack.
To what extent a plagued creature still required a nervous system was a mystery, but Willo's attack certainly was effective and likely severed what remained of the troll's spine. The lifeless body toppled over, almost crushing Jonathan in the process.
The two victorious hunters-in-training could hear a slow clap coming from the direction of the entrance they used as they came in the over-sized hallway. It wasn't Lazarus however, but another slightly eccentric looking. On closer inspection he didn't seem to be in better shape than Jonathan and Willo themselves after their scuffle beforehand.
"Well done. It seems I won't have to step in after all." He said to the two. All the while Lazarus was leaning against the wall with his head pointed towards the ground, eyes closed.
Jonathan was the first to answer. "Err... who are you if I may ask?" He wasn't quite sure he would lower his weapon quite yet. Not until the newcomer identified himself at least.
Willo on the other hand had her guard as low as it could go. If Lazarus wasn't upset with this guy's presence, she didn't figure there was much to worry about. Besides, she couldn't do much to fight'im off anyway if he was hostile, so instead she took a note from her mentor's book, leaned against the wall, and tried to let herself relax. Shiny seemed to have the conversation under control anyway.
The uninvited casually continued approaching Jonathan and also extended his hand to him despite him having kept his weapon raised at him.
As the adrenaline of battle made way for soreness and tiredness, Jonathan decided on coiling his spear up. If this newcomer had been nay threat, he would have made his move by now. He used his free hand to take the man's extended hand. "Jonathan Von gulderland... and you are?"
"Ah, Jonathan it is. I've been looking forward to meeting you. It's rather unfortunate that it must be under these regrettable circumstances." He explained.
"I can see some things went awry here... I thought this place was supposed to be a secure containment. What happened?"
"Yes, well it was our assignment to clear out this basement. That is me and the students training under me. And you were supposed to become one of them. Still have the letter I presume?" He continued as his identity was without doubt clear to Jonathan at this point.
"Ah, so you're Joshua then, pleased to finally meet you in person. It's been a long road to get here, and the past few minutes have not been kind to me either." Jonathan tried to stretch out to remedy some of the soreness, but it only served to give him a stabbing pain in the lower chest. Still, as his martial instructors had been fond to repeat, no pain, no gain. "If I may ask a rather direct question... Will we be exerting ourselves much more? I feel like a peasant farmer in winter after that fight."
Joshua patted Jonathan's shoulder and laughed. "Well, Lazarus no doubt would like you to push on, but I'm sure I'll be able to convince him to give you some rest time." He then turned his head and looked at Willo leaning on the wall. "Hmm, and you must be . . ." he snapped his fingers in a moment of thought "Willo! Yes?"
Willo offered a thumbs up in response, and nodded her head. She thought she'd heard Lazarus mention a "Joshua" once or twice, but then, it was a name she might have just happened upon before.
"Nice t'meetcha," she said, then remembered her manners and gave as much of a bow as she could muster. "Er...an honor?"
Joshua couldn't help but laugh once more. "Ah please. You needn't bother with formality around me." | 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. |
46,147 | 1,248 | 105 | 1,638 | 513 | “I am truly amazed that the two of you survived that confrontation. The amount of team work and coordination you displayed was simply appalling.” Lazarus finally spoke up as he pulled out of his idle posture against the wall, distinctly unhappy.
“Oh, don’t be so hard on them. I’m sure they fought fiercely.” Joshua interjected.
It no doubt caught Willo's attention too as Lazarus seemed to be warming up to her a while back. It seemed it was back to old Lazarus again.
Before Imgor and Alex began up the stairs they couldn’t help but notice the charred corpse at the bottom of the stairs. They both assumed it was likely Joshua’s work since they weren’t really aware of anyone else being in the castle at the moment . . . other than that Lazarus Joshua had them running around to find him when went off chasing after Sapphire’s abductor.
Regardless, the two continued up the stairs until they reached a giant gate, oddly wide open. Some had been here before, there was no doubt and moreover obvious once they were inside. A faint trail of blood that led all the way to one of the doors at the end of the hallway. The trail was barely visible as it was masked by the evident signs of battle. Not a small scuffle either. The floor was shattered at countless points and Imgor also easily spotted the three busted runes on both sides of the hallway and the one on the sealing.
Alexander on the other hand, didn’t pay much attention. He was still entrenched in his battle of wits, trying to hold on to Larions consciousness while also trying to repel that third presence.
At Imgor’s suggestion the two cautiously continued down the hallway and down the stairs that went on where the blood trail ended. After an eerie descent the two found themselves in another gigantic hallway, thankfully surrounded by friends, if Joshuas leisurely attitude was any indication of that.
Willo and Jonathan had a small amount of time to rest while Joshua and Lazarus caught up on recent events. The two trainees did overhear part of their discussion, mainly what sounded like one of Joshua’s other students, and him not being well.
Lazarus turned to face the new arrivals and widened his eyes. His expression rarely gave his emotions away, if he even had any, but this time it was clear he was disconcerted with . . . something, about the two who had just arrived. And once Larion barely managed his last few steps down the stairs he narrowed his eyes in realization.
Lazarus and Joshua looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
“We need to keep moving and find an area where we can establish an encampment. We are once more pressed on time.” Lazarus explained.
“Imgor, Jonathan, would you mind giving Alexander a hand? I don’t think he should be up an about at this point.” Joshua quickly followed after Lazarus and then went further down the hallway to possibly investigate it further. | 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. |
46,148 | 1,248 | 106 | 1,469 | 281 | In the light of the hallway, Imgor could finally see how bad of a state Alexander and more so Larion were in, and since he was more or less next to Alex, he quickly supported his comrade's weight.
After looking at the two defeated beasts, he suggested: "Can't we use this very hallway for now, it seems you have already cleared it. Or are you looking for a specific campsite?"
"The hallway is first of all too exposed and secondly too big. We will be using a concealment rune, but for that we require a smaller room." Lazarus explained.
"I see. Lead the way." | 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) |
46,149 | 1,248 | 107 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander gave a slight sigh of relief as he was able to focus more on his mental anguish than his physical. He managed to peel his eyes open and pay attention long enough to see where they were but little more before he rested again, leaning heavily against Imgor, relying on other boy to keep his plodding feet in the right direction. Did the castle have to be so big? It seemed really big. "Les get going then." Alexander managed to droll out and the two began shuffling forward with Larion somehow managing to keep with them. It was going to be a long way, wherever they were going. | 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 |
46,150 | 1,248 | 108 | 1,524 | 552 | Jonathan was taking the brief moment of respite to catch his breath and feel around on his body to see if anything was seriously injured in the fight. His ribcage felt a bit sore and he had bruises here and there, but it appeared his armor had done its job for the most part. He looked up to see two newcomers coming down from upstairs. One of them looked more dead than alive, so it didn't surprise Jonathan when lazarus directed him to support the newcomer.
“What happened to him?” He inquired as he stood himself under alexander's other shoulder. The man was heavy and seemed to be quite bothered by... something. “He looks like someone's drilling through his skull” | 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 |
46,151 | 1,248 | 109 | 1,638 | 513 | After Alexander’s cue they started off towards the end of the hallway where it split to the left and right. Lazarus glanced at Alexander and began explaining in response to Jonathan and Willo’s injury.
“It would appear that his familiar had been injured by a sickened creature and has subsequently been infected with the plague. It is not uncommon for familiars to become blighted as a result of combat and in normal circumstances the link between master and familiar is severed soon after. The former familiar is then consumed by the plague and reverts to the mindless brute that we typically encounter in the wild. If the time of infection is as Joshua reported. . .” Lazarus glanced behind at Alexander’s familiar following the group. “ . . . this should have happened long ago.”
By now they were nearly at the point where the hallway bifurcated when Joshua, who had gone ahead to investigate, came back.
“There’s a cell that was occupied by one of those plagued beasts. I think it’ll do just fine for now. It might get a bit cramped but it’s small enough for Drake’s disguise runes.” He told them.
They all followed Joshua taking a left at the fork. While on their way Lazarus added one finishing note to his explanation from before. “Even I cannot explain why the familiar is still under control of Alexander, however it is clearly putting considerable strain on him.”
Lazarus was the first to enter the cell once they reached it. After a quick inspection of the room he went to the center of it, crouched on one knee and placed his hand on the floor. Cracks spread from his palm into the distinct shape of a rune.
“Place him in the center.” He told Imgor and Jonathan. | 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. |
46,152 | 1,248 | 110 | 1,469 | 281 | As instructed by Lazarus Imgor put Alexander down into the center of the rune. While he didn't really trust Lazarus, Willo and Jonathan yet—he had just met them—up until now the situation didn't allow reluctancy. The fact that Joshua seemed to trust them didn't matter much to Imgor.
However, as he couldn't really do much now, he decided it wouldn't be a bad opportunity to get to know them a bit.
"So—what have you been doing here, if I may ask? You look as if you had been fighting." | 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) |
46,153 | 1,248 | 111 | 732 | 8,842 | Jonathan assisted in moving the tormented man. Listening to Lazarus's explenation with growing intrigue. "The thought of being able to feel your familiar being overtaken by the plague... I shudder to even consider it." He replied. His mind wandered to linda, whom he had left to graze outside. How was she doing right now? No... He needed not worry, he could still feel her presence in his mind. As for right now, that presence was peaceful and unconcerned. The young noble could practically see his beloved horse peacefully trotting around the castle's outer walls, nibbling at vegetation and patiently waiting for her master's return.
Jonathan was stirred from his considerations by one of the newcomers. The one with a seemingly clearer mind. "Yes, We've been fighting... It was quite a skirmish, but we eventually won against the forces that haunt this castle... Today at least. Let's not get cocky, for pride breeds complacancy... And complacancy makes great men fall". Jonathan was simply qouting the books of renowned military strategists, he silently hoped the more educated of his companions wouldn't call him out on this. | 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 |
46,154 | 1,248 | 112 | 1,638 | 513 | The moment Alexander was placed in the center of the rune it felt like a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders. Larion was still fighting the hostile presence and he still needed Alexander’s attention, but it no longer required such intense concentration.
“It’s unfortunate that Willo is the only one who prepared for this situation. However, as hunters you will have to occasionally endure such conditions.” Lazarus noted to which Willo chimed with a hum of approval. Nearly smug sounding too as she tugged out a sizable fabric out of her backpack. A sleeping bag, which she promptly laid on the floor. Lazarus in the meantime started working on the concealment rune at the entrance of the room.
“I guess I’ll be keeping watch first. Even with these camouflage runes you can never be too careful. Gather your strengths, I reckon you will need it tomorrow.” Joshua told the trainees as he stepped outside into the hallway.
Lazarus was done with the runes, which now had a dim glow to them, and began work on another rune in one of the corners of the room. This one seemed to be for himself. | 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. |
46,155 | 1,248 | 113 | 1,469 | 281 | Since they were going to rest anyways, while also seeing Willo lay her sleeping bag on the floor, Imgor concluded it would be a good opportunity to catch the rest of the night's sleep. He had no sleeping bag or matress, but he also didn't need any back when he was living in the wild.
So Imgor just lied down on the stone floor, which was harder than the soil or tree-branches he had used to sleep on, but he would manage.
After a few minutes, he had fallen into a light slumber — the hard ground didn't allow him any deep sleep. Should a fight ensue nearby he would surely wake up from the noises. | 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) |
46,156 | 1,248 | 114 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander let out audible sigh of relief as he lay on the cool stone floor. No longer needing to focus on walking, or even standing, with the cool feeling of solid ground at his back, and the needles driving into his head lessening in severity, he felt much better. Still, this only reinforced his determination to keep his hold on Larion, a task that was now merely difficulty than requiring nearly the entire focus of his whole being. The word "Thanks." passed through his lips in a whisper and his eyes closed, all his attention on Larion. | 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 |
46,157 | 1,248 | 115 | 1,638 | 513 | The echo of a deathly howl resonated through the hallways of the basement. Moreover, the sound of pebble sized objects hitting the ground was loud enough to wake up any trained hunter. Lazarus was sitting upright with his legs crossed. Pulled out of his meditative state he stared at the entrance of their cell with only one eye open. Willo sure enough was also woken up by the noise, and fortunately for everyone didn’t do so with any comment.
In front of the doorway Joshua stood motionless with his sword drawn. In front of him, a slim faceless creature peered of to the side. Willo let out a silent gasp, recognizing it as similar to the creature she fought earlier. The plagued being immediately reacted to the sound and peered into the cell. | 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. |
46,158 | 1,248 | 116 | 732 | 8,842 | Alexander started in surprise at the disturbing noise. However a brief glance revealed the others were well aware of it and were prepared to deal with it. With little more than a grunt of acknowledgement, Alexander returned to the task at hand. | 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 |
46,159 | 1,249 | 0 | 1,887 | 1,130 | Jackson Miller
'Boy-Wonder of the Roadie World'
Taking a sip of the coffee in his hand, Jackson tapped his fingers against his phone to the rhythm of the opening band's set. "Yes, mum, i'm sure about moving out, i'll get some other place soon, and Alex never pays his fucking ren- I meant freaking, mum." Letting out a sigh, he lowered the phone away from his mouth, keeping the speaker to his ear as he took another sip of coffee, listening to his mother's nightly advice and speeches, still trying to give him some guidance half-way across the world. Hearing the cheers of the crowd as the Opening band began to finish up their set, Jackson cut in to his mother's speech. "Alright mu- mum, mum! I've got to go, work's calling. Yes, i'll call you tomorrow, promise. Love you too." He said in a hurried manner as he tossed his coffee aside, hanging up his phone and moving inside as he tucked it into the pocket of his cargo pants, placing his headset back on.
The Australian man tapped his fingers idly against his belt as he walked back inside toward the backstage area, he'd had a rough day so far and this was adding to his overall stress, nothing had particularly gone wrong yet, but he generally held a deep-seeded fear of Murphy's law on gigs like this. The fact that everything had gone well so far, only served to work the Roadie up more, making him hankering for a smoke, though for the time being, he'd held off remarkably well. Getting back with the crew, he let out a breath, clearing his throat as he called out.
"Alright, get the setup reconfigured for the Headline, make sure we've got the keyboard out there and working." He clapped his hands together, making sure those around him were paying attention and doing what they were supposed to. Having helped to put the night together, Jackson had been put in charge of the crew for the evening, it was a stressful situation for him, a nobody band at an important gig, it could've made or broken his career just as it could theirs, tensions were high, but he was keeping it cool. For now. There was a break between both the acts, and he knew the Headlining band was still probably in the green room waiting for their call, but the break just meant more work for Jackson, making sure everything was perfect and set up for the act to go perfectly. "Did we set up those extra amps and make sure they're working? They were funky during sound check so I don't want them fucking up now." Letting out a sigh, Jackson scratched at his bearded cheek, just another night at work. | Full name:
Jackson William Miller
Nickname(s):
Friends have a habit of calling him 'Jax', a name he usually begrudgingly responds to. Those close to him, including his significant others, usually give him a more affectionate 'Jackie' - Unless you're pretty close with him, calling Jackson this is a pretty sure-fire way to upset him.
Gender:
Male ♂.
Date of birth:
November, 22.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual. Public knowledge.
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Jackson is a little over 6 feet and 2 inches, with a fairly average build. He exercises regularly enough to have somewhat of a muscular build, but he's certainly no body builder, if anything, he'd only be a little above average in terms of muscle mass. His skin is partially tanned, hinting to his European heritage. He keeps a thin beard, neatly trimmed and groomed to be just a little more than stubble, apart from his hair, it exists as the major focus of his style choices. His hair is generally kept short, but long enough to be styled every which-way. His jawline is reasonably sharp, and apart from a few, very small and light moles on his face, he has no real marks on his face.
The entirety of Jackson's arms up to the wrists are covered in long sleeve tattoos, which connect to a large tattoo on his back, running down to the middle of his spine. The tattoos themselves have little connection or meaning, ranging from images of Dragons and Skeletons to notable video game characters. Jackson's wardrobe varies significantly depending on whether he's working or relaxing. At work, he generally wears a pair of cargo pants, generally tucked over his large black combat boots, and somewhat of a tight black t-shirt, along with two hoodies when it's cold, one from the University of Sydney, Australia, and another he wears more frequently styled from the game Starcraft. Otherwise, he usually sticks to collared shirts and jeans.
Personality:
To sum up Jackson's general personality, one would probably use the term 'Joker' - he's sarcastic, witty and generally finds a way to laugh off any situation. Unfortunately, his timing isn't the best as a result, and he has some difficulty taking total responsibility in a serious situation, when it's easier for him to make some joke or laugh about it. He always means well though, and generally attempts to use his sense of humour to make others happy or to cheer them up if they've been having a bad day. Overall he's a very friendly, helpful guy, he's often happy to lend a hand in whatever way he can and has somewhat of a habit of handing out far more favours than he calls for, always without any form of complaint. Generally, Jackson is a fairly charismatic individual, and is pretty easy to get on with, Jackson's enemies are essentially nonexistent, and usually becomes friends with anyone he spends enough time around, usually able to see the good sides of anyone.
Considering his capability to get along with others, Jackson is almost impossible to anger. He maintains that he has not been properly angry since 2007, although there are a few specific things one can do to piss him off. When he's upset, generally Jackson will avoid making an issue out of it as long as he can avoid it, generally preferring to stay quiet and wait things out as opposed to risking the issue being made worse. He is no coward however, and can and will take the initiative to deal with an issue head-on, if there is no other alternative. Despite being fairly charismatic, Jackson's somewhat of an introvert, and prefers to avoid being at the center of attention in a party, he never holds parties or get-togethers of his own, but will usually go along to them without incident, as long as he can stick around his closer friends.
When it comes to relationships, Jackson usually is of a one-track mind. Usually, Jackson avoids intimacy to a significant degree, due to a fear of commitment. Many of Jackson's past relationships have lasted a few months, a couple of sexual encounters, and then a fairly dull breakup, apart from a few more dramatic instances.
Roommate-ness:
Jackson is not the best roommate, to put it bluntly. He is committed enough to keeping communal spaces, like the living room and kitchen, fairly clean, though he doesn't really have much of a problem with leaving out last night's Chinese takeout until it starts to stink. When it comes to his own room, it's a much different story with Jackson, his mother continues to describe his bedroom as a 'hive of scum and villainy', usually a total sty, with clothes and empty bottles and cans scattered all over the place. The only area of his room that is kept clean is the area of his desk where his computer is, kept in almost impeccable condition so that he can work and play at it much easier. Jackson usually needs a little push from his roommates in remembering more important things, like when the rent is due, and when there might be an inspection, as he usually has no initiative in the more administrative aspects of living.
Generally, Jackson tries to make as little trouble for his roommates as he can, and with a little pushing and prodding, he will happily clean up any mess he's made, however he does have a habit of staying up to ungodly hours of the night playing video games and commentating on e-sports games, which is a habit he's taken up as somewhat of a second job. He doesn't really care about people coming in and out of his room, provided they knock first, after a few awkward incidents with an old roommate. He's very relaxed when it comes to his own room, and never really thinks anyone could make it worse than he already has.
Public records / Bio:
Born in Sydney, Australia, Jackson spent much of his young life as somewhat of a miscreant, his father a police officer, and so an authority figure he always liked to defy. He regularly got himself into trouble at school and with the police, and much of his childhood at school was spent in detention, or the principals office. After 8th grade, his behaviour and grades began to improve significantly, and Jackson eventually was awarded dux of his class in 11th Grade, doing well enough in the final year of his high schooling to go to the illustrious University of Sydney. Having always held a love for music, but too much stage fright to really perform himself, he took a course in audio-engineering and musical theory. Completing the course, he began to contact people he'd met during the course and online, searching for work, eventually managing to secure work at a fairly big venue in Los Angeles.
Moving over to the US, Jackson struggled at first to find somewhere to live, and for the first few weeks in LA he lived in a rental van outside his work, eventually managing to get an apartment with some co-workers. In the two years he's lived in LA, Jackson's had a number of different relationships, the longest lasting roughly five months, and he's begun to involve himself in the scene of professional gaming. Jackson has a Youtube Channel for gameplay and commentary on shooters, and works every now and then as a commentator of esports events.
Jackson 'Infern0' Miller (Born 5 November, 1993) is a StarCraft II commentator from Australia, currently residing in the United States. Jackson first became involved in StarCraft II after entering the WCS California regional qualifier and achieving second place, after this incident he began his Youtube channel under the name 'Infern0' to focus on providing gameplay for StarCraft and Counter-Strike. He regularly commentates for WCS and ESL.
Vices:
• Jackson is a casual smoker, generally he'll only smoke at parties or when he's had a particularly rough day, but he almost always carries a pack of cigarettes on him, usually he'll be fairly antsy if he doesn't have it with him.
• Jackson has what some would consider a mild drinking problem, he regularly has one or two beers with dinner, and spends a reasonable amount of his salary on beer and whisky, though he tries to avoid getting drunk when he does drink.
Skills:
• Bass Guitar. Jackson has been playing the instrument since he was young, though he mostly does it as a hobby, being far too much of an introvert to actually consider performing with it, despite any skill he really has with the instrument.
• Mechanics/Tech. Jackson knows his way away around most aspects of the musical trade, generally able to fix most if not all problems with most instruments and peripherals. He also has this skill in relation to cars, having spent some of his time during University working at a Car Repair company.
• Resourceful. Jackson's charismatic attitude and his ability to make connections has allowed him to meet with some fairly important figures in the scene, and makes him a definite 'in' for any aspiring band looking to make it big, he's good for helping to get people together, particularly managers and venue-owners.
Other:
• Half of Jackson's bedroom is essentially a workshop, usually scattered with parts of amps, guitars and microphones which he works on modifying, fixing and just generally screwing around with.
• Jackson won a 1967 Chevrolet Impala in a random draw a few months after coming to the US, and he treats it especially well. It is his main way of getting around, and he never lets anyone drive it but himself.
• Jackson is also a huge momma's boy, and generally tries to call his mother every night he is able, usually, he'll be fairly upset if he is unable to. |
46,160 | 1,249 | 1 | 2,616 | 349 | Levi AstrauckasGreen Room, 'The Amp' premier venue.
Oblivious to the perils of the boy-wonder of the roadie world, Levi plopped onto the couch with a bottle of Coors in one hand and a bottle opener in the other, taken from the conveniently nearby coffee table. After a nonchalant flick-of-the-wrist to pry off the lid, he idly tosses the bottle opener back onto the table and leans back into the couch, sinking into the leather with one arm holding the bottle and the other resting over the back of the couch.
"You guys saw how many people are out there, right?" Levi asks as he raises his bottle to his mouth. He pauses for a moment to take a mouthful before he sets the bottle back down and takes down the bitter liquid. "We must be doing something right to headline a turnout like that." | Full name:
Levi Astrauckas.
Nickname(s):
"Ruckus" and it's variations, such as "Big Ruckus" and "Lev Ruckus". The nickname "Ruckus" was Levi's nickname through high school, being an affectionate bastardization of his last name Astrauckas which came up simply for the sake of having a nickname in his peer group.
Gender:
Male ♂.
Date of birth:
June, 20.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual. Public knowledge.
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Levi stands at 5 feet and 11 inches with an average and somewhat toned build and light, clear complexion. His hair is a very dark drown which is kept mainatined on the back and sides with a swept top and fringe and accented by a stubble - which serves a double to hide his chin, which he's not happy with the shape of. Both his ear lobes are pierced and stretched to a considerable but not extreme extent and he has a collection of tattoos: including a right arm sleeve, a more minimal left-arm sleeve, and a tattoo across the upper back connecting the two; he plans on adding to his collection in the future, if he can source the money.
The staple-mark of his wardrobe is his glasses: He wears a pair of black, borderline hipster-esque prescription glasses, being significantly short-sighted; the glasses 'complete' his face, and he normally seems a little odd without them. As far as clothing goes, he rotates between themed crew-necks, button-up tops which are normally worn with the sleeves rolled up and the top button open, jeans, slim-fitting tan slacks, brown lace-up quarter brogue cap toe shoes, and black converse canvas shoes.
Personality:
The shortest way to describe Levi would be "reasonably chilled" - he's all about staying calm and happy, taking it easy, and living day-by-day, but not using it as an excuse to get up to no good; he'll often get up needlessly early if he needs to be somewhere in the morning so that he can get himself ready at a slow and steady pace without having to rush. He prefers to get up and work hard to get any work out the way so it's off his plate and he can relax again. He's fairly patient and, reflecting his "chill" nature, doesn't pay mind to a lot of things - only a few things really gets to him. Even in stressful situations and the heat of the moment he's slow to stress, but when he finally boils over he becomes very highly strung and takes a long time to calm down again, even to the length of days or even weeks after it's all over. His primary interests include music, skating, tattoos, and socializing.
He's something of a social butterfly and prefers to spend his spare time in the company of others, preferably in pursuit of interests such as music, skating, and picturesque activities such as swimming at a pretty local river or camping at the top of a hill with a view. He's pretty socially versatile and is open to making friends with a broad array of personality types and tropes; even then, the few who annoy him he has the patience to tolerate in smaller doses. Ironically enough, for someone who prefers to spend his time in the company of others, he's not too fond of parties; by all means, he enjoys a party every now and them, but they're normally a bit too fast-paced for his chilled nature, and his sense of reason often conspires against participation in a lot of party festivities.
When intimacy is involved, his personality changes to some extent. He's unfamiliar with intimacy and doesn't really have his bearings about him when it's involved; he becomes a lot more impulsive, highly strung, and caring in moments of intimacy, but otherwise tries to stay as chill as possible.
Roommate-ness:
Much as would be expected based off his personality, Levi is arguably a good roommate; he's easygoing and low-profile, often sleeping in, spending a fair amount of his time off outside with friends or just skating, and just going about his own thing; he enjoys spending time with his roommates indoors on the couch or in the spa, but prefers hanging out outdoors - unless it's jamming, in which case he's happy to sit in the garage studio all day. In his pursuit of aesthetics he's a bit of a neat freak, and whilst he has a habit of cleaning up after himself he also has a habit of cleaning up after everybody else, whether they like it or not; a sewing project might end up moving from a lounge chair to the coffee table, or a pair of shoes taken off on the dining room might end up moving to just by the front door. He also has a habit of doing th dishes or laundry on impulse if it's untidy enough, which can be both a blessing and a curse.
Levi considers his own room to be something of a personal retreat for moments of stress, spending time alone or in privacy however rare it may be, and otherwise doing his own thing and as such, his room is often given the care of a shrine and is kept in nigh-immaculate condition. If the door is closed the unwritten message is 'don't come in', whether he's in there or not; coming in when the door is closed without knocking or otherwise calling forward in advance is a fast way to annoy him, whether he hides it or not. It also drives him up the wall when people mess up his room. If someone where to both intrude and mess up his room, even the easy-going Levi would get upset.
