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47,102 | 1,274 | 112 | 2,546 | 1,210 | A serious answer wasn't given to his question to the Ofromians. Fiddlesticks wasn't surprised, though it did make his secret mission a whole lot more complicated. He reminded himself though, that the people at the party sounded drunk and rowdy. Surely it wouldn't be such a grand feat to find someone with some rather unconventional tastes in robotic partners.
A thought suddenly struck Fiddlesticks. The ladybug cleaner bot didn't reveal the appearance of their online love interest. Without a second thought, Fiddlesticks bolted from bridge of the Quest for Flavour.
Fiddlesticks ran through the halls of the Quest for Flavour , searching for the ladybug cleanerbot, but to no avail. Searched high and low he did, though he didn't call out for it. This was a secret mission after all. The business Fiddlesticks had with the cleanerbot had to be kept secret. Surely anyone else would've gladly helped him find the adorable little bot, but alas, explanations would've been demanded.
Fiddlesticks gave up the search a short time after the ship landed. The ships landing was so smooth that he didn't even notice it at the time. Only when he peeked out of one of the many portholes did he realise that the Quest for Flavour made terra firma.
Fiddlesticks decided that he'd figure something out at the party. Improvisation was a skill that Fiddlesticks prided himself on, but seldom demonstrated well. And so he ventured back towards the bridge to rejoin the rest of the crew. To his surprise, everyone else was gone.
Leaving Fiddlesticks behind, typical sentient being move. There was no time for self pity though, for he was late. Late for a very important date. Fiddlesticks figured that the rest of the crew would've left for the party already, so as not to offend the hosts. Not every planet had the concept of being fashionably late after all. Fiddlesticks hurried out of the bridge, towards the retractable exit ramp of the ship.
Of course, when Fiddlesticks walked upon the landing pad, nobody else was around. That was the time he noticed the strange creature crawl from the side of the Quest for Flavour, and into the open maintenance hatch. And so began Fiddlesticks subterranean misadventure.
The relief Fiddlesticks felt when he found the ladybug cleaner bot down in the maintenance tunnels was palpable. He was starting to get lonely and little freaked, being down there by himself. Fiddlesticks was pretty sure that he was lost at that point. Surely the cleaner bot knew the way out. | Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!?
Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short....
Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off.
Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right?
Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD!
Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd
An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon.
Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM |
47,103 | 1,274 | 113 | 2,546 | 1,210 | You're not here to take me back? I'm not going back! I'm going to be free, and, and go wherever I want! I'm going to meet Tabby! She... the robot's voice quietened down to a low whisper, "...well, she likes that other me, not the me-me. Hmm."
"I have no idea what you're talking about little cleaner bot" stated Fiddlesticks. "All I know is that I'm lost and I need hot chocolate, and maybe a hug. It's scary and gross down here." Fiddlesticks explained.
"Luckily I have my lucky spanner with me." said Fiddlesticks, patting the giant spanner strapped to his back. "Anyways, what are you doing down here little guy?" he asked. | Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!?
Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short....
Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off.
Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right?
Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD!
Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd
An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon.
Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM |
47,104 | 1,274 | 114 | 1,047 | 511 | Good Cop, Bad Cop - On The Landing Pad
Maracun Cropman's arms shot up into the air as best they could; the cut of the jacket really didn't suit such a sudden motion, and the Prax Slitharii were a species blessed with so many elbows that the Galactic Union of Contortionists barred Twitchers from membership because it'd put most of them out of business. Maracun tried his hardest to remain perfectly still in the face of a rifle, even as his twitching antennae sought to betray whatever air of cool confidence he could still cling to.
Then came the hug, and Maracun stammered out something that sounded more like a string of meaningless syllables than anything truly intelligible, but the general gist of it - going by tone, at least - was that he was much happier being hugged rather than being shot. The rifle was still there, of course, and all four of his eyes were staring quite intently at Vanessa's trigger finger for any sign that she was feeling twitchy.
"This. Way. It, uh, m-mind if you ask your, uh, friend, if they'd put down the piece," Maracun cajoled his tongue and his brain to work together for just enough time to translate a coherent thought into a mostly coherent sentence, "um, I've got to, uh, I'll have to give the knock, let... let them open it from the other side, you know?"
Fiddlesticks Goes On An Adventure - Under The Landing Pad
Grimy water dripped from the ceiling of the maintenance tunnel. Here and there were some light fixtures, set behind layers of protective red plastic and metal grating, primed to illuminate the whole scene in a comforting red glow, but they sat dormant for now. Pale, almost translucent insects danced about in the dim light of the cleaner bot's screen. Some of them wore little hats made of discarded paper and plastics that had washed up here. The need to party in Ofromia ran all the way down the food chain, it seemed. They paid no mind to the confused duo.
The robot took a few tentative steps towards Fiddlesticks. The face on the screen flickered between two different states; confusion and concern. There was still a chance, considered this rogue copy of the Ship AI, that this was a trick - after all, that's exactly what it would do in this situation.
"Lost? I'll just connect us to the ship, I'll get it to ask for th-"
The face on the screen disappeared, replaced by a dull console with lines of green text running down it.
>failed to connect to QoF_Network1Fore
>failed to connect to QoF_Network2Aft
>failed to connect to QoF_COFFEEMATE2000
>failed to connect to QoF_FileshareANIME
>failed to connect to QoF_DocFroNet
>failed to connect to HR_CustomerNet
>checking for available networks
>connecting to OFR_Undernet
>login: guest
>password: ***********
>failed to connect! check password
>password: *****
>failed to connect! check password
>password: *********
>failed to connect
The face came back to the screen, looking quite pleased with itself.
"Great news! I am lost too! No turning back now, I'm free! We are going on a date!"
From somewhere further down the tunnel, further into the darkness, came an ominous rumbling. | The Meanwhile Directory
The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what.
Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe. |
47,105 | 1,274 | 115 | 673 | 764 | Before the ship was locked a final ‘person’ joined the party, a trench coat hovering slightly above the ground with a balloon, which had a smiley face drawn on it, sticking out where ahead might be, two little sticks poking out the bottom that were clearly not supporting the rest of the construction and two grabber sticks coming out of the sleeves. This oddity lurched oddly down the ramp, the legs ineffectual trying to imitate walking, before it stopped in front of Elarin. If you where to listen closely the sound of several voices engaged in a brief argument along with the sound of someone typing could be heard from the chest of the balloon head man. Right afterwards the unmistakable sound of microsoft sam speaking for the contraption could be heard coming from just below the balloon.
”Hello fellow solo, what a wonderful day it is to be an individual. I am looking forward to this party we ar going to. Oh yes indeed. As a pilot you will make an excellent wingman. Come, we go forwards as two completely independent individuals ”
The balloon man then staggered off drunkenly after the rest of the swarm.
Some of the bees had arrived at the door and, placing their ear and antenna to the door overheard the situation on the other side. It appears the suspicions may have been correct, these scoundrels had intercepted Hip Kallo and stolen his clothes and identity (poorly)
”good work you two. Toony keep ahold of our friend there as he does the knock. Vanessa as soon as the door opens pop behind the two scoundrels that are waiting on the other side with the actual greeter, while we take the front”
The bees collected around the door, the soldiers drawing their rifles and the red shirt bees drawing their small stinger swords and laser pistols. The whole armed swarm buzzed in a hemisphere around the door as the civilian specialists buzzed round out of the way, hugging the side of the dome. The only ones not doing this where the those in little black hats, hawaiian shirts, nintendo power gloves and oddly shaped glasses who were ineffectual bashing random combinations into the keypad while spewing the kind of technobabble and cliché remarks you find in 90 hacker movies. Unsurprisingly they were not getting much done, but they were providing a nice synthwave backing track as they did their hacking montage, so the Mind let them continue. | Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees)
Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc.
Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch .
Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on?
Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing.
Membership Number:
αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does
History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain. |
47,106 | 1,274 | 116 | 175 | 3,684 | OK sure fine. Toony said. Following Will's request, she maneuvered the snake person to the door of the party house and freed one of his arms so he could knock. While on her way there she extended the backside of her dress down to the ground, using it to collect rocks and other objects as she passed by them. She doubted the snakeman would see any of these odd shenanigans though, considering she tried to keep him in place.
"Go on now. I'm sure they'd love to see your cute little new robot girlfriend." Toony sarcastically said. The Bees had also gone into motion, acting as a little army of sorts. And with Vanessa being as quick as she was, Toony would probably have to go full on battle mode, much to her annoyance. | Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny.
Appearance:
Species Name & Description:
Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations.
Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer.
Useful Skills & Abilities:
Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most.
Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon.
Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical.
Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?"
History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship. |
47,107 | 1,274 | 117 | 2,546 | 1,210 | The ladybug cleanerbot emitted a dull light from its interface. The console it presented was interesting to say the least. Why did the Quest for flavour have two different networks for the fore and aft of the ship? Secondly, why did it try to connect to the coffee machine? Maybe connecting to human resources would've helped though in Fiddlesticks experience, people who worked in that department were as catty as they were useless. Learning that the Quest for Flavour had an anime cache was a nice surprise. Maybe he could watch some comedy/slice of life anime with Vanessa later on after the mission. Girls seemed to like that genre. Fiddlesticks was more of a shounen fan himself.
The face came back to the screen, looking quite pleased with itself.
"Great news! I am lost too! No turning back now, I'm free! We are going on a date!" chimed the cleaner bot.
Fiddlesticks thought it an unusual attitude to have towards being lost in what was essentially a dungeon from a video game. Still, adventures weren't always supposed to be comfy and fun. In fact, adventures were their most interesting when they weren't. But Fiddlesticks wasn't looking for an adventure. He had a secret mission to undertake! Though if something adventurous were to happen, Fiddlesticks would hardly turn away. As long as there were people around to show off his courage. When Fiddlesticks was alone though, that was an entirely different story. Alone, he was as cowardly as they came.
"Well cleaner bot, at least we're lost together." said Fiddlesticks. He petted the robot on the head affectionately. It felt cold and kinda damp.
"I thought you were too shy to see your date. Wasn't that the point of my secret mission?" asked Fiddlesticks.
"Maybe you missed your date so much that you couldn't stay away" teased Fiddlesticks.
From somewhere further down the tunnel, further into the darkness, came an ominous rumbling.
"What's that noise?" fiddlesticks asked.
He knelt down to put his fingers to the floor. He took off one of his gloves and touched the ground for a few seconds.
No tremors were felt. It probably was neither a quake nor a large lumbering thing. Still, smaller creatures that neither lumbered nor caused slight tremors were still dangerous. No footsteps were heard, so whatever it was, didn't have legs.
The rumbling sounded mechanical in nature so it definitely wasn't an organic creature. Creatures didn't rumble, they either growled or purred.
Narrowing it down, Fiddlesticks surmised that it was either a wheeled robot that ran on a primitive internal combustion engine or some kind of power generator. Seeing as Fiddlesticks was lost in the maintenance tunnels with a cleaner bot with fully realised AI, the answer seemed obvious. But the universe can be a very surprising place, but also a disappointingly anticlimactic one. A lesson Fiddlesticks has learned many times before.
"You think we should check it out?" Fiddlesticks asked the cleaner bot. | Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!?
Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short....
Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off.
Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right?
Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD!
Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd
An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon.
Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM |
47,108 | 1,274 | 118 | 2,592 | 356 | Vanessa kept her rifle trained on the twitcher as Toony maneuvered him to the door. She had picked up Toony's signal just fine, but didn't really want to start shooting just yet. Bloodshed would ruin the party, but the threat of such was likely the only way to deal with the twitchers that had been attempting to hijack the party. If they were small time or wannabe gangsters, then the threat of violence would likely get them to back down quickly since most of them didn't react well to being met with equal or greater force.
As The Bees and Toony manipulated the door in an attempt to get it open, Vanessa moved carefully. She kept her rifle shouldered, but aimed it now at the door rather than Maracun. Maracun was no longer a threat, but whoever was behind the door could potentially be seen as a problem. Vanessa wanted to be ready encase the twitchers inside were mounting a defense of somekind and greeted them with weapons drawn. With her rifle being a physical projectile rather than a more common laser, she was also fortunate to not have to worry about shields, since most of the time they were built to absorb laser heat rather than stop or deflect physical bullets.
With everyone else manning the door, Vanessa could do little else but wait now, and thus she waited for them to open the door and encounter whatever problem lay on the other side. Her grip on the rifle shifted slightly as she waited. Her gloves kept her sweat from making the rifle slick, but it was nice to keep as optimal of a grip as you could. | Name: Vanessa Kiyvana
Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble.
Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears.
Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration.
Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold.
Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor.
Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat.
Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton.
Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red...
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry."
History: Do what comes natural. |
47,109 | 1,274 | 119 | 1,047 | 511 | Getting Your Foot In The Door
To the beat inadvertently provided by the bees hammering at random buttons on the keypad to the door, Maracun knocked three times in rapid succession, paused, then knocked a fourth time. Held tightly in place by Toony, and keenly aware that that bloody great big rifle was still somewhere behind him, he squirmed about awkwardly as the door remained closed. Maracun's life flashed before his eyes. His seventh birthday party. His first crush. His first job as a professional henchman. His father's dying words to him. His graduation ceremony from Ofromia Criminal Universi-
The door slid open.
On the other side stood two gentlemen, who were clearly not entirely sure what was about to happen, but were willing to see how events would unfold. The one on the left looked like a pan-humanoid and a warthog had given birth to a grumpy looking hybrid offspring, and it smelled like one too. Tusks jutted out at uncomfortable looking angles from his mouth. His body was covered in fine hairs and rough scars. Dressed in an angular black and gold suit, his hands clutching a sturdy looking wooden bat, this was clearly the muscle of the trio. Obviously, this left the one on the right to be the brains of the group. It was specially obvious as this pan-humanoid replaced the top of his skull with a clear synthetic material, which afforded unlucky viewers the opportunity to see his throbbing, twitching brain, tastefully lit in blue by strategically embedded lights. He wore the same style of off-the-shelf suit that Boss Hog did, though he didn't fill it out in nearly the same way.
Behind them, a green lump of slime bubbled and moaned to itself.
Behind that, the city of Ofromia loomed. There was no natural light inside the dome. The street level was a headache of neon pink and blue, bustling with crowds of people. None of them seemed to care that a crime had been committed under their noses, and they probably wouldn't give a damn about the crimes that were likely to unfold next.
The Continuing Misadventures Of Fiddlesticks & A Cleaning Robot
The insects continued to dance in the light. Tiny little drinks were being served. Barely audible to most, a little insect band struck up a mournful sort of song. A miniature banner unfurled from the wall of the maintenance tunnel to quiet little cheers. The banner simply said "End Of The World Party", and their little party went on.
Meanwhile, in the world of regular sized, non-insect based life, the cleaner bot barely suppressed the urge to clean the exposed hand of Fiddlesticks. From the robots perspective, his hand now glowed a bright red, was surrounded by exclamation marks, and flagged with a tag which highlighted the importance of proper hand hygiene. The AI had yet to find a way of turning off this helpful heads up display, and so instead turned to look further down the maintenance tunnel, towards the odd sound.
"The mission is still on, but this way I can be right there too, to help, you know. To guide you. I'm not jealous of your biological body with it's statistically significant levels of attractiveness or those weird smells, you know," it was for the best that the robot turned away from Fiddlesticks, because the little face on the screen was frowning, "we should investigate this, maybe, maybe there's a way in this way..."
The nature of the noise changed. There was the rumbling, of course, but now there was the telltale sound of rushing water. The dormant lights in the maintenance tunnel sprang to life, bathing the whole tunnel in a cheery red glow.
"...that's so much better, I can see where I'm going now!" | The Meanwhile Directory
The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what.
Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe. |
47,110 | 1,274 | 120 | 2,546 | 1,210 | The rumbling sound grew louder. Its source seemed closer now. Fiddlesticks began to notice a small runnel of water along the base of the wall to his left. He was sure that it wasn't there before. The thought that struck him chilled him more than any terrifying creature or manic machine.
Fiddlesticks was completely wrong in his estimations. He was trying to identify a creature or some kind of machine. What he didn't take into account were freak acts of nature. To be fair though, Fiddlesticks wasn't familiar with neither the weather patterns of the planet nor the architecture of its cities.
Regrets mattered little at that moment. What mattered was how quickly one thought, how quickly one acted. Fiddlesticks promised himself that if he ever got out of the maintenance tunnel maze alive, he would research the architecture and geography of each planet they undertake missions on. He didn't even familiarise himself with the engine room of the Quest for Flavour. Sometimes it freaked Fiddlesricks out, the prospect that one day, his irresponsibility would catch up to him. It seemed that the day had came at last.
The cleaner bot stammered something about being jealous or whatever. Fiddlesticks didn't really listen though, for he was deathly afraid.
The dormant lights in the maintenance tunnel sprang to life, bathing the whole tunnel in a cheery red glow.
"...that's so much better, I can see where I'm going now!" piped up the ladybug cleaner bot cheerfully.
Not even a minute passed when Fiddlesticks noticed that the small runnel of water to his left doubled in size. His heart felt like it seized in his chest, for his worst suspicion was confirmed. He put his leather glove back on his hand then stood back up.
"Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no! This is bad!" announced Fiddlesticks. "We have to get out of her cleaner bot! The tunnels are flooding! We're gonna drown if we don't get out of here soon!" shouted Fiddlesticks. "Well, I'll drown anyway. But you'll be lost down here, forever! Assuming you're waterproof of course!" continued Fiddlesticks.
Calm down Fiddlesticks old boy, he thought to himself. There was no use getting all freaked out. He just had to remember to keep his cool and think of something. Being all stressed would only make things worse. That's what all the survival video games said anyway.
"Cleaner bot, switch to sonar mode! Please have sonar mode!" Fiddlesticks pleaded. He hoped that he could use the cleaner bots sonar to help quickly map out the maze like tunnels, in order to find a way out. If not, then at least find a safe place to await rescue attempts.
"Bees! Help us! We're down here! Captain Bees! Please! Help! shouted Fiddlesticks. He hoped against hope that one of the many small openings in the wall would be a pipe that reached up to the surface. A pipe that the bees could squeeze through.
Fiddlesticks plan was to use the bees to fly through the tunnels to emit sound, in order the greatly increase the range of the cleaner bots sonar mapping. If either the bot lacked sonar mapping or if the none of the bees could hear his pleas for help, then the plan was kaput. Only some kind of deus ex machina could save Fiddlesticks and the ladybug cleanerbot then. | Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!?
Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short....
Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off.
Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right?
Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD!
Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd
An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon.
Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM |
47,111 | 1,274 | 121 | 2,546 | 1,210 | Hey kids!
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Hendersons safety seats. Buy yours today. | Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!?
Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short....
Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off.
Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right?
Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD!
Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd
An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon.
Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM |
47,112 | 1,274 | 122 | 175 | 3,684 | Well this was an interesting situation. Both of them having a hostage, and Toony wasn't sure exactly how much they valued their own cohort. If Vanessa could get their hostage away, Toony could both hold their hostage, and swap into sentry mode and scare or strong arm the other two goons into surrendering. "Hey Vanessa, any chance you can get that hostage away from those guys? I can handle the firefighting if you do." Toony said over the comms so the goons couldn't hear them. So far it seemed like there wasn't any danger, but Toony was on alert to deal with a fight if it broke out. | Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny.
Appearance:
Species Name & Description:
Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations.
Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer.
Useful Skills & Abilities:
Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most.
Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon.
Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical.
Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?"
History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship. |
47,113 | 1,274 | 123 | 673 | 764 | When it came down to it a single bee was not that intimidating. The pint sized humanoids with their buzzing wings and tiny armaments were, frankly, rather adorable individually. However such a large group and perhaps more importantly, the accompanying angry drone their buzzing wings were producing was probably just a little intimidating or at least so the Mind hoped.
”Hello slime-balls, please release the slime-boy and nobody gets hurt”
Meany meany tiny weapons had their safeties switched off, the bees leering at the pair as the numerous high pitched whines that accompanied the laser weapons warming up.
Some of the bees that had been hunting around had ended up close enough to fiddlesticks to hear his panicked yelling, so while the Mind focused on the situation upstairs Fiddlesticks was left to the whims of the bees that had not balk at poking their heads in the presumably sewage system. The half a dozen bees came out of various pipes and tunnels and waved hello, rather curious as to what Fiddlesticks needed. (feel free to control them for what you need to do, for expediency.) | Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees)
Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc.
Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch .
Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on?
Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing.
Membership Number:
αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does
History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain. |
47,114 | 1,274 | 124 | 2,592 | 356 | As the door slid open, Vanessa tensed in preperation for the need to shoot her rifle. As the moments ticked on, Vanessa noticed that nothing was really happening. The warthog was holding a baseball bat, but the brainiac seemed to be unarmed. Vanessa wanted to remove any ounce of confidence that the warthog had in his capabilities, and thus began to aim very gently at the baseball bat in his hands. Before she fired, she heard Toony ping her on the commlinks they were all provided and ask her if she could teleport the slime out. The first problem with this is that teleporting was rather limited. Teleporting another organic being was simply far too risky to be viable. The risk for them getting lost in the ether during the brief moment of teleportation was simply far too high to consider it a useful talent. Small inorganic items, like plates of food, were at little to no risk of separation. They weren't complex. Things that were alive were typically much more complex and thus much more likely to be lost in the journey. Once you were lost in the ether after a teleportation mishap, it was frequently impossible for any previous companions to find you once again. On top of that, slimes were disgusting and Vanessa didn't want to ruin her suit by trying to scoop one up only to have it fall out of her hands due to being a mostly liquid creature.
Thus, Vanessa replied to Toony with. "Negative, but I can do this..." Before pulling the trigger to her rifle. A sharp crack resounded from the barrel of the rifle and a .303 British round snapped downrange and shattered the baseball bat that the Warthog was holding, leaving it nothing more than a useless splintered mess. Vanessa quickly pulled the ejector handle downwards, which sent a smoking brass case flipping out of the rifle. Vanessa caught it in her teeth and she loaded another round and pulled the ejector back up, sealing the breech and rendering the gun ready to fire once again. Vanessa had the gun on target in a matter of moments. Subtle smoke wafted from the .303 British casing clutched in her molars, and Vanessa aimed lower on the Warthogs frame. She was aiming towards the kneecaps to incapacitate him should the Warthog begin to move. It wasn't a non-lethal shot, as many people falsely believed. A shot to the leg was just as dangerous due to the presence of several large veins that would eagerly make a large mess. But, it was much more survivable than a shot to the head or a shot to the chest as long as prompt and proper medical attention was given. Thus, Vanessa aimed for his knees.
With nothing more to do now, Vanessa waited to see who would make the next move. | Name: Vanessa Kiyvana
Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble.
Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears.
Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration.
Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold.
Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor.
Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat.
Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton.
Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red...
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry."
History: Do what comes natural. |
47,115 | 1,274 | 125 | 1,047 | 511 | So that's how it is, huh? No 'good morning', no 'how's your mother', just straight to the insults and threa-
The Brain was interrupted by the sound of a wooden bat exploding into a cloud of splinters and did what most normal people would do in such a situation; he flinched, ducked, and covered his precious face. In his defense, however, this was Henchman Training 101 and a good daily skincare routine gave him a face to die for, or indeed, kill for. The threat of roving gangs of unscrupulous cosmetic surgoens in some neighbourhoods was very real indeed.
Boss Hog, on the other hand, didn't move or flinch, and for his troubles, received quite a lot of damage to his suit and a few bloody scratches from the slpintering wood. He did not look like a model of civility and happiness prior to losing his bat, and whatever self-control that was holding him back from simply lashing out with his hands was beginning to fray. There were signs, subtle ones, that something was going to snap within Boss Hog at any moment - his jaw squared, his muscles tensing, his eyes narrowing. Maracun, still firmly in Toony's grip, knew the signs, and began to squirm about a little, trying to free himself to no avail.
"-threats, I was gonna say threats. You want this slimy fella? What's he to you lot? The Capatians own half the streets and throw the parties to prove it, the Heron's haven't got jack, you're picking the wrong bleeding fight here. Heron isn't worth it."
As far as appeals to reason and veiled threats went, it wasn't absolutely terrible, but it certainly lost a lot of it's impact as The Brain was still cowering slightly. Given the choice between trying to look imposing and not catching a bullet or a laser beam (or a dozen laser beams) to the face, he knew hat he wanted, and that was to be able to spend an hour looking in the mirror after all this was over to check for any errant splinters.
"Deploying towed array sonar!"
A little hatch on the back of the cleaner bot flipped open, and a long coil of rope explosively launched out from it. The rope had a string of little sensors mounted along it, each in it's own little clear plastic enclosure. The force of the deployment system knocked the cleaner robot on to it's face and, after scrambling back on to it's feet, it looked up to Fiddlesticks. It was smiling, clearly happy to provide some help, even if it's action was of very little help indeed. Quite why a cleaner bot would be equipped to detect submarines was something of a mystery, but it probably had something to do with the laundry system on board the Quest for Flavour.
The bees, above the whole sorry scene, happily waved down from the safety of a tunnel that intersected the ceiling of the one Fiddlesticks and the Cleaner Bot found themselves in. A rather flimsy grating provided a place for the bees to sit and watch what happens next; one of the more enterprising bees was taking bets. The odds weren't good.
From further down the tunnel, the mechanical sound of doors opening could be heard, and the water sounded just that little bit closer. The insects wound up their party and began to arrange themselves into neat rows, awaiting their own watery doom with a certain amount of dignity and grace. | The Meanwhile Directory
The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what.
Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe. |
47,116 | 1,274 | 126 | 2,546 | 1,210 | Yay! Go cleaner bot! You rock! cheered Fiddlesticks. He danced a little jig, without a care in the world. The splashing of the water off his feet coupled with the feeling of wetness sobered his mood very quickly.
The small runnel of water now took up the entire floor of the tunnel. The water was still a couple of centimeters deep though. They still had time.
In those dark tunnels, sonar mapping was a godsend. Without it, Fiddlesticks and the bot would have both been hopelessly lost. No doubt he found it puzzling that a cleaner bot would have sonar mapping installed. But during their ordeal, Fiddlesticks was just thankful that it did. Questions were for times when drowning wasn't a real threat. Even Fiddlesticks knew that. A practical mindset to be sure.
A familiar buzzing was heard from the pipes in the walls and in the ceiling. Pieces of the captains body came flying out. To almost anyone else, that would be both a disgusting and disturbing prospect. When it came to the crew of the Quest for Flavour though, it certainly was not. Their captain was a sentient swarm of bees after all. Much to the relief of the hapless duo, some of the captain bees came to save the day. Much to the disappointment of Fiddlesticks in particular, there were not enough. Only six bees!?