Public records / Bio:
Levi always has been fairly active on social media but was chilled as he is in all things, so there's a fair amount of information hidden away. It wouldn't be hard to find out that he was born on the US West Coast near Bainbridge Island, Washington State. He attended local public education through to earlier on in middle school, where he moved to the location of setting and finished his education. There'd be a lot of photos with him and his guitar set from late elementary school through to present day as he continued to develop his passion.
Towards the end of his time in middle school, he put together his first band that ran through until half way through high school, with some gigs here and there around the local community. The band eventually fell apart when a few of the moments got swamped in their school work and efforts to replace them were unsuccessful. Until the formation of a new band he's made himself available as a session musician, for which he has a personal website and YouTube channel showcasing some of his works for potential clients. It's public information on his website that he plays guitar as music is his passion, and for that same reason he pursues membership in another band. His website also shows that he's familiar with a wide array of styles and genres and is fairly versatile in that regard. Levi has pursued no further education at this point and is currently working part time at a grocery store and as a session musician.
Vices:
• Levi dabbled into smoking whilst he was in high school, although he's seem to have kicked the habit within the past 3 months.
• Whilst Levi is slow to stress, when he does finally boil over he gets quite badly stressed, and takes a long time to come back down - days to weeks, even.
Skills:
• Guitar. Levi has played guitar since elementary school and stuck to it, only briefly dabbling in piano in early middle school to drop it to focus entirely on guitar; as such, he's a quite talented guitarist.
• Music Theory. Levi has spent most of his life reading tabs, but is capable of understanding traditional sheet music and music theory elements given a bit of paper to work it out on.
• Driving. Levi is a good driver, and often drives a van around to carry all of his gear.
• Supportive. Levi's passive and relaxed nature naturally help him support others in positions of trouble, and on top of that he has a bit of a knack for it.
Other:
• Levi owns an American Vintage '58 Telecaster, a Joe Satriani Ibanez JS2400, and an Epiphone EJ-200CE. The first two are electric with a primary white secondary black finish and the latter is a primary black accented white electric-acoustic which was also his first guitar he bought for himself. He also owns a nondescript 20W Vox amplifier and an array of pedals, although he normally uses the venues amps at gigs.
• Levi also owns a white second-hand 1997 Mitsubishi Express, which he uses to cart around his gear. He often carries some gear for other he's hired to work for as a session musician. |
46,161 | 1,249 | 2 | 2,341 | 94 | Eureka Eva Knight
♪Stalker♪
"OMG I LOVE THIS SONG! UGHHHH" Eureka said after coming to a stop from jumping around her room. "Nooo dont end..." She said looking for her iphone, digging in the pocket of her black skinny jeans attempting to replay the song. ♪Two~ sides~ twist and then collide-♪ "OMG Taking by Sunday.." She looked into the mirror shocked falling to her knees. "How could i forget about this song." She said falling to her back on her back reaching for her hair bush. After grabbing it putting it too her lips singing along with the song. "And it's all too familiar And it happens all the time." When Eureka sung this song it would bring back the old times back in high school. At the annual talent show when her crush Cody performed My blue Heaven by Taking Back Sunday with his band. That year they came in first, despite the year before that coming in second. It had meant something to Cody and Eureka loves seeing the spark in the eyes of a singer.
"Fuck" She said looking around for her phone again. "What time is it ?" Damn it she thought grabbing her coat after finding her iphone in her pocket again. I hear some new people might spice up the concert tonight once again thinking to herself as she glares at the restraining order as she pets her cat."Now princess Nom be good okay? Eureka was sentence two months restraining order for breaking in to Cody's house to ask him for his autograph in the middle of the night last week. Eureka saw no problem in this because Cody only hung out with his girlfriend after school/college so she never saw a good time to ask him.
Later that night, Eureka found her self at the concert surrounded by people. It was truly her natural habitat as she blinded in scooting her way to the front just in time for the new fish in town. She was wearing her favorite sunglasses with a black tight crop top to match her skinny jeans. Hair out covering most of her face with bright red lipstick. Her belly button was showing her vary small belly ring her mother pick out for her. It was in the shape of a butterfly. She wore a open black NorthFace zipper up swearer that she left in the car in fear of the heat from all the people. | Full name:
Eureka Eva Knight
Gender:
Female
Date of birth:
May = 5/13/94
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Eureka has long white frizzy hair that reaches her lower back. Its dyed and the black roots obviously stand out. Her finger nails often look like a old hampers chew toys but she regularly keeps them red or black. She normally dress in pop band/rock and heavy metal clothes with the latest gear. Black clothes being the color of choice. Eureka normally has candy red lipstick on, witch is vary noticeable because of her full lips(the color changes with her mood). The most notable feature about Eureka is her smile. She can charm the coldest of people with just a single glance of her well shaped teeth and jaw line. Her eyes are her back up weapon. Her eyes are bright green blueish but most people never look in too them so this feature goes unnoticed. Due to her designer sun glasses witch keeps vary well i might add. Height: 5.7 ft/173.736 cm/Weight: 140lb/63kg
Personality:
Eureka is the adventurist type. Most of the time she is the first to try something. She has been this way from birth. As a child she often got in to all types of trouble. Her mother had to find a new baby sitter who could keep a eye on her every time she would go out. Eureka often played with knives, climb to the tallest trees and sneak out the house just to how the cats lived in her neighborhood. With this Eureka also easily gets addicted to the thrill of things. Music is the drug, Boy bands, Pop bands, Girl bands and rock bands. All of them makes her feel alive. She likes them so much its unhealthily.
Public records / Bio:
Eureka was born next to the radio. She often sneaked out of her house to go to concerts. Her father was never around and was left alone while her mother worked. She had a baby sitter but none of them could stick around long enough. She knew how to read them and often did. Getting them to let her leave with her charms. He mother was groupie before having Eureka. This lead to some household fights witch Eureka drowned out with music. Music was the only thing that made any scents to her. On the rainy nights she would sit next to the window with her bright pink Skull Candy headphones and watch the rain. Each week she would choose a band and learn about them. But as of late she has been getting bored and is waiting for the next big thing.
Vices:
Watching her favorite bands preform live
Getting to back stage passes and VIP Hang outs passes
Day dreaming about music
Skills:
Highly Persuasive
Quick Thinking
Comedic
Other:
Farts on muffins. So WATCH OUT! |
46,162 | 1,249 | 3 | 1,576 | 358 | Green Room, The Amp
Where she was huddled in a corner with a pillow nicked from the couch, Mikayla had found where the WiFi signal was strongest. Her Macbook was balanced on her tucked-up legs. The screen bright, it made mirrors of the maroon-framed glasses on her nose, while she scrolled intently through Twitter. There were pictures of fans showing off The Amp, a few ten feet from the stage the band would soon be occupying with their larger-than-life presence. Selfies abounded across the Twittersphere, tumblr and Instagram. Every single face looked happy enough, and the followers had left near a thousand likes on the backstage photo Mikayla had uploaded only ten minutes ago, with the caption 'Blowing the roof off the place in an Amp near you. See you soon!' YouTube users who had bought tickets had left comments on their latest video voicing a unanimous anticipation for the concert. The rest of the fanbase had left replies of envy and congratulations. The last couple of months, fervour for this band had all been condensed on a screen, deceivingly intangible. Now there was a crowd screaming for four artistes. Mikayla couldn't help the small smile. Hopefully, none of them would leave asking for a refund tonight.
Mikayla did not look up from her laptop, when their lead guitarist spoke. She did, however, intone drily, "Good looks." Mikayla had seen enough comments raving over the band to know the fans loved them no small amount. Glancing over her laptop, she caught Levi's eye, and added, "And wicked sound, of course."
Their opening act had played their last notes. Mikayla shut her laptop and tucked it away on a cushion, fumbling for her phone and camera, popping to her feet and jogging out the green room. She wandered around backstage for a few moments, before she found Jackson Miller, the man with full hands keeping everything backstage straight. He looked keyed-up, but Mikayla was hunting for a couple of soundbites.
She slid in front of him. Any time now, the show would start. Smelling faintly of tobacco, Miller had a full foot on Mikayla, and - in flats - she had to stand on tip-toe and raise her arms so he could speak to the camera at eye-level. Finger poised over the record button, she said in a rush, "Miller, if you give me ten seconds of your time talking about how you feel about the show-slash-band, I'll buy you a donut afterwards. Do we have a deal?" | Full name:
Nickname(s):
Mikachu (her older sister used to be a huge Pokémon nerd, but she hasn't called Mikayla by that pet name in ages)
Miks (called that by Mackenzie James)
Gender:
Female
Date of birth:
7 October, 19 years old
Sexuality:
Homosexual (but still closeted, except to select friends)
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Standing at 157cm (5’15”), slim and fine-boned, Mikayla is easily dwarfed in a crowd. Her russet hair is cropped, with a wave of fringe that habitually falls into blue-silver eyes. From her fair complexion, it’s pretty obvious to any average observer that Mikayla doesn’t get out often. She owns spectacles, but her degree isn’t high enough for her to have to wear down twenty-four-seven. Her attire is frequently tragically casual – with baggy shirts and jeans, sometimes topped with hats and a leather jacket thrown on.
Personality:
Down-to-earth and mellow, Mikayla is by nature a recluse. As much as humans can fascinate her with their individual quirks and habits, she much prefers the company of animals and mobile devices. The Internet is her kingdom, as far as she is concerned, and films and photography are fields that most capture her interest. She may be a little stubborn, and she will stand up for what she believes (William Shakespeare might have been a great landmark in literature debatable], but that doesn’t make his work enjoyable) and for her friends. Teachers have labeled her ‘mature, level-headed, able to keep from being frazzled under pressing situations’, but they have never seen her fight her case in an argument over LGBTQIA-rights before. Additionally, she is innately impulsive, and since she is so enraptured by the phenomenonal workings of popular culture, she can also be just a little obsessive when it comes to fandoms. Just never in public.
When it comes to interpersonal skills however, Mikayla isn’t all bad. She cracks jokes, ribs herself and others, and is quite lively in general. She loves to laugh, and it’s boisterous enough that people have jestingly made fun of her for it before. Her brand of humour and sarcasm is snappish. If you have her hackles raised you will know only backhanded compliments from her; if she is endeared to you, she will place your happiness above her own. Mikayla is, by and large, a frank person, but the prickly barbs of this honesty lie beneath layers of subtlety.
Roommate-ness:
Roughly independent and self-sufficient, Mikayla is quiet, to say the least. More often than not she will be found plugged into her laptop, with headphones curled over her. She used to have a YouTube channel, where she had a decent following thanks to a passable marketing strategy, before she shelved that away for college, so roommates need not fear walking by her door and hearing Mikayla talking to herself. An introvert, after a day of speaking to professors or students on campus, she would like nothing more than to retreat to her own corner with only herself and her laptop for company. But if her roommate would like to go out for a night and have someone accompany her, then Mikayla would oblige and tail her to the club – just so she can pick up the drunk mess after closing hours and bring her home. She’s a lightweight against alcohol herself, and doesn’t drink.
There’s a maternal side to Mikayla that rears its head when it seems domestic duties must befall her. She will frequent the grocery market, buy milk, ensure the rent is paid on time, and cook dinners. Although she will draw the line at laundry and dirty dishes – those, her roommates will have to settle themselves. Mikayla is all about organisation...except spatially.
Perhaps one drawback of living with Mikayla would be the way she tends to make like Great Britannia, and colonise. It is rather like she has tentacles for arms, and extends them to whatever empty spaces there might be in the apartment. That table heaped with files and reports and assignments? All Mikayla’s. The chair that was put in the corner for decorative purposes and in the interest of space conservation? Don’t bother sitting there; Mikayla left the needles and thread from her last sewing endeavour on it. However, if you push all of Mikayla’s right buttons and guilt-trip her enough, she will pick up her stuff. With very, very audible groaning.
Public records / Bio:
Mikayla used to vlog on YouTube for a little supplementary income, and so there’s a portion of her life left indelibly on the Internet – including her opinions and a little of her history. But she kept her family and very private life away from the online window.
Mikayla does engage in social media however, so it would only take a swift Google search away to learn that she is currently studying Business & Marketing Strategy at UCLA Anderson School of Management, and to stalk the photos of café windows, essays verging on completion, campus grounds and libraries that depict the vague storyline of her present life, as well as friends she has made.
If a journalist were very, very good – and not to mention: very, very free with his/her time – he/she might be able to trace Mikayla back to her hometown, where she was born a younger daughter to Jeffrey and Augustus Campbell, with an older sister called Fiona (now a raging success in the biochemistry field). She moved away to Los Angeles however when she was 18 to further her studies on a scholarship. The public eye would also be able to scout out her old YouTube channel, on which she discussed subjects such as agnosticism, and the right to love freely. However, she keeps her sexuality under wraps, and would appear to the audience as a straight ally.
Vices:
Hot drinks and classical films on a cold night
(Not so much a vice as a severe weakness but) Severe romantic; wants to find someone who can sweep her off her feet, and whom she can settle down with
Slash-ships. She thinks Johnlock was life even in the Victorian era
Skills:
Driving a social media campaign – Mikayla studied marketing – and she was good at it. When it comes to statistics, viewership, and the like, she’s a whiz with numbers and inflating them. Pair that up with her beloved Internet and she could work until she drops and never be happier.
Faking it until she makes it – There are a few things Mikayla is insecure about, but she focuses on what she has some confidence in, and siphons out esteem from there.
Other:
Mikayla labels herself agnostic
She can’t take alcohol
Major geek
Hates that she’s compact-sized, but figures its an ideal height if she needs to punch a guy’s nuts |
46,163 | 1,249 | 4 | 1,887 | 1,130 | Jackson Miller
'Boy-Wonder of the Roadie World'
Directing people back and forth between their different jobs, generally making sure no one was doing something they weren't supposed to and everyone had something to do, Jackson sighed as he approached the audio set-up, making sure the levels on all the amps were appropriately set so they wouldn't blow out once they were used. His focus was drawn away however as Mikayla ducked in front of him, it took him a moment to figure out who she was, but he was able to note behind the Camera that he had met her already, earlier that night during the sound-check. "Ten seconds, huh? That'll cost you two strawberry jam ones." He smirked in a self-amused manner, adjusting his mic so it was out of his face, looking down at her as he adjusted his top, generally making himself look gorgeous before she hit the record button.
"Opening act here at the Amp was solid tonight, got the crowd nice and riled up, but I think everyone here's a bit keen for the headline to get out there and start tearing shit up." He said to the camera with a nice, charming wink, putting on his best reporter act as he spoke, tilting his mic back down as he shifted his gaze from the Camera to the smaller woman behind it. "Good? Or should I try it again more dramatically?" Jackson let out a chuckle, reaching past her down to the console she stood in front of, adjusting a few dials at the behest of an unseen voice through his headphones. Tilting his head back in her direction as he leaned over the console, Jackson idly tapped his fingers against the table to no particular tune. "They all ready? Some of the crowd here tends to expect a lot, not that i'm saying they won't get it, of course." | Full name:
Jackson William Miller
Nickname(s):
Friends have a habit of calling him 'Jax', a name he usually begrudgingly responds to. Those close to him, including his significant others, usually give him a more affectionate 'Jackie' - Unless you're pretty close with him, calling Jackson this is a pretty sure-fire way to upset him.
Gender:
Male ♂.
Date of birth:
November, 22.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual. Public knowledge.
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Jackson is a little over 6 feet and 2 inches, with a fairly average build. He exercises regularly enough to have somewhat of a muscular build, but he's certainly no body builder, if anything, he'd only be a little above average in terms of muscle mass. His skin is partially tanned, hinting to his European heritage. He keeps a thin beard, neatly trimmed and groomed to be just a little more than stubble, apart from his hair, it exists as the major focus of his style choices. His hair is generally kept short, but long enough to be styled every which-way. His jawline is reasonably sharp, and apart from a few, very small and light moles on his face, he has no real marks on his face.
The entirety of Jackson's arms up to the wrists are covered in long sleeve tattoos, which connect to a large tattoo on his back, running down to the middle of his spine. The tattoos themselves have little connection or meaning, ranging from images of Dragons and Skeletons to notable video game characters. Jackson's wardrobe varies significantly depending on whether he's working or relaxing. At work, he generally wears a pair of cargo pants, generally tucked over his large black combat boots, and somewhat of a tight black t-shirt, along with two hoodies when it's cold, one from the University of Sydney, Australia, and another he wears more frequently styled from the game Starcraft. Otherwise, he usually sticks to collared shirts and jeans.
Personality:
To sum up Jackson's general personality, one would probably use the term 'Joker' - he's sarcastic, witty and generally finds a way to laugh off any situation. Unfortunately, his timing isn't the best as a result, and he has some difficulty taking total responsibility in a serious situation, when it's easier for him to make some joke or laugh about it. He always means well though, and generally attempts to use his sense of humour to make others happy or to cheer them up if they've been having a bad day. Overall he's a very friendly, helpful guy, he's often happy to lend a hand in whatever way he can and has somewhat of a habit of handing out far more favours than he calls for, always without any form of complaint. Generally, Jackson is a fairly charismatic individual, and is pretty easy to get on with, Jackson's enemies are essentially nonexistent, and usually becomes friends with anyone he spends enough time around, usually able to see the good sides of anyone.
Considering his capability to get along with others, Jackson is almost impossible to anger. He maintains that he has not been properly angry since 2007, although there are a few specific things one can do to piss him off. When he's upset, generally Jackson will avoid making an issue out of it as long as he can avoid it, generally preferring to stay quiet and wait things out as opposed to risking the issue being made worse. He is no coward however, and can and will take the initiative to deal with an issue head-on, if there is no other alternative. Despite being fairly charismatic, Jackson's somewhat of an introvert, and prefers to avoid being at the center of attention in a party, he never holds parties or get-togethers of his own, but will usually go along to them without incident, as long as he can stick around his closer friends.
When it comes to relationships, Jackson usually is of a one-track mind. Usually, Jackson avoids intimacy to a significant degree, due to a fear of commitment. Many of Jackson's past relationships have lasted a few months, a couple of sexual encounters, and then a fairly dull breakup, apart from a few more dramatic instances.
Roommate-ness:
Jackson is not the best roommate, to put it bluntly. He is committed enough to keeping communal spaces, like the living room and kitchen, fairly clean, though he doesn't really have much of a problem with leaving out last night's Chinese takeout until it starts to stink. When it comes to his own room, it's a much different story with Jackson, his mother continues to describe his bedroom as a 'hive of scum and villainy', usually a total sty, with clothes and empty bottles and cans scattered all over the place. The only area of his room that is kept clean is the area of his desk where his computer is, kept in almost impeccable condition so that he can work and play at it much easier. Jackson usually needs a little push from his roommates in remembering more important things, like when the rent is due, and when there might be an inspection, as he usually has no initiative in the more administrative aspects of living.
Generally, Jackson tries to make as little trouble for his roommates as he can, and with a little pushing and prodding, he will happily clean up any mess he's made, however he does have a habit of staying up to ungodly hours of the night playing video games and commentating on e-sports games, which is a habit he's taken up as somewhat of a second job. He doesn't really care about people coming in and out of his room, provided they knock first, after a few awkward incidents with an old roommate. He's very relaxed when it comes to his own room, and never really thinks anyone could make it worse than he already has.
Public records / Bio:
Born in Sydney, Australia, Jackson spent much of his young life as somewhat of a miscreant, his father a police officer, and so an authority figure he always liked to defy. He regularly got himself into trouble at school and with the police, and much of his childhood at school was spent in detention, or the principals office. After 8th grade, his behaviour and grades began to improve significantly, and Jackson eventually was awarded dux of his class in 11th Grade, doing well enough in the final year of his high schooling to go to the illustrious University of Sydney. Having always held a love for music, but too much stage fright to really perform himself, he took a course in audio-engineering and musical theory. Completing the course, he began to contact people he'd met during the course and online, searching for work, eventually managing to secure work at a fairly big venue in Los Angeles.
Moving over to the US, Jackson struggled at first to find somewhere to live, and for the first few weeks in LA he lived in a rental van outside his work, eventually managing to get an apartment with some co-workers. In the two years he's lived in LA, Jackson's had a number of different relationships, the longest lasting roughly five months, and he's begun to involve himself in the scene of professional gaming. Jackson has a Youtube Channel for gameplay and commentary on shooters, and works every now and then as a commentator of esports events.
Jackson 'Infern0' Miller (Born 5 November, 1993) is a StarCraft II commentator from Australia, currently residing in the United States. Jackson first became involved in StarCraft II after entering the WCS California regional qualifier and achieving second place, after this incident he began his Youtube channel under the name 'Infern0' to focus on providing gameplay for StarCraft and Counter-Strike. He regularly commentates for WCS and ESL.
Vices:
• Jackson is a casual smoker, generally he'll only smoke at parties or when he's had a particularly rough day, but he almost always carries a pack of cigarettes on him, usually he'll be fairly antsy if he doesn't have it with him.
• Jackson has what some would consider a mild drinking problem, he regularly has one or two beers with dinner, and spends a reasonable amount of his salary on beer and whisky, though he tries to avoid getting drunk when he does drink.
Skills:
• Bass Guitar. Jackson has been playing the instrument since he was young, though he mostly does it as a hobby, being far too much of an introvert to actually consider performing with it, despite any skill he really has with the instrument.
• Mechanics/Tech. Jackson knows his way away around most aspects of the musical trade, generally able to fix most if not all problems with most instruments and peripherals. He also has this skill in relation to cars, having spent some of his time during University working at a Car Repair company.
• Resourceful. Jackson's charismatic attitude and his ability to make connections has allowed him to meet with some fairly important figures in the scene, and makes him a definite 'in' for any aspiring band looking to make it big, he's good for helping to get people together, particularly managers and venue-owners.
Other:
• Half of Jackson's bedroom is essentially a workshop, usually scattered with parts of amps, guitars and microphones which he works on modifying, fixing and just generally screwing around with.
• Jackson won a 1967 Chevrolet Impala in a random draw a few months after coming to the US, and he treats it especially well. It is his main way of getting around, and he never lets anyone drive it but himself.
• Jackson is also a huge momma's boy, and generally tries to call his mother every night he is able, usually, he'll be fairly upset if he is unable to. |
46,164 | 1,249 | 5 | 2,341 | 94 | Eureka Eva Knight
♪Stalker♪
A random girl saw Eureka standing still not talking to anyone. She would say in a classic stereotypical valley girl voice, "So like, i hear the band only has one guy in it. Like, so hipster wouldn't you say?" Eureka was in her own la la land waiting for the band to take to the stage while daydreaming about Cody's autograph when she realized someone was talking to her. "Huh?"Eureka said looking back at the random girl who was standing a bit closer then anyone else. Eureka was drooling a little before snapping to reality.
The random girl took a step back and looked at Eureka."ehhh.. Oh I'm sorry, I just thought you wouldn't hear me with all the people around. This is close enough" said the random girl. She gave a fake smile waiting for Eureka to reply Confused, Eureka tilted her head to the right a bit with a blank expression. "What do you mean?"The random girl looked annoyed at this point, figuring Eureka has problems. "Oh.. wait"Eureka Would begin to talk to herself about Levi One guy? What in the world could she be talking about? Oh Duhhh? Is he dating all of them? What is this? he better be like the comic relief. Like if the band sucks he would tell a joke. I want to see him do a handstand. Yeahhhh a handstand would prove his awesomeness.
"Oh wait, yeah I think I read that on the website when I got my ticket under listings." Getting excited she smiled and placing a hand on the random girls shoulder "If They're good Ill follo..." she paused ~Now Eureka darling A self conscience resemblance of an angle popped up on her shoulder. "Should you be telling random strangers our problems?" Eureka spaced out for a second in front of the girl for the second time. "Eh I mean" She said regaining her composure and changing her demeanor, "I mean if they're good I can see myself checking them out after the concert." Pulling away her hand slowly after realizing the random girl was uncomfortable. "Sorry about that.." The random girl turned away and began talking to another person in the crowd. Eureka shrugged."Oh well."
She pulled out her iPhone checking the website for the band's info. A list of members came up with no pictures but each name had a fun fact under them. "Levi huh.." She scrolled down looking at the comments at the bottom from the people who took the time to sign up, just for the 10% off ticket sale. "Oh... the only heterosexual, wait... what? Addy? What is pansexual?" all the comments seemed so understanding as if they could relate. "Am I the only one who doesn't know what a pansexual is?" At this moment she received a text message from her mother.
{I need you home after the show, Princess Nom needs you Eura. Mamas going out! xoxo}
Eureka slid down on the text message activating the quick reply. {{Mom... Princess Nom's is a cat...}} After hitting send she turned to the stage waiting. | Full name:
Eureka Eva Knight
Gender:
Female
Date of birth:
May = 5/13/94
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Eureka has long white frizzy hair that reaches her lower back. Its dyed and the black roots obviously stand out. Her finger nails often look like a old hampers chew toys but she regularly keeps them red or black. She normally dress in pop band/rock and heavy metal clothes with the latest gear. Black clothes being the color of choice. Eureka normally has candy red lipstick on, witch is vary noticeable because of her full lips(the color changes with her mood). The most notable feature about Eureka is her smile. She can charm the coldest of people with just a single glance of her well shaped teeth and jaw line. Her eyes are her back up weapon. Her eyes are bright green blueish but most people never look in too them so this feature goes unnoticed. Due to her designer sun glasses witch keeps vary well i might add. Height: 5.7 ft/173.736 cm/Weight: 140lb/63kg
Personality:
Eureka is the adventurist type. Most of the time she is the first to try something. She has been this way from birth. As a child she often got in to all types of trouble. Her mother had to find a new baby sitter who could keep a eye on her every time she would go out. Eureka often played with knives, climb to the tallest trees and sneak out the house just to how the cats lived in her neighborhood. With this Eureka also easily gets addicted to the thrill of things. Music is the drug, Boy bands, Pop bands, Girl bands and rock bands. All of them makes her feel alive. She likes them so much its unhealthily.
Public records / Bio:
Eureka was born next to the radio. She often sneaked out of her house to go to concerts. Her father was never around and was left alone while her mother worked. She had a baby sitter but none of them could stick around long enough. She knew how to read them and often did. Getting them to let her leave with her charms. He mother was groupie before having Eureka. This lead to some household fights witch Eureka drowned out with music. Music was the only thing that made any scents to her. On the rainy nights she would sit next to the window with her bright pink Skull Candy headphones and watch the rain. Each week she would choose a band and learn about them. But as of late she has been getting bored and is waiting for the next big thing.
Vices:
Watching her favorite bands preform live
Getting to back stage passes and VIP Hang outs passes
Day dreaming about music
Skills:
Highly Persuasive
Quick Thinking
Comedic
Other:
Farts on muffins. So WATCH OUT! |
46,165 | 1,249 | 6 | 2,261 | 5,179 | Lidded, tall hazelnut latte in hand, Anita paced the green room, each one of her steps quickly proceeding the other as she passed the door multiple times a minute. Anita had worked her butt off to get this gig and was nervous for what was to come. This was the band's first proper gig, cafes, pubs and YouTube were one thing but a live gig like this was a whole other ball game entirely and Anita was going to do as much as she could to make sure this performance went as smoothly as possible.
Eventually she gave up her pacing and swiftly made her way to the closest couch, sitting on its edge, continuing to take small sips of her latte. She gives a sigh looking around at the band. Levi sipping a beer, Mikayla cuddled up to her laptop and such. The band deserved this, they had spent so much time working on their pieces and preparing for today, plus they had survived though Anita's stressful raging the last couple of weeks. Silently she slipped out of green room door, making way toward the stage area. She stood at doorway for a while, watching the roadies set up. She wasn't too knowledgable on wires and electronics and such so decided not to interfere for the moment. Through the thick curtain screams and yells shoot through filling the stage. Cheers for the band seep through. Tonight, it seemed, would go swimmingly. | Full name:
Anita Carla Jones
Gender:
Female
Date of birth:
23rd April, 1990 (making her 25)
Sexuality:
Heterosexual, known information
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Anita stands at 173cm (approx. 5'8") and possesses quite a slim build. She generally prefers to keep a professional look to fit her job description therefore is not one to dye her hair random bright colours or get tattoos except on the inside of her left wrist where she has a small tattoo reading "Music Saved My Life" (bit of an explanation in bio). She has both of her earlobes and the middle of her right nostril pierced. She only wears a small stud in her nostril piercing. She's never been a heavy make-up wearer and has naturally tanned skin. Her attire is often kept professional, however, at the end of the day she prefers casual clothing
Personality:
Sensible and caring, Anita is generally confident in herself until it comes to performing. That's the main reason why she took the management route in the music industry. She can confidently stand up and give a speech in front of hundreds but she develops stage-fright if she's to perform in front of a group of only 20. She comfortable in her own skin and won't change who she is for anyone no matter what. She would never ask anyone to do so either except in the name of improvement.
She's a very headstrong woman and can become quite stubborn when it comes to a topic that she is very passionate about. When she has a goal she will stop at nothing to achieve it whether it'd be to take a band to fame or to have the entire house clean as a whistle. When she believes in something it's hard for her to look the other way. She almost always has a backup witty or sarcastic comment up her sleeve. She makes it very clear if you get on her nerves, which some do, and finds it hard to ignore people trying to annoy her and wind her up. For all those she cares about she cares for deeply but quite often shows tough love towards those people. She is very organised and likes to keep things that way. She is quite on top of everything and is ready to make counter-claims to rumours about her clients.
Roommate-ness:
As long as it's not her stuff and it's not in her room she can live with mess, however, if something it must be put away properly and orderly. Forks and knives must go away in their spot, DVD's must be put away in alphabetically order and so on. If it's not on the floor it's in its place and Anita will keep on top of this. As orderly as she is her room is usually a shocker, paper, files and other bits and bobs to be rearranged can be found scattered on the floor. You know how her wardrobe had item placed randomly? Well now they're all on that chair in her room waiting to be reordered by what items they are and colour. That stack of CDs that went missing? They're in a pile over there waiting to be put away in alphabetical order by artist in chronological order of the CD's release.
As far as household duties go she'll usually be the one cleaning out the pantry and the fridge or folding the washing and putting it away, however, she'll settle for almost anything except cleaning other people's things from the floor or wishing the dishes.
Public records / Bio:
When she was 12 Anita developed cancer. During her time in hospital music seemed to be the only thing that gave her hope (hence the tattoo). By the time she was 14 the last of the cancer was removed through chemotherapy and a few surgeries and she became officially cancer-free as her family hadn't spread too widely before it was detected it early she it couldn't spread too far. No signs of cancer has returned since. As music gave her so much hope during all the medication and surgery Anita had wanted to give back to the music industry but, as much as she enjoyed playing keyboard and singing, she could never perform in front of people due to stage-fright,that's when she decided she wanted to become a manager to a band and help them in their career in music in hopes of it touching someone as it did her.
When she completed school she continued on to do 4 years of studying to achieve a Bachelor of music management coming in the top 5 in her class. She brags about assisting managers of multiple bands in their rise to fame during her internships while she studied and says to have managed a small group of big-time and up-and-coming artists for sorter periods of time with one of Platinum Record's rival companies Rebel Records in her 3 years of being a qualified music manager.
She discovered the main band through a friend of the group. She had met one of the member's before on a couple of occasions and they did mention that they were in a band but she didn't pay much notice until she was taken to one of their local gigs, she quickly came to believe that the band could achieve great things and worked at getting her record company to sign them. A few days later she was no longer working at the company, insisting she left as she they were being to harsh and quickly applied for a job at Platinum Records. After 9 weeks and 4 interviews she finally got a job there and worked on signing the band to Platinum Records.
Vices:
- Coffee, she practically cannot live without the stuff
- She can be quite bias and stubborn at times.
- She'll stop at nothing to achieve her goal, even if it involves lying
Skills:
- Singing and playing piano/keyboard (however her stage-fright keeps her from performing)
- Speeches
- Organisation and keeping everyone in line
- Persuading others |
46,166 | 1,249 | 7 | 126 | 59 | Her preshow ritual consisted of three things:
1) Munching on the brownies/cookies/cupcake/whatever it was she baked the night before
2) Blasting her adrenaline-building, good luck-granting playlist
3) Charging her battery
Mackenzie nibbled on the last of her chewy, dinosaur-shaped brownies, savoring its chocolatey goodness. Not to toot her own horn or anything, but these were preeetty great. Like, even stoners would prefer these over pot brownies kind of great. She thought she had mucked up the recipe when she added a tablespoon more of Hershey's cocoa than was prescribed, but it turned out to be a happy accident. Anyway. First one down, two to go. Completing her ritual was a must. Laugh at her for being superstitious, but she'll have you know that there was a precedent to all this. That one time she skipped on eating her stress-baked baked goods (because she was having a really bad case of stage fright back then and eating would have been a terrible idea), she tripped over the mic stand and almost crashed into Levi in the middle of his guitar solo.
So. Time for number two—er, not that kind.
Pulling out her red wireless Beats from her backpack, Mackenzie sat upside down on the couch, feet immediately tapping out a rhythm against the wall as soon as the tracks played. Music blared out of her headphones; a muted melody to anyone that was not her, but a crashing wave in her ears, drowning out all ambient noises in the Green Room. It was easy all too easy to get lost in the upbeat riffs and the hypnotic tempo.
For a moment, she saw the band on stage. Bright lights flashing, the crowd erupting in cheers.
Mackenzie grinned.
No matter how many shows they've done, the preshow jitters never went away. It starts days before, planting dozens of little caterpillars in her stomach that metamorphose into butterflies right before the curtains were drawn. Some shows, it gets really close to a full-blown panic attack. Other shows, it's barely there. But what she learned was that the more it happened, the better she became at converting those jitters into pure energy. She let another three tracks play, letting the music wash over her, until it swept away her thrumming anxieties and only a growing excitement remained.
Now for number three.
Mackenzie rolled off the couch with flourish, newly awakened vigor very much apparent, and slid her headphones down to her neck. Now, the last part was the most important. Every performance gets emotionally-charged really fast—it was one of the perks of being a walking, talking marquee of expressions—and that means it gets draining just as quickly. She needed her dose of assurance.
Her eyes searched through the room and locked onto a target. One tried and true and ever effective.
Mackenzie bounded toward Mikayla, giving Levi a light head-ruffling as she passed him by. The bottle in his hand made her playfully wag a finger at him. Beer probably did nothing to his amazing guitar skills, but she had learn to dislike the drink after it had dried up her throat after only a couple of sips.
"Miks!" Mackenzie was careful not to interrupt until the camera dinged, signaling the recording was over. Then her hands flew up and around her best friend's neck, in a Max-patented tacklehug from behind. "Charging time!"
The red LED numbers projected on the wall started a countdown. There were only minutes left until Miami Over Moon took center stage. | Full name:
Mackenzie Erika James
Nickname(s):
Kenzie, when people, including her, are too lazy to say the first syllable of her name. This is what she usually goes by. Max, another variation for the lazy, but reserved for best friends. Puppy, because she is one.
Gender:
Female
Date of birth:
December, 19
Sexuality:
Hetero… no, wait. Bisexual? Probably. She's still figuring it out.
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Those who don't know any better would think Mackenzie a pillar of elegance: slim and shapely, bearing almost regal; steps light and airy, movements deliberate but delicate. She seems to have an eye for fashion as well (really just a side-effect from religiously watching Gossip Girl when she was younger) and despite standing only at an average 5'4, she looks like she could have been a model. But in truth, this supposed elegance is superficial, something she learned during her two-year dip into the pageant scene. That is to say: she's beauty, she's grace, but only until she accidentally walks into a glass door and smashes her face. Then the magic's gone.
Her light chocolate hair is styled differently every day of the week; she can't have a repeat--that's just being lazy. She had chopped it off recently on a whim, and it now only reaches her shoulders. Part of her regrets it, because there's a bit less she can do with her hair now and she misses her crown braids. Her hazel eyes are big and expressive windows to her soul, more often than not crinkled with happiness and laughter. Mackenzie has been planning to get a tattoo for the longest time, but hasn't quite mustered the courage (needles, ugh).
Personality:
On and off stage, Mackenzie has accurately been compared to a puppy. It's not a difficult connection to make. Enthusiastic is her default state and she takes on the world with a certain joie de vivre that probably exasperates cynics to no end. She likes to laugh and smile and would shamelessly invade personal boundaries so she can playfully pounce on you. Physical affection and Mackenzie go hand in hand, and it's almost like an addiction, really. She can never seem to spend a day without once sidling up next to a friend. If you stare hard enough, you might be able to see when her tail's wagging—which turns out to be quite often. It doesn't take much to get her excited or pumped up, and she has energy to spare. Unflinching loyalty, definitely to a fault, is one of her most puppy-like qualities. She does anything and everything for friends, even more for family, no questions asked. It doesn't matter if you're in the wrong or when the going gets tough; she'll stick by you through thick and thin, and will share the blame or the burden if need be.
At first, it would seem as though Mackenzie is incapable of taking anything seriously. She's all fun and games and even more fun. But those close to her know that she considers her craft sacred. Mackenzie pours her heart and soul into her music, dedicates hours upon hours every day just perfecting her craft.
Interviews become almost like a game of Russian roulette when Mackenzie's involved. On one hand, she's nothing if not genuine, and it's become part of her charm. She's expressive and candid and you could probably get a folderful of varied reaction gifs from spending three hours with her. People seem to respond to her authenticity, think it's refreshing even. But in this line of work, being a very open book has its risks. Mackenzie is unabashedly herself, has no pretenses whatsoever, and there are times, so, so many times, when that backfires.
The general rule is: when there's controversy, keep Mackenzie out.
Roommate-ness:
Mackenzie is the perfect partner-in-crime. She is literally up for anything, as long as it sounds remotely fun. 3am drive to the only open McDonalds to satisfy some craving? She's there. Need a buddy to watch that horror movie with? She's your girl (but she'll be half clinging to you for most of the movie). Going through a shit day and need someone to vent to? There's no better choice than expert cheerer-upper and problem listener Mackenzie. She's hard to frustrate or piss off, and her affable and jocular nature often helps diffuse some of the tension.
More than anything, she likes spending time with her friends. That's the thing about living with a human puppy: she needs attention and affection on a regular basis. Mackenzie is good at reading people and she knows when they need their space, but sometimes she can't help herself. When she's in one of those moods, she'll do her best not to be a bother, but she needs to be within proximity of another human being. At night, when it gets too quiet and lonely and her music doesn't help, she might ask to sleep next to you. Or at least on your floor, just as long as she has company.
Mackenzie's the sort that the more maternal types can't help but coddle. Something about her general carefreeness (actually, it may be her puppy-ness) seems to tug at and activate people's nurturing instincts.
Also, she stress bakes! It's probably safe to anticipate lots of delicious baked goods days before performances.
Public records / Bio:
For someone who's not just an open book, but one written in giant font, bolded and highlighted, her family life is surprisingly kept private. There's a Wikipedia article written about her after she won Miss Teen USA three years ago, and though it goes into detail about her school life and her one year reign, there's little about her family besides the listing of her parents' names. Her step-siblings aren't even mentioned, and she'd much rather keep it that way.
Mackenzie Erika James (born December 9, 1996) is an American singer known for her covers of hit songs by contemporary pop musicians, and a beauty pageant titleholder who held the Miss Teen USA 2012 title. Born and raised in Leavenworth, Washington, James is the daughter of Jenna Byron and Anthony Eric James. After winning the state pageant in 2011, she moved onto represent Washington in the national Miss Teen USA 2012 pageant held in the Bahamas, and was ultimately crowned the winner.
Her stint as pageant titleholder has given Mackenzie some public exposure in the form of television guest and public speaking appearances. Before this, she used to collaborate with YouTubers and sing covers, earning her a bit of internet fame. And before that, she used to join and mostly win local singing competitions. An old video floating online called '6-year-old wows judges with her powerful voice' is as far back as Google knows about her. Mackenzie would be really surprised if anyone knows any tidbit about her that's older than that.
Although Mackenzie is active on social media, rarely can people get relevant information about her through it. Her twitter is 50% puntastic jokes, 50% excited fangirling about celebrities and movies and television shows. Her Instagram: 1% selfies and 99% cute animals she passes by. Her Facebook had the most personal information, but she hasn't updated in two years now.
Her current location can be gleaned from the location tags on her Instagram posts. She also retweets goings-on happening in UCLA, so it's not too difficult to infer that she's currently studying there.
Vices:
♪ During downtimes, she gets sporadic urges to binge watch shows and movies she's already watched.
♪ She easily loses track of time when's caught up in a video game; it would be the next day, when her stomach's grumbling and her eyes sting, that she realizes how much time has passed. Then she quickly amends her all-nighter by sleeping through the rest of the day.
♪ Touch, companionship. It's almost like she craves touch and physical affection. Mackenzie immediately feels upset if she goes without for more than ten hours, and the one thing she can't stand is being alone.
♪ Idealizing possible romantic partners. She wants to see the best in everyone, even if it might not be there. Mackenzie can be easily taken advantage of, and though she's experienced it before and should know better, she still desperately clings to the hope that people are inherently good. She'll give anyone who shows interest a chance, because she thinks everyone at least deserves that.
Skills:
Vocal prowess: Mackenzie has been told that she goes by raw talent more than anything. She has the power, the range, the emotions, the innate feel for tone. But she's untrained, and it shows in her lack of proper technique. She still has a long way to go in learning to control her gift.
Drums: It's the only instrument she can play well, surprisingly. She can try playing the piano and guitar, but she'll sound super rough. They just don't come as naturally to her as the drums had when she first tried it. She's only been playing for two years, but she can hold her own with it.
Dancing: Mackenzie's been dancing for as long as she's been singing, but she's not quite as passionate about the former. It's more for fun. She's good at picking up choreography, though, and has a great sense of rhythm.
Charm: A lot of it has to do with her genuineness. She's approachable and affable, and her infectious personality goes a long way.
Other:
♪ Needles and clowns scare the living hell out of her, and she doesn't even know why. She has a recurring nightmare where she's captured by a Dr. Bobo—half doctor, half clown armed with a giant syringe and size twenty blood red shoes—who keeps her locked in some dingy basement.
♪ Every end of the month, she likes to marathon sad movies for cathartic purposes. Mackenzie sees it this way: you get all the tears and sadness out of the way, and start the next month baggage-free.
♪ Hopeless romantic, hapless romantic. Loves love, but love seems to hate her.
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46,167 | 1,249 | 8 | 819 | 51 | Samantha McGlynn
She sat atop the lone ottoman in the green room, hunched over as she held her compact mirror to her face. For the 5th time, she brought a red and purple stained tissue to her lips, wiping off the plum colored lipstick she'd just applied. With the tissue still in her hands, she bent to her side, reached down into her oversized makeup purse, and latched her index and ring fingers onto another tube of lipstick. She uncapped the capsule and reapplied it to her lips, coloring them burgandy. The girl grinned at herself in her mirror, clasping it shut along with the lipstick and tossing it back into her bag.
Undoing her high bun and letting her hair fall over her shoulders, Samantha retrieved her phone from the front pocket of her dress, snapping a quick selfie... or four, rather. Once she was done, she locked and pocketed the phone once more, practically beaming as she stood up straight, turning her head over to the bespectacled man on the couch behind her. She must not have noticed Mackenzie passing her by just moments ago, having been too focused and stressed out about getting her makeup to look the way she wanted it to.
"Hey Levi, when are we on?" she asked him, having forgotten the existence of the clock hanging on the wall behind her. | Full name:
Samantha McGlynn
Nickname(s):
Sam, Sammy, or any other variation of her name is fine by her.
Gender:
Female
Date of birth:
March, 20
Sexuality:
Homosexual, Closeted
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Samantha is of South African descent, thinly built, and stands at 5'7" when not wearing her usual high heeled shoes. Her hair is naturally black and wavy, and has only ever been trimmed to allow it to grow out more. Because her hair reaches down to her mid-back and only continues to grow, she sometimes pulls it all back into a high ponytail or a bun, though she generally prefers letting it hang down. Her eyes almost perfectly match the color of her hair as well, as they are such a dark brown that they almost appear black. She is almost never seen without makeup on, either, though she generally keeps it natural and simple unless she's performing or going to a party. Samantha is also incredibly girly, and as such prefers to wear skirts and dresses over pants and t-shirts.
Personality:
Cheerful, bubbly, and outgoing, Samantha enjoys being around people, especially when those people let her ramble for hours on end. Ever since she was a child, she's always enjoyed making new friends, and will often go out of her way to chat up strangers. These talks are almost always platonic, though. She is most certainly not a flirt, and any attempts to flirt with her that aren't incredibly obvious are more than likely to go right over her head. While Samantha is indeed somewhat shallow and even a bit air-headed, she is a very caring person. She may not be great with giving advice, but she's always willing to lend an ear, or a shoulder, if she knows someone's in need of it.
Samantha definitely isn't one to stay in one place for long, and repetitive or "boring" tasks are bound to turn her off or cause her to become agitated. In her spare time, she likes to take trips to nearby cities or towns, spending the day exploring all sorts of shops and restaurants. This is all done spontaneously, so it's not unheard of for Samantha to suddenly disappear without telling anyone (though she thankfully keeps her phone on her at all times, along with her charger). Getting out often does wonders for her mood, but the opposite can be said for being shut indoors for too long. If Samantha isn't given anything to do that she finds entertaining, she can quickly grow restless and impatient, which leads to her becoming snappy and easily annoyed. However, she is by no means easy to anger, and she does try to keep a cool head even on her bad days.
Roommate-ness:
Samantha tries to mind her own business and space, though she does have her limits. That limit being how bad something smells. She commonly keeps a pack of febreze air fresheners in her room, which she will spray around the house if something smells bad enough to her. However, she won't mess with her roomates' rooms, though she may offer them one of her air fresheners to them, or passive aggressively spray febreze around the outside of their room. Her own room is usually kept clean, if not a bit chaotic. She likes decorating the walls and surfaces of her room with all kinds of things, which can make her room look much messier than it really is.
Samantha will more than likely be the first to wake up in any household, and unfortunately isn't very good at being quiet about it. While her habits are nothing excessive, she can easily wake her roommates up from turning the television or radio up too much, singing to herself or talking too loudly, or clattering plates and pans against each other carelessly. At night, however, Samantha is very quick to fall asleep, and it can be difficult to wake her before she's gotten her eight hours in.
Public records / Bio:
Growing up in Maryland under the care of her single mother, Samantha's personal life has always been kept private. What is known to the public is vague at best, and even some of the "facts" are only based off of rumors. She first entered the public eye at the age of 14, when she started a Youtube channel originally dedicated to makeup and skincare tutorials. Although the channel was a moderate success, her habit of randomly disappearing for weeks at a time with no explanation hurt her popularity drastically. It wasn't until she was 18 that she started gaining more of a following.
After a three month long hiatus, Samantha returned to her channel, now living in a crowded apartment with three of her friends from high school. In addition to her beauty tutorials, she also began uploading videos of her playing bass guitar and singing covers of her favorite songs. Her subscriber count shot up dramatically after her returning, gaining almost 6,000 new subscribers within the next year. Spurred on by the encouragement from her subscribers, she began performing in bars and clubs at night for tips, and eventually became a well known name not only on varying parts of the web, but within her hometown as well.
Vices:
Samantha is very secretive about her personal life, political stances, or anything in particular that might cause conflict. She'll talk your ear off about anything else but those things.
She's also always had a bit of a spending problem, along with a hoarding problem. Rather than buying large, extravagant things, though, she typically spends her money on smaller items found at thrift shops or swap meets. These items are usually just decor items, though, and are often never even displayed due to having little to no room for them.
If Samantha is asked to do something she really doesn't care for, she'll put it off until she has to do it. She prefers to have fun first and worry about work later.
Skills:
-Singing and harmonizing (self taught throughout high school and beyond)
-Bass guitar (learned through guitar classes at her high school)
-Cosmetology
-Holding almost any conversation
Other:
-Most of the things she cooks are sub-par at best, and she often overcooks her meals
-She's rather squeamish about... anything, really. Mice, bugs, blood, left out food, etc |
46,168 | 1,249 | 9 | 2,616 | 349 | Levi AstrauckasGreen Room, 'The Amp' premier venue.
As Levi raised his bottle to his lips, he met eyes with Mikayla over the bottle.
"Good looks. And wicked sound, of course." Mikayla answered. Levi perked his brow in agreement as he lowered his bottle.
"Got just the right man for the job then, hey?" he jokes with a smirk as he idly looks over those in the green room. Samantha McGlynn: talented bass guitarist and singer, and she founded the band with him all those months ago; defiantly one for stage presence, with that personality of hers. Who else, uh.. Adalaide Laroche - a little for quiet tonight, that's a bit unlike her. But where did Mackenzie g-
Levi playfully swatted at the hand so impolitely ruffling his immaculatly groomed hair - or so he'd probably like to think, anyway.
"Hey, the hair! Hot property!" he playfully cried before returning a hand to his hair to fingercomb it back into the ideal spot. After identifying the waving finger, Levi couldn't help but smirk: he raises the bottles back to his lips as he makes a peace sign with his spare hand. After taking in another mouthful, slowly progressing through the bottle, he rests his wielding arm back on the chair with a content sigh. It was looking good, after all: good company, a big gig, and Coors - oh, the lovely Coors.
"Hey Levi, when are we on?" came a familiar voice - the aforementioned Samantha McGlynn herself.
"Uh..." Levi lets out as he brings up his left wrist and tilts it around to present the top to himself. After a brief moment to figure out the whole 'analogue clock' thing again, he lets out a lesser curse as he swings his head up to the countdown in the room. "Bit under 3 minutes." he quickly follows up before raising the bottle to his lips, holding it near-vertically and quickly processing the rest of the drink. Upon completion, he hurriedly sets the empty bottle on the coffee table before he reaches over the couch to grab his American Vintage '58 Telecaster. After a brief moment of fumbling to take a Jazz III plectrum out from it's tactfully position holder behind the headstock, he runs through the strings from low E to high E as a last-minute check that all's tuned and in order. "Get keen, boys!" | Full name:
Levi Astrauckas.
Nickname(s):
"Ruckus" and it's variations, such as "Big Ruckus" and "Lev Ruckus". The nickname "Ruckus" was Levi's nickname through high school, being an affectionate bastardization of his last name Astrauckas which came up simply for the sake of having a nickname in his peer group.
Gender:
Male ♂.
Date of birth:
June, 20.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual. Public knowledge.
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Levi stands at 5 feet and 11 inches with an average and somewhat toned build and light, clear complexion. His hair is a very dark drown which is kept mainatined on the back and sides with a swept top and fringe and accented by a stubble - which serves a double to hide his chin, which he's not happy with the shape of. Both his ear lobes are pierced and stretched to a considerable but not extreme extent and he has a collection of tattoos: including a right arm sleeve, a more minimal left-arm sleeve, and a tattoo across the upper back connecting the two; he plans on adding to his collection in the future, if he can source the money.
The staple-mark of his wardrobe is his glasses: He wears a pair of black, borderline hipster-esque prescription glasses, being significantly short-sighted; the glasses 'complete' his face, and he normally seems a little odd without them. As far as clothing goes, he rotates between themed crew-necks, button-up tops which are normally worn with the sleeves rolled up and the top button open, jeans, slim-fitting tan slacks, brown lace-up quarter brogue cap toe shoes, and black converse canvas shoes.
Personality:
The shortest way to describe Levi would be "reasonably chilled" - he's all about staying calm and happy, taking it easy, and living day-by-day, but not using it as an excuse to get up to no good; he'll often get up needlessly early if he needs to be somewhere in the morning so that he can get himself ready at a slow and steady pace without having to rush. He prefers to get up and work hard to get any work out the way so it's off his plate and he can relax again. He's fairly patient and, reflecting his "chill" nature, doesn't pay mind to a lot of things - only a few things really gets to him. Even in stressful situations and the heat of the moment he's slow to stress, but when he finally boils over he becomes very highly strung and takes a long time to calm down again, even to the length of days or even weeks after it's all over. His primary interests include music, skating, tattoos, and socializing.
He's something of a social butterfly and prefers to spend his spare time in the company of others, preferably in pursuit of interests such as music, skating, and picturesque activities such as swimming at a pretty local river or camping at the top of a hill with a view. He's pretty socially versatile and is open to making friends with a broad array of personality types and tropes; even then, the few who annoy him he has the patience to tolerate in smaller doses. Ironically enough, for someone who prefers to spend his time in the company of others, he's not too fond of parties; by all means, he enjoys a party every now and them, but they're normally a bit too fast-paced for his chilled nature, and his sense of reason often conspires against participation in a lot of party festivities.
When intimacy is involved, his personality changes to some extent. He's unfamiliar with intimacy and doesn't really have his bearings about him when it's involved; he becomes a lot more impulsive, highly strung, and caring in moments of intimacy, but otherwise tries to stay as chill as possible.