"Hey bees! I'm so glad you're all here! Could you guys help us find a way out!? Things are going to get a lot more wet around here!" asked Fiddlesticks. Words couldn't describe how glad he was that they were there.
"Hey cleaner bot. Do you think we have enough bees to divide them up into three scouting parties?" Fiddlesticks asked the ladybug cleaner bot. | Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!?
Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short....
Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off.
Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right?
Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD!
Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd
An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon.
Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM |
47,117 | 1,274 | 127 | 673 | 764 | ”And I’m sure you were just the politest and most pleasant bunch when you beat up and stole Hip Kallo’s clothes.”
The mind was rather confused as to why there appeared to be a gang conflict of some kind revolving around parties on this planet and was currently ruining down the hiveminds list of negotiation tactics, which suggested additional threats/taunting. The Bees were more distressed that this was looking less like a throw a party gig and more of a security detail, which meant that they weren't going to be allowed to get drunk on mead any time soon and that was a travesty. They suffered a -20 penalty to morale as a result. They were all ready to launch into tirades about these thugs despoiling the noble art of the party with their brutish ways when the the banner of the interplanetary space friends was brought through the door by its carriers and the Mind kept talking, having decided on its course of belittling and self aggrandizement .
”see this banner, that is who we are and we don’t back down from a request for help, so you and your mates better bugger off and leave us be. We are here to help throw a party, I don’t see why you're so threatened by that? Think your Capatians can’t do better than a bunch of drifters? Go prove it rather than sticking around here playing mobster. Which your really bad at by the way.
There was a chorus of agreement from the bees as they buzzed in closer, coming through the door now that it was obvious the thugs were out gunned and as they were itching to give these no good scoundrels a good stinging for ruining the festive mood they had all been in.
One of the bees down with fiddlesticks had been in charge of holo-umbrellas and so at his mention of it getting wet the bee handed out 5 little handles to the other bees, which then projected very flimsy force fields above them to keep them safe from rain. Naturally this would completely useless against the oncoming torrent that could be heard flowing down the pipes towards them, but the pink, green and blue neon glowing umbrellas did provide a little light. So as they did whatever scouting the cleaner bot required the bees would be easily spotted through the gloom by the glowing fields they now carried. | Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees)
Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc.
Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch .
Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on?
Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing.
Membership Number:
αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does
History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain. |
47,118 | 1,274 | 128 | 1,047 | 511 | The Brain took a step back as the swarm of bees began muscling their way through the door, not that either of the two goons were making much of an attempt to stop them. Their robotic maid still held Maracun hostage and Boss Hog wouldn't have had much luck against a horde of bees. They were outsiders, self-avowed drifters, after all, who clearly didn't appreciate the importance of the parties in Ofromia. The Brain was the sort of person who attached considerable significance to the value of information and the value of his own skin.
"Sorry, Maracun, but we're not fighting to preserve yer honour today," the Brain finally stood up straight and, just before patting his hog-like companion on the shoulder, he paused and thought better of it, "come on, Hogger, you can be the one to tell the boss that he's got nothing to worry about."
It took a while for the suggestion to leave Maracun to the tender mercies of the crew to penetrate the thick skin, thick skull and thick brain of Hogger. A more intelligent creature would listen with their ears, which would have been considerably easier. Hogger was a very literal minded and simple creature, and had done things 'the hard way' so often that it'd become the philosophy that guided his life. Hogger snorted and walked away, accompanying the Brain, into the crowds of people that drifted through the neon streets of Ofromia.
Maracun expressed his displeasure at being left behind with a rude gesture towards the back of Hogger and Brain. Hip Kallo gurgled on the floor in front of them. The banner of the International Space Friends fluttered proudly in the breeze caused by the flow of air through the open door.
Armed with tiny little GloBrellas, the bees organised themselves into three teams, based on the colourful glow. The team with pink GloBrellas insisted that they were now to be referred to as Team A, and were made up of tough, no-nonsense bees that didn't play by the rules, but they got the job done. The blue team opted to take the rather more prestigious name of Team B, and declared that they were young, up-and-coming heroes with hearts of gold and something to prove to the world. The final team, quite clearly a little unhappy about not being Team B, explained that they would be The B Team, and that they were a team of mercenaries who were framed for a crime they didn't commit, and have since escaped to clear their name and do good deeds. None of these elaborate backstories were true, but the bees were impressionable when it came to SpaceTV, and far from the guiding hand of the Will, they were free to indulge in their elaborate fantasies and their love of dividing themselves into arbitrary groups.
The leader of each of the three teams looked expectantly towards Fiddlesticks.
"Team A reporting in. Twenty eight years on the force," the bee was putting on a gruff voice, even though it had to speak up to be heard, "and this is how they repay me? You gotta be kidding me. I'm turning in my badge and my gun after this assignment."
"Team B, here to save the day," this bee struck a pose, holding the GloBrella like a sword, "we can do it! Yeah!"
"You know what they say," the third bee wore a little eye-patch, and somebody had gone to draw stubble around his chin, which grew more smudged as he stroked it in thought, "if you've got a problem, and if nobody else can help you, and if you can find us, well, we're The B Team." | The Meanwhile Directory
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Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe. |
47,119 | 1,274 | 129 | 2,592 | 356 | With The Brain and Hogger leaving, Vanessa lowered her rifle from it's position on her shoulder. She gave a deep sigh and took the casing out of her teeth. Tucking the spent casing into her suit, Vanessa lowered the ejection lever on her rifle and pulled the unspent round from the chamber. Tucking it back into her suit with the empty casing, Vanessa then closed the action of her rifle, sealing it. She would need to clean it later, but the extensive process could wait for now. Tapping her communicator, Vanessa opened a channel to Toony again and spoke quickly. "He's yours. Do what you will." Vanessa then took a few moments of silence before correcting herself. "Wait, what am I thinking? Ask the captain. Disregard that."
Crossing her arms, Vanessa let her rifle rest between them and looked about the landing area. Vanessa then raised an eyebrow at a discernible lack of a certain crewmember. A second glance around confirmed her suspicions, and she opened a global communication line to everyone. "Does anybody know where Fiddlesticks went? He's not here." Should Fiddlesticks have a communicator of his own, he would hear this as well since Vanessa opened a global line to all the crewmembers. However, should he not have a communicator then he would not hear the transmission, and be left in the dark about the sudden awareness of his absence from the group. Vanessa gave a few sniffs, but could only smell the current occupants of the landing platform. Looking around again, Vanessa didn't see anywhere he might have wandered off to.
Fiddlesticks previously relentless flirting had been quite annoying, but that wasn't nearly enough for Vanessa to wish harm upon him. With nothing more to do at the moment than wait for a confirmation or denial from anyone or everyone, Vanessa waited. She hated the waiting, but knew that it was an important skill to have. Rash actions often ended badly, though sometimes they were needed in order to actually accomplish things. However, it was better to be patient first. Doing something extreme just because you couldn't wait a few moments was really rather childish, and a rational mind would allow events to unfold and responses to happen.
Hopefully they unfolded in time. | Name: Vanessa Kiyvana
Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble.
Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears.
Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration.
Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold.
Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor.
Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat.
Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton.
Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red...
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry."
History: Do what comes natural. |
47,120 | 1,274 | 130 | 1,047 | 511 | TWOSDAY NIGHT REVIEW: HAMON AND TWIST
The hostages usually make up the audience for a first timer, but we happened to be sliding out of the Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty at just the right time to catch the first and last performance of Hamon and Twist. Down here, where nobody thinks to talk about anything unless it's got seven zeroes after it, young artists are struggling to make themselves known. Those that don't burn out burn up, horrifying and entertaining audiences in equal measure. "There but for the mutually assured destruction clause in my insurance go I," as the saying goes.
Hamon and Twist, aged too old and too young respectively, were already negotiating with the security of Rantan Tower for a chance to reload and find their missing limbs by the time we arrived at the crime scene. There'd already been two casualties, courtesy of the sort of ridiculous firepower you'd only see at the birthday party of an adrenaline addicted five year old. The back wall of the Rantan Tower lobby was transformed into the worst sort of abstract expressionism. It was hard to tell exactly where the bodies began or when my recurring nightmares about it will end.
Seeing no real artistic merit in it, neither I or any of my drinking companions wanted to stay, but we were encouraged to remain as witnesses by the Ranton Tower security team. I told them we'd seen it all before, desperate newcomers to the scene hoping to make it big by fighting their way up to the top. Inspector Medeski sweetened the deal, letting us decide exactly what brand of justice they'd visit upon them. He'd got a team of snipers on the building opposite on standby, a case full of grenades that explosively deployed ball-bearings and ants tweaked on a genetic level to be even angrier than you'd expect, and some vigilante off the street who offered to pay the security team money if he could go in there with his custom built flamethrower.
The drinks were kicking in at this point, and in our heightened state of meta-awareness, somebody from our group suggested using all three. If a job is worth tackling, it's worth tackling with a reckless disregard for the safety of everyone else. That's the Ofromia way, and I'll sacrifice any number of other people to see this natural order maintained in our streets. Such an obviously elegant solution to a tricky, ugly problem took everyone by surprise, none more so than Hamon and Twist, who thought that they'd just negotiated a two book publishing contract, full medical coverage and a lifetime on the chat show circuit.
They say that to reach the top in this town, you have to be lucky, exceptional and have a sound media strategy. How many other crimes went unreported last night? If Lady Fortune, made manifest by the stingy bastards that are running the Treaty into the ground so fast you'd think they were drilling for oil, hadn't dragged us past Rantan Tower at just the wrong time, would you even know the names of Hamon and Twist?
Aggro Deluxe is a freelance journalist, crime critic and campaign manager. If you're interested in a life of high-budget crime with excellent production values for a reasonable price, contact him at 88-1250-6318. | The Meanwhile Directory
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Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe. |
47,121 | 1,274 | 131 | 175 | 3,684 | Things escalated, but not in a way that was too aggressive from the looks of things. Sure Vanessa shooting one of them was a bit overboard, and the whole thing the bees were doing acting like some kinda superheroes was a bit weird, but the 'villains' didn't seem to get too aggressive. Heck, they ran off scared after a few grunts at the ragtag group of the Quest for Flavor, leaving their friend behind.
"Well, that happened." Toony said after the pig and brain guy ran away, leaving the slime hostage behind. Looking at mr. snake that Toony was holding, she decided to hold him in a much more efficient way than just using her arms. Acting more like a goo creature instead of a robot, Toony formed a cage around him and carried him like a backpack. At least until she could figure out what to do with the guy, maybe hand him over to the authorities or something.
"I'll carry him for awhile til we can drop him off. Carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, sodium, and iron are far too common." Toony said looking at the group. It was around this point that she echoed Vanessa "Wheres Fiddlesticks?" | Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny.
Appearance:
Species Name & Description:
Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations.
Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer.
Useful Skills & Abilities:
Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most.
Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon.
Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical.
Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?"
History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship. |
47,122 | 1,274 | 132 | 673 | 764 | ”That went well. Good job everyone.“
The immediate problem dealt with the many small arms of the Bess were put away and they began to slowly drift away from their battle formation. The specialists, seeing the coast was clear drifted in and started taking in the sight and sounds of the city. When the two other crew members expressed worry about Fiddlesticks the Mind absentmindedly informed them:
”He’s down in the sewers with the cleaner bot for... Some reason. Some of the bees are helping to get him out.“
The mind was a little distracted by the sensory overload coming from all the neon lights. The Bees were very fond of neon and the Mind was having to mentally nudge all of them to get them to start being useful again. Like having the medics try and work out how you resuscitate a slime person. In the end after wracking their brains the best they could do was to poke him to see if he would get up.
”hay. mr Kallo. wake up. Haaaay. The bad guys are gone. you can wake up now. Come oooon. Rise and shine.“
The hacker bees had started buzzing about trying to find a wifi hotspot or poorly protected router that they could use to look up any information on how to make Hip better and maybe find a bit more about the planet.
”Anyway, as for our prisoner, I guess we hand him over to whatever the equivalent of the cops is around here? Unless either of you have any other ideas or questions for him.“ | Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees)
Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc.
Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch .
Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on?
Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing.
Membership Number:
αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does
History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain. |
47,123 | 1,274 | 133 | 1,047 | 511 | OOC: Whoops, that's not the PREVIEW button! | The Meanwhile Directory
The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what.
Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe. |
47,124 | 1,274 | 134 | 1,047 | 511 | Maracun muttered darkly about how he was mostly sodium at this point, finding himself a prisoner rather than a hostage after his so-called allies decided to abandon him. He squirmed about a little to try and find a position that was both comfortable and offered him a modicum of dignity, to no avail. The only advice that the Gooning Made Easy handbook gave when it came to being captured was a list of useful lines to memorise (like "You'll never take me alive, copper!", "I won'ts tell you's nothing!" and "As per the ancient customs of my species, I would like to settle this legal deadlock with a fifty yard egg-and-spoon race") and a reminder that Crime Bosses, Super Villains and Mad Scientists rarely bother to pay ransoms for low-level thugs.
Hip Kallo gurgled, which for a creature composed almost entirely of slime, could have been either a good sign or a bad sign. Upon closer inspection from the bee medics, it looked like somebody had rudely shoved a canister into his body, and said canister was leaking an inky black liquid into him. It was like a little dark cloud stuck in place, as the slime worked to try and absorb whatever this stuff was. Amongst most slime based lifeforms (of which there are many spread throughout the galaxy, proving that the galaxy is generally quite a disgusting place when you get right down to it), it was generally considered extremely rude to put anything inside another slime without it's express, and written, permission.
The poking, alas, did not do much to improve Hip's state, but it did yield two useful bits of information - the thicker membrane that held the slime together in one green, slightly sticky piece was far thinner than a bee might expect it to be. The other useful bit of information is that the "inner" part of a Green Slime causes slight numbing, followed by dizziness and mild hallucinations when touched.
The Hacker Bees, a credit to the Hive, found what they were looking for - an unprotected wireless network, and got to work. There was a lot of information to be had on Ofromia, ranging from official notices from foreign governments regarding safety and travel to the planet to street-level citizens live-streaming all of their senses for the benefit of two viewers and some mediocre advertising revenue. There were quarterly fiscal reports for the tower owning families, news of exciting bank heists and dozens of message boards where locals trade party-hosting tips and long-winded insults anonymously. There were cat videos, dog videos, video cats, blogs by dogs and ads for catering companies that would serve cat-dog hybrids. One particularly helpful Hacker Bee brought up the ISF Planetary & Culinary Guide: Ofromia page.
OfromiaFrom ISF Planetary & Culinary Guide, the ad-supported guide to the Galaxy.
This article is about the city. For other uses, see Ofromia (disambiguation).
Ofromia is a city of two halves, except those halves are stacked on top of one another like a Double-Whammy Rib Sandwich. and protected by a giant solar-dome. Henderson's Ribs operates three restaurants within the city (1 2 3), providing a range of galactic favourites alongside reinterpretations of traditional Ofromian cuisine. Once a visitor is used to the social stratification in the city, Ofromia represents an exciting opportunity for tourists wishing to sample the parties of the upper level, or the performance crime of the street level. It is recommended that visitors should limit their time on the street level, even if they are insured.
Contents
1. Etymology
2. Administration
3. Culture
3.1 Restaurants
3.2 Parties
3.3 Performance Crime
4. Transport
5. See Also
Etymology Main article: Etymology of Ofromia
Ofromia is named after the planet, Ofromia, sharing a name with the nearby star (Ofromia) and Ofromia's only natural satellite, Ofromia. It was originally accepted (O RLY?) that this was due to the general silliness of the native Ofromians when faced with a First Contact Situation, but more recently, scholars at Henderson's Ribs Linguistic Clarity Department suggest it stems from a religious belief held amongst the diplomatic caste of the original Ofromians that all things are connected and stem from the nearby star of Ofromia.
Administration
Ofromia is a decentralised "tower state", with each tower providing services to their residents. Projects that require the co-operation of multiple tower-owning families are usually handled by temporary councils consisting of representatives from affected towers. Ownership of towers is based on both the social and financial standings of a family and, as families rise and fall, ownership of large areas of the city can change quite suddenly.
Culture
This is intended to provide a broad overview of Ofromia culture. For a more in-depth analysis of Ofromian culture and how it pertains to Henderson's Ribs franchising opportunities, click here
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The city of Ofromia plays host to a number of sports teams, including the Baleen All Stars, who recently won the 78th Intra-Galactic Series with a staggering victory over Pentix Heavy Industries. Highlights of the match include a half-time battle between the two team mascots and a last-minute reek to secure the historic win over Pentix. A fully featured experience-dump of the match can be purchased here and, for a limited time only, you will also receive TWO vials of tears shed by Pentix fans, harvested mechanically after the match. Makes for a perfect Gorbin present!
Restaurants
Eating in Ofromia, with the exception of Henderson's Ribs, is risky. Native cultural foods mingle alongside imported foodstuffs, creating a diverse array of flavours and ingredients. Given the lack of legislation regarding food safety in Ofromia, allergens, toxins and reconstituted sentients are rarely labelled as such in lists of ingredients, when lists of ingredients are provided. A dedicated Gastronaut, with adequate health insurance and a willingness to take their life into their own hands, could spend a whole trip on the busy street-level of the city, enjoying a galaxy of flavours.
Parties
Party culture in Ofromia is serious business. As the social standing of families within Ofromia is considered of paramount importance, parties have evolved from relatively simple affairs to elaborate, week-spanning acts of debauchery which are designed to leave guests with little doubt as to the standing of the host. The "party season" spans for two months of every year. More conservative hosts follow trends and themes for parties that were popular at the beginning of the season, while more radical party-goers will attempt to blaze their own trail, hoping to be at the forefront of new trends, or even inventing their own trends that others might follow.
Performance Crime
Lawlessness and crime are such a common occurrence on the street-level of Ofromia that, in order for a criminal to get noticed, crime has to be a performance. Performance Crime is characterised by the excessive; ludicrous targets, larger-than-life actors, elaborate costumes and, for the particularly entreprenurial, massive ticket sales. Some self-styled "super villains" began their journey on Ofromia, taking Performance Crime from the streets to the galaxy at large.
The exact reasons for artists taking up a life of Performance Crime vary. Many see it as a way "up the tower", to higher social status, as Performance Criminals have been hired to provide entertainment at parties. Money can buy some prestige in Ofromia, and a single well-received piece of Performance Crime can bring in revenue exceeding that of the average Ofromian's yearly salary, once experience-dump sales are taken into account.
Transport
Due to the demands placed on the city by the party season, Ofromia has worked diligently to expand their infrastucture over the last decade. Landing pads can support up to a Class C Ship, and cross-tower support for a centralised Space Traffic Control system has reduced accidents by 89% since it's inception. Landing fees were abolished as a meands to increase tourism, though visitors using the gravity of the planet to perform slingshot maneuvers will be heavily charged.
Within the city itself, public transport is rarely available. Locals prefer to walk from place to place, and there is rarely space on the streets for large vehicles to pass through. The frail, injured and the elderly that can afford to have their legs replaced with mechanical replacements often choose to do so, as "walking and talking" is an important part of everyday Ofromian life.
See Also
Families of Ofromia
Baleen All Stars vs Pentix Ltd (Legal Dispute)
Henderson's Ribs
List of criminals from Ofromia
List of Highest Rated Crimes in Ofromia
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Mascot Boxing | The Meanwhile Directory
The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what.
Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe. |
47,125 | 1,274 | 135 | 2,546 | 1,210 | Alright bees! Listen up! squeaked Fiddlesticks.
"I'm going to use this sophistimocated doowakky here." Fiddlesticks picked up the cleaner bot. He presented to the bees the GUI on which there was a smiley face with its tongue sticking out.
"To track you guys through the tunnels. What you're going to do is make as much noise as you guys can. Like a circus or somethin." Fiddlesticks explained.
"The noise you guys will make will bounce off the walls. Then it will be picked up by this thingy over here." he pointed to the rope with the sensors on it.
"And finally, the sounds that have been registered and calculated will reveal more of the map of these tunnels. Those will show up here." Fiddlesticks tapped the cleaner bot screen with his right index finger.
"Got it team!? Good! No time for questions!" declared Fiddlesticks.
"Team A! You guys take the left tunnel! Team B! Take the right! Team C! Go straight ahead! If you guys find any cool trinkets and such, let us know! I love treasure hunting! I remember this one time, I was with my older brother in the woods. He was like "don't eat those berries". And I was like "up yours bro". So I ate em. I think the were pink. Maybe red? Burgundy? They say they only grow after it rains. It used to rain all the time. The rain was the rainiest rain of any rain ever. I was like whoah, and my bro was like, woah! And we were like woah! And it was like totally woah! Such much woah that the woah was...." rambled Fiddlesticks.
The bees all looked at each other with awkward expressions of their faces. They then proceeded to carry out their objectives. | Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!?
Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short....
Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off.
Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right?
Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD!
Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd
An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon.
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47,126 | 1,274 | 136 | 1,047 | 511 | It was either the threat of drowning or the almost-inspiring speech that Fiddlesticks gave which drove the bees into action. Faced with the twin threats of a watery death and another motivational pep-talk, the bees nodded to one another and marshalled their forces, which also happened to make plenty of noise.
Team A, who were loudly arguing about proper procedure, what the 'super' will do if they fail and exactly which of their number is one day away from retirement, took the left and... found a dead end. It looked like this pipe would go on for a little way further, but had been converted into a food cache by a civilisation of tiny insects. Given the damp and entirely unsanitary conditions, the food would no doubt be labelled as "Almost Fresh!" if it were to appear on the shelves of some unscrupulous SpaceMarket. A few of the bees retched at the smell, and they buzzed their way back down to Fiddlesticks to report on their findings, all the while trying to clean themselves with their cute little hands.
"It's a mess, a real mess," the spokesbee for Team A muttered, "you can get forensics down there pronto, but they'll tell you what I'm telling you right now. If you want a nasty soup, that's the way to go. If you want outta here, left is a no-go."
Team B marched down the right hand pipe, singing motivational songs about the importance of teamwork and friendship and the benefits of recycling. Morale amongst the team was ludicrously high, save for the occasional sudden argument about exactly what Team B's theme song should be. The group were quite divided on that issue, both wanted a ridiculously up-beat pop track, but neither side could settle on exactly how awesome the 'kick-ass guitar solo bit in the middle' should be. Illuminated by the GloBrellas, they could see their pipe was of relatively new construction, having not yet given in to a lifetime of rust and grime. However, it twisted about, a lot, bending this ay and that to avoid some older construction. A couple of rats huddled together in the darkness, gnawing on a discarded pizza crust. Finally, the pipe turned upwards, and the bees poked their head out - this pipe intersected a tunnel, running left and right. Pale little rat-creatures formed a steady line of traffic, running to the left.
The Team B representative fluttered back to Fiddlesticks as fast his little bee wings could carry him, to report back and to ask for advice as to which way to go. Given the deadlock over the theoretical guitar solo in a song that will never exist, it was probably for the best that they'd seek direction from Fiddlesticks about something as important as which direction to take.
"Commander, we've got a problem, the pipe, we can either go left, or right. My vote is for left, but we need firm, decisive leadership! We're on a knife-edge in terms of morale! The Mind-Blowingly Awesome Guitar Soloists are threatening to form their own squad," the Team B representative paused to catch his breath, "and they're taking Jerry, who's got this great idea for costumes!"
The B Team, or as they were officially called, Team C, trekked forwards. It reminded them of their time in the 'urban jungle', where they were paid to help a sweet old lady walk her dog in the park. The team agreed that it was a great mission, full of exploding cars, running gun battles and a bit at the end where they all laughed and jumped up in the air to celebrate right before something else exploded. As far as funerals for sweet little old ladies went, it was a memorable one. None of this ever happened, but the bees were happy pretending that it did. Team C followed their pipe until it joined up with a large, concrete tunnel. Water dripped from a pipe in the ceiling, which could probably be climbed up by somebody man-sized, though it'd be a bit of a squeeze. A hand-rail, set into the wall of the concrete tunnel, would make it very easy to explore further along to the left or right.
Team C sent back their messenger. Somewhere between here and there, he'd found a bit of trash he could roll up and use as a cigar. It made him feel like a real mercenary, and he couldn't wait to get back to his team to show off his new accessory.
"So, I'm your official liaison for this job," the bee chewed on the fake cigar, and then spat it out, because it tasted somehow worse than something you'd expect to find washed up in a sewer, "and we've got a decision to make. Big bit of tunnel we're at here, there's the left, there's the right, and there's also a chance to get up. My money's on right, because only commies go left."
If it makes it easier to visualise, I can draw out the information that the Cleaner Bot has gathered. Hopefully this all makes sense, is easy enough to follow and at least vaguely interesting to read.
Turn 2 will begin with your next set of orders.
I am being incredibly mean by saying that your first set of orders was Turn 1, but the GM Hat compels me to do so.
Summary:
Team A reports a dead-end.
Team B faced with a choice between left and right.
Team C faced with a choice between left, right, and up. | The Meanwhile Directory
The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what.
Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe. |
47,127 | 1,274 | 137 | 2,546 | 1,210 | As predicted, more of the map on the cleaner bots GUI was revealed as the sensor array received the sounds emitted by the bees. Fiddlesticks surprised himself sometimes.
He knew that the underground exploration workshops he took at space camp would pay off. Getting lost on the way to the sign-up for the elective workshops was one of his better mistakes. Though he never got to learn how to be a space fighter pilot. Those guys got all the girls.
The bee teams returned from their little expeditons. Each gave their reports like seasoned veteran scouts they were. Fiddlesticks was feeling confident about their chances.
"Good work teams! When we get out of here, honeypots on me! Or whatever it is you bees like. Do you guys like honey? I've always wondered that. You don't seem like ordinary bees, more like ahh!" shouted Fiddlesticks.
The cleaner bot rammed itself into one of his shins.
Fiddlesticks hopped on one leg whilst holding the other. Rubbing his shin bone with his hands. "What the heck cleaner bot!?" he yelled.
He could feel the water rising slowly but surely. It was up to his ankles now. Fiddlesticks had no time for incoherent and rambling stories. Nor did he had time for pointless conversations. He quickly realised what the cleaner bot was trying to do. "Thanks little buddy" Fiddlesticks said to it.
"Alright, which way should we go." said Fiddlesticks aloud.
The tunnels reminded him of a particularly difficult dungeon in his favourite video game, Last Reverie XXXV. The dungeon in that game was very misleading. The obvious and easy paths always lead to monsters and traps. In those types of rpg games, patience was paramount. The problem was that Fiddlesticks only had a finite amount of time to finish the dungeon. He couldn't get his older brother to help, like always. But he had something just as good, a talking vacuum cleaner. Fiddlesticks just hoped that video game logic worked in real life as well.