Roommate-ness:
Much as would be expected based off his personality, Levi is arguably a good roommate; he's easygoing and low-profile, often sleeping in, spending a fair amount of his time off outside with friends or just skating, and just going about his own thing; he enjoys spending time with his roommates indoors on the couch or in the spa, but prefers hanging out outdoors - unless it's jamming, in which case he's happy to sit in the garage studio all day. In his pursuit of aesthetics he's a bit of a neat freak, and whilst he has a habit of cleaning up after himself he also has a habit of cleaning up after everybody else, whether they like it or not; a sewing project might end up moving from a lounge chair to the coffee table, or a pair of shoes taken off on the dining room might end up moving to just by the front door. He also has a habit of doing th dishes or laundry on impulse if it's untidy enough, which can be both a blessing and a curse.
Levi considers his own room to be something of a personal retreat for moments of stress, spending time alone or in privacy however rare it may be, and otherwise doing his own thing and as such, his room is often given the care of a shrine and is kept in nigh-immaculate condition. If the door is closed the unwritten message is 'don't come in', whether he's in there or not; coming in when the door is closed without knocking or otherwise calling forward in advance is a fast way to annoy him, whether he hides it or not. It also drives him up the wall when people mess up his room. If someone where to both intrude and mess up his room, even the easy-going Levi would get upset.
Public records / Bio:
Levi always has been fairly active on social media but was chilled as he is in all things, so there's a fair amount of information hidden away. It wouldn't be hard to find out that he was born on the US West Coast near Bainbridge Island, Washington State. He attended local public education through to earlier on in middle school, where he moved to the location of setting and finished his education. There'd be a lot of photos with him and his guitar set from late elementary school through to present day as he continued to develop his passion.
Towards the end of his time in middle school, he put together his first band that ran through until half way through high school, with some gigs here and there around the local community. The band eventually fell apart when a few of the moments got swamped in their school work and efforts to replace them were unsuccessful. Until the formation of a new band he's made himself available as a session musician, for which he has a personal website and YouTube channel showcasing some of his works for potential clients. It's public information on his website that he plays guitar as music is his passion, and for that same reason he pursues membership in another band. His website also shows that he's familiar with a wide array of styles and genres and is fairly versatile in that regard. Levi has pursued no further education at this point and is currently working part time at a grocery store and as a session musician.
Vices:
• Levi dabbled into smoking whilst he was in high school, although he's seem to have kicked the habit within the past 3 months.
• Whilst Levi is slow to stress, when he does finally boil over he gets quite badly stressed, and takes a long time to come back down - days to weeks, even.
Skills:
• Guitar. Levi has played guitar since elementary school and stuck to it, only briefly dabbling in piano in early middle school to drop it to focus entirely on guitar; as such, he's a quite talented guitarist.
• Music Theory. Levi has spent most of his life reading tabs, but is capable of understanding traditional sheet music and music theory elements given a bit of paper to work it out on.
• Driving. Levi is a good driver, and often drives a van around to carry all of his gear.
• Supportive. Levi's passive and relaxed nature naturally help him support others in positions of trouble, and on top of that he has a bit of a knack for it.
Other:
• Levi owns an American Vintage '58 Telecaster, a Joe Satriani Ibanez JS2400, and an Epiphone EJ-200CE. The first two are electric with a primary white secondary black finish and the latter is a primary black accented white electric-acoustic which was also his first guitar he bought for himself. He also owns a nondescript 20W Vox amplifier and an array of pedals, although he normally uses the venues amps at gigs.
• Levi also owns a white second-hand 1997 Mitsubishi Express, which he uses to cart around his gear. He often carries some gear for other he's hired to work for as a session musician. |
46,169 | 1,249 | 10 | 1,576 | 358 | "Ten seconds, huh? That'll cost you two strawberry jam ones." As Jackson preened himself for the camera, Mikayla just grinned at the image of his face, captured in a miniscreen. She couldn't speak for herself - but she reckoned Miller could appear on footage with an egg smashed on his head and the majority of women would still find him attractive.
"Man, inflation hit us hard here," she said, pressing record.
Mikayla dodged to the side for Jackson to fiddle with a few knobs, letting the camera run a little longer for B-roll. "Nah, it was good," she said with a grin. "Girls online will absolutely love you." About to answer the next question, she ended recording, only to hear her name in a yell. With but a moment's preparation, Mikayla felt herself propelled forward in a bodily tackle from the back. She jack-knifed at the waist, but straightened her back with a beam as wide as the moon. She knew that voice, that practice. "Charging time!"
"So charge your battery, not at me," joked Mikayla, turning around to engulf her oldest friend in a tight if brief hug before pivoting to sling one arm over her shoulders and face Jackson. "You're going to have to ask the best member on this band if they're ready. I haven't the foggiest clue," she said to him, looking between Mackenzie and Jackson. "With you killing it onstage with the rest, and you holding down the fort, I can't imagine anything going wrong." | Full name:
Nickname(s):
Mikachu (her older sister used to be a huge Pokémon nerd, but she hasn't called Mikayla by that pet name in ages)
Miks (called that by Mackenzie James)
Gender:
Female
Date of birth:
7 October, 19 years old
Sexuality:
Homosexual (but still closeted, except to select friends)
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Standing at 157cm (5’15”), slim and fine-boned, Mikayla is easily dwarfed in a crowd. Her russet hair is cropped, with a wave of fringe that habitually falls into blue-silver eyes. From her fair complexion, it’s pretty obvious to any average observer that Mikayla doesn’t get out often. She owns spectacles, but her degree isn’t high enough for her to have to wear down twenty-four-seven. Her attire is frequently tragically casual – with baggy shirts and jeans, sometimes topped with hats and a leather jacket thrown on.
Personality:
Down-to-earth and mellow, Mikayla is by nature a recluse. As much as humans can fascinate her with their individual quirks and habits, she much prefers the company of animals and mobile devices. The Internet is her kingdom, as far as she is concerned, and films and photography are fields that most capture her interest. She may be a little stubborn, and she will stand up for what she believes (William Shakespeare might have been a great landmark in literature debatable], but that doesn’t make his work enjoyable) and for her friends. Teachers have labeled her ‘mature, level-headed, able to keep from being frazzled under pressing situations’, but they have never seen her fight her case in an argument over LGBTQIA-rights before. Additionally, she is innately impulsive, and since she is so enraptured by the phenomenonal workings of popular culture, she can also be just a little obsessive when it comes to fandoms. Just never in public.
When it comes to interpersonal skills however, Mikayla isn’t all bad. She cracks jokes, ribs herself and others, and is quite lively in general. She loves to laugh, and it’s boisterous enough that people have jestingly made fun of her for it before. Her brand of humour and sarcasm is snappish. If you have her hackles raised you will know only backhanded compliments from her; if she is endeared to you, she will place your happiness above her own. Mikayla is, by and large, a frank person, but the prickly barbs of this honesty lie beneath layers of subtlety.
Roommate-ness:
Roughly independent and self-sufficient, Mikayla is quiet, to say the least. More often than not she will be found plugged into her laptop, with headphones curled over her. She used to have a YouTube channel, where she had a decent following thanks to a passable marketing strategy, before she shelved that away for college, so roommates need not fear walking by her door and hearing Mikayla talking to herself. An introvert, after a day of speaking to professors or students on campus, she would like nothing more than to retreat to her own corner with only herself and her laptop for company. But if her roommate would like to go out for a night and have someone accompany her, then Mikayla would oblige and tail her to the club – just so she can pick up the drunk mess after closing hours and bring her home. She’s a lightweight against alcohol herself, and doesn’t drink.
There’s a maternal side to Mikayla that rears its head when it seems domestic duties must befall her. She will frequent the grocery market, buy milk, ensure the rent is paid on time, and cook dinners. Although she will draw the line at laundry and dirty dishes – those, her roommates will have to settle themselves. Mikayla is all about organisation...except spatially.
Perhaps one drawback of living with Mikayla would be the way she tends to make like Great Britannia, and colonise. It is rather like she has tentacles for arms, and extends them to whatever empty spaces there might be in the apartment. That table heaped with files and reports and assignments? All Mikayla’s. The chair that was put in the corner for decorative purposes and in the interest of space conservation? Don’t bother sitting there; Mikayla left the needles and thread from her last sewing endeavour on it. However, if you push all of Mikayla’s right buttons and guilt-trip her enough, she will pick up her stuff. With very, very audible groaning.
Public records / Bio:
Mikayla used to vlog on YouTube for a little supplementary income, and so there’s a portion of her life left indelibly on the Internet – including her opinions and a little of her history. But she kept her family and very private life away from the online window.
Mikayla does engage in social media however, so it would only take a swift Google search away to learn that she is currently studying Business & Marketing Strategy at UCLA Anderson School of Management, and to stalk the photos of café windows, essays verging on completion, campus grounds and libraries that depict the vague storyline of her present life, as well as friends she has made.
If a journalist were very, very good – and not to mention: very, very free with his/her time – he/she might be able to trace Mikayla back to her hometown, where she was born a younger daughter to Jeffrey and Augustus Campbell, with an older sister called Fiona (now a raging success in the biochemistry field). She moved away to Los Angeles however when she was 18 to further her studies on a scholarship. The public eye would also be able to scout out her old YouTube channel, on which she discussed subjects such as agnosticism, and the right to love freely. However, she keeps her sexuality under wraps, and would appear to the audience as a straight ally.
Vices:
Hot drinks and classical films on a cold night
(Not so much a vice as a severe weakness but) Severe romantic; wants to find someone who can sweep her off her feet, and whom she can settle down with
Slash-ships. She thinks Johnlock was life even in the Victorian era
Skills:
Driving a social media campaign – Mikayla studied marketing – and she was good at it. When it comes to statistics, viewership, and the like, she’s a whiz with numbers and inflating them. Pair that up with her beloved Internet and she could work until she drops and never be happier.
Faking it until she makes it – There are a few things Mikayla is insecure about, but she focuses on what she has some confidence in, and siphons out esteem from there.
Other:
Mikayla labels herself agnostic
She can’t take alcohol
Major geek
Hates that she’s compact-sized, but figures its an ideal height if she needs to punch a guy’s nuts |
46,170 | 1,249 | 11 | 1,887 | 1,130 | Jackson Miller
'Boy-Wonder of the Roadie World'
Oblivious to the fact he was still being recorded, Jackson let out an amused chuckle as she confirmed that the recording was indeed fine. "Girls online will absolutely love you." Tilting his head to the side in a combination of mock and legitimate interest, the right side of Jackson's lip was tugged upward in a smirk. "That so? Maybe I should've included my number in the recording somewhere." Laughing at his own quip, Jack tilted his head over Mikayla's shoulder momentarily, eyes drifting toward Anita as she came out from the green room. He'd been contemplating speaking to her throughout the night, however had decided considering he was so busy keeping things running, and because he couldn't think of a topic for the life of him, he would let her approach him if they were to speak that night. It was while he was watching Anita that an unfamiliar voice yell from elsewhere backstage, and Mikayla stumbled a few steps closer to him, propelled forward by one of the excited band members. "Charging time!" Lips curling back up in his trademark grin, he shifted his gaze back and forth between the two girls before him.
"Best member, huh? Well if that's the case, then it's an honour!" Giving an over-exaggeratedly regal bow, Jackson stood up straight once more and kept his gaze on Mackenzie. "I'm Jackson, guy in charge of all the tech tonight, absolute pleasure." He introduced himself in a more serious, legitimate matter, tilting his head back toward the countdown clock which hung on the wall. It was then that Mikayla said those terrifying words. "I can't imagine anything going wrong." A delightfully awkward chuckle escaped the tobacco-scented male, his face turning back toward the two as he reached up, idly scratching at the back of his neck. "Let's hope so at least, don't want to jinx anything, right?" | Full name:
Jackson William Miller
Nickname(s):
Friends have a habit of calling him 'Jax', a name he usually begrudgingly responds to. Those close to him, including his significant others, usually give him a more affectionate 'Jackie' - Unless you're pretty close with him, calling Jackson this is a pretty sure-fire way to upset him.
Gender:
Male ♂.
Date of birth:
November, 22.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual. Public knowledge.
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Jackson is a little over 6 feet and 2 inches, with a fairly average build. He exercises regularly enough to have somewhat of a muscular build, but he's certainly no body builder, if anything, he'd only be a little above average in terms of muscle mass. His skin is partially tanned, hinting to his European heritage. He keeps a thin beard, neatly trimmed and groomed to be just a little more than stubble, apart from his hair, it exists as the major focus of his style choices. His hair is generally kept short, but long enough to be styled every which-way. His jawline is reasonably sharp, and apart from a few, very small and light moles on his face, he has no real marks on his face.
The entirety of Jackson's arms up to the wrists are covered in long sleeve tattoos, which connect to a large tattoo on his back, running down to the middle of his spine. The tattoos themselves have little connection or meaning, ranging from images of Dragons and Skeletons to notable video game characters. Jackson's wardrobe varies significantly depending on whether he's working or relaxing. At work, he generally wears a pair of cargo pants, generally tucked over his large black combat boots, and somewhat of a tight black t-shirt, along with two hoodies when it's cold, one from the University of Sydney, Australia, and another he wears more frequently styled from the game Starcraft. Otherwise, he usually sticks to collared shirts and jeans.
Personality:
To sum up Jackson's general personality, one would probably use the term 'Joker' - he's sarcastic, witty and generally finds a way to laugh off any situation. Unfortunately, his timing isn't the best as a result, and he has some difficulty taking total responsibility in a serious situation, when it's easier for him to make some joke or laugh about it. He always means well though, and generally attempts to use his sense of humour to make others happy or to cheer them up if they've been having a bad day. Overall he's a very friendly, helpful guy, he's often happy to lend a hand in whatever way he can and has somewhat of a habit of handing out far more favours than he calls for, always without any form of complaint. Generally, Jackson is a fairly charismatic individual, and is pretty easy to get on with, Jackson's enemies are essentially nonexistent, and usually becomes friends with anyone he spends enough time around, usually able to see the good sides of anyone.
Considering his capability to get along with others, Jackson is almost impossible to anger. He maintains that he has not been properly angry since 2007, although there are a few specific things one can do to piss him off. When he's upset, generally Jackson will avoid making an issue out of it as long as he can avoid it, generally preferring to stay quiet and wait things out as opposed to risking the issue being made worse. He is no coward however, and can and will take the initiative to deal with an issue head-on, if there is no other alternative. Despite being fairly charismatic, Jackson's somewhat of an introvert, and prefers to avoid being at the center of attention in a party, he never holds parties or get-togethers of his own, but will usually go along to them without incident, as long as he can stick around his closer friends.
When it comes to relationships, Jackson usually is of a one-track mind. Usually, Jackson avoids intimacy to a significant degree, due to a fear of commitment. Many of Jackson's past relationships have lasted a few months, a couple of sexual encounters, and then a fairly dull breakup, apart from a few more dramatic instances.
Roommate-ness:
Jackson is not the best roommate, to put it bluntly. He is committed enough to keeping communal spaces, like the living room and kitchen, fairly clean, though he doesn't really have much of a problem with leaving out last night's Chinese takeout until it starts to stink. When it comes to his own room, it's a much different story with Jackson, his mother continues to describe his bedroom as a 'hive of scum and villainy', usually a total sty, with clothes and empty bottles and cans scattered all over the place. The only area of his room that is kept clean is the area of his desk where his computer is, kept in almost impeccable condition so that he can work and play at it much easier. Jackson usually needs a little push from his roommates in remembering more important things, like when the rent is due, and when there might be an inspection, as he usually has no initiative in the more administrative aspects of living.
Generally, Jackson tries to make as little trouble for his roommates as he can, and with a little pushing and prodding, he will happily clean up any mess he's made, however he does have a habit of staying up to ungodly hours of the night playing video games and commentating on e-sports games, which is a habit he's taken up as somewhat of a second job. He doesn't really care about people coming in and out of his room, provided they knock first, after a few awkward incidents with an old roommate. He's very relaxed when it comes to his own room, and never really thinks anyone could make it worse than he already has.
Public records / Bio:
Born in Sydney, Australia, Jackson spent much of his young life as somewhat of a miscreant, his father a police officer, and so an authority figure he always liked to defy. He regularly got himself into trouble at school and with the police, and much of his childhood at school was spent in detention, or the principals office. After 8th grade, his behaviour and grades began to improve significantly, and Jackson eventually was awarded dux of his class in 11th Grade, doing well enough in the final year of his high schooling to go to the illustrious University of Sydney. Having always held a love for music, but too much stage fright to really perform himself, he took a course in audio-engineering and musical theory. Completing the course, he began to contact people he'd met during the course and online, searching for work, eventually managing to secure work at a fairly big venue in Los Angeles.
Moving over to the US, Jackson struggled at first to find somewhere to live, and for the first few weeks in LA he lived in a rental van outside his work, eventually managing to get an apartment with some co-workers. In the two years he's lived in LA, Jackson's had a number of different relationships, the longest lasting roughly five months, and he's begun to involve himself in the scene of professional gaming. Jackson has a Youtube Channel for gameplay and commentary on shooters, and works every now and then as a commentator of esports events.
Jackson 'Infern0' Miller (Born 5 November, 1993) is a StarCraft II commentator from Australia, currently residing in the United States. Jackson first became involved in StarCraft II after entering the WCS California regional qualifier and achieving second place, after this incident he began his Youtube channel under the name 'Infern0' to focus on providing gameplay for StarCraft and Counter-Strike. He regularly commentates for WCS and ESL.
Vices:
• Jackson is a casual smoker, generally he'll only smoke at parties or when he's had a particularly rough day, but he almost always carries a pack of cigarettes on him, usually he'll be fairly antsy if he doesn't have it with him.
• Jackson has what some would consider a mild drinking problem, he regularly has one or two beers with dinner, and spends a reasonable amount of his salary on beer and whisky, though he tries to avoid getting drunk when he does drink.
Skills:
• Bass Guitar. Jackson has been playing the instrument since he was young, though he mostly does it as a hobby, being far too much of an introvert to actually consider performing with it, despite any skill he really has with the instrument.
• Mechanics/Tech. Jackson knows his way away around most aspects of the musical trade, generally able to fix most if not all problems with most instruments and peripherals. He also has this skill in relation to cars, having spent some of his time during University working at a Car Repair company.
• Resourceful. Jackson's charismatic attitude and his ability to make connections has allowed him to meet with some fairly important figures in the scene, and makes him a definite 'in' for any aspiring band looking to make it big, he's good for helping to get people together, particularly managers and venue-owners.
Other:
• Half of Jackson's bedroom is essentially a workshop, usually scattered with parts of amps, guitars and microphones which he works on modifying, fixing and just generally screwing around with.
• Jackson won a 1967 Chevrolet Impala in a random draw a few months after coming to the US, and he treats it especially well. It is his main way of getting around, and he never lets anyone drive it but himself.
• Jackson is also a huge momma's boy, and generally tries to call his mother every night he is able, usually, he'll be fairly upset if he is unable to. |
46,171 | 1,249 | 12 | 819 | 51 | Samantha McGlynn
"Bit under 3 minutes." she heard him reply. Samantha made a face, as though the words had offended her. "Oh my God, what? Really?" she spoke hurriedly in reply, her attention directed away from Levi and towards the obnoxiously yellow painted electric bass guitar that stood on it's stand. With her socks hanging halfway off her feet, she practically leapt across the room on her toes, grabbing the instrument up and sliding the strap over her head and shoulders. Samantha twirled around suddenly, facing Levi as she began to backpedal.
"C'mon, I wanna get a picture before we go on!" she called out to him, spinning back around just as soon as she had faced him. As Samantha scooted towards the backstage in her tights, she knelt down in a quick, fluid motion, swiping her black pleather flats up off the ground. The roar of the crowd and the noise from the tech crew backstage drowned out Levi's reply as Samantha disappeared around the corner and out of the green room.
"...don't want to jinx anything, right?" Samantha heard the roadie's voice sound from around the corner. She nearly slipped as she came into view of the three conversing behind the stage, holding her hands out to keep her balance as she slid across the floor. Her shoes clattered to the floor once she had stopped, and she then stepped into each one as she reached for the phone inside of her dress' front pocket. "Hey, scoot together guys, I'm gonna take a picture!" she pipped up effusively. Samantha took several steps back, allowing everyone to get into view and situated before snapping the picture. | Full name:
Samantha McGlynn
Nickname(s):
Sam, Sammy, or any other variation of her name is fine by her.
Gender:
Female
Date of birth:
March, 20
Sexuality:
Homosexual, Closeted
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Samantha is of South African descent, thinly built, and stands at 5'7" when not wearing her usual high heeled shoes. Her hair is naturally black and wavy, and has only ever been trimmed to allow it to grow out more. Because her hair reaches down to her mid-back and only continues to grow, she sometimes pulls it all back into a high ponytail or a bun, though she generally prefers letting it hang down. Her eyes almost perfectly match the color of her hair as well, as they are such a dark brown that they almost appear black. She is almost never seen without makeup on, either, though she generally keeps it natural and simple unless she's performing or going to a party. Samantha is also incredibly girly, and as such prefers to wear skirts and dresses over pants and t-shirts.
Personality:
Cheerful, bubbly, and outgoing, Samantha enjoys being around people, especially when those people let her ramble for hours on end. Ever since she was a child, she's always enjoyed making new friends, and will often go out of her way to chat up strangers. These talks are almost always platonic, though. She is most certainly not a flirt, and any attempts to flirt with her that aren't incredibly obvious are more than likely to go right over her head. While Samantha is indeed somewhat shallow and even a bit air-headed, she is a very caring person. She may not be great with giving advice, but she's always willing to lend an ear, or a shoulder, if she knows someone's in need of it.
Samantha definitely isn't one to stay in one place for long, and repetitive or "boring" tasks are bound to turn her off or cause her to become agitated. In her spare time, she likes to take trips to nearby cities or towns, spending the day exploring all sorts of shops and restaurants. This is all done spontaneously, so it's not unheard of for Samantha to suddenly disappear without telling anyone (though she thankfully keeps her phone on her at all times, along with her charger). Getting out often does wonders for her mood, but the opposite can be said for being shut indoors for too long. If Samantha isn't given anything to do that she finds entertaining, she can quickly grow restless and impatient, which leads to her becoming snappy and easily annoyed. However, she is by no means easy to anger, and she does try to keep a cool head even on her bad days.
Roommate-ness:
Samantha tries to mind her own business and space, though she does have her limits. That limit being how bad something smells. She commonly keeps a pack of febreze air fresheners in her room, which she will spray around the house if something smells bad enough to her. However, she won't mess with her roomates' rooms, though she may offer them one of her air fresheners to them, or passive aggressively spray febreze around the outside of their room. Her own room is usually kept clean, if not a bit chaotic. She likes decorating the walls and surfaces of her room with all kinds of things, which can make her room look much messier than it really is.
Samantha will more than likely be the first to wake up in any household, and unfortunately isn't very good at being quiet about it. While her habits are nothing excessive, she can easily wake her roommates up from turning the television or radio up too much, singing to herself or talking too loudly, or clattering plates and pans against each other carelessly. At night, however, Samantha is very quick to fall asleep, and it can be difficult to wake her before she's gotten her eight hours in.
Public records / Bio:
Growing up in Maryland under the care of her single mother, Samantha's personal life has always been kept private. What is known to the public is vague at best, and even some of the "facts" are only based off of rumors. She first entered the public eye at the age of 14, when she started a Youtube channel originally dedicated to makeup and skincare tutorials. Although the channel was a moderate success, her habit of randomly disappearing for weeks at a time with no explanation hurt her popularity drastically. It wasn't until she was 18 that she started gaining more of a following.
After a three month long hiatus, Samantha returned to her channel, now living in a crowded apartment with three of her friends from high school. In addition to her beauty tutorials, she also began uploading videos of her playing bass guitar and singing covers of her favorite songs. Her subscriber count shot up dramatically after her returning, gaining almost 6,000 new subscribers within the next year. Spurred on by the encouragement from her subscribers, she began performing in bars and clubs at night for tips, and eventually became a well known name not only on varying parts of the web, but within her hometown as well.
Vices:
Samantha is very secretive about her personal life, political stances, or anything in particular that might cause conflict. She'll talk your ear off about anything else but those things.
She's also always had a bit of a spending problem, along with a hoarding problem. Rather than buying large, extravagant things, though, she typically spends her money on smaller items found at thrift shops or swap meets. These items are usually just decor items, though, and are often never even displayed due to having little to no room for them.
If Samantha is asked to do something she really doesn't care for, she'll put it off until she has to do it. She prefers to have fun first and worry about work later.
Skills:
-Singing and harmonizing (self taught throughout high school and beyond)
-Bass guitar (learned through guitar classes at her high school)
-Cosmetology
-Holding almost any conversation
Other:
-Most of the things she cooks are sub-par at best, and she often overcooks her meals
-She's rather squeamish about... anything, really. Mice, bugs, blood, left out food, etc |
46,172 | 1,249 | 13 | 2,616 | 349 | Levi AstrauckasGreen Room, 'The Amp' premier venue.
"Oh my god, what? Really?" asked Samantha as she screwed up her face and made a beeline for her bass guitar. Levi didn't have much to say - he just sort of let what was to happen, happen. He gave his high E string one last pluck, satisfied with its tone, before briefly laying out a E major chord across the fret-board and running across the 6 strings as a final confirmation.
"C'mon, I wanna get a picture before we go on!" called Samantha as she twirled towards Levi as he looked up from his guitar whilst concurrently putting his black-and-white checkered shoulder strap over his shoulder. Levi couldn't help but simply observe, a little bit stuck in the moment, as Samantha twirled right back on around and went low for her shoes. It was moments like these that you want to last, y'know? The ones that you take photos of and upload to tumblr or instagram or something with a nice filter on it, like the one of that girl excitedly pulling a guy along by his hand. The sort of stuff dreams are made of.
After partly recollecting himself from his daze, Levi shook his head to shake off any excessive last-minute nerves before speaking mostly to himself as he stands, guitar in tow:
"Showtime."
"..jinx anything, right?" Levi intercepted as he moved in pursuit of the eager Samantha, with one hand supporting the center neck of his guitar.
"Hey, scoot together guys, I'm gonna take a picture!" Samantha directed enthusiastically before moving to allow for the selfie. After briefly finger-combing his hair to ensure all's in order, Levi leaned into the side of the photo in a way that would display his guitar, his mandatory peace-sign, and part-comedic part-smiling facial expression. | Full name:
Levi Astrauckas.