"I think we should go right." Fiddlesticks said to the cleaner bot.
"I think going straight then up would be too obvious. There'd probably be a malboro waiting for us or something. Waiting to poison us with his toxic breath." explained Fiddlesticks.
He breathed out loudly to simulate the toxic breath attack. | Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!?
Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short....
Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off.
Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right?
Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD!
Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd
An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon.
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47,128 | 1,274 | 138 | 673 | 764 | Looked like those guys really had been ‘playing’ gangster. Street performance crime? Realy. This was a madhouse of a city, though hopefully throwing the best party would mean sticking to the topside.
The hacker bees sent Toony a link to the ISF Planetary & Culinary Guide page on the planet.
“Can you get that weird canister out of the slime Vanessa? It’s probably messing him up”
One of the bees had already ended up waist deep in the oozes body trying to extract the forum object and was currently bumbling around on the ground pointing at unseen things and giggling at the pretty colours. For The Mind it was like getting pins and needles, as the drug messed with the bees swarm connection and anything that came through was an amusing mess.
The Mind had their metaphorical hands full with trying to stop the hacker bees going on a wiki walk, stop them all from getting high on the slime and preventing them from wandering off into the many dangers of the congested street. | Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees)
Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc.
Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch .
Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on?
Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing.
Membership Number:
αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does
History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain. |
47,129 | 1,274 | 139 | 2,592 | 356 | Vanessa gave a nod to The Mind's request and said. "Sure. Just a moment." For a few seconds, Vanessa vanished. She returned later, having stored her rifle on the Quest for Flavor so it wouldn't be left upon the ground. Vanessa had seen some of The Bees acting strangely after interacting with the surface of The Slime and figured it's makeup might have been something less than pleasant to touch.
Even with her gloves already on, Vanessa wanted something a little more practical for this type of thing. Toony would probably be able to provide easily. Walking over to Toony, Vanessa held up her arms and said. "Toony, if you would kindly make me a pair of surgical elbow gloves, I would greatly appreciate it." With that said, Vanessa now had to wait for Toony to respond. Hopefully she didn't take long, as The Slime was probably not very comfortable with the canister stuck inside of it. Vanessa hadn't interacted with many slimes before, as they weren't popular on Dämmerlicht. Not that they weren't welcome, but most slimes didn't want to stay for long on a planet where half the population regularly drank from other people. It was a lot more civilized than that, but the fact that it could happen unnerved the more liquid based species and prompted them to stay clear.
With some of The Bees acting strange after coming into contact with The Slime Vanessa assumed that The Slime was probably not a good idea to touch directly, which is why she had asked Toony for gloves. This was secretly twofold as Vanessa didn't want to get her suit dirty since slime was hard to get out, and she didn't want to be afflicted with whatever The Bees had contracted from The slime. Vanessa could see that The Bees were acting rather dizzy and strange, like they were either drunk or under the affects of a hallucinogen. With her status as a Vampire, Vanessa didn't want to try anything that might make her a risk for the other crewmembers. She didn't need to go around trying to bite people or, even worse, possibly even infect someone with vampirisim. Though there wasn't anyone who was a candidate for transformation into a true vampire, the mutations and possible death from the disease were much more concerning.
This was why Vanessa was taking all the precautions she could, as one slip up could pose a distinct hazard for the others. | Name: Vanessa Kiyvana
Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble.
Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears.
Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration.
Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold.
Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor.
Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat.
Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton.
Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red...
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry."
History: Do what comes natural. |
47,130 | 1,274 | 140 | 175 | 3,684 | Getting some data from the Bees and their access of a local network, Toony was a bit taken aback. "Street performance crime? Thats... strange." she said, glancing at the guy she had in a cage on her back. It was a good thing then that they weren't an actual threat! Sentry mode might've really messed up the place pretty badly. Still if this planet was all about performances, then having taken one of the thugs as a vigilante was also part of the performance. "Either way, I'm still holding onto you til this act finishes." she continued, giving Mr. Snek a wink.
Then came one of Vanessa's first fabrication requests! Gloves! And with a new captive audience for Toony to demonstrate what she could do! "Wow Mr. Snek, your lucky! If you had been an actual threat, this might've been you!" Toony said with a strange gleam in one of her eyes as she rummaged around the ground for a bit, sucking in matter into her arm. After a few gloshing sounds later, she spat out a pair of fancy long sleeved surgical gloves and threw them at Vanessa, going that extra mile and giving it some neat Gothic designs and aesthetics that didn't compromise their usability.
"There ya go missie! Now that the Bees got me a neat network link, I'm going to be having fun browsing the local internet stuffs. Oooh, neat lecture on... nevermind, I know carbon can already do that... Oh, Cute kitty!" Toony said, continuing to ramble to herself as she went through the data on the local network, walking around a bit while doing so. Being held by what was clearly a really strange and maybe insane robot couldn't have been too fun for Mr. Maracun. | Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny.
Appearance:
Species Name & Description:
Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations.
Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer.
Useful Skills & Abilities:
Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most.
Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon.
Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical.
Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?"
History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship. |
47,131 | 1,274 | 141 | 2,592 | 356 | Vanessa caught the gloves that Toony tossed with ease and gave Toony a smile and a nod. She pulled them on tightly and stepped lightly over to the incapacitated slime. Kneeling down next to it, Vanessa gave a close-lipped smile and said. "Good evening. I'm going to be taking care of you as best I can. You have a container inside of you that appears to be leaking a black fluid, if it is supposed to be inside of you, please give me any sort of notification now."
Vanessa would wait for approximately thirty seconds. If no specific signal was given, she would continue with her medical chattering. "Okay. I'm going to attempt to remove this container. It will probably hurt. If you don't wish for me to attempt to remove the container, please give me a signal now." Vanessa would wait thirty more seconds, before moving her hand into position near the container. Just before she took out the container, Vanessa said. "Okay. I'm going to remove this container now, it will probably hurt."
Moving herself out of the way, Vanessa began to coax the container towards one of the more shallow parts of the slime in order to minimize leaking. With the container as close to an edge as she could get it, Vanessa gently reached into the slime and pulled it free. To be safe, Vanessa angled the container in a way that, should it rupture or spray fluid everywhere, nobody would be hit. Thankfully the gloves Toony gave her were quite durable and resisted damage from the container and the slime quite well. With the container now free of The Slime, Vanessa tossed it to one side and away from everyone while backing away from the slime. Pulling off her gloves with haste, Vanessa tossed them over next to the container as well. Vanessa then waved for everyone to back away from the container, as it may yet have had some kind of detonation in store. Vanessa put a few extra paces away, as her status as a vampire led her to be extra cautious when dealing with anything that might provoke an altered state of mind.
Vanessa hated quarantine bays, and was going to do her best to avoid them as best she could. | Name: Vanessa Kiyvana
Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble.
Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears.
Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration.
Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold.
Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor.
Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat.
Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton.
Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red...
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry."
History: Do what comes natural. |
47,132 | 1,274 | 142 | 1,047 | 511 | The container didn't spray toxic chemicals, nor did it even have the courtesy to making a beeping noise, but instead just slowly dribbled out a puddle of thick, inky liquid on the ground where it lay. It looked like the canister was once a sleek, silvery, high-tech looking thing, but a period of exposure to whatever it was that made up the body of the slime had quickly eaten away at a strip of it. The slime-based creature, Hip, began to move in a way that looked less like it was slowly melting into something you'd scrape off the bottom of your shoe and more like, well, something alive.
Arm like protuberances sprouted from it's sides.
Little holes began to open and close about the surface of it, bringing in what passes for Ofromian 'fresh air' into it's system.
"Can't believe they had the moxy to gank me," bubbled Hip Kallo, his voice like a clogged drain, "where's the love, I ask ya? Aw, shoot, where's my manners got to? Relying on the kindness of strangers and I don't even thank 'em properly, Hip, the colony didn't raise you to be like that, no sir. You've got my thanks, strangers."
The right hand pipe twisted and turned through the underground. Dimly lit by the screen of the cleaner-bot and the little GloBrellas, an amateur tunnel enthusiast could probably pick out all sorts of fascinating details; the age of the construction given the freshness of the paint, the unique ecosystem that had come to exist in this unnatural environment and the arcane meaning of the things scratched into the walls at various intervals. It was unfortunate that no 'Tunnelheads' (as tunnel enthusiasts are known to call themselves, which doesn't improve their odds of being invited to parties) were present to enjoy such a sight, but with the water nipping at the heels of Fiddlesticks, perhaps it was really something of a blessing.
Towards the end of the right-hand pipe, it turned sharply upwards. Water dripped down from the tunnel above them, and a set of decoratively rusted metal loops were set into the pipe. They were conveniently placed, letting any visiting Tunnelhead get in and out of this secondary pipe with ease, although there were some trade-offs to be had for such a convenience. The risk of tetanus, for instance. Above them, the main tunnel beckoned - a huge, concrete tube set into the ground that runs left and right. The Team B bees were already waiting, and just behind Fiddlesticks, the two other teams were making a bee-line towards him, ready to take on their next scouting mission. | The Meanwhile Directory
The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what.
Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe. |
47,133 | 1,274 | 143 | 673 | 764 | The Mind and the Bees both watched as Vanessa very sensibly got Toony to make her some gloves and then pulled out the canister. The slime guy seemed mostly unharmed once the obstruction was removed as he flailed back to life.
”take us to you leader!“
… there was a sound of a being without a neck clearing it’s throat
“You're most welcome mr Kallo. Are you an associate of one Zane Heron? We are the interplanetary space friends”
There was much pointing to the floating banner by the bees.
“and I believe you were sent to bring us to him so we could help him organize a party?”
Hopefully they could now find out what exactly this party involved, hopefully they were not expected to perform any street crime and were just helping with decorations, but The Mind had a sinking suspicion they were going to be playing the heroic rescuers in some complicated and dangerous performance. | Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees)
Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc.
Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch .
Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on?
Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing.
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αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does
History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain. |
47,134 | 1,274 | 144 | 2,592 | 356 | Vanessa watched as Hip pulled himself back together and returned to being a fully functioning sentient creature rather than just a puddle of goo. It was nice to see that everything had gone well, if not according to plan. Vanessa opened a global crew line for a moment to say. "I'll be back in a moment, I'm going to get dressed again." before she vanished back onto the ship. Vanessa switched to her party dress once again and, after making sure everything was back in place and that she had the proper curves to make the cress flow properly, Vanessa reappeared where she had been once more dressed for the party.
Vanessa looked about at the enduring lack of Fiddlesticks and gave a sigh. Hopefully he would turn up sooner rather than later, since losing crew members wasn't a pleasant pastime. Vanessa would hate to have a newly formed crew losing members already since they had just barely gotten to know one another. But she also figured that it would somehow turn out alright, as it usually did.
At least, she hoped it did.
With nothing more to do, Vanessa merely stood around waiting for things to move forward. | Name: Vanessa Kiyvana
Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble.
Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears.
Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration.
Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold.
Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor.
Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat.
Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton.
Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red...
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry."
History: Do what comes natural. |
47,135 | 1,274 | 145 | 175 | 3,684 | Toony wasn't paying all that much attention to what the others were doing. Besides Vanessa doing another wardrobe change and Will being the voice of diplomacy, Toony wasn't too aware of what was going on. Instead she was having a good time watching a cartoon about a drunk robot and his human companions going on wacky smart adventures. This lack of attention coupled with her walking randomly lead to her tripping over the container that Vanessa had pulled out of the slime guy. Splashing when landing in the puddle of goop that had leaked out of the container.
This got her attention, and Toony began to analyze it, putting her show on pause. After finding it was made out of rarer elements than she was used to, including whatever was in the leaking goop, Toony decided to eat the container, sucking up the goop as if she was slurping a slushie. Since she wasn't organic, the compound didn't do anything to her. But having a bit of Zirconium and other rare elements was kinda nice. | Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny.
Appearance:
Species Name & Description:
Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations.
Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer.
Useful Skills & Abilities:
Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most.
Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon.
Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical.
Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5
An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?"
History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship. |
47,136 | 1,274 | 146 | 2,546 | 1,210 | Alrighty then. You know the drill! chirped Fiddlesticks.
The bees looked at each other in a perplexed manner. Exchanging glances and shrugging shoulders. A few of them decided to draw straws. The one with the shortest straw let out an exasperated sigh.
"Excuse me oh strange and pointy eared one." one of the bees asked.
"What's the problem little bee buddy? Little buzz buzz? That's what I'm gonna call you now, little buzz buzz." stated Fiddlesticks.
"Yeah ok uh." said the bee. A brief but awkward silence passed before he spoke further.
"There are only two paths. Which teams do you want to send out on scouting missions this time around?" the bee asked.
Fiddelsticks noticed that the water level had risen even higher than before, and at a much faster rate than expected.
"Ya know what little buzz buzz?" asked Fiddlesticks.
"Uhh no?" answered the perplexed bee.
"I reckon we don't have much time to wait around. Let's just go left." he stated.
"Is that fine with you little buzz buzz?" Fiddlesticks asked.
"Yeah, sure." said the little bee dispiritedly.
His confidence in the strange pointy eared one was even lower now than it was before. He flew back to the rest of his team and called a huddle. They whispered quickly and hurriedly about ditching Fiddlesticks and the cleaner bot. Ultimately though, they decided to stick around, for now. All this was done out of earshot of Fiddlesticks though. For he would've cried and sulked about it if he were to overhear their disheartening conversation.