Nickname(s):
"Ruckus" and it's variations, such as "Big Ruckus" and "Lev Ruckus". The nickname "Ruckus" was Levi's nickname through high school, being an affectionate bastardization of his last name Astrauckas which came up simply for the sake of having a nickname in his peer group.
Gender:
Male ♂.
Date of birth:
June, 20.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual. Public knowledge.
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Levi stands at 5 feet and 11 inches with an average and somewhat toned build and light, clear complexion. His hair is a very dark drown which is kept mainatined on the back and sides with a swept top and fringe and accented by a stubble - which serves a double to hide his chin, which he's not happy with the shape of. Both his ear lobes are pierced and stretched to a considerable but not extreme extent and he has a collection of tattoos: including a right arm sleeve, a more minimal left-arm sleeve, and a tattoo across the upper back connecting the two; he plans on adding to his collection in the future, if he can source the money.
The staple-mark of his wardrobe is his glasses: He wears a pair of black, borderline hipster-esque prescription glasses, being significantly short-sighted; the glasses 'complete' his face, and he normally seems a little odd without them. As far as clothing goes, he rotates between themed crew-necks, button-up tops which are normally worn with the sleeves rolled up and the top button open, jeans, slim-fitting tan slacks, brown lace-up quarter brogue cap toe shoes, and black converse canvas shoes.
Personality:
The shortest way to describe Levi would be "reasonably chilled" - he's all about staying calm and happy, taking it easy, and living day-by-day, but not using it as an excuse to get up to no good; he'll often get up needlessly early if he needs to be somewhere in the morning so that he can get himself ready at a slow and steady pace without having to rush. He prefers to get up and work hard to get any work out the way so it's off his plate and he can relax again. He's fairly patient and, reflecting his "chill" nature, doesn't pay mind to a lot of things - only a few things really gets to him. Even in stressful situations and the heat of the moment he's slow to stress, but when he finally boils over he becomes very highly strung and takes a long time to calm down again, even to the length of days or even weeks after it's all over. His primary interests include music, skating, tattoos, and socializing.
He's something of a social butterfly and prefers to spend his spare time in the company of others, preferably in pursuit of interests such as music, skating, and picturesque activities such as swimming at a pretty local river or camping at the top of a hill with a view. He's pretty socially versatile and is open to making friends with a broad array of personality types and tropes; even then, the few who annoy him he has the patience to tolerate in smaller doses. Ironically enough, for someone who prefers to spend his time in the company of others, he's not too fond of parties; by all means, he enjoys a party every now and them, but they're normally a bit too fast-paced for his chilled nature, and his sense of reason often conspires against participation in a lot of party festivities.
When intimacy is involved, his personality changes to some extent. He's unfamiliar with intimacy and doesn't really have his bearings about him when it's involved; he becomes a lot more impulsive, highly strung, and caring in moments of intimacy, but otherwise tries to stay as chill as possible.
Roommate-ness:
Much as would be expected based off his personality, Levi is arguably a good roommate; he's easygoing and low-profile, often sleeping in, spending a fair amount of his time off outside with friends or just skating, and just going about his own thing; he enjoys spending time with his roommates indoors on the couch or in the spa, but prefers hanging out outdoors - unless it's jamming, in which case he's happy to sit in the garage studio all day. In his pursuit of aesthetics he's a bit of a neat freak, and whilst he has a habit of cleaning up after himself he also has a habit of cleaning up after everybody else, whether they like it or not; a sewing project might end up moving from a lounge chair to the coffee table, or a pair of shoes taken off on the dining room might end up moving to just by the front door. He also has a habit of doing th dishes or laundry on impulse if it's untidy enough, which can be both a blessing and a curse.
Levi considers his own room to be something of a personal retreat for moments of stress, spending time alone or in privacy however rare it may be, and otherwise doing his own thing and as such, his room is often given the care of a shrine and is kept in nigh-immaculate condition. If the door is closed the unwritten message is 'don't come in', whether he's in there or not; coming in when the door is closed without knocking or otherwise calling forward in advance is a fast way to annoy him, whether he hides it or not. It also drives him up the wall when people mess up his room. If someone where to both intrude and mess up his room, even the easy-going Levi would get upset.
Public records / Bio:
Levi always has been fairly active on social media but was chilled as he is in all things, so there's a fair amount of information hidden away. It wouldn't be hard to find out that he was born on the US West Coast near Bainbridge Island, Washington State. He attended local public education through to earlier on in middle school, where he moved to the location of setting and finished his education. There'd be a lot of photos with him and his guitar set from late elementary school through to present day as he continued to develop his passion.
Towards the end of his time in middle school, he put together his first band that ran through until half way through high school, with some gigs here and there around the local community. The band eventually fell apart when a few of the moments got swamped in their school work and efforts to replace them were unsuccessful. Until the formation of a new band he's made himself available as a session musician, for which he has a personal website and YouTube channel showcasing some of his works for potential clients. It's public information on his website that he plays guitar as music is his passion, and for that same reason he pursues membership in another band. His website also shows that he's familiar with a wide array of styles and genres and is fairly versatile in that regard. Levi has pursued no further education at this point and is currently working part time at a grocery store and as a session musician.
Vices:
• Levi dabbled into smoking whilst he was in high school, although he's seem to have kicked the habit within the past 3 months.
• Whilst Levi is slow to stress, when he does finally boil over he gets quite badly stressed, and takes a long time to come back down - days to weeks, even.
Skills:
• Guitar. Levi has played guitar since elementary school and stuck to it, only briefly dabbling in piano in early middle school to drop it to focus entirely on guitar; as such, he's a quite talented guitarist.
• Music Theory. Levi has spent most of his life reading tabs, but is capable of understanding traditional sheet music and music theory elements given a bit of paper to work it out on.
• Driving. Levi is a good driver, and often drives a van around to carry all of his gear.
• Supportive. Levi's passive and relaxed nature naturally help him support others in positions of trouble, and on top of that he has a bit of a knack for it.
Other:
• Levi owns an American Vintage '58 Telecaster, a Joe Satriani Ibanez JS2400, and an Epiphone EJ-200CE. The first two are electric with a primary white secondary black finish and the latter is a primary black accented white electric-acoustic which was also his first guitar he bought for himself. He also owns a nondescript 20W Vox amplifier and an array of pedals, although he normally uses the venues amps at gigs.
• Levi also owns a white second-hand 1997 Mitsubishi Express, which he uses to cart around his gear. He often carries some gear for other he's hired to work for as a session musician. |
46,173 | 1,249 | 14 | 2,261 | 5,179 | Finally content on how the electronic work was going Anita spun on her heel to face to face the green room. As she spun Mackenzie came flying out of the Green Room missing Anita by centimetres but Mackenzie didn't seem to notice. Anita gave a sigh, pushing a wavy, honey blonde lock of hair that had come loose for her ponytail assuming Mackenzie was in her 'charging time' mode. The first gig Miami Over Moon had with Anita. As their manager was quite a small gig but Mackenzie had still taken to her usual charging time routine pouncing on an unsuspecting Anita giving her a bit of a fright.
She quickly looked down at her watch- 2 minutes to show time. She then turned her head to see the band together, Samantha, predictively, snapping a selfie of the group alongside the ever-so-confident roadie, Jackson Miller. Taking a deep breath Anita approached the group.
"Alright," she starts, looking down at her watch yet again, "An almost packed theatre and 90 seconds to show time, get out there and them what you got," Anita then points in the direction of the curtain-drawn stage with a smile watching them walk over to the stage.
As the group started leaving Anita turned over to the roadie deciding she should say something.
"Jackson" she greets him simply with a small nod of her head | Full name:
Anita Carla Jones
Gender:
Female
Date of birth:
23rd April, 1990 (making her 25)
Sexuality:
Heterosexual, known information
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Anita stands at 173cm (approx. 5'8") and possesses quite a slim build. She generally prefers to keep a professional look to fit her job description therefore is not one to dye her hair random bright colours or get tattoos except on the inside of her left wrist where she has a small tattoo reading "Music Saved My Life" (bit of an explanation in bio). She has both of her earlobes and the middle of her right nostril pierced. She only wears a small stud in her nostril piercing. She's never been a heavy make-up wearer and has naturally tanned skin. Her attire is often kept professional, however, at the end of the day she prefers casual clothing
Personality:
Sensible and caring, Anita is generally confident in herself until it comes to performing. That's the main reason why she took the management route in the music industry. She can confidently stand up and give a speech in front of hundreds but she develops stage-fright if she's to perform in front of a group of only 20. She comfortable in her own skin and won't change who she is for anyone no matter what. She would never ask anyone to do so either except in the name of improvement.
She's a very headstrong woman and can become quite stubborn when it comes to a topic that she is very passionate about. When she has a goal she will stop at nothing to achieve it whether it'd be to take a band to fame or to have the entire house clean as a whistle. When she believes in something it's hard for her to look the other way. She almost always has a backup witty or sarcastic comment up her sleeve. She makes it very clear if you get on her nerves, which some do, and finds it hard to ignore people trying to annoy her and wind her up. For all those she cares about she cares for deeply but quite often shows tough love towards those people. She is very organised and likes to keep things that way. She is quite on top of everything and is ready to make counter-claims to rumours about her clients.
Roommate-ness:
As long as it's not her stuff and it's not in her room she can live with mess, however, if something it must be put away properly and orderly. Forks and knives must go away in their spot, DVD's must be put away in alphabetically order and so on. If it's not on the floor it's in its place and Anita will keep on top of this. As orderly as she is her room is usually a shocker, paper, files and other bits and bobs to be rearranged can be found scattered on the floor. You know how her wardrobe had item placed randomly? Well now they're all on that chair in her room waiting to be reordered by what items they are and colour. That stack of CDs that went missing? They're in a pile over there waiting to be put away in alphabetical order by artist in chronological order of the CD's release.
As far as household duties go she'll usually be the one cleaning out the pantry and the fridge or folding the washing and putting it away, however, she'll settle for almost anything except cleaning other people's things from the floor or wishing the dishes.
Public records / Bio:
When she was 12 Anita developed cancer. During her time in hospital music seemed to be the only thing that gave her hope (hence the tattoo). By the time she was 14 the last of the cancer was removed through chemotherapy and a few surgeries and she became officially cancer-free as her family hadn't spread too widely before it was detected it early she it couldn't spread too far. No signs of cancer has returned since. As music gave her so much hope during all the medication and surgery Anita had wanted to give back to the music industry but, as much as she enjoyed playing keyboard and singing, she could never perform in front of people due to stage-fright,that's when she decided she wanted to become a manager to a band and help them in their career in music in hopes of it touching someone as it did her.
When she completed school she continued on to do 4 years of studying to achieve a Bachelor of music management coming in the top 5 in her class. She brags about assisting managers of multiple bands in their rise to fame during her internships while she studied and says to have managed a small group of big-time and up-and-coming artists for sorter periods of time with one of Platinum Record's rival companies Rebel Records in her 3 years of being a qualified music manager.
She discovered the main band through a friend of the group. She had met one of the member's before on a couple of occasions and they did mention that they were in a band but she didn't pay much notice until she was taken to one of their local gigs, she quickly came to believe that the band could achieve great things and worked at getting her record company to sign them. A few days later she was no longer working at the company, insisting she left as she they were being to harsh and quickly applied for a job at Platinum Records. After 9 weeks and 4 interviews she finally got a job there and worked on signing the band to Platinum Records.
Vices:
- Coffee, she practically cannot live without the stuff
- She can be quite bias and stubborn at times.
- She'll stop at nothing to achieve her goal, even if it involves lying
Skills:
- Singing and playing piano/keyboard (however her stage-fright keeps her from performing)
- Speeches
- Organisation and keeping everyone in line
- Persuading others |
46,174 | 1,249 | 15 | 1,887 | 1,130 | Jackson Miller
'Boy-Wonder of the Roadie World'
Turning his head to the left, Jackson set eyes on Samantha and Levi, two other members of the band who he'd briefly met earlier before they went to chill in the Green room. Levi had seemed a decent bloke to him, the kind of guy you'd like to get a beer with, he was chilled out and generally seemed to have a laid back attitude about him. Samantha seemed quite the opposite, bubbly, always happy and keeping the mood high, also the kind of person you'd generally like to hang out with. "Hey, scoot together guys, I'm gonna take a picture!" Chuckling in an amused fashion, Jackson shifted so he was near the middle of the picture, making a comical face indicative of 'who the hell are these guys' as he'd point his thumbs toward the others in the photo, the jokey intention of the gesture more than obvious in the ensuing photograph.
Chuckling as the photo was taken, Jackson let his usual grin return to his face and slid his hands into his pockets idly, looking over the group, they all seemed in a good mood, of which he was pleased, the fact that their nerves weren't getting to them usual was a sign that things were going smoothly. "Alright," Jackson hadn't noticed Anita approaching, staying quiet as he looked over to her and watched her usher the band on-stage, as they moved out, he took a deep breath, listening to the cheers of the crowd out there as they moved onto the stage, ready to begin their show.
"Jackson." It was Anita again, looking over to her, he gave a sincere, but awkward smile, returning the nod. "Anita." It was simple, and appropriately awkward as he stood there for a few moments, internally debating on whether or not to continue the conversation. Eventually, he decided to do so, despite a small part of himself assuring him that it was a bad idea. "It's uh, been a while. How've you been?" He asked simply, sucking on his lip slightly as a nervous tick. | Full name:
Jackson William Miller
Nickname(s):
Friends have a habit of calling him 'Jax', a name he usually begrudgingly responds to. Those close to him, including his significant others, usually give him a more affectionate 'Jackie' - Unless you're pretty close with him, calling Jackson this is a pretty sure-fire way to upset him.
Gender:
Male ♂.
Date of birth:
November, 22.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual. Public knowledge.
Appearance / Notable physical features:
Jackson is a little over 6 feet and 2 inches, with a fairly average build. He exercises regularly enough to have somewhat of a muscular build, but he's certainly no body builder, if anything, he'd only be a little above average in terms of muscle mass. His skin is partially tanned, hinting to his European heritage. He keeps a thin beard, neatly trimmed and groomed to be just a little more than stubble, apart from his hair, it exists as the major focus of his style choices. His hair is generally kept short, but long enough to be styled every which-way. His jawline is reasonably sharp, and apart from a few, very small and light moles on his face, he has no real marks on his face.
The entirety of Jackson's arms up to the wrists are covered in long sleeve tattoos, which connect to a large tattoo on his back, running down to the middle of his spine. The tattoos themselves have little connection or meaning, ranging from images of Dragons and Skeletons to notable video game characters. Jackson's wardrobe varies significantly depending on whether he's working or relaxing. At work, he generally wears a pair of cargo pants, generally tucked over his large black combat boots, and somewhat of a tight black t-shirt, along with two hoodies when it's cold, one from the University of Sydney, Australia, and another he wears more frequently styled from the game Starcraft. Otherwise, he usually sticks to collared shirts and jeans.
Personality:
To sum up Jackson's general personality, one would probably use the term 'Joker' - he's sarcastic, witty and generally finds a way to laugh off any situation. Unfortunately, his timing isn't the best as a result, and he has some difficulty taking total responsibility in a serious situation, when it's easier for him to make some joke or laugh about it. He always means well though, and generally attempts to use his sense of humour to make others happy or to cheer them up if they've been having a bad day. Overall he's a very friendly, helpful guy, he's often happy to lend a hand in whatever way he can and has somewhat of a habit of handing out far more favours than he calls for, always without any form of complaint. Generally, Jackson is a fairly charismatic individual, and is pretty easy to get on with, Jackson's enemies are essentially nonexistent, and usually becomes friends with anyone he spends enough time around, usually able to see the good sides of anyone.
Considering his capability to get along with others, Jackson is almost impossible to anger. He maintains that he has not been properly angry since 2007, although there are a few specific things one can do to piss him off. When he's upset, generally Jackson will avoid making an issue out of it as long as he can avoid it, generally preferring to stay quiet and wait things out as opposed to risking the issue being made worse. He is no coward however, and can and will take the initiative to deal with an issue head-on, if there is no other alternative. Despite being fairly charismatic, Jackson's somewhat of an introvert, and prefers to avoid being at the center of attention in a party, he never holds parties or get-togethers of his own, but will usually go along to them without incident, as long as he can stick around his closer friends.
When it comes to relationships, Jackson usually is of a one-track mind. Usually, Jackson avoids intimacy to a significant degree, due to a fear of commitment. Many of Jackson's past relationships have lasted a few months, a couple of sexual encounters, and then a fairly dull breakup, apart from a few more dramatic instances.
Roommate-ness:
Jackson is not the best roommate, to put it bluntly. He is committed enough to keeping communal spaces, like the living room and kitchen, fairly clean, though he doesn't really have much of a problem with leaving out last night's Chinese takeout until it starts to stink. When it comes to his own room, it's a much different story with Jackson, his mother continues to describe his bedroom as a 'hive of scum and villainy', usually a total sty, with clothes and empty bottles and cans scattered all over the place. The only area of his room that is kept clean is the area of his desk where his computer is, kept in almost impeccable condition so that he can work and play at it much easier. Jackson usually needs a little push from his roommates in remembering more important things, like when the rent is due, and when there might be an inspection, as he usually has no initiative in the more administrative aspects of living.
Generally, Jackson tries to make as little trouble for his roommates as he can, and with a little pushing and prodding, he will happily clean up any mess he's made, however he does have a habit of staying up to ungodly hours of the night playing video games and commentating on e-sports games, which is a habit he's taken up as somewhat of a second job. He doesn't really care about people coming in and out of his room, provided they knock first, after a few awkward incidents with an old roommate. He's very relaxed when it comes to his own room, and never really thinks anyone could make it worse than he already has.
Public records / Bio:
Born in Sydney, Australia, Jackson spent much of his young life as somewhat of a miscreant, his father a police officer, and so an authority figure he always liked to defy. He regularly got himself into trouble at school and with the police, and much of his childhood at school was spent in detention, or the principals office. After 8th grade, his behaviour and grades began to improve significantly, and Jackson eventually was awarded dux of his class in 11th Grade, doing well enough in the final year of his high schooling to go to the illustrious University of Sydney. Having always held a love for music, but too much stage fright to really perform himself, he took a course in audio-engineering and musical theory. Completing the course, he began to contact people he'd met during the course and online, searching for work, eventually managing to secure work at a fairly big venue in Los Angeles.
Moving over to the US, Jackson struggled at first to find somewhere to live, and for the first few weeks in LA he lived in a rental van outside his work, eventually managing to get an apartment with some co-workers. In the two years he's lived in LA, Jackson's had a number of different relationships, the longest lasting roughly five months, and he's begun to involve himself in the scene of professional gaming. Jackson has a Youtube Channel for gameplay and commentary on shooters, and works every now and then as a commentator of esports events.
Jackson 'Infern0' Miller (Born 5 November, 1993) is a StarCraft II commentator from Australia, currently residing in the United States. Jackson first became involved in StarCraft II after entering the WCS California regional qualifier and achieving second place, after this incident he began his Youtube channel under the name 'Infern0' to focus on providing gameplay for StarCraft and Counter-Strike. He regularly commentates for WCS and ESL.
Vices:
• Jackson is a casual smoker, generally he'll only smoke at parties or when he's had a particularly rough day, but he almost always carries a pack of cigarettes on him, usually he'll be fairly antsy if he doesn't have it with him.
• Jackson has what some would consider a mild drinking problem, he regularly has one or two beers with dinner, and spends a reasonable amount of his salary on beer and whisky, though he tries to avoid getting drunk when he does drink.
Skills:
• Bass Guitar. Jackson has been playing the instrument since he was young, though he mostly does it as a hobby, being far too much of an introvert to actually consider performing with it, despite any skill he really has with the instrument.
• Mechanics/Tech. Jackson knows his way away around most aspects of the musical trade, generally able to fix most if not all problems with most instruments and peripherals. He also has this skill in relation to cars, having spent some of his time during University working at a Car Repair company.
• Resourceful. Jackson's charismatic attitude and his ability to make connections has allowed him to meet with some fairly important figures in the scene, and makes him a definite 'in' for any aspiring band looking to make it big, he's good for helping to get people together, particularly managers and venue-owners.
Other:
• Half of Jackson's bedroom is essentially a workshop, usually scattered with parts of amps, guitars and microphones which he works on modifying, fixing and just generally screwing around with.
• Jackson won a 1967 Chevrolet Impala in a random draw a few months after coming to the US, and he treats it especially well. It is his main way of getting around, and he never lets anyone drive it but himself.
• Jackson is also a huge momma's boy, and generally tries to call his mother every night he is able, usually, he'll be fairly upset if he is unable to. |
46,175 | 1,250 | 0 | 2,595 | 7,070 | How long had it been since the bus ride to the city on their way to Kyushu after getting off that plane? Days? Who knew exactly. They would've taken a train if the thing hadn't broken down but the bus was the next best thing. The Kiryuins at least were nice enough to handle that much. The road was bumpy and the entire world moved past them as the drove along the cliff side towards the town. The whole area was rocky in general but the skies at least were bright blue. Clouds filled the air and the world seemed at ease. There was a smell of sea water from the nearby ocean and at the end of the day everything seemed to just reek of happiness and life. But it was the underlining subtext that all of this was in one way or another connected to the Kiryuins that haunted the bus atmosphere. At the very least they weren't on their way to Honoji Academy for all it's prestige and worth at the end of the day...it was controlled by a monstrous despot who ran under the guise of student council president. Kyushu...it wasn't much different but at least the atmosphere had cleared up since Satsuki moved on from this place. The bus driver was an elderly man by the name of Simon Takeda and was a fairly friendly sort but he didn't say much as he didn't understand much about the kids in the back other than that he was taking them to their new home.
The bus itself was grey with blue colors on the side and inside of it was a rather small amount of seats. The bus itself was fairly roomy for what it was but most of it's room was being taken up by the cargo being brought along with the group. Ever since the group had gotten onto the island a feeling of foreboding was there in some of them. What they were about to do...some people were lucky to get out alive from such an experience. One wrong move...one wrong motion and their world came crashing down around their feet. Kenta Sanshiro was the man having them do this and though he claimed he could help them if they got caught it was still a long way from the safety of Berlin. And god help them if they run into a three star while in their duty. Sanshiro's last words before leaving were simple ones: "Don't forget to watch each other's backs."
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Sitting in his seat rolling and unrolling some tape around his hand Aaron couldn't help but feel disgusted in wearing this uniform. It was if he was being judged for simply being new. Of course the school year hadn't started just yet so he supposed it couldn't be helped. Well it had started but in reality class wasn't in session until a announcement made by their teachers. At the very least he had time to clear his head and just well...hope for the best. This would be an unnerving experience for the young Disney but he was certain he could overcome it. "Just one more mountain to over come...just one more rock to climb over. Go hard or go home." he grumbled to himself as he sat down in his seat and looked over the people inside. He hoped his classmates were good and ready for this. "God help us if we're not." he muttered to himself quietly making sure no one heard. He wanted to say something to lighten up the mood inside but he still felt rather...unsettled himself. Odd seeing as he punched people in the face for a good amount of time back home. "So...are you guys doing ok?" he asked hesitantly. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,176 | 1,250 | 1 | 2,595 | 7,070 | The ride was bumpy and the bus was extremely quiet. Kageta was looking at the window, fairly bored out of his mind, he would be thinking of a plan to try to overthrow Kyushu, but really, apathy had taken him temporarily as the dullness seeped into his sleepy-
"So... are you guys doing okay?" Aaron finally broke the silence.
"Oh holy crap, man, no, we're not, or at least I'm not, that has been the most boring minutes I've ever experienced, or were those hours? I mean damn. Thanks for breaking that silence." He coughed, then smiled. That sentence came out too fast for anyone to say without difficulty.
He knew the people here and was casual friends with most of them. He bet Eika would be the one to save him from the dullness, but it seems he was wrong. He looked over to her, she was uncharacteristically silent, though he was sure that was very temporary. He looked over to Charlotte who was also silent.
He turned back to Aaron. "I guess we're all nervous, huh?" He directed his attention at everyone, his smile grew wider. "Its us, that are nervous... so I guess you'd say we're nerve-US?! EEHH?!" Oh god. That pun was so horrible he might've ended up getting everyone depressed. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,177 | 1,250 | 2 | 2,148 | 1,333 | ...This bus was full of a lot of gear. She wondered what would happen if she tried to go skating next to the bus while it was going...? Could she possibly keep up? Maybe, maybe...If she took the time to tie herself to it with those chords on her legs, she could probably zoom down the street too-
OH WAIT HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE WERE TALKING.
A clearing of the throat and Eika turned her gaze over to Aaron as he asked for everyone's conditions and laughed a bit at such a silly inquiry -- and a sillier reaction from Kageta that spurred on the boxer. Hmm, seemed everyone was bored today. What could she do to try and make everyone a little less bored- ooh, she knew what! A clap of the hands, and Eika sat up on her knees from her seat to grab the attention of her fellow students.
"Guys, guys! Why don't we play a game? It'll pass the time by quicker and I promise it won't involve trying yourself to the bus and trying to outrun it, okay? You can trust me! I'm a professional at these things! Who's up for giving it a shot?"
Unwrapping one of those chords from her legs and sliding it off with a bit of a shimmy, the reinforced material was stretched out and she showed it to them with a grin on her lips as she readied herself for a little bit of wonder. Perhaps they just needed to see something a little unorthodox in order to get them feeling better? She had just he idea!
"See this chord here? What about I show you some tricks with it and you have to figure out how I did it, okay? I won't make it easy on you either!" | Name: Eika Munashii
Age: 18
Gender: F
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No-Star. :(
Strengths:
Eika's imagination extends beyond normal grasps of a basic situation. Instead of taking the time to worry about whatever else is in the front view, Eika's concept of watching things is to put it all into boxes and point out the things that people aren't noticing.
The strength and speed that Eika has is beyond a normal human being's, naturally. She's quite strong, can take down a car even! Or so she says. Only time and exposure to such a situation will tell if she can actually do such a thing.
She's not without a pair of skates to get to and from places. Walking doesn't do it, running means you'll tire out, but skating works just fine when you need it!
She's the former leader of the Gymnastics club! She's got the flips and the tricks down-pact, if you're looking for a tutor.
Weaknesses:
Holy shi- this is here twice?! But why?! Well, having a huge imagination like Eika's can cause problems in simple solutions. She's perfectly fine to solve a harsh, near-impossible situation, but simple rush-down situations aren't so good on her mind. She can't...function well, with "simplistic" things.
Simple as it reads. Eika is extremely susceptible to anything that could cause her to get ill. She's not the best at keeping her health up and...well, yeah. Keep the spooky scary sicknesses away from her.
Eika is an idiot when it comes to her own mortality. She will run right into the danger, headfirst, and probably get fucked up by some One Stars or the like because she doesn't understand the life-saving concept of BACKING DOWN. Someone would have to drag her kicking and screaming to get her to leave.
This one was listed twice too?! Well, hell! As one would think, having skates on all the time can prove for downsides to things. ...Like...Slippery halls. Or trying to be stealthy. Or...Standing still for long periods of time. Yeah. That stuff.
Favorite Activity: Death-defying gymnastics club!
Personality: Are you in need of a girl that can brighten up the mood through any uncanny means? Are you looking for a girl willing to jump over a pool of sharks to get a meatbun because you said you wanted to see it? Look no further! Eika Munashii is here and ready to party for the rush! She's the girl that throws her teammates over her shoulder and keeps on trucking, she's the tank in your MMO that builds damage for the shits and the giggles, and she's the girl that...generally does nothing normal. Eika is the girl that you find drinking a water bottle by biting off the bottom and drinking through the small holes her teeth made. This could be something of an intimidating factor if considered by a stranger, but don't worry! She doesn't bite...that's a fucking lie.
Now, combat-wise? We've got your typical assault-type. She throws her face into the fight, she starts beating shit with her hammer until it's done and said. She won't stop until the fight's done, or unless something really convinces her that she needs to take off beforehand. And god forbid if she has to run -- the girl is always up for something fun, and she might just throw a fit from it all. Regardless, she's got a heart. You won't find her murdering puppies or kicking kids. She can sometimes get out of her fight-or-fight mentality to do what she needs to...But that adrenaline rush is hard to deny, you know?
Outside of the crazy and the combat, she has some cute normal motions. Sleepy Eika? She'll snuggle up on your lap without your permission and fall asleep -- maybe even make a few sniffles or nuzzles at your stomach while she's napping. Hungry Eika? She'll mount your back or waist and demand that food be given to her and whoever else is hungry. She's a crazy girl with a heart of gold -- and doesn't everyone love having the carefree lunatic by their side now and then?
Bio: She never was really a "normal" girl. By the age of three, she was trying to ride on the family dog after watching a rodeo broadcast. By the age of five, she was in gymnastics and excelling at it to the fullest degree. Eika spent her childhood getting lectured by a doctor every day for doing something crazy. As a result, parents didn't really want their kids near her thanks to the fact that she...well, people trying to do what she did tended to get hurt. Badly. This resulted in her being without friends for a good time -- and her reventual idea of forging a club of people as "talented" as she was at doing things that most people would consider "death-defying". Thus came the creation of the aptly named "Death-Defying Gynmastics Club".
But how did she end up in Berlin Academy to start that club, anyways?
A scholarship! Her family wasn't anything rich, and paying for any kind of school would be the death of them! A public display of her flexibility that cane in the form of a "dodgeball but with knives" show displayed a plethora of traits in her: courage or stupidity that ranged far beyond the capacity of an average human being, dedication to the show and to ensure that all in the crowd and participating were safe -- general consideration. Most, if not all, were good traits of an aspiring student, and thus, Berlin Academy became her home for the years to come as she relaxed. And that was where the point came of the Death-Defying Gymnastics Club's birth. Did she have problems nestling into the mannerisms and ways that the Berlin Academy worked? Not at all, actually, she was too busy making up a new creative "show" in her head to worry about that -- people just were unfortunate to gravitate to her thanks to her "starry-eyed" way of looking at the club activities.
But how was it that she came to be chosen for the mission to bring down the Kiryuin family? Eika didn't need some fancy damn explanation, like anyone else. There wasn't any family grudge that she was doing it for, or to save people, or to stop the slow domination of the Kiryuin empire over everything else. The mission was spoken to her, and she only needed to ask one question before anything else in order to decide whether her acceptance was even a potential or not.
"Can I make it all into a show?"
Confusing as the question was, the answer was responded with a simple "Yes" to satisfy the girl's uncanny choice of priorities.
And she joined just like that. All for the sake of making a grand show out of it all.
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Weapons: The Banhammer - A giant fucking hammer a little more than twice her size. Some people wonder how she wields it! She states it's a manufacturer's secret. It's made out of life fibers.
Items: A plush doll shaped in the form of a rabbit | A keychain at her size shaped like a violet and black X | Several heavy-duty chords tied around her legs for utility usage.
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Other: {DON'T LOSE YOUR WAY}
As the Gymnastics club leader, she's got an understanding on how to reset broken bones. Mainly because she's broken a lot of them. |
46,178 | 1,250 | 3 | 2,595 | 7,070 | It's only going to be a couple more minutes, but hey I'm fine with doing a quick game even if it is a bizarre idea from the local crazy girl. I'll give it a go and play your game. If only to make sure you don't get out that giant freaking hammer of yours and hit Kageta again with it. commented Disney as he looked over at Eika. She was a pretty girl but that just enforced the stereotype that all pretty women were out of their god forsaken minds. No one just walked around with a giant hammer all day. Then again he spent his time learning how to punch people so who was he too talk really? "And don't worry about taking it easy on me I'm one smooth brother. I like a good challenge so bring it!" Aaron said grinning slightly. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,179 | 1,250 | 4 | 490 | 461 | The smile from Kageta's face didn't fade at all, he knew that was just Aaron's personality, and hey, Eika was finally talking. "Hell, I'm down! If anything to avoid the boredom." He didn't care if she was peculiar at the least, this was usually the source of endless, endless merrymaking. He turned to Charlotte who had yet to interact with them. "'Yay-gurl', come over here and have fun with us." He called her invitingly. He also noticed Aaron's grin and thought of the implications of such. Kageta's eyebrow raised and his smile grew sly. "Ohohooo, Disney, bro, if you get that smile any wider you'll tear your ears off." He said as he used his glances to point to Eika. | Name: Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger’s attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger’s fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father’s countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be ‘in her care’.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous ‘bunnies’ and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family’s influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family’s financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood. |
46,180 | 1,250 | 5 | 2,595 | 7,070 | Don't worry about it Charlotte things could always be worse. There's always a calm before the storm just imagine the eye and make yourself stay there as long as possible. When I get into a fight I always try to find my inner center. Sounds stupid yeah but it works for me. Finding a place where you can keep calm is important to the process of adjusting to something new. I hope that little bit of advice helps but if not well...do what you want. We can't just force you not to be nervous since all of us are nervous too. At least I am. Disney said as he reached across the isle to pat her on the shoulder if she doesn't let him he just sits and shrugs and looks back at Aika. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,181 | 1,250 | 6 | 2,148 | 1,333 | Oi. Robin Hood! That's not nice.
A small pout came to the acrobat before she huffed and let a small smile hit her lips from the way they all spoke of being nervous. Honestly...She didn't know why there were so twisted up in a knot. To her, it was just a field trip to make a new show out of everything. Just one that was supposed to be a secret until the grand finale came along and she could take part in making a huge commotion with her own skills! Regardless, she took Disney's challenge on and sat up in order to show them her hands. The chord was wrapped around her right arm, four secure crosses around the arm to show how tight they were before she looped it around her middle finger once. Holding it up to them all, Eika held up one finger and grinned as she watched to see if any of them could catch on.
"Now. This is secure on my arm. No tricks, you can tug at if it you want to be sure. Now..."
A flick of her right middle finger, and a flick of her left middle finger, and somehow popped right off of her arm and onto her left arm without a logical reason as to how. Holding her left arm up, the same pattern of crosses and the same loop around her middle finger remained intact as she held it up and showed it to the three nervous kiddos. With a confident smile, Eika leaned in for them to see and pointed down at it before showing through her sleeves and jacket that there was nothing there for her to possible trick it with.
"Tadaaa!~ How do you think that I got it to my other arm? I didn't use any chord other than the one I just showed you. Think you can figure it out?" | Name: Eika Munashii
Age: 18
Gender: F
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No-Star. :(
Strengths:
Eika's imagination extends beyond normal grasps of a basic situation. Instead of taking the time to worry about whatever else is in the front view, Eika's concept of watching things is to put it all into boxes and point out the things that people aren't noticing.
The strength and speed that Eika has is beyond a normal human being's, naturally. She's quite strong, can take down a car even! Or so she says. Only time and exposure to such a situation will tell if she can actually do such a thing.
She's not without a pair of skates to get to and from places. Walking doesn't do it, running means you'll tire out, but skating works just fine when you need it!
She's the former leader of the Gymnastics club! She's got the flips and the tricks down-pact, if you're looking for a tutor.
Weaknesses:
Holy shi- this is here twice?! But why?! Well, having a huge imagination like Eika's can cause problems in simple solutions. She's perfectly fine to solve a harsh, near-impossible situation, but simple rush-down situations aren't so good on her mind. She can't...function well, with "simplistic" things.
Simple as it reads. Eika is extremely susceptible to anything that could cause her to get ill. She's not the best at keeping her health up and...well, yeah. Keep the spooky scary sicknesses away from her.
Eika is an idiot when it comes to her own mortality. She will run right into the danger, headfirst, and probably get fucked up by some One Stars or the like because she doesn't understand the life-saving concept of BACKING DOWN. Someone would have to drag her kicking and screaming to get her to leave.
This one was listed twice too?! Well, hell! As one would think, having skates on all the time can prove for downsides to things. ...Like...Slippery halls. Or trying to be stealthy. Or...Standing still for long periods of time. Yeah. That stuff.
Favorite Activity: Death-defying gymnastics club!
Personality: Are you in need of a girl that can brighten up the mood through any uncanny means? Are you looking for a girl willing to jump over a pool of sharks to get a meatbun because you said you wanted to see it? Look no further! Eika Munashii is here and ready to party for the rush! She's the girl that throws her teammates over her shoulder and keeps on trucking, she's the tank in your MMO that builds damage for the shits and the giggles, and she's the girl that...generally does nothing normal. Eika is the girl that you find drinking a water bottle by biting off the bottom and drinking through the small holes her teeth made. This could be something of an intimidating factor if considered by a stranger, but don't worry! She doesn't bite...that's a fucking lie.
Now, combat-wise? We've got your typical assault-type. She throws her face into the fight, she starts beating shit with her hammer until it's done and said. She won't stop until the fight's done, or unless something really convinces her that she needs to take off beforehand. And god forbid if she has to run -- the girl is always up for something fun, and she might just throw a fit from it all. Regardless, she's got a heart. You won't find her murdering puppies or kicking kids. She can sometimes get out of her fight-or-fight mentality to do what she needs to...But that adrenaline rush is hard to deny, you know?
Outside of the crazy and the combat, she has some cute normal motions. Sleepy Eika? She'll snuggle up on your lap without your permission and fall asleep -- maybe even make a few sniffles or nuzzles at your stomach while she's napping. Hungry Eika? She'll mount your back or waist and demand that food be given to her and whoever else is hungry. She's a crazy girl with a heart of gold -- and doesn't everyone love having the carefree lunatic by their side now and then?
Bio: She never was really a "normal" girl. By the age of three, she was trying to ride on the family dog after watching a rodeo broadcast. By the age of five, she was in gymnastics and excelling at it to the fullest degree. Eika spent her childhood getting lectured by a doctor every day for doing something crazy. As a result, parents didn't really want their kids near her thanks to the fact that she...well, people trying to do what she did tended to get hurt. Badly. This resulted in her being without friends for a good time -- and her reventual idea of forging a club of people as "talented" as she was at doing things that most people would consider "death-defying". Thus came the creation of the aptly named "Death-Defying Gynmastics Club".
But how did she end up in Berlin Academy to start that club, anyways?
A scholarship! Her family wasn't anything rich, and paying for any kind of school would be the death of them! A public display of her flexibility that cane in the form of a "dodgeball but with knives" show displayed a plethora of traits in her: courage or stupidity that ranged far beyond the capacity of an average human being, dedication to the show and to ensure that all in the crowd and participating were safe -- general consideration. Most, if not all, were good traits of an aspiring student, and thus, Berlin Academy became her home for the years to come as she relaxed. And that was where the point came of the Death-Defying Gymnastics Club's birth. Did she have problems nestling into the mannerisms and ways that the Berlin Academy worked? Not at all, actually, she was too busy making up a new creative "show" in her head to worry about that -- people just were unfortunate to gravitate to her thanks to her "starry-eyed" way of looking at the club activities.
But how was it that she came to be chosen for the mission to bring down the Kiryuin family? Eika didn't need some fancy damn explanation, like anyone else. There wasn't any family grudge that she was doing it for, or to save people, or to stop the slow domination of the Kiryuin empire over everything else. The mission was spoken to her, and she only needed to ask one question before anything else in order to decide whether her acceptance was even a potential or not.
"Can I make it all into a show?"
Confusing as the question was, the answer was responded with a simple "Yes" to satisfy the girl's uncanny choice of priorities.
And she joined just like that. All for the sake of making a grand show out of it all.
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Weapons: The Banhammer - A giant fucking hammer a little more than twice her size. Some people wonder how she wields it! She states it's a manufacturer's secret. It's made out of life fibers.
Items: A plush doll shaped in the form of a rabbit | A keychain at her size shaped like a violet and black X | Several heavy-duty chords tied around her legs for utility usage.
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Other: {DON'T LOSE YOUR WAY}
As the Gymnastics club leader, she's got an understanding on how to reset broken bones. Mainly because she's broken a lot of them. |
46,182 | 1,250 | 7 | 2,595 | 7,070 | I don't know voodoo magic? Look I can dissect a punch or an uppercut or even how someone moves but not how they can do a magic trick. Maybe our other two are more enlightened than I. Sorry Eika I'm going to have to pass on trying to guess what you did. Aaron said giving up and going back to rolling the tape around his hands. "You know though that was a fun trick nice job with that." He said off handed in an attempt to no seem like a complete jerk. "Bus Driver sir! How much longer? I don't think we can take much more of these rocks bumping on this bus." Disney asked politely. The driver grunted out that they should arrive soon after all they had been driving for god knows how long now so it was only a matter of time before they reached their drop off point. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,183 | 1,250 | 8 | 490 | 461 | Eh, its just a sleight-of-hand trick, no big deal... I don't know which trick though, ehehe.. He laughed sheepishly. He was being falsely cocky again, he didn't really know why he pretended, nor for whom. Kageta sat back in his chair only for his eyes to drift outside. "Well guys, its time to suck up our nerves," he said without removing his eyes from the hill. "Kyushu's right on the horizon." And it was, though not really on the horizon more that it was foreboding just behind the hill. It was huge, Kageta did not expect a school to be this large, or perhaps it was just tall. It was definitely time. "Guys, last minute checks! Things and what have you." His classmates' looks indicated that they had no idea what he was talking about, he himself really had no idea what he was talking about. | Name: Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger’s attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger’s fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father’s countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be ‘in her care’.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous ‘bunnies’ and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family’s influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family’s financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood. |
46,184 | 1,250 | 9 | 2,595 | 7,070 | As they group cleared themselves around a corner and up a small hill they came face to face with a breath taking view of the city. There was one large bridge surrounded by some train tracks that were held up by steel supports alongside it. There were two smaller bridges to the east and west of the city undoubtedly made as a precaution in case something happened to the main bridge. However the main bridge itself was newly paved and it was a breath taking sight that stretched all the way onto the island which held their too be school and town which was in-bedded into a mountain. There were three levels of the city and what looked like an entrance area where traffic was flooding in and out. The sea and seagulls flew around the city. "Sorry we didn't take the faster routes but those weren't usable by our town unfortunately kiddos. Anyways welcome to Kyushu City the place got a lot prettier since the red skies vanished. Those are all over by Honoji now with Miss Kiryuin." the man said and then asked the group politely not to tell anyone he said that. The group took one of the smaller bridges and were behind a long stream of cars. Disney quickly cut the tape off and then sealed it back in it's case which was in his backpack. "Well at least it's beautiful I was half expecting a dump. Wasn't this place just to be the testing bud for Honoji old man?" asked Disney as the old man shrugged. "I suppose so I heard it wasn't scrapped because of it's usefulness and because Lord Nero wanted a place of his own to represent the other side of the Kiryuin family. But that's all speculation my lad." commented the driver as Aaaron thanked him for confirming what he thought was up with this place. Disney however couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful oceans he ever saw a couple of dolphins jump in and out of the water and a school of fish was nearby.
He was amazed about how clean the water was. Probably some sort of water treatment plant nearby that released chemicals that destroyed the pollutants in the air. He had heard the other branch of the Kiryuins controlled the market on science products related to the environment as opposed to the powerful clothes and other things made by the main branch of their family. Which begged to wonder why they wanted in on this whole business? Was Little Lord Nero so vain he tried to prove the other branch was just as good in management as the main branch?
Regardless of Aarons' own speculation they soon entered the city through a toll gate which the bus driver passed by using a special bus pass of his probably because he was shepherding kids into school. Soon entered a crappy excuse for a shanty town...that they'd probably be living in soon. There was a group of older men conversing by the bus stop and there were even a few no star kids hanging out nearby. The town smelt...bad...like pig farm bad. It didn't help there was still whiffs of the salty sea smell coming nearby. Hopefully it got better the closer they got to one star territory. Disney grabbed his bags and other junk and forced himself up out of his seat cracking his back and knuckles as he let the other kids get off first. Before leaving however he thanked the bus driver for his time and wished him a great week before getting off the bus. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,185 | 1,250 | 10 | 2,148 | 1,333 | The sight before her might have had the capacity to numb one to pure amazement, but Eika wasn't really caring much for the scenery as her first item of obtaining was her hammer. Long, large, decorated with a plethora of amethyst, and uncanny in its ability to be handled by the woman who owned it. Descending down the steps first, Eika turned and waved to the bus driver with a sweet smile before turning on her heel and marching forth to get to the point of things. Yeah, it smelled bad, but so did rubbing alcohol, bleach, and chlorine -- all chemicals she was intimately familiar with as well. A clap of the hands, and a yank of her luggage bag, and the girl seemed to be quite a little oddball for the oversized weapon on her shoulder and the minor packing on the other side. But hey, Eika was the "resident sociopath", wasn't she?
"Let's get going! I can't wait to see what our new stage is going to be like.~"
She seemed more than happy to go and throw her safe into this mess occurring and unfolding. God have mercy on them all, she might send them all crashing and burning to the ground. | Name: Eika Munashii
Age: 18
Gender: F
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No-Star. :(
Strengths:
Eika's imagination extends beyond normal grasps of a basic situation. Instead of taking the time to worry about whatever else is in the front view, Eika's concept of watching things is to put it all into boxes and point out the things that people aren't noticing.
The strength and speed that Eika has is beyond a normal human being's, naturally. She's quite strong, can take down a car even! Or so she says. Only time and exposure to such a situation will tell if she can actually do such a thing.
She's not without a pair of skates to get to and from places. Walking doesn't do it, running means you'll tire out, but skating works just fine when you need it!
She's the former leader of the Gymnastics club! She's got the flips and the tricks down-pact, if you're looking for a tutor.
Weaknesses:
Holy shi- this is here twice?! But why?! Well, having a huge imagination like Eika's can cause problems in simple solutions. She's perfectly fine to solve a harsh, near-impossible situation, but simple rush-down situations aren't so good on her mind. She can't...function well, with "simplistic" things.
Simple as it reads. Eika is extremely susceptible to anything that could cause her to get ill. She's not the best at keeping her health up and...well, yeah. Keep the spooky scary sicknesses away from her.
Eika is an idiot when it comes to her own mortality. She will run right into the danger, headfirst, and probably get fucked up by some One Stars or the like because she doesn't understand the life-saving concept of BACKING DOWN. Someone would have to drag her kicking and screaming to get her to leave.
This one was listed twice too?! Well, hell! As one would think, having skates on all the time can prove for downsides to things. ...Like...Slippery halls. Or trying to be stealthy. Or...Standing still for long periods of time. Yeah. That stuff.
Favorite Activity: Death-defying gymnastics club!
Personality: Are you in need of a girl that can brighten up the mood through any uncanny means? Are you looking for a girl willing to jump over a pool of sharks to get a meatbun because you said you wanted to see it? Look no further! Eika Munashii is here and ready to party for the rush! She's the girl that throws her teammates over her shoulder and keeps on trucking, she's the tank in your MMO that builds damage for the shits and the giggles, and she's the girl that...generally does nothing normal. Eika is the girl that you find drinking a water bottle by biting off the bottom and drinking through the small holes her teeth made. This could be something of an intimidating factor if considered by a stranger, but don't worry! She doesn't bite...that's a fucking lie.
Now, combat-wise? We've got your typical assault-type. She throws her face into the fight, she starts beating shit with her hammer until it's done and said. She won't stop until the fight's done, or unless something really convinces her that she needs to take off beforehand. And god forbid if she has to run -- the girl is always up for something fun, and she might just throw a fit from it all. Regardless, she's got a heart. You won't find her murdering puppies or kicking kids. She can sometimes get out of her fight-or-fight mentality to do what she needs to...But that adrenaline rush is hard to deny, you know?
Outside of the crazy and the combat, she has some cute normal motions. Sleepy Eika? She'll snuggle up on your lap without your permission and fall asleep -- maybe even make a few sniffles or nuzzles at your stomach while she's napping. Hungry Eika? She'll mount your back or waist and demand that food be given to her and whoever else is hungry. She's a crazy girl with a heart of gold -- and doesn't everyone love having the carefree lunatic by their side now and then?
Bio: She never was really a "normal" girl. By the age of three, she was trying to ride on the family dog after watching a rodeo broadcast. By the age of five, she was in gymnastics and excelling at it to the fullest degree. Eika spent her childhood getting lectured by a doctor every day for doing something crazy. As a result, parents didn't really want their kids near her thanks to the fact that she...well, people trying to do what she did tended to get hurt. Badly. This resulted in her being without friends for a good time -- and her reventual idea of forging a club of people as "talented" as she was at doing things that most people would consider "death-defying". Thus came the creation of the aptly named "Death-Defying Gynmastics Club".
But how did she end up in Berlin Academy to start that club, anyways?
A scholarship! Her family wasn't anything rich, and paying for any kind of school would be the death of them! A public display of her flexibility that cane in the form of a "dodgeball but with knives" show displayed a plethora of traits in her: courage or stupidity that ranged far beyond the capacity of an average human being, dedication to the show and to ensure that all in the crowd and participating were safe -- general consideration. Most, if not all, were good traits of an aspiring student, and thus, Berlin Academy became her home for the years to come as she relaxed. And that was where the point came of the Death-Defying Gymnastics Club's birth. Did she have problems nestling into the mannerisms and ways that the Berlin Academy worked? Not at all, actually, she was too busy making up a new creative "show" in her head to worry about that -- people just were unfortunate to gravitate to her thanks to her "starry-eyed" way of looking at the club activities.
But how was it that she came to be chosen for the mission to bring down the Kiryuin family? Eika didn't need some fancy damn explanation, like anyone else. There wasn't any family grudge that she was doing it for, or to save people, or to stop the slow domination of the Kiryuin empire over everything else. The mission was spoken to her, and she only needed to ask one question before anything else in order to decide whether her acceptance was even a potential or not.
"Can I make it all into a show?"
Confusing as the question was, the answer was responded with a simple "Yes" to satisfy the girl's uncanny choice of priorities.
And she joined just like that. All for the sake of making a grand show out of it all.
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Weapons: The Banhammer - A giant fucking hammer a little more than twice her size. Some people wonder how she wields it! She states it's a manufacturer's secret. It's made out of life fibers.
Items: A plush doll shaped in the form of a rabbit | A keychain at her size shaped like a violet and black X | Several heavy-duty chords tied around her legs for utility usage.
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Other: {DON'T LOSE YOUR WAY}
As the Gymnastics club leader, she's got an understanding on how to reset broken bones. Mainly because she's broken a lot of them. |
46,186 | 1,250 | 11 | 490 | 461 | Jäger made doubly sure that the bow case was securely sealed before gathering up her other possesses. These included a travel bag containing among other things a first aid kit and a hunting knife. The first aid kit she knew how to use well enough, the knife was a memento of her fathers. Besides her bag she also had a suitcase, containing mainly clothes, hair products and a replacement set of headphones. With her possessions gathered she awkwardly made her way to the front of the bus, bag on her shoulder, suitcase in hand and her bow case held tightly under her other arm. As she passed the driver she thanked him and offered the man a warm smile to reassure him that nothing he had said would find its way back to him.
With a hop she landed gracefully onto the floor and looked around. The smell was bad but didn't bother her all that much. The area had an aura that put her ill at ease, a mixture of poverty, deprivation and tension. It made the area feel imposing and unwelcoming. The fact that she had already drawn the attention of more than a few individuals did little to alleviate matters. This was how prey must have felt, being salivated over by starving hounds. However Jäger was no frightened little rabbit. Ignoring the onlookers she stepped away from the bus and looked around to get her bearings, though the directions that they had been given were poor at best.
She turned toward Eika. “I don’t know how you can be so enthusiastic about any of this,” she said, motioning to the immediate area. “This is not the kind of place that I want to stay the night in, or day for that matter. I can feel myself getting dirty just standing here.” She turned toward Aaron who was last to get off of the bus. “So, where do we need to go from here?” | Name: Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger’s attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger’s fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father’s countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be ‘in her care’.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous ‘bunnies’ and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family’s influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family’s financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood. |
46,187 | 1,250 | 12 | 2,595 | 7,070 | How is that even a question Charlotte? What do you think that big ass building near the mountain summit is? Disney said as he pointed directly at the giant building that had numerous windows and a few tram cars linked to it. "Come on was I the only one who did the readings? Whatever it's not that big of a deal...let's just get moving alright? But first any other questions like how to walk in a straight line?" Aaron said in exasperation. "Look I'm sorry Charlotte but come on look at that building it's huge and it fits...the Kiryuin ego so perfectly." Aaron made sure to whisper that last part so as not to piss off any nearby Kiryuin supporters. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,188 | 1,250 | 13 | 490 | 461 | “How is that even a question?” Jäger repeated the words with an exasperated tone of her own, rubbing the side of her head as she did so. “You know for one of the smartest people I know you’re really dumb sometimes. I was just trying to make conversation, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Jäger replied in an annoyed tone before marching off ahead without waiting for the others.