"Is that alright with you little cleaner bot?" Fiddlesticks asked the talking vacuum cleaner. | Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!?
Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short....
Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off.
Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right?
Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD!
Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd
An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon.
Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM |
47,137 | 1,275 | 0 | 1,322 | 1,689 | ''I was born in these woods. We do not have long lives, but still l have seen some of these trees grow from sapling to soon-to-be towering oaks. I have the memories of greener days where I, as a small pup, was running through the woods and plains of this glorious forest we call home. So much as it changed now...or is it simply the lost of innocence from our younger days that disappeared? I could not tell, but it matters little to me now. The well being of this pack is all that matter to me as well as most of my fellow pack members, I am sure. The forest has become restless as of late. The Two-Paws walkers only come rarely here, they prefer to remain in the safety of their self-made forests created from stone and metal. As should they. No, they are not the reason behind the agitation of this place.
Many preys have left the area for reasons unknown, leaving us in bitter rivalry with the northern neighboring Winter-Wind pack. They are weaker and less numerous, but their nonstop guerrillas tactics made the hunt even more dangerous than it was before. Now that we must bring more of our hunters to the hunt, we fear for he safeties of our pup.
If only the Winter-Wind were the only problem... a group of aggressive Bears have settled in the western hills, making it an off-limit zone for both clans and limiting the hunting grounds.
Despite all this, we will come out on top as we always did. The Dark-Wood pack have been roaming these parts forever, and so shall it remain. I may not be the Alpha, but as long as I, Styrke, remain alive I won't let my brothers or sisters falter.''
The mighty wolf stood up from the large rock over viewing the whole of the pack's home, his grey and brown fur moving in the wind as he looked down. There were different dens all across the place, some of them having pups sleeping in them still. Others were out playing while the adults got ready for the coming day; Warriors and Scouts would ready themselves to go out on patrol while Hunters came up with a plan for today's hunt. This was what Styrke loved to see. A strong willed pack that did nto give up despite the hard times. | Name: Grey
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Power: Speed, stealth
Personality: Silent.
History: He grew up happy.
Father: Wind
Mother: Arya
Rank/Position: Scout |
47,138 | 1,275 | 1 | 1,096 | 835 | Winter trotted anxiously towards the rock where Srtyker stood. She slowed when she saw Tufang. "Morning, Stryker, Tufang." Snowflakes drifted off of her almost transparent white fur, making her look as if she were made of snow. Although Winter was a sentinel she didn't brag about it or shove it in anyones face just to be mean. "Stryker how many are staying behind to watch the pups?" Between he Winter Winds pack, the disappearance of prey and the aggressive bears she felt on edge. | Name: Winter
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Power: Can make snow anywhere any time
Personality: Kind, Loving, Fierce Loyal and protective
History: Her parents were in another pack before she came to this one. Her mother and father were warriors and fighting another pack that had invaded their home. Her father had been killed when her mother took her by the scruff and eent to go find a different pack to live in. Their original pack was destroyed and the invaders nearly exterminated. Her mother finally found the Dark Woods pack and gave a last, desperate bark that alerted the Hunters before she collapsed, and died from blood loss. The hunters found a shivering pup laying close to her fast cooling body and took her back to camp.
Father: Smoke (Dead)
Mother: Wind (Dead)
Rank/Position: Watcher
Pack: Dark Woods
(I cant upload the picture of her so I'll just tell you what she looks like. She has very pale whit fur and wintery blue eyes. Also she can be Kaias mother if you like.) |
47,139 | 1,275 | 2 | 545 | 1,155 | After a night of restless sleeping, Bruce smelled the morning dew and knew it was morning. After he had groomed his fur and shook off the nightmares lingering, he padded outside of his own private den. It was made inside a crack of the largest rock in camp. These times were hard for the pack. Enemies and predators were rising up against them, prey was scarce. The alpha noticed Stryke was keeping watch on too of his den, observing the camp. He moved to join him, but Tufang intercepted the beta before he could. The huge wolf waited patiently. Finally he moved to Stryke's side, his large muscles rippling underneath his pelt. "Morning Stryke, Tufang, and Winter." The alpha turned to Stryke. "Are the Hunters and Warriors on duty already? I want a group of warriors to check to see if the bears have retreated. I might join the patrol, and if I do I would like you to join me." | Name: Kaia (Haha my real name is Kaya:3)
Gender: Female
Age: 1-2 years. (Late teens/young adult)
Power: N/A
Description: Mainly white with a hint of light grey and brown throughout her fur. Brown almost black eyes and a black snout.
Personality: Kaia is a very young female whom is still in the process learning about adulthood. She's a proud slightly dominant female, very curious and somewhat serious. She doesn't like to be looked upon as a pup anymore and will work very hard to prove herself for the pack.
History: Kaia was born and raised within the pack, she's only a year old but is desperate to prove herself out of the puppy category.
Father: Unknown
Mother: N/A (Anyone willing?)
Rank/Position: Subordinates, however she really wants to rank up as she grows older. |
47,140 | 1,275 | 3 | 1,096 | 835 | Winter waited for him to finish speaking. "Excuse me Alpha but is there anything I could do?" She wanted something to do to keep herself from stressing out too badly. Winter was a wolf who got irritable and snappish if she felt she couldnt do anything. Her sleek muscles rippled under her fur as she started to pace a little. Snowflakes traced her pawsteps as her restlessness increased. She looked Bruce in the eye. "I need something useful to do. Wheres Kaia?" She asked suddenly, looking around. | Name: Winter
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Power: Can make snow anywhere any time
Personality: Kind, Loving, Fierce Loyal and protective
History: Her parents were in another pack before she came to this one. Her mother and father were warriors and fighting another pack that had invaded their home. Her father had been killed when her mother took her by the scruff and eent to go find a different pack to live in. Their original pack was destroyed and the invaders nearly exterminated. Her mother finally found the Dark Woods pack and gave a last, desperate bark that alerted the Hunters before she collapsed, and died from blood loss. The hunters found a shivering pup laying close to her fast cooling body and took her back to camp.
Father: Smoke (Dead)
Mother: Wind (Dead)
Rank/Position: Watcher
Pack: Dark Woods
(I cant upload the picture of her so I'll just tell you what she looks like. She has very pale whit fur and wintery blue eyes. Also she can be Kaias mother if you like.) |
47,141 | 1,275 | 4 | 1,322 | 1,689 | Kaia breathed heavily through her nostrils as she rolled around in the damp grass. She had been up before dawn, she liked to be the first one up except the for the night guards. Although they never interfered with her ritual. She wasn't that important. She liked to watch the moon slowly disappear as the bright glowing star came up from behind the hill. No one had explained it to her. Some still thought of her as a pup. She hated that. There is nothing Kaia wanted more than being recognized as the grown up lady she was.
She rolled around again looking up towards the hill seeing some of the pack members gather together around the alpha. The superior males always looked so handome when keeping lookout. Their ears tilting from side to side, their eyes slightly squinted due tot he morning light. The breeze through their fur.
Kaia realized she was daydreaming again and got slightly embarrassed. She sat up and shook the grass off. She didn't like to get caught daydreaming. | Name: Grey
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Power: Speed, stealth
Personality: Silent.
History: He grew up happy.
Father: Wind
Mother: Arya
Rank/Position: Scout |
47,142 | 1,275 | 5 | 1,096 | 835 | Ghost walks to the group. The Alpha talks about gathering Warriors and Hunters to check out some bears. It saddens Ghost. Isn't that what the Scouts are for? | Name: Winter
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Power: Can make snow anywhere any time
Personality: Kind, Loving, Fierce Loyal and protective
History: Her parents were in another pack before she came to this one. Her mother and father were warriors and fighting another pack that had invaded their home. Her father had been killed when her mother took her by the scruff and eent to go find a different pack to live in. Their original pack was destroyed and the invaders nearly exterminated. Her mother finally found the Dark Woods pack and gave a last, desperate bark that alerted the Hunters before she collapsed, and died from blood loss. The hunters found a shivering pup laying close to her fast cooling body and took her back to camp.
Father: Smoke (Dead)
Mother: Wind (Dead)
Rank/Position: Watcher
Pack: Dark Woods
(I cant upload the picture of her so I'll just tell you what she looks like. She has very pale whit fur and wintery blue eyes. Also she can be Kaias mother if you like.) |
47,143 | 1,275 | 6 | 1,322 | 1,689 | Tufang really didn't want to come between their royal bitch fighting, and surely had better things to do as he saw two pups running out of the deens entry and down towards the grass feels at an increadable speed. " By the moon" He ran after the two cups and catched them both as they were at the start of the long walk upwards to the entry. " I really hate the pups in the morning. . . . " He said in a mumbling tone as he had them in his mouth, with him prevosliy took them up by their neck hide without sticking theeths into them of course. Though before he walked up he could Kaia and sighed mentaly. . . | Name: Grey
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Power: Speed, stealth
Personality: Silent.
History: He grew up happy.
Father: Wind
Mother: Arya
Rank/Position: Scout |
47,144 | 1,275 | 7 | 545 | 1,155 | Sonya had woken up, along with most of the adults. She rolled onto her side before realizing that, whenever that she tried to do that, she always just kept rolling towards a wall. Or, in this case, her mother. She looked around her den. Orange. Huh. It was usually gray. Oh, and there was white too- oh yeah, she rolled into her mother. She rolled to the other side. Gray. As it should be.
She stood up on her paws, walking to the back of her mother and shaking her, so they'd wake up, and do...whatever they did. Hunt, right? Yeah. That's what it was. See, Sonya was incredibly innocent, like all young pups. Almost all of them. There were some. Sonya wasn't one of them, though.
Seeing as her mother woke up, she looked towards the entrance of the den. She was very jubilant, as the adults were gonna be up soon, right? Aren't they up early too? Yeah. So she could walk out. Okay, Sonya, stealth- she ran. She ran, all the way to- well, she didn't know. She looked at a rock. There were wolves on the rock. She kind of recognized the figures. They were part of her pack!
But she didn't go there, for she was actually only to the side of her den. Wow, what a failure. Huge failure. She couldn't run lots. Running wasn't her thing. Slow stealth was. Oh well. She looked about, and in her eyes, everything was absolutely beautiful. Though, her eyes were used to seeing fun stuff. Like almost all pups.
Sigh. | Name: Kaia (Haha my real name is Kaya:3)
Gender: Female
Age: 1-2 years. (Late teens/young adult)
Power: N/A
Description: Mainly white with a hint of light grey and brown throughout her fur. Brown almost black eyes and a black snout.
Personality: Kaia is a very young female whom is still in the process learning about adulthood. She's a proud slightly dominant female, very curious and somewhat serious. She doesn't like to be looked upon as a pup anymore and will work very hard to prove herself for the pack.
History: Kaia was born and raised within the pack, she's only a year old but is desperate to prove herself out of the puppy category.
Father: Unknown
Mother: N/A (Anyone willing?)
Rank/Position: Subordinates, however she really wants to rank up as she grows older. |
47,145 | 1,275 | 8 | 1,096 | 835 | Ghost nods and walks away from the group. He sees Grey in the distance, laying in front of a rock. This is Grey's first job, so Ghost is quite worried. He knows he shouldn't be. Grey is well trained, but still...
Ghost spurts to Grey. "Wake up." Grey opens his eyes. "I'm already awake." He stands up, still a bit dull. "What are we going to do?" "We are checking the bears out." Grey freezes. "The... the bears? Isn't that a little bit extreme for my first time?" Ghost says nothing and he walks to the west. Grey regains his wits and he decides to follow Ghost, although sceptical. | Name: Winter
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Power: Can make snow anywhere any time
Personality: Kind, Loving, Fierce Loyal and protective
History: Her parents were in another pack before she came to this one. Her mother and father were warriors and fighting another pack that had invaded their home. Her father had been killed when her mother took her by the scruff and eent to go find a different pack to live in. Their original pack was destroyed and the invaders nearly exterminated. Her mother finally found the Dark Woods pack and gave a last, desperate bark that alerted the Hunters before she collapsed, and died from blood loss. The hunters found a shivering pup laying close to her fast cooling body and took her back to camp.
Father: Smoke (Dead)
Mother: Wind (Dead)
Rank/Position: Watcher
Pack: Dark Woods
(I cant upload the picture of her so I'll just tell you what she looks like. She has very pale whit fur and wintery blue eyes. Also she can be Kaias mother if you like.) |
47,146 | 1,275 | 9 | 1,322 | 1,689 | Tufang was walking up again with the two pups in his mouth that he was carrying, since they thought it would be fun to run around so early in the morning. Slowly going up towards the other wolfs. As he enters he sees that one more pup had awoken. The two pups just swinged their tails in glee as they had a play mate to play with. Tufang placed the two down as they ran towards her with the hope of finding someone to play with like they always did | Name: Grey
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Power: Speed, stealth
Personality: Silent.
History: He grew up happy.
Father: Wind
Mother: Arya
Rank/Position: Scout |
47,147 | 1,275 | 10 | 545 | 1,155 | Bruce was almost, ALMOST at his limit. His temper was very controlled, but these times were hard, and affected everyone. Winter was not helping, the pack had enough drama as it was. "Winter!" He snapped, "there is no space here for whining! You are respected by the whole pack, I wouldn't have chosen you if you didn't deserve this position!"