Didn’t Aaron realize that a display of ignorance now would serve them well later? The less they appeared to know the less suspicions they would appear later. After all, new students were supposed to get a little lost on their first day. Of course she couldn’t say any of this out loud, not with so many eyes upon them at the bus stop. “Dumb ass!” she said irritably to herself, not caring who heard her as she headed through the streets towards, as Aaron had so eloquently put it, that big ass building. | Name: Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger’s attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger’s fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father’s countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be ‘in her care’.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous ‘bunnies’ and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family’s influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family’s financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood. |
46,189 | 1,250 | 14 | 2,595 | 7,070 | Well screw you too Charlotte hope you fall in a pot hole... Aaron grumbled in annoyance. As he looked at the other two who were being quiet. "Well come on guys we gotta get moving. Being late on day one is a pretty bad sign." Aaron said looking at his two oddly silent companions. "You know the first one I expected to be shouting and poking people for the next two blocks was you Eika. What gives?" asked Disney as he looked over at a group of one stars march past the no-stars from earlier and shouted at them to get moving more or less shoving them along. Why one stars were here in this part of town was beyond him but hey this was one of the bus stops so it could be they were just passing by or maybe a part of the student council. Whatever the case may be he needed to get moving. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,190 | 1,250 | 15 | 2,595 | 7,070 | As the others got off, Kageta went last. He looked at the driver with a good smile. "Hey thanks for the ride, since I don't think you're gonna see us for a time, here." He extended his open hand at the bus driver, who was clearly surprised, though in a good way, which was the best way to describe his expression. After a bit, the driver smiled back and took his hand. Kageta nodded and left the bus. The only thing he had was his strap-lock backpack which contained all his essentials, school stuff... and his mask. He shook off the thought.
Kageta got off, stood beside Eika, and cracked his knuckles, ankles, elbows, neck, pretty much all the joints that could were cracked. The first thing that greeted him was a sight of the site, the slums looked unimpressive from behind the bus window and probably smelled really bad. The latter was true. The former though...
He noticed Aaron looking their way probably wondering why they were so quiet.
"You kiddin' man? Look at this place! Tin roofs, Uneven leveled buildings, offshooting walls... this is paradise, man!" Well paradise if one were to really love Parkour, which Kageta did. "I'm sorry, man, I know we're not supposed to attract attention being new students and stuff, but I can't resist! I'll meet you guys at the actual Kyushu." He stated with a grin. And took off sprinting.
Forward he ran, past Charlotte. "Hey, 'Lotte!'" He called out while running. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,191 | 1,250 | 16 | 490 | 461 | “Yah!?” Jäger exclaimed as she just barely dodged out of the way as a kid threatened to run straight into her, forcing her to hastily jump to the side to avoid getting knocked onto her rear. Once she regained her balance she turned to watch the kid as he weaved in and out of the students heading toward the school. For a moment she frowned irritably at him and was about to shout after him but relented at the last moment, instead sighing and smiling warming before heading in the same direction herself, effortlessly joining the throng of students that had rapidly started to gather. An obvious indication as to the time of day if there ever was one.
“I have made arrangements myself,” she said aloud in response to Aaron’s query, however that was all she offered him and carried on, smiling as she went. In truth she had used her resources to acquire, by slum standards, a very nice house that was not too far removed from the entrance to the school grounds. Of course she hoped that it would only be a temporary arrangement, however for the moment it would suffice for her needs. And it was there that she was heading now, calculating that she had plenty of time to at the very least deposit her belongings before school started. Because there was no way in hell she was lugging a suitcase around all day. | Name: Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger’s attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger’s fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father’s countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be ‘in her care’.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous ‘bunnies’ and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family’s influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family’s financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood. |
46,192 | 1,250 | 17 | 2,148 | 1,333 | Kageta buckled the strap on his backpack over his chest, still running, not losing speed, nor his grin. He quickly neared a wall, he kicked forward and to the wall launching himself up a bit and, without missing a beat, grabbed onto the wall's top ledge and pulled himself up with a slight groan. He landed on the ledge and crouched to not fall off. The next platform was the roof of the house just in front of a gap. He leaned forward and sprang his legs down, his body now far up and enough to reach the edge of the roof.
He grabbed the roof and again, pulled himself up. He looked down as he perched, he saw that he wasn't that high up yet. He continued on forward, making way through the roofs as he neared one star territory. He saw a huge white wall separating the slum area and the one star area, with only one fairly guarded entrance. He decided against just climbing up the wall, both because that he doesn't get blacklisted, and because the wall was too smooth to do any climbing on.
Although this specific building he was standing on was a pretty good vantage point and was fairly high up, quite roomy too, well if no one minded. He unbuckled his strap and took off his bag and set in on the ground. He got his packed tent out. The bag was somehow larger on the inside than it made it look. He set the tent up, with a bit of difficulty. After a bit of work and a lot of sweat, he finally exhaled as he looked at the tent he had just set up and the familiar smile formed once more. He took off his shirt and sat on the roof. He preferred this over renting a room, this was really free after all. At the least the sun wasn't so harsh. | Name: Eika Munashii
Age: 18
Gender: F
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No-Star. :(
Strengths:
Eika's imagination extends beyond normal grasps of a basic situation. Instead of taking the time to worry about whatever else is in the front view, Eika's concept of watching things is to put it all into boxes and point out the things that people aren't noticing.
The strength and speed that Eika has is beyond a normal human being's, naturally. She's quite strong, can take down a car even! Or so she says. Only time and exposure to such a situation will tell if she can actually do such a thing.
She's not without a pair of skates to get to and from places. Walking doesn't do it, running means you'll tire out, but skating works just fine when you need it!
She's the former leader of the Gymnastics club! She's got the flips and the tricks down-pact, if you're looking for a tutor.
Weaknesses:
Holy shi- this is here twice?! But why?! Well, having a huge imagination like Eika's can cause problems in simple solutions. She's perfectly fine to solve a harsh, near-impossible situation, but simple rush-down situations aren't so good on her mind. She can't...function well, with "simplistic" things.
Simple as it reads. Eika is extremely susceptible to anything that could cause her to get ill. She's not the best at keeping her health up and...well, yeah. Keep the spooky scary sicknesses away from her.
Eika is an idiot when it comes to her own mortality. She will run right into the danger, headfirst, and probably get fucked up by some One Stars or the like because she doesn't understand the life-saving concept of BACKING DOWN. Someone would have to drag her kicking and screaming to get her to leave.
This one was listed twice too?! Well, hell! As one would think, having skates on all the time can prove for downsides to things. ...Like...Slippery halls. Or trying to be stealthy. Or...Standing still for long periods of time. Yeah. That stuff.
Favorite Activity: Death-defying gymnastics club!
Personality: Are you in need of a girl that can brighten up the mood through any uncanny means? Are you looking for a girl willing to jump over a pool of sharks to get a meatbun because you said you wanted to see it? Look no further! Eika Munashii is here and ready to party for the rush! She's the girl that throws her teammates over her shoulder and keeps on trucking, she's the tank in your MMO that builds damage for the shits and the giggles, and she's the girl that...generally does nothing normal. Eika is the girl that you find drinking a water bottle by biting off the bottom and drinking through the small holes her teeth made. This could be something of an intimidating factor if considered by a stranger, but don't worry! She doesn't bite...that's a fucking lie.
Now, combat-wise? We've got your typical assault-type. She throws her face into the fight, she starts beating shit with her hammer until it's done and said. She won't stop until the fight's done, or unless something really convinces her that she needs to take off beforehand. And god forbid if she has to run -- the girl is always up for something fun, and she might just throw a fit from it all. Regardless, she's got a heart. You won't find her murdering puppies or kicking kids. She can sometimes get out of her fight-or-fight mentality to do what she needs to...But that adrenaline rush is hard to deny, you know?
Outside of the crazy and the combat, she has some cute normal motions. Sleepy Eika? She'll snuggle up on your lap without your permission and fall asleep -- maybe even make a few sniffles or nuzzles at your stomach while she's napping. Hungry Eika? She'll mount your back or waist and demand that food be given to her and whoever else is hungry. She's a crazy girl with a heart of gold -- and doesn't everyone love having the carefree lunatic by their side now and then?
Bio: She never was really a "normal" girl. By the age of three, she was trying to ride on the family dog after watching a rodeo broadcast. By the age of five, she was in gymnastics and excelling at it to the fullest degree. Eika spent her childhood getting lectured by a doctor every day for doing something crazy. As a result, parents didn't really want their kids near her thanks to the fact that she...well, people trying to do what she did tended to get hurt. Badly. This resulted in her being without friends for a good time -- and her reventual idea of forging a club of people as "talented" as she was at doing things that most people would consider "death-defying". Thus came the creation of the aptly named "Death-Defying Gynmastics Club".
But how did she end up in Berlin Academy to start that club, anyways?
A scholarship! Her family wasn't anything rich, and paying for any kind of school would be the death of them! A public display of her flexibility that cane in the form of a "dodgeball but with knives" show displayed a plethora of traits in her: courage or stupidity that ranged far beyond the capacity of an average human being, dedication to the show and to ensure that all in the crowd and participating were safe -- general consideration. Most, if not all, were good traits of an aspiring student, and thus, Berlin Academy became her home for the years to come as she relaxed. And that was where the point came of the Death-Defying Gymnastics Club's birth. Did she have problems nestling into the mannerisms and ways that the Berlin Academy worked? Not at all, actually, she was too busy making up a new creative "show" in her head to worry about that -- people just were unfortunate to gravitate to her thanks to her "starry-eyed" way of looking at the club activities.
But how was it that she came to be chosen for the mission to bring down the Kiryuin family? Eika didn't need some fancy damn explanation, like anyone else. There wasn't any family grudge that she was doing it for, or to save people, or to stop the slow domination of the Kiryuin empire over everything else. The mission was spoken to her, and she only needed to ask one question before anything else in order to decide whether her acceptance was even a potential or not.
"Can I make it all into a show?"
Confusing as the question was, the answer was responded with a simple "Yes" to satisfy the girl's uncanny choice of priorities.
And she joined just like that. All for the sake of making a grand show out of it all.
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Weapons: The Banhammer - A giant fucking hammer a little more than twice her size. Some people wonder how she wields it! She states it's a manufacturer's secret. It's made out of life fibers.
Items: A plush doll shaped in the form of a rabbit | A keychain at her size shaped like a violet and black X | Several heavy-duty chords tied around her legs for utility usage.
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Other: {DON'T LOSE YOUR WAY}
As the Gymnastics club leader, she's got an understanding on how to reset broken bones. Mainly because she's broken a lot of them. |
46,193 | 1,250 | 18 | 490 | 461 | “Ah, excuse me for a moment would you?” Jäger said as she spotted the building that would be her home for the foreseeable future. It was a poor excuse for a house, especially for someone like Charlotte Jäger Neumann who for the majority of her life had lived very well. However it was still significantly better than the majority of the local domiciles at this level of the social hierarchy. The windows were boarded up, as she had requested in her note, along with a new lock to which only she had a key. Not that either would stop any determined attackers but it was better than nothing. “Let’s see now,” she said as she unlocked the door and peered inside. As she had expected it was pretty run of the mill, though it would serve her purposes well enough.
She brought her luggage into the entrance way and looked around curiously, half expecting something nasty to crawl out of the shadows. Slightly disappointed she made her way to the main bedroom, lugging her luggage along with her. Once in what would be her bedroom she started to change her into her new clothes, specifically the no-star uniform that had been provided to her in anticipation of her arrival. Once dressed she place the headphones back around her neck and tied a large red bow into the back of her hair. She then sorted through her luggage to quickly extricate the essentials from the frivolous, packing into her school satchel not just the essential books and stationary but her first aid kit, supplies and her father’s hunting knife. Once ready she rushed back downstairs and locked the house behind her.
“Ah, sorry about that, wait for me!” she said aloud, satchel over one shoulder, bow case dangling from the other as she rushed to catch up with the others. They were not too far from the outermost school entrance now, evidenced by the mass of student’s jostling each other so as not to be late. Jäger had heard that tardiness was not something that was tolerated here. Not even in the slightest. She looked around to make sure they were not being observed by anyone wearing star-branded uniforms. “We should stick together, at least for the moment. Right now we’re vulnerable, obviously, so we can’t just go and start causing trouble.” Jäger knew she was stating the obvious but she felt that it needed saying regardless. | Name: Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger’s attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger’s fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father’s countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be ‘in her care’.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous ‘bunnies’ and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family’s influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family’s financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood. |
46,194 | 1,250 | 19 | 2,595 | 7,070 | Hey kid! Get the hell off the roof that sort of behavior isn't tolerated around here! By order of Chief of The Disciplinary Comity Kotaro Hojo I demand that you cease that rambunctious attitude and get to class! shouted a one star kid as he glared up at Kegata. "Have no you shame?! Is this has you represent your school!? I hope you're a no star because anything higher is too good for your punkass! If your going to be climbing join the hiking club!" demanded the one star as a group of kids with batons came following up behind him. Whatever the case was it seemed the Kiryuin family had a strong hold in the city despite the absence of the main house hold. The rest of the crew didn't bother with Kegata instead they were busy berating one of the no-stars who were also late. It seemed there was a lynching mob sort of mentality among the glorified hall monitors.
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Very much annoyed and very much aggravated that Kegata would simply ditch them Aaron decided to leave the parkour artist to whatever fate may take him for leaving the group on day one in the middle of a slum. Unsure about where he went and what to expect from the sudden absence any luggage that Kegata left on the ground would be left for the woods unless one of the others had the generosity to clean up after their 'friend'. "I see well at least you're willing to listen Eika that's more than I can say for our missing friend. Regardless let's just drop our stuff off really quick-" Disney began to say as one of the One Stars walked up to him and looked him in the eye, "All transfer students are to have their luggage taken to the school where Mr. Kiryuin will have people drop it off at their houses by Disciplinary Comity members. We will do a quick scan of your bags in which we will make sure you are not carrying anything unsavory into our school. Unlike Lady Satsuki we like to make sure our students have their proper equipment on day one and we do not risk the lives of our no-stars without reason. Now get to school." commented the one star as he smacked a nearby pole with his baton and kept walking. If they need to use force in the no-star districts like this that means there is a pretty big problem...or maybe it's just to show the new no stars that the big guy in charge means business. Disney thought to himself as he nodded and shoved his gear onto his back and sighed. "Well you heard our betters we need to get to school so hurry up Eika. Wait up Char we need to stick together for now." Disney commented with a false plain tone that expressed boredom as to not bring too much suspicion upon himself from the one-stars.
The group passed through the slums following along the road with various other no-stars and a couple of the Disciplinarian's finest one stars as they walked towards the school. He looked up at the tower which seemed to challenge him. It was a long sleek building that rose above all others into the mountain. It seemed to demand attention and it dared anyone who looked at it to take on it's obstacles in order to reach the top of the mountain. It also inspired a sensation in him he didn't expect...awe. It was so pretty with it's chrome paint and very professional. He could understand others not liking the building's look as it was extremely corporate but he admired such things. It spoke that it took itself seriously and it demanded that you did too. Slackers were not tolerated, weaklings were not going to go far, and only the most skilled (or those who sucked up the most or cheated unfortunately) got as far as they did. The building also was built into a mountain side which shouted that it was sturdy and very strong it wouldn't go down easy. But in contrast to that...they were still in slums. They were the lowest of the low. They'd need to work their way up be it in academics or in some sort of club. "I'm ready for you mountain and I'm going to scale you all the way to the top!" Disney said with quiet pride as he grinned slightly at the prospect only to be laughed at by a nearby no-star, "Oh yeah good luck with that kid. Trust me it ain't pretty." commented a girl with long dark hair next to him. "The day a no star reaches the top of that mountain into a three star uniform is the day I wear a pink dress and sing a song of how the world is beautiful and not dead inside." commented the girl further as she pointed out that the one stars could use buses instead of walking, the two stars could use tram cars, and the three stars could just get a limo driven right to the door step and take an elevator to the Kiryuin who ruled the school. Really the whole deal he just spoke about was a load of shit. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,195 | 1,250 | 20 | 490 | 461 | Hey, sorry about that, I didn't know roofs were off limits. I'll be right down! Kageta shouted out to the one star far below him. The kid didn't seem to notice the tent he set up, so he left it there, but pulled it back a bit. He walked to the far edge of the roof, and found an angle where he couldn't see the one-star's eyes, already expecting to be checked, he dug out his ninja gear from his backpack, the kunai, the smoke bombs, the baton, the swiss knife, and above all, the mask, and tossed all of the into his tent, though he made sure the smoke bombs didn't land too hard or they'd go off. As well, he brought one with him to keep in his pocket in case of anything.
He descended almost as quick as he climbed. Landing from high falls with rolls to save himself from fractures. Until he finally arrived on the ground. And he glanced at the one-star who persistently glared at him. Kageta thought to give them a small smile and head on his way to the academy "HOLD IT." Came the stern statement of the one-star. "I need to check your bag." He didn't quite shout, but it was still loud enough to boom. Kageta handed it to him and the one-star saw his pen, notebook, and the uppers of his no-star uniform.
"Now what's that in your pocket?" The one-star demanded, Kageta revealed the smoke bomb from his left pocket. "It's just a ball. No trouble." He tossed it up caught it, covertly lessening the impact so that the bomb didn't go off. He was nervous, but he needed to not let it show, he was trained in ninjitsu after all.
"PASS. Now, wear your uniform and head to school. We will not tolerate tardiness!" The one-star dismissed him. Kageta nodded, and exhaled through his nose so as to not make it sound like a sigh of relief.
He jogged out of sight and put on the uniform as he walked, good thing he wore his current jogging pants over his uniform pants, they were fairly uncomfortable in that configuration, but still allowed to move free enough. He took off his jogging pants and put it in his backpack, as well as wore the uniform over his shirt. Once out of sight he grinned once more and hopped through to the roofs, on the way to Kyushu.
As he ran through the roofs, he saw three familiar faces brisk walking in the midst of the crowd of thousands of other no-stars. It was his classmates. He smiled again and looked for a route to descend, luckily, there was a gap in front of him, it was an alleyway. He jogged to the edge and held on the ledge as he dropped down from the roof, onto some window sills, he carefully brought himself down from there and once he was low enough, jumped off and rolled in the direction of the crowd. He stood up and dusted himself.
As he got out of the alley, he saw his classmates a little ways in front and made his way to them. He thought of surprising them, then hesitated. If he surprised Aaron, he was probably gonna punch him into oblivion, if he surprised Charlotte, she was probably gonna turn him into a pin-cushion, and lastly, if he surprised Eika, she probably wasn't there and would turn out to be a few meters off the ground, with her hammer over-head, waiting to just crush the living everything out of Kageta... for the lulz. This was a bad idea, He started to think that Eika was infecting all of them with her bad ideas sometimes. Like some sort of proximity zombie... so why not surprise all of them simultaneously?! Yep, definitely a zombie.
He walked behind them, not being noticed. And let out an energetic "Hey guys!" | Name: Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger’s attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger’s fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father’s countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be ‘in her care’.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous ‘bunnies’ and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family’s influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family’s financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood. |
46,196 | 1,250 | 21 | 2,595 | 7,070 | The girl next to Disney was apparently named Jessica Albatross because he caught a glimpse of her suit case as she left his side. Where she came from and why she was here she didn't say but she left Aaron's side However it seemed she held a bleak outlook in life. How heart warming...well then she'd better get use to have him in charge because by the end of the year he intended to be a three star if not at least a two which meant that he was going to out-rank her sorry pessimistic butt. "So Kegata's back from whatever he went? Whatever..." Aaron mumbled to himself as he entered the building where it was clear from that moment how big this school really was. The hallway was massive as if it was in the middle of a small mall. Well made stair cases covered in dirt were to the left and the right and the middle with two doors branching left and right. Two doors in the middle meaning the doors he just came in from where for entrance use and the other two doors must've been for other rooms in the school. Some of the rooms may even be in the mountain. Who knew what this school held but before he knew what was going on a brown haired man in a suit walked up to him, "Are you lost? The boards are over in the corner if you don't know your room placement. The rooms are placed in order from left to right. Simply find what grade you're in and get to class. Before that though you should drop off your lugg-SASAKI GET TO CLASS YOU IGNORANT BUM!" the man suddenly roared as he noticed the squirrelly looking kid from earlier panicking as he suddenly had the eyes of one of the teachers walk up to him. "SORRY SIR SORRY! I'LL JUST GET MOVING GOTTA GET TO CLASS OR THE SCIENCE CLUB WILL MAKE ME GREEN AGAIN! I MEAN BEING GREEN IS WEIRD ON A NORMAL DAY BUT THEN IT INTERFERES WITH GOING TO SLEEP WHEN I'M GLOWING LIKE A LAMP. Come to think of it when was the last time I got a good night sleep...BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT! WHEN I HAVE TROUBLE SLEEPING I CAN'T DO WORK! I MEAN I GOT NO PROBLEM WITH HELPING OUT WITH SCIENCE BUT-" the boy shouted in a panic making various strange spasms with his hands and feet as he was suddenly kicked up the stairs by a certainly different looking man. Must've been a two star since the man had red lining inside of his jacket and two stars were boldly hanging from the left and right side of the jacket. "I'll deal with you later Sasaki now get moving!" growled the two star in disgust as the kid ran back upstairs tumbling over himself. " | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,197 | 1,250 | 22 | 2,148 | 1,333 | Hi Guys!
The moment poor Kageta was whacked by Charlotte, the poor boy only saw the glimmer in Eika's eyes as she descended upon his head with her hammer. Her full strength was what would be used to crater the poor boy into the ground before tilting her hammer back up against her shoulders and dusting off her hands after she'd landed. With a small hum, Eika chose to turn her attention to all of the shouting figures about getting checked in and getting to class before they were late. It seemed like a normal little thing at this point -- but who the hell cared? Her attention focused on-
Okay, now there was yelling. And people being kicked and flung like ragdolls! Oh god, this looked fun!~ Regardless of the shenanigans occuring around him, Eika followed Disney in order to watch where he went to look and- ah, alright. There was her room number. Seemed she got to be in a room alone for the time being? Or perhaps that was how it was meant to be. Regardless, the scary chipper voice of hers came out with a raise of her hand as she laughed and waved to Disney -- of course, the only one she could see at this point.
"Okay! I'm gonna go and throw my hammer at someone and get to class! I think we're in the same one, so hurry up or it's a hundred trapeze line miles for you, kay?~"
...She was quite serious as she bounded off, pushing her way through the crowd when needed (kinda easy when people saw a girl with a hammer bigger than her) and made her way off. She was apparently going to be the first of them all to not give a single fuck and leave them behind to their activities. Hey, at least they would all be able to see the massive hammer poking out of the crowd if they needed her for anything! | Name: Eika Munashii
Age: 18
Gender: F
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No-Star. :(
Strengths:
Eika's imagination extends beyond normal grasps of a basic situation. Instead of taking the time to worry about whatever else is in the front view, Eika's concept of watching things is to put it all into boxes and point out the things that people aren't noticing.
The strength and speed that Eika has is beyond a normal human being's, naturally. She's quite strong, can take down a car even! Or so she says. Only time and exposure to such a situation will tell if she can actually do such a thing.
She's not without a pair of skates to get to and from places. Walking doesn't do it, running means you'll tire out, but skating works just fine when you need it!
She's the former leader of the Gymnastics club! She's got the flips and the tricks down-pact, if you're looking for a tutor.
Weaknesses:
Holy shi- this is here twice?! But why?! Well, having a huge imagination like Eika's can cause problems in simple solutions. She's perfectly fine to solve a harsh, near-impossible situation, but simple rush-down situations aren't so good on her mind. She can't...function well, with "simplistic" things.
Simple as it reads. Eika is extremely susceptible to anything that could cause her to get ill. She's not the best at keeping her health up and...well, yeah. Keep the spooky scary sicknesses away from her.
Eika is an idiot when it comes to her own mortality. She will run right into the danger, headfirst, and probably get fucked up by some One Stars or the like because she doesn't understand the life-saving concept of BACKING DOWN. Someone would have to drag her kicking and screaming to get her to leave.
This one was listed twice too?! Well, hell! As one would think, having skates on all the time can prove for downsides to things. ...Like...Slippery halls. Or trying to be stealthy. Or...Standing still for long periods of time. Yeah. That stuff.
Favorite Activity: Death-defying gymnastics club!
Personality: Are you in need of a girl that can brighten up the mood through any uncanny means? Are you looking for a girl willing to jump over a pool of sharks to get a meatbun because you said you wanted to see it? Look no further! Eika Munashii is here and ready to party for the rush! She's the girl that throws her teammates over her shoulder and keeps on trucking, she's the tank in your MMO that builds damage for the shits and the giggles, and she's the girl that...generally does nothing normal. Eika is the girl that you find drinking a water bottle by biting off the bottom and drinking through the small holes her teeth made. This could be something of an intimidating factor if considered by a stranger, but don't worry! She doesn't bite...that's a fucking lie.
Now, combat-wise? We've got your typical assault-type. She throws her face into the fight, she starts beating shit with her hammer until it's done and said. She won't stop until the fight's done, or unless something really convinces her that she needs to take off beforehand. And god forbid if she has to run -- the girl is always up for something fun, and she might just throw a fit from it all. Regardless, she's got a heart. You won't find her murdering puppies or kicking kids. She can sometimes get out of her fight-or-fight mentality to do what she needs to...But that adrenaline rush is hard to deny, you know?
Outside of the crazy and the combat, she has some cute normal motions. Sleepy Eika? She'll snuggle up on your lap without your permission and fall asleep -- maybe even make a few sniffles or nuzzles at your stomach while she's napping. Hungry Eika? She'll mount your back or waist and demand that food be given to her and whoever else is hungry. She's a crazy girl with a heart of gold -- and doesn't everyone love having the carefree lunatic by their side now and then?
Bio: She never was really a "normal" girl. By the age of three, she was trying to ride on the family dog after watching a rodeo broadcast. By the age of five, she was in gymnastics and excelling at it to the fullest degree. Eika spent her childhood getting lectured by a doctor every day for doing something crazy. As a result, parents didn't really want their kids near her thanks to the fact that she...well, people trying to do what she did tended to get hurt. Badly. This resulted in her being without friends for a good time -- and her reventual idea of forging a club of people as "talented" as she was at doing things that most people would consider "death-defying". Thus came the creation of the aptly named "Death-Defying Gynmastics Club".
But how did she end up in Berlin Academy to start that club, anyways?
A scholarship! Her family wasn't anything rich, and paying for any kind of school would be the death of them! A public display of her flexibility that cane in the form of a "dodgeball but with knives" show displayed a plethora of traits in her: courage or stupidity that ranged far beyond the capacity of an average human being, dedication to the show and to ensure that all in the crowd and participating were safe -- general consideration. Most, if not all, were good traits of an aspiring student, and thus, Berlin Academy became her home for the years to come as she relaxed. And that was where the point came of the Death-Defying Gymnastics Club's birth. Did she have problems nestling into the mannerisms and ways that the Berlin Academy worked? Not at all, actually, she was too busy making up a new creative "show" in her head to worry about that -- people just were unfortunate to gravitate to her thanks to her "starry-eyed" way of looking at the club activities.