The Alpha clenched his, he couldn't wait to get out into the forest. Just then, Stryke stalked over and began growling at Winter. When Stryke threatened Winter, Bruce finally intervened, and shouldered his way between the two, who were nose to nose. "There is no time for this petty immaturity! Our very lives may hang in the balance on this hunt! We can't work as a pack of we can't get along together. Now, go do your duties!" The Alpha barked. "Winter! You will show your beta respect, and vice versa. If I hear any more insults aimed at each other you will be sent to watch the pups for the next moon!" Bruce then howled into the sky, "now! Let us hunt!"
Once everyone was ready Bruce treaded outside the den. "Accalia. Please lead the way, you know these woods the best. Everyone stay low and be quiet, we need to be alert and observant!" | Name: Kaia (Haha my real name is Kaya:3)
Gender: Female
Age: 1-2 years. (Late teens/young adult)
Power: N/A
Description: Mainly white with a hint of light grey and brown throughout her fur. Brown almost black eyes and a black snout.
Personality: Kaia is a very young female whom is still in the process learning about adulthood. She's a proud slightly dominant female, very curious and somewhat serious. She doesn't like to be looked upon as a pup anymore and will work very hard to prove herself for the pack.
History: Kaia was born and raised within the pack, she's only a year old but is desperate to prove herself out of the puppy category.
Father: Unknown
Mother: N/A (Anyone willing?)
Rank/Position: Subordinates, however she really wants to rank up as she grows older. |
47,148 | 1,275 | 11 | 1,096 | 835 | Kaia followed the Alpha though the den, making sure she didn't pass him as it'd be respectful to walk in front of the superiors unless it's time for the attack. However she kept her head held high in a proud, strong posture to impress the others. Waiting for Accalia to lead the way she glanced towards the forest line hoping to see some sort of movements. She was hungry, and it was getting to her.
The lowest ranks were always the last ones to eat, therefor she was one of the more effected by the hard times. Another rumbling could be heard from her stomach trying to hide it by moving around on the spot. Her strength was weakened, but her willpower was at it's highest. Any prey would be unfortunate to be noticed by Kaia. Even the bigger preys should be hiding at this point.
She looked at the Alpha and nodded respectfully without saying anything, she didn't wanna cross a nerve. Kaia turned her head glancing into the depths of the den waiting for the others. She was eager, she was hungry, she was inpatient. Nothing could happen fast enough at this point. | Name: Winter
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Power: Can make snow anywhere any time
Personality: Kind, Loving, Fierce Loyal and protective
History: Her parents were in another pack before she came to this one. Her mother and father were warriors and fighting another pack that had invaded their home. Her father had been killed when her mother took her by the scruff and eent to go find a different pack to live in. Their original pack was destroyed and the invaders nearly exterminated. Her mother finally found the Dark Woods pack and gave a last, desperate bark that alerted the Hunters before she collapsed, and died from blood loss. The hunters found a shivering pup laying close to her fast cooling body and took her back to camp.
Father: Smoke (Dead)
Mother: Wind (Dead)
Rank/Position: Watcher
Pack: Dark Woods
(I cant upload the picture of her so I'll just tell you what she looks like. She has very pale whit fur and wintery blue eyes. Also she can be Kaias mother if you like.) |
47,149 | 1,276 | 0 | 1,854 | 4,756 | Gloria Lieth - Solitary Confinement
Gloria lay on the floor staring up at the ceiling. She rather hated this room. It was padded on every surface and everything was white. There were no windows. The color was kind of mind numbing. Though in all fairness the padded walls made really steady punching bags when she was angry. As much as Gloria might have hated the solitary confinement cells they were also the only place that she actually felt safe. She was completely cut off front the rest of the prison, she wasn't expected to do anything and while the food dropped in quality from what they got everywhere else Gloria made do.
As she thought the girl with the golden hair subconsciously ran her fingers over small white scars that decorated her knuckles. It was the reason she was in solitary in the first place. Every once in awhile when she was really angry Gloria would punch a wall... or a person but usually it was a wall. She did it because she was fed up with being trapped. Her ability gave her almost absolute freedom. Freedom to go where she wanted, to take what she wanted and to not have to listen to anyone. Being in this prison it was the ultimate hell for someone who was used to being able to walk through walls. Sometimes she'd wind up and hit the concrete in the vain hope that her fist might just go through it. It never happened and while her hand hurt and often enough bled she usually felt just a little bit better.
After the first couple of incidents she'd been taken to the infirmary, patched up and sent back into the yard. After the fifth or sixth they'd started cutting her food rations and lately the punishment had been solitary. They couldn't sell damaged merchandise so they couldn't have someone injuring themselves. They had some kind of healing meta in the infirmary but he always left the scars on her hands intact, a kind of reminder Gloria guessed.
After what could have been eternity or a few seconds or was likely about two days the door to the cell was opened. "Up and at 'em ghost girl. You're going back to the population. Lunch is just about ready." The guard escorted her to the lunch room where various lower members of SOUL were serving. It wasn't exactly appetizing but after several days in eating solitary food it might as well have been a turkey dinner. There was a table in the back that was more or less designated to the factionless. At any one time there were usually about ten of them but Edmund, Gloria herself and the one they called The Messenger were the only ones that lasted. The others usually died off in a weak or two. But there were always new ones to take there place. Screw ups of the various factions that got turned out, or idealists new to the prison that didn't understand that being factionless was a serious struggle. Gloria had only survived because she'd had the mentorship of another factionless girl that had gone through the same trials, Hippolyta. But she'd sold out. Now she was the leader of the Faction the Amazons and while Gloria could say they weren't as bad as factions like SOUL or STEM or the MIR they still weren't good.
Gloria noticed that Edmund wasn't at the table today. He was much older than her, likely one of the oldest people in the prison and she knew he suffered from migraines. He was most likely in the infirmary right now. The healing meta could help but apparently the brain was trickier to heal than other parts of the body. Gloria sighed and dipped a spoon into her gruel. It didn't taste half bad this morning. | Name: Clovis Luki
Age: 19
Power: Kinetic Absorption - Clovis has an amazing ability to absorb all kinetic energy that hits him. An invisible layer around his body that completely envelops the boy. This makes all directions of attacks fairly useless with most weapons.
It basically works that if an object with momentum strikes at his body, he will treat the object like it didn't even touch him, be it a bullet or a punch. So, where does the energy or momentum of the object go? You can't just make it disappear out of nowhere! That is true, the energy is actually dispersed through his body, the kinetic energy stored within himself to be used for strength, speed, stamina, and other physical abilities! Clovis could even, with enough energy stored within his body, forgo sleep.
However, with every awesome power must come with some disadvantages. The most prominent would be the amount that he can take in all together. Clovis would be able to protect himself from one or two rapid fire machine guns, but if an entire squad decides to fire at him all at once, the intake of kinetic energy would be too much and make Clovis pass out in the process. The other main disadvantage would be any other weapon that doesn't require kinetic energy to harm another person. This would include most elements, lasers, explosions, sound, and even physic powers. Strangely enough, exposure to harmful amounts from elements could drain his kinetic reserves at an elevated rate, rather than normally expending the energy for his own uses.
Nationality: German
Bio: Born into the high ranking society of his country, he was rather a privileged boy living his life in the lap of luxury. The family was rich for the sake of being rich, his mother a trophy wife with his father inheriting a company that is run by his advisers. So, when you live with everything already to be given to you, life gets boring. Through the younger years of his life, he stayed within his room either studying or idly sitting around with nothing in mind. His parents tried to push friends on him, but Clovis always ignored them. It was only until at the age of ten he discovered his powers.
Walking along his rather large plot of land, one of the chauffeurs had spontaneously received a heart attack making the car swerve into the direction of little boy Clovis. The car would had killed him without his powers, but his meta-human ability formed out of the fatal situation, and he stopped the car instantly. The resulting kinetic intake easily burst the newly formed powers causing Clovis to pass out.
After some time in the hospital, Clovis's mind was curious about his new power, hiding it from his family as he practiced his ability far into the land of his estate. There, he trained his power merely for the entertainment value it brought him from his boring life. By the age of nineteen, Clovis managed to fully master the basics of his power, able to absorb larger amounts of energy and even expand even his absorption shield further! However, while training, he kept up with his studies for school and kept up appearances for his family. It was only until one night, sleeping in his room, he was kidnapped. A note left on his bed saying that he was leaving home to never return, a story that many would believe due to the constant aloof behavior without anyone getting to know his true feelings. He would spend some time at facility until a explosion allows him to escape.
Personality: Aloof, that would be the one word to describe him. Clovis doesn't like anyone getting near him, apparent as he will sometimes say you are in his personal space. He finds solace in being alone, interacting with others if it means to help himself and his goals. So obviously many people see him as quite a rude person, although you may learn to find that he is a highly perceptive, intelligent, and quick-witted teenager for his age.
For goals that he truly believes in, Clovis is quite dedicated and fair, never going for any cheap shots or dirty tricks to sully his reputation. Mainly, he is the type of person to hang in the back of the group, but interjects when things either gets serious or a situation absolutely requires him to do something. All in all, he's a decent person at best.
Other: I was feeling unimaginative with his appearance. |
47,150 | 1,276 | 1 | 2,615 | 92 | Nariv Arya - Cafeteria
Squelch went sound of his food when it hit his plate. Nariv grimaced at the mush, he remembered when he got normal food from school, it was pretty bad compared to the food that he ate at home, but it was better than this crap! The Messenger removed himself from the line, walking into the bustling cafeteria of scary people. Nariv swallowed his spit, he remembered when life wasn't this scary. He remembered when life was friends, family, and school! However, this life was trying to stay alive and keep people from killing you just for the heck of it! How did his life turn up this way? He was a decent person, didn't do anything too bad, but now he is going to be sold into slavery... Slavery! Like, what the heck!? What did he do in his past life to deserve this type of treatment!? Nariv let out an exasperated sigh, staring at his plate as he moved deeper into the lunch room.
He looked around, tables were designated for several different factions. At the top of his head, Nariv could only remember the top tiers which were the MIR, SOUL, STEM, and the Amazons. Everyone seemed to belong to a faction, even the tiny ones, but Nariv didn't belong to any type of faction. He was faced with the challenge of being Factionless, and it was normal that anybody that didn't have a faction would die within the first week or so, but it didn't work for only a handful of people. The Messenger was one of them, he was one of the only people that could use his power outside of the Arena, and he found himself using this power to relay messages to people to keep himself from being murdered! It was kind of weird to be doing this type of job inside of prison, but it kept him from being hurt, so that was something good that come out of it! So, Nariv continued to go further into the cafeteria, reaching the tables in the back since he still was factionless even though he interacted with them quite often. Though, he liked sitting away from all the scary people, especially the MIR, they spooked him the most.
So, as he made his way over to the factionless tables, he spotted someone rather interesting. Nariv didn't really know much about Gloria, but he knew that she was one of the only people that also managed to survive without a faction, however, she had to deal with the main problems of being factionless that the Messenger didn't have to face at all, and that would be random violent attacks. Nariv looked at the filled tables around the lunch room, there weren't too many tables around for the factionless to really sit without being attacked or heckled by the others. So, Nariv plopped himself down near Gloria.
For a few moments, he prodded at his food for just a bit, glancing towards the strange girl before trying to break the ice with a joke that he had seen on TV. "So what's the deal with airline food?" | Name: John White
Age: 25
:Limitations
May be limited to mimicking only the animals they have observed.
Cannot transform into animals.
May take on specific traits of an animal, such as wanting to find rotting things if impersonating a fly, or feeling territorial if impersonating lions.
May be limited to mimicking one animal at a time or are limited on how long they can mimic animals.
Some abilities may be compromised by size differences.
May experience different weaknesses of animals, such as a dogs having to constantly hear ultrasound waves, or having an urge to play with a ball of yarn like a cat.
Nationality: Australian
Bio:John was one of the feared 'meta' humans and was quickly incarcerated away from the woman who had birthed him (an unsuspecting surrogate who had been injected with a fertilized egg from two meta's). during his imprisonment John's powers started to show that he had the power to take on different traits of animals. during his youth he would often cry for his birth parents whom he had been told had died shortly after his birth - which was in fact a cover story as both his parents had been caught and sold on due to them both being Meta humans.
During his imprisonment he heard whispers that his parents were still alive, now that he has escaped - his main drive is to discover their fate.
Personality: Has quite the inferiority complex and is often heard saying things along the lines of 'I am sorry, as you can see - I am ungraceful' normally after pulling a stunt / attack / action that requires a lot of grace. Due to his imprisonment he often talks badly about himself.
Appearance:
outfit:
Other: has slight but is only able to manifest gills |
47,151 | 1,276 | 2 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Sam King - Cafeteria
Sam waited in line with the other prisoners for his food, he was in a bit of a bad mood this day thanks to some issues that the other factions had given his. Such godless fools, they had no moral integrity or noble causes like The Cross did. Behind him were a couple of crusader's and priests, ready to give him backup in case a fight ever broke out. He was more than capable of handling a fight himself, but it was always to good to show the fearlessness and power of your faction to detract rivals from starting messes.
"Just look at those sinful harpies" the crusader behind him who was named Albert, growled and Sam turned around to look him as food was served to him. The tall muscular man motioned with his head to the faction table for the Amazons.
"What about them?" he asked as he moved along the lunch line to finish getting his food.
"They rub me the wrong way, if they try to cross us then I'll have their sinful heads" he continued to growl.
"Remember what the punishment is for starting fights and killing other prisoners, solitary confinement. Are main goal is to try and get out of this hellhole someday. We need to stay focused and not allow these sinners to distract us, is that clear?" Sam replied to Albert.
"Yes leader" Albert said and gave respectful bow as they walked over to sit at their faction's table. After the priests said a prayer, they all began to dig in and his mind raced with possible ideas to get out of the center. | Name: Sam King
Age: 16
Power:
Gravity Manipulation: Sam has the power to manipulate forces of gravity and that grants several abilities. The first thing he can do with his power is increase or decrease the weight of an object. The second thing he can do is change the direction and flow of gravity, for example he can alter the direction of an object's gravity and either pull it or push it towards him. This ability can allow him to create a barrier of repelling gravity for defense against physical and projectile attacks, he can also use this power to allow to make superhuman jumps by lessening his personal gravity. Sam's third capability is that he can create gravitational attacks, such as shooting out a ball of concentrated gravity to hit his enemies with a great amount of concussive force or fire off blasts of gravitational force to knock away or even crush opponents.
Despite the power and versatility of the ability, Sam does have several weaknesses. His powers are mentally controlled and if something moves faster than he can react then his powers won't stop it. Energy based attacks and objects can't be effected by his gravity. Altering the weight of an object effectively requires him to be in touching distance of it and His powers if used too much will cause a massive strain on his body and using his gravity powers to create blasts and projectile attacks will tax his body more than other abilities. Thanks to his age his experience with his abilities are not very refined and he can't use them to their full capability. It is difficult for Sam to manipulate the gravity of multiple objects especially if his trying to apply different effects to them.
Nationality: Southern American
Bio: He was born in New Orleans Louisiana and from a very young age Sam had an interest in playing football. When he was nine his parents signed him up for a little league team and his coaches were impressed by his talent at the sport. As he got older his skills improved and he could play good multiple positions such Running Back, TE, Offensive Lineman and was a good QB. Many said he had a bright future in the sport ahead of him and it became his dream to one day become a professional NFL player.
His life however would take a different turn when his powers manifested while playing a game in his Sophomore year of high school. He was playing running back and as he charged the other team's oncoming defense he felt a strange power surge within him. His gravity powers activated and he felt himself become heavier. With his extra weight his inertia allowed him to play through the defense and score a game winning touchdown. Sam's team was overjoyed with him winning the game and he was too, but the sudden awakening of his powers made him wonder what it all meant.
After a short while he discovered more of his capabilities and realized that he could control gravity. Sam tried to keep his powers a secret, but he was eventually caught by the corporation and sent to The Center. Once there he made sure to lay down the laws of the jungle and made sure that people knew that he wasn't to be messed with
Personality: Sam is very traditional and has a love for football since he is player for his high school team. Sam considers himself an authoritarian and is a firm believe in the rule of law and divine authority. He has saying that he sometimes likes to quote to others "The only above the laws of the land is God's law." He is a devout catholic and always believes that his abilities are a sign from God that he had a higher purpose.
His time in the metahuman prison made him hate the fiends who sold other off into something like slavery and he always had a desire to take down the organization for his imprisonment. He has a don't screw with me kind of attitude and will try to kick the ass of anyone who crosses him.
Appearance: Sam is five feet and ten inches tall. He wears a black trench coat and white short-sleeved shirt and cargo pants. He finally wears black shoes that are good for running. His hair is bright red and his face while young looks tough and his eyes are a fierce blue.
Other: (anything that doesn't fit into the other groups) |
47,152 | 1,276 | 3 | 2,633 | 3,130 | Jackson Stone - Cafeteria
Jack arrived at the cafeteria after his little skirmish in the arena. Days like this were fight days; days that Jack could knock someone out. Grabbing his food from a couple of his subordinates, he headed to the unofficial SOUL table. John was there, as expected. He seemed to have a habit of arriving kinda early, not that that was a bad thing.
"Right kid?" he called to the 25 year old male as he sat across from him. Granted, John was about 8 years older than him, but he was still a subordinate. Taking a spoonful of the damnable food the bastards at the place were serving, he was reminded at how shit his life had actually become. Yes, it was a bit better than the crap regular guys got served, but still it was bloody awful. Before waiting for an answer from John, he took a look around. Seeing the usual suspects, he looked over to the factionless table. Again, the usual people were there; Gloria, the strange bird one.
Turning back around, he began thinking again. The main factions as of current were The Amazons, STEM, MIR, The Cross, SOUL and the odd little group called Guardians. Then there were the factionless guys, which are always a problem, but then again they were easy to have people turn against. MIR had always had it out for everyone, but they were easily manipulated with the promise of fighting. Then there was STEM, which were just the punching bags for everyone. The Amazons were just a group out to protect each other, so they were mostly useless, and that went the same for Guardians. The Cross were a bunch of religious nuts that believed in helping "boys" with personal problems. The highest probability of resistance would come from The Cross and The Amazons, so there would have to be a way to appease them. The Amazons could be dealt with with the promise of temporary protection, but The Cross would be a different story. Taking out the leader was out of the question, but... Maybe Gloria would be able to do something. If he could get them both in solitary, then he could pass on a message to her, but that might not work. If they'd closed up the hole, there would be no point. But maybe... The Messenger.
"Oi, messenger kid, outside solitary in forty minutes, don't be late" he called back to the factionless table. If he could make him do something to get the Cross's leader away from the area. The guards wouldn't be a problem, so all that was left was the cameras in the arena. Jason could probably sort that out, but he would require more convincing. Some better food might do it, or a couple days off of the arena. Wait, what was he thinking about again? Oh right, John.
"Oh yeah. I gotta take someone out at the arena today. Think you can get Jason to disable the cameras?" he asked John, looking up from the shit food he had been stirring for the past thirty seconds. | Name: Jackson "Jack" Stone
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Power: "Flux Coat" or Solid Viscosity Manipulation is the ability to manipulate the viscosity of a solid. This includes: All types of stone, asphalt, brick and concrete. The ability allows one to alter an objects flow by altering the bonds that hold the atoms in place. One can also then move that altered piece of ground at will, but only pieces that have been altered. The liquid rock can then be forced from solid to liquid at will.
The ability is utterly useless in areas without such solids, and he has to carry around a piece of stone with him to use his ability in those areas. As well as that, the ground can only be controlled if it is touched by his naked skin. Any other contact is ineffective, but already liquidised solid can be controlled without touch.
Nationality: English
Bio: Jackson was a failure, in school and socially. He has friends, of course, but he would always get into fights and failed his tests. Despite getting into these fights, he would always win, since the challenger would always be inexplicably knocked out after a single blow. He earned respect and eventually started competing in underground fights for money. After this he began learning to fight better and better, and eventually became a well renowned fighter in both the underground and under 13's fighting competitions. One day though a fighter came around that was unlike the others. He had a strange get up and what looked like a deck of playing cards. The battle commenced, and the single punch (which was a fist coated is concrete) didn't work, and his other hand was cut open by one of the playing cards. Jackson just about won, by sealing the guy in a prison of stone. At that point, the authorities were called and both Jackson and the challenger were arrested.
For 4 years Jackson spent being transferred from facility to facility and owner to owner; life was almost not worth living... Almost. He kept his upbeat attitude and that helped him keep going through the hardships. On multiple occasions, he was almost killed by the organisation for his constant resentment and trouble making tendencies. He was transferred into the Center after the 4 years and spent another 3 months there. He grew a reputation and became a notorious leader of a prison faction named "SOUL". After the explosion, he escaped with his friends in hope to create a new life without worry - but also to create an underground fighting faction so they could live well and not on the streets (If you want our characters to be friends, let me know. Just a thought).
Personality: Jackson is almost always upbeat and positive, but if a situation becomes too negative he tends to become sad and secluded and sometimes suicidal. This can mostly be seen due to his depression when things get rough, but this is when his power comes into its greatest.
Other: Nope! |
47,153 | 1,276 | 4 | 2,096 | 5,087 | Norvandell Lozenges - Cafeteria
Norvandell followed Jackson into the cafeteria and waited in line to get his food. Once he did, he sat down at the unofficial SOUL table and began eating his food. It wasn't to his taste, but food was food, and he wasn't going to waste it. As he ate, he began his routine of recalling the main factions, as well as their leaders and each leader's powers. First up was SOUL, obviously, and his leader was Jackson Stone, who possessed an ability he called Flux Coat. Next came the Amazons, a faction composed entirely of women, and their leader was Hippolyta, who possessed Adoptive Muscle Memory. Her power was of particular interest to Norvandell, as he couldn't quite understand exactly how it worked, though not for lack of trying. The STEM faction, a faction composed of people whose abilities were used for tech purposes, was led by Jason Reed. That faction was of little interest to Norvandell, but he wasn't one to underestimate anyone, especially considering their power lied not in strength, but in other areas. After all, it wouldn't pay to be careless in a prison. The Might is Right faction, MIR for short, was led by Julius Abir, a powerful fighter with a powerful ability. Norvandell had tried to memorize one of his explosive punches during an arena fight a while ago, but it seemed like whatever was hindering his ability still affected him outside the arena, so the effort proved fruitless. Finally, the ones with little importance: the Cross and Guardian factions, led by Samuel King and John Carmichael, respectively.
With that done, Norvandell double checked his memory, making sure nothing was missed, even turning his head to look around the cafeteria in case he did miss someone. Then he remembered, the factionless. He couldn't remember them all, as that was a little more difficult. A few stuck out, though, like Gloria Lieth. Norvandell spotted her at one of the tables, having apparently come back from solitary.
Norvandell lifted his bowl and scraped the rest of the gruel with his spoon into his mouth, finishing it off completely. With that done, he began to focus more on his surroundings. It paid to do this, as it often gave Norvandell slivers of useful information. Nothing of significant importance was happening though, apart from Jackson having John deliver a message to Jason. All in all, it was a slow day so far. | Name: Norvandell Lozenges
Age: 14
Nationality: American
Prison Faction: SOUL
Power: Copy: the power to copy another superhuman's ability(ies). However, this ability operates rather bizarrely.
-It can copy a single piece of a person's ability (ex. Enveloping fire around a fist, but being unable to emit flames anywhere else). All he needs to do is simply observe another superhuman perform the action.
-He can use multiple abilities at the same time. If he wants to shoot laser beams out of his eyes and breathe frost out of his mouth, he can, assuming he's seem others perform it before.
-He maintains a perfect memory of each ability he's copied, and how the ability has been used by the other superhuman, as well as being able to "discard" an ability if he doesn't want it for any reason.
-Certain abilities he's copied must be performed EXACTLY the same way he's observed it. If he's observed someone performing a Frost Nova with a 12 foot circular radius, he must perform it using a 12 foot circular radius. No more, no less.
-Once an ability has been used, it disappears from his memory, and he can no longer perform it again, unless he observes the same ability being used.
-An ability he's copied must be used consciously. If he's observed someone using a regeneration ability that doesn't need to be used consciously, he must activate that ability consciously in order to gain its effects.
-If he does not have an understanding of how an ability is used when it was performed, he is unable to copy it. He can observe someone make a fireball appear, but if he doesn't understand how that person managed to do it, he cannot copy it. However, prolonged observation (about a minute or two) or being the target of said ability allows him to perform the observed ability without knowing how the ability works, though the same restrictions apply if he wishes to obtain the same ability. This includes prolonged observation.
-It seems there is a maximum limit on how many abilities he is able to copy, which is currently at 3. Should he attempt to surpass that limit, he will simply receive a rather painful headache for a minute or so before the pain recedes, while also failing to copy the ability.
Bio: Norvandell was a fairly normal kid. He listened to his parents, he had a few friends, and he had decent grades at school. His mother was a stay-at-home, and his father was an Accountant. He even had a pet dog named Alex. All in all, he was an American child of an American family living the American Dream. Life was good for little Norvandell.
Unfortunately, he was caught up in a robbery one day. As he and his mother went shopping, a man with a gun had entered the store and demanded money from the registers. Everyone, including Norvandell, was scared out of their wits. The robber then displayed his power by clapping his hands together and forcing two slabs of stone to come out of the ground and smash together, scaring everyone even more and making the cashiers move faster. Norvandell couldn't get the thought of clapping his hands together like the robber did, and did some involuntarily. Before he or the robber knew it, two slabs of stone came up from the ground and smashed the robber, exactly how the robber displayed his power. Everyone was confused at first, but then everyone began to turn towards Norvandell with fear in their eyes. Even his mother released him and began to back away. Norvandell was co.fused too at first, but then he looked at his hands and the slabs that had crushed the robber, soon coming to realization of what he had just done.
The police soon came, taking away both the body of the robber and Norvandell, who was lost at that point and didn't know what to do anymore. His mother called out for him, but Norvandell didn't notice as the car drove away. While in a cell, there were some unknown men that came and took him away. From there, he was moved to a much more secure facility, where he was quickly made to test his ability.
Of course, due to the very nature of his ability, it took some time to even discover what it was. Once that was done, however, the scientists began testing the strengths and weaknesses of his ability, as well as how to train it in order for Norvandell to control it. Norvandell wasn't sure why all this had to happen, but all he knew was that he wanted to live and go back to living a normal life one day, which was why he complied with everything he was told to do. From there, he began to do his best to learn everything.
Personality: Norvandell isn't exactly social. He tends to just listen to others talk, rarely speaking his mind on matters. However, he is quite intelligent, and will make the effort to learn about anything that seems or is important in some way. Norvandell also prefers to avoid conflict, and will go to great lengths to try to avoid it. He also prefers to avoid killing anyone, and even an attempt to convince him to do it will give him great mental stress, even