But how was it that she came to be chosen for the mission to bring down the Kiryuin family? Eika didn't need some fancy damn explanation, like anyone else. There wasn't any family grudge that she was doing it for, or to save people, or to stop the slow domination of the Kiryuin empire over everything else. The mission was spoken to her, and she only needed to ask one question before anything else in order to decide whether her acceptance was even a potential or not.
"Can I make it all into a show?"
Confusing as the question was, the answer was responded with a simple "Yes" to satisfy the girl's uncanny choice of priorities.
And she joined just like that. All for the sake of making a grand show out of it all.
--
Weapons: The Banhammer - A giant fucking hammer a little more than twice her size. Some people wonder how she wields it! She states it's a manufacturer's secret. It's made out of life fibers.
Items: A plush doll shaped in the form of a rabbit | A keychain at her size shaped like a violet and black X | Several heavy-duty chords tied around her legs for utility usage.
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Other: {DON'T LOSE YOUR WAY}
As the Gymnastics club leader, she's got an understanding on how to reset broken bones. Mainly because she's broken a lot of them. |
46,198 | 1,250 | 23 | 2,595 | 7,070 | What are you doing Miss? Aren't you supposed to be going to class... said one particularly handsome gentleman with long flowing blonde hair and blue eyes. Something about his presence nearby made the other students hurry up and move. He wore a long white coat with a tie and a blue shirt underneath that matched his eyes. He was slim but fit and he carried himself with a clear authority. His tone indicated a sense of professionalism that matched his clear voice. He looked at her hammer and frowned but said nothing about it. "Just make sure you keep that weapon away from other students unless they wrong you. Or unless you can back people up. Things such as that carry a lot of wham power behind it." The man said as he walked away without another word. He strode up the steps as confident as anyone else. An announcement came out of the loud speakers and a feminine voice rang throughout the halls, "Attention all students and faculty find your class rooms and report to your home room teachers. Leave your baggage designated rooms or spots. Theft of any and all clothes and other personal effects will result in immediate punishment and stars will be taken away. This is an orderly school, a proper school, a strong school. We will not allow personal theft on campus however it is up to you students to protect yourselves out of school. This is student council member and resident Three Star Mami Ikari, President of Announcements and Public Information and Head of the Digital Media Club signing off have a good school day peons." the woman's voice stated with flat plainness.
Seeing someone he clearly shouldn't be messing with conversing with Eika, Aaron decided he should go look at his assigned room quickly and since he was A and or D it was rather easy to pick among the names of Japanese students there. He was in year two Class 3-A. No-Star Class which meant first floor out of twenty. The first five floors were there for no stars. The one stars got another five with better equipment. Two stars got three floors as there were few of them and undoubtedly had better everything in them. The rest of the floors were filled with other stuff such as storage, club rooms, and of course the three star's own area where Nero Kiryuin was most assuredly at right now or at his own floor at the very top of the tower. His home room teacher was Mr. Chang Song...Chinese name meant that he was foreign and was brought here by the Kiryuins themselves. Fun for the whole family...Aaron took his first steps onto the steps...and was abruptly pushed into a wall by incoming American Football team. Strange that a Japanese school would have that but hey...whatever. Brushing himself off he went upstairs into a long plain and boring hall way that looked very old fashioned meaning no new technology. They'd get the bottom of the barrel stuff. Wonderful. Entering into his room he found the majority of his class was already there preparing for their little meeting. Their teacher was a big man with a scruffy looking beard and a mean set of eyes hidden under glasses. But he knew a tough guy when he saw him and Mr. Chang was certainly that. He had tanned skin and black hair with a hard jaw. He wore normal teacher's outfit which betrayed his muscles. "You're probably that international student I was told I'd get huh? Take a seat kid." grumbled Chang as Aaron nodded and headed to his seat. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
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Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,199 | 1,250 | 24 | 2,148 | 1,333 | ...Eyes focused in on the blonde male addressing her. A tilt of the head came as she looked up to her hammer and promptly moved it to the side -- accidentally slamming it in to the face of a student unfortunate enough to be ascending up the stairs at just that time, promptly sending the poor soul back down and colliding with three other males as she went deep into thought. ...Hnn...
...He was cute. She'd decided.
A sudden take-off from her position and Eika used to weight of her hammer to propel herself up quicker -- pushing it to the side in order to ensure she didn't hit her new target, but instead went moving right past him and getting up with a dusting of her uniform -- which she'd ended up changing into while on the way upstairs, to the horror and awe of some of her classmates to be. Now, she was going to get his attention in the best way that she knew how to get her attention for boys that had long pretty blonde hair and looked really cute in her sociopathic eyes-
This wasn't going to end well at all! ♥
"Say, what's your name- wait! Doesn't matter! I've found my target and it's you! The claim is there now! And I'll try to behave! I can't promise much though, so try to lecture me regularly, King!~"
...And what followed that?
Eika outright stepping forward to plant one on the unknown man's lips and steal that kiss away without a care in the world.
And off like a rabbit she went, bouncing back up the stairs with her hammer in tow and laughing all the way to class with a cheerful glee. Who cared about being concerned with some big stupid mission? This was her chance to have more fun than she could have ever had in the other academy! And she was going to enjoy every single second of this free time that she got -- especially with that blonde-haired boy that had caught her interest now thanks to his simple manner of coming up to warn her about carrying blunt weapons around the school -- well, more about using them on people, that was.
"...Wait...Wasn't I supposed to not stand out...? TOO LATE!"
And into the classroom she was by the time that that thought process ended, plopping down in a seat next to Disney and patting him on the back with a serious look on her face.
"...Hey. So. Uhm. I think I fucked up already. That's okay, right?"
Nevermind the solid "THUMP" as she dropped her hammer down to her side and stretched her arms out. ...Was she supposed to introduce herself when she got in? That's what international students did as far as she cared to recall...Ah, who the fuck cared. She was alive! | Name: Eika Munashii
Age: 18
Gender: F
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No-Star. :(
Strengths:
Eika's imagination extends beyond normal grasps of a basic situation. Instead of taking the time to worry about whatever else is in the front view, Eika's concept of watching things is to put it all into boxes and point out the things that people aren't noticing.
The strength and speed that Eika has is beyond a normal human being's, naturally. She's quite strong, can take down a car even! Or so she says. Only time and exposure to such a situation will tell if she can actually do such a thing.
She's not without a pair of skates to get to and from places. Walking doesn't do it, running means you'll tire out, but skating works just fine when you need it!
She's the former leader of the Gymnastics club! She's got the flips and the tricks down-pact, if you're looking for a tutor.
Weaknesses:
Holy shi- this is here twice?! But why?! Well, having a huge imagination like Eika's can cause problems in simple solutions. She's perfectly fine to solve a harsh, near-impossible situation, but simple rush-down situations aren't so good on her mind. She can't...function well, with "simplistic" things.
Simple as it reads. Eika is extremely susceptible to anything that could cause her to get ill. She's not the best at keeping her health up and...well, yeah. Keep the spooky scary sicknesses away from her.
Eika is an idiot when it comes to her own mortality. She will run right into the danger, headfirst, and probably get fucked up by some One Stars or the like because she doesn't understand the life-saving concept of BACKING DOWN. Someone would have to drag her kicking and screaming to get her to leave.
This one was listed twice too?! Well, hell! As one would think, having skates on all the time can prove for downsides to things. ...Like...Slippery halls. Or trying to be stealthy. Or...Standing still for long periods of time. Yeah. That stuff.
Favorite Activity: Death-defying gymnastics club!
Personality: Are you in need of a girl that can brighten up the mood through any uncanny means? Are you looking for a girl willing to jump over a pool of sharks to get a meatbun because you said you wanted to see it? Look no further! Eika Munashii is here and ready to party for the rush! She's the girl that throws her teammates over her shoulder and keeps on trucking, she's the tank in your MMO that builds damage for the shits and the giggles, and she's the girl that...generally does nothing normal. Eika is the girl that you find drinking a water bottle by biting off the bottom and drinking through the small holes her teeth made. This could be something of an intimidating factor if considered by a stranger, but don't worry! She doesn't bite...that's a fucking lie.
Now, combat-wise? We've got your typical assault-type. She throws her face into the fight, she starts beating shit with her hammer until it's done and said. She won't stop until the fight's done, or unless something really convinces her that she needs to take off beforehand. And god forbid if she has to run -- the girl is always up for something fun, and she might just throw a fit from it all. Regardless, she's got a heart. You won't find her murdering puppies or kicking kids. She can sometimes get out of her fight-or-fight mentality to do what she needs to...But that adrenaline rush is hard to deny, you know?
Outside of the crazy and the combat, she has some cute normal motions. Sleepy Eika? She'll snuggle up on your lap without your permission and fall asleep -- maybe even make a few sniffles or nuzzles at your stomach while she's napping. Hungry Eika? She'll mount your back or waist and demand that food be given to her and whoever else is hungry. She's a crazy girl with a heart of gold -- and doesn't everyone love having the carefree lunatic by their side now and then?
Bio: She never was really a "normal" girl. By the age of three, she was trying to ride on the family dog after watching a rodeo broadcast. By the age of five, she was in gymnastics and excelling at it to the fullest degree. Eika spent her childhood getting lectured by a doctor every day for doing something crazy. As a result, parents didn't really want their kids near her thanks to the fact that she...well, people trying to do what she did tended to get hurt. Badly. This resulted in her being without friends for a good time -- and her reventual idea of forging a club of people as "talented" as she was at doing things that most people would consider "death-defying". Thus came the creation of the aptly named "Death-Defying Gynmastics Club".
But how did she end up in Berlin Academy to start that club, anyways?
A scholarship! Her family wasn't anything rich, and paying for any kind of school would be the death of them! A public display of her flexibility that cane in the form of a "dodgeball but with knives" show displayed a plethora of traits in her: courage or stupidity that ranged far beyond the capacity of an average human being, dedication to the show and to ensure that all in the crowd and participating were safe -- general consideration. Most, if not all, were good traits of an aspiring student, and thus, Berlin Academy became her home for the years to come as she relaxed. And that was where the point came of the Death-Defying Gymnastics Club's birth. Did she have problems nestling into the mannerisms and ways that the Berlin Academy worked? Not at all, actually, she was too busy making up a new creative "show" in her head to worry about that -- people just were unfortunate to gravitate to her thanks to her "starry-eyed" way of looking at the club activities.
But how was it that she came to be chosen for the mission to bring down the Kiryuin family? Eika didn't need some fancy damn explanation, like anyone else. There wasn't any family grudge that she was doing it for, or to save people, or to stop the slow domination of the Kiryuin empire over everything else. The mission was spoken to her, and she only needed to ask one question before anything else in order to decide whether her acceptance was even a potential or not.
"Can I make it all into a show?"
Confusing as the question was, the answer was responded with a simple "Yes" to satisfy the girl's uncanny choice of priorities.
And she joined just like that. All for the sake of making a grand show out of it all.
--
Weapons: The Banhammer - A giant fucking hammer a little more than twice her size. Some people wonder how she wields it! She states it's a manufacturer's secret. It's made out of life fibers.
Items: A plush doll shaped in the form of a rabbit | A keychain at her size shaped like a violet and black X | Several heavy-duty chords tied around her legs for utility usage.
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Other: {DON'T LOSE YOUR WAY}
As the Gymnastics club leader, she's got an understanding on how to reset broken bones. Mainly because she's broken a lot of them. |
46,200 | 1,250 | 25 | 2,595 | 7,070 | Miss I must insist that you calm yourself. This is the first day and- The blonde haired guy started to say as suddenly he felt the lips of the new student on his lips and half of the one stars and even two of the two star students flat out stopped what they were doing to stare at what just happened. The man left utterly speechless by the sudden kiss didn't stop her but stared after her confused and surprised by the girl's boldness more than anything. The moment she got into the room she was greeted by a blunt hello by Mr. Chang. When Aaron looked over to her he stared at her with frustration. "Why...why of all people would you sit next to me and bring the attention directly too me too?" He whispered as he groaned. "I trust that it wasn't something catastrophically bad on your part unless you flat out said your intention to be in this school was something interesting...this ain't some sort of side show second hand bull shit school. Look JUST for the love of fucking Buddha don't you dare screw us please Eika! Look do you at least have your stuff ready? We got to go to that announcement meeting soon!" Aaron said as suddenly the boy named Sasaki from earlier came up from behind Eika and leaned over her shoulder, "Well aren't you a pretty piece of work? Wanna go out sometime pretty lady? What no? Maybe friends?! Could always use more friends! Right how about that? Names Ranmaru Sasaki but I'm normally called Sasaki! Nice to meet you!" The boy said completely ignoring Aaron who sunk his head into his hands. | Name: Aaron Disney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aaaron is a male standing at about 5'9 and weighing about 175 pounds putting him in the Cruiser Weight Class as a boxer. He has dull blonde hair that is thick and curled at the ends. He has a gruff look to him due to how he doesn't completely shave off his facial hair making him look a bit older than how he should look. He has a thin but muscular build and normally wears a white t-shirt with brown sweat pants or his uniform. He wears no jewelry and has a rather plain and simple way of presenting himself without much in the way of making him smell better. He has dark misty green eyes that show he is not ethnically Japanese and comes from Europe.
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No Star
Strengths: Immense Strength, Great durability, Strong Willpower (he doesn't give up easily), Adaptable in fights, Great speed in short bursts, Incredible in close range combat.
Weaknesses: All but a complete failure at ranged combat, fails at planning strategies before hand, only serviceable medium range in combat, stubborn, prideful, Very little experience using other forms of combat, struggles against sound based combat. Anger can overtake him in highly stressful/desperate situations leading to recklessness.
Favorite Activity: Boxing
Personality: Usually a glass half full sort of person Aaaron looks at life like he looks at a fight: an opportunity to get stronger and to better himself. He is not a very shy person by any means but he is also not a very loud man. He can be very stubborn when it comes to things he wants and doesn't back down easy unless he sees reason behind it. He prides himself on being a future world champion due to insane ability to destroy an opponent once he gets near them. As a person he can be humble when he wants to be but rarely is and often challenges people who think they're better than him. He hardly ever backs down from a challenge but does when he feels that he definitely can't win.
He feels over planning before going into anything brings stress and causes things to go wrong when it actually happens and prefers to go in with minimal scouting and planning in order to adapt to the fight or situation at hand rather than expect something and not receive it. He can be a very powerful presence when he desires to be as his loud voice and powerful tones lead him to be a charismatic person but only in the right situation and if used incorrectly could lead to him looking bombastic and stupid. While he isn't a very intelligent man he is very capable and not by any means dumb muscle. He values intelligence just as much as raw power but prefers the latter personally as it sends more of a statement. He hates hypocrisy and he usually honors his end of the bargain but when he goes in with the mind set or mission that he intends to betray the person in the first place then he has less of a problem with doing so but still dislikes the idea intensely.
He takes losses with grace and congratulates the person who defeats him unless he views them as scum. He handles victory with the same way offering a hand to a worthy opponent or demeaning a poor one. He refuses to give up and absolutely loathes the idea of doing so. He is the sort of person to go in and either break through the wall or get stopped full force. Despite this he is a surprisingly good liar due to the nature of his mission he trained with the local school president in Berlin for tips on how to do so. He can be incredibly passionate about boxing or anything else in general but only if riled up and is not one to go into hammy territory as he doesn't like to make a fool of himself.
Biography/history:
Born in Ireland as the son of a American-German soldier who left the army to be a businesswoman, and a Italian-Irish Boxer who traveled all around the world he grew up in various different locations. His early childhood was mainly spent in the British Isles but in different locations as he spent a lot of time with his mom who worked a lot but he also spent some time with his dad and his friends who were greatly supportive of the boy's efforts of trying to learn new things like learning how to walk or talk. His mother found his father's friends repulsive but considered them future friends and even gave the manager of his father the right to be his god father. His dad was a devoted catholic but his mother didn't have the same outlook in life and viewed life as something you just trudge through and experience not the whim of some greater being. How his father and mother got together were not something he would be told till much later in life.
As he grew up he learned English, Italian, Japanese, and German through friends and family members naturally speaking them and teaching him the words when asked to. He was taught the joy of overcoming tough challenges and not giving into disparity in school or in extracurricular activities. His mother found him to be a bit of a brute but expected as much given his linage. His mother installed him with tough discipline but made it clear she cared for him greatly she just wanted to make him ready for life. When her company was bought out by the Kiryuin Conglomerate she became more busy than ever and hardly ever had time for him. When he did spend time with his mother he had to find other things to do other than reading books and learning German in his spare time not doing work. Instead he ended up going from place to place with his father and his boxing business.
Already knowing many of the opponents, who were good friends of his dad due to his happy go lucky attitude and general all around manners despite being a great boxer, he was encouraged and even shown many of the techniques used by the various boxers. He was encouraged by his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps or at least take care of himself in a fight. Aaron took this in stride and proved to be a great in-boxer but failed to show good in longer ranges. He also hated bows and arrows viewing them as impersonal despite his mother's insistence on practicing something other than punching someone. His schools had praise for the young man but every now and again he was called in due to his fights against bullies picking on him other kids.
As he grew older and smarter he eventually figured out he loved boxing more than business and decided to focus on that and with his father's help he proved to be near prodigal in his skills. He joined the local under-eighteen boxing tournaments and he proved his metal by winning the majority of his victories by a knock out. Hardly ever going down by points he prided himself on his skills. His mother disapproved but couldn't do much as her job kept her very busy. He dearly missed his mother and eventually he decided he'd focus on academics and he did fairly well at them but proved to be not nearly as good as he could be. He joined the track team in order to get in his running for boxing and to improve his body. He decided to go out on track work with his dad every morning which became a habit for him that he'd continue on which kept him healthy. Eventually he started to dig deeper in to his family history in which he found that he had a history of soldiers and generals dating back way more than he expected.
Eventually his mother managed to enroll him in a school in Germany called Berlin High, generic in his mother's opinion, but was known for it's excellent teachers. Going with it he said goodbye to his parents and left for Germany. In Germany he joined the track team again and he proved to be a good student to which the teachers praised his passion and determination but condemned him too for being way too stubborn for his own good. The Japanese German Headmaster took a notice to him and decided to let him form a Boxing club in school despite protests from teachers. He led the club for a time before leaving in order to focus on academics. However with more and more of the schools and businesses being acquired by the Kiryuin family Headmaster Kenta Sanshiro acquired him for a mission to Kyushu, Japan to overthrow the growing power that was taking over the town and the school. Aaron agreed to this in order to find some way to fight back against the juggernaut and to see what the fuss was about the star uniform. It also was a priority to find out why exactly his mom was so busy and what exactly these people were up to.
--
Weapons: Boxing gloves, hand tape, brass knuckles
Items: Cellphone, notebook and pencils, and book on different boxing styles |
46,201 | 1,250 | 26 | 2,148 | 1,333 | This is serious, Disney! I think I have a crush on someone. Well. You know. After I kissed him. How do I deal with having a crush on someone? I THINK the hammer isn't involved. Also. Uh. He might be one of the guys with a starred uniform-
And in came trouble -- though to her it looked like a grand opportunity as she slowly grinned and pat the guy on the head. Poor kid was the one she saw get kicked right up the ass but a few minutes ago. Oh? Asking her out? Calling her pretty? This seemed like one of those Shounen Dating Sims someone tried to introduce her once (did not go well, at all). A pat on the kid's head and she took mercy on the poor soul, absolving him of his sins without taking hammer to face and nodding with a cheery expression.
"Of course, Ragdoll! You don't mind if I call you that, do you? My name is Eika Munashii, and I would love to be friends! Sadly, I've found a terrible crush on someone so I don't think we'll be able to date for the time. However, I'll be sure to bop you on the head with my Banhammer if it ever comes to it. Disneyland, whatcha think? More friends makes things easier if you truly consider it."
She was right, wasn't she? More friends meant more allies at the end of the day. More people inclined to do favors if asked of them, more people to put on the stage and play with like puppets! She couldn't be more excited to begin this school life, could she? Hell, she didn't even mind the gruff and bored look of their teacher as she put Sasaki into a headlock and pet his head like a dog while waiting.
"I don't see the problem in being myself. If you expected me to be 'average', then there would be no chance to do anything productive in this school. Seriously. Why don't you look at he big picture of anything? You're always so busy punching things both metaphorically and physically- wait...does that phrase count as a metaphor...? Anyways, lighten up. If it's a dull day, my whole job is to make it shine. And that's what I'm doing- oh right. Yeah. About that guy...Didja happen to see him? Blonde hair, blue eyes, white jacket? He seemed kinda like a deer when I cut him off..."
She wasn't even aware of what she'd done...All she was aware of was the Ragdoll under her arm and the raising of her hand when attendance came to be called in that same lifeless tone that everyone seemed to have. | Name: Eika Munashii
Age: 18
Gender: F
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No-Star. :(
Strengths:
Eika's imagination extends beyond normal grasps of a basic situation. Instead of taking the time to worry about whatever else is in the front view, Eika's concept of watching things is to put it all into boxes and point out the things that people aren't noticing.
The strength and speed that Eika has is beyond a normal human being's, naturally. She's quite strong, can take down a car even! Or so she says. Only time and exposure to such a situation will tell if she can actually do such a thing.
She's not without a pair of skates to get to and from places. Walking doesn't do it, running means you'll tire out, but skating works just fine when you need it!
She's the former leader of the Gymnastics club! She's got the flips and the tricks down-pact, if you're looking for a tutor.
Weaknesses:
Holy shi- this is here twice?! But why?! Well, having a huge imagination like Eika's can cause problems in simple solutions. She's perfectly fine to solve a harsh, near-impossible situation, but simple rush-down situations aren't so good on her mind. She can't...function well, with "simplistic" things.
Simple as it reads. Eika is extremely susceptible to anything that could cause her to get ill. She's not the best at keeping her health up and...well, yeah. Keep the spooky scary sicknesses away from her.
Eika is an idiot when it comes to her own mortality. She will run right into the danger, headfirst, and probably get fucked up by some One Stars or the like because she doesn't understand the life-saving concept of BACKING DOWN. Someone would have to drag her kicking and screaming to get her to leave.
This one was listed twice too?! Well, hell! As one would think, having skates on all the time can prove for downsides to things. ...Like...Slippery halls. Or trying to be stealthy. Or...Standing still for long periods of time. Yeah. That stuff.
Favorite Activity: Death-defying gymnastics club!
Personality: Are you in need of a girl that can brighten up the mood through any uncanny means? Are you looking for a girl willing to jump over a pool of sharks to get a meatbun because you said you wanted to see it? Look no further! Eika Munashii is here and ready to party for the rush! She's the girl that throws her teammates over her shoulder and keeps on trucking, she's the tank in your MMO that builds damage for the shits and the giggles, and she's the girl that...generally does nothing normal. Eika is the girl that you find drinking a water bottle by biting off the bottom and drinking through the small holes her teeth made. This could be something of an intimidating factor if considered by a stranger, but don't worry! She doesn't bite...that's a fucking lie.
Now, combat-wise? We've got your typical assault-type. She throws her face into the fight, she starts beating shit with her hammer until it's done and said. She won't stop until the fight's done, or unless something really convinces her that she needs to take off beforehand. And god forbid if she has to run -- the girl is always up for something fun, and she might just throw a fit from it all. Regardless, she's got a heart. You won't find her murdering puppies or kicking kids. She can sometimes get out of her fight-or-fight mentality to do what she needs to...But that adrenaline rush is hard to deny, you know?
Outside of the crazy and the combat, she has some cute normal motions. Sleepy Eika? She'll snuggle up on your lap without your permission and fall asleep -- maybe even make a few sniffles or nuzzles at your stomach while she's napping. Hungry Eika? She'll mount your back or waist and demand that food be given to her and whoever else is hungry. She's a crazy girl with a heart of gold -- and doesn't everyone love having the carefree lunatic by their side now and then?
Bio: She never was really a "normal" girl. By the age of three, she was trying to ride on the family dog after watching a rodeo broadcast. By the age of five, she was in gymnastics and excelling at it to the fullest degree. Eika spent her childhood getting lectured by a doctor every day for doing something crazy. As a result, parents didn't really want their kids near her thanks to the fact that she...well, people trying to do what she did tended to get hurt. Badly. This resulted in her being without friends for a good time -- and her reventual idea of forging a club of people as "talented" as she was at doing things that most people would consider "death-defying". Thus came the creation of the aptly named "Death-Defying Gynmastics Club".
But how did she end up in Berlin Academy to start that club, anyways?
A scholarship! Her family wasn't anything rich, and paying for any kind of school would be the death of them! A public display of her flexibility that cane in the form of a "dodgeball but with knives" show displayed a plethora of traits in her: courage or stupidity that ranged far beyond the capacity of an average human being, dedication to the show and to ensure that all in the crowd and participating were safe -- general consideration. Most, if not all, were good traits of an aspiring student, and thus, Berlin Academy became her home for the years to come as she relaxed. And that was where the point came of the Death-Defying Gymnastics Club's birth. Did she have problems nestling into the mannerisms and ways that the Berlin Academy worked? Not at all, actually, she was too busy making up a new creative "show" in her head to worry about that -- people just were unfortunate to gravitate to her thanks to her "starry-eyed" way of looking at the club activities.
But how was it that she came to be chosen for the mission to bring down the Kiryuin family? Eika didn't need some fancy damn explanation, like anyone else. There wasn't any family grudge that she was doing it for, or to save people, or to stop the slow domination of the Kiryuin empire over everything else. The mission was spoken to her, and she only needed to ask one question before anything else in order to decide whether her acceptance was even a potential or not.
"Can I make it all into a show?"
Confusing as the question was, the answer was responded with a simple "Yes" to satisfy the girl's uncanny choice of priorities.
And she joined just like that. All for the sake of making a grand show out of it all.
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Weapons: The Banhammer - A giant fucking hammer a little more than twice her size. Some people wonder how she wields it! She states it's a manufacturer's secret. It's made out of life fibers.
Items: A plush doll shaped in the form of a rabbit | A keychain at her size shaped like a violet and black X | Several heavy-duty chords tied around her legs for utility usage.
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Other: {DON'T LOSE YOUR WAY}
As the Gymnastics club leader, she's got an understanding on how to reset broken bones. Mainly because she's broken a lot of them. |
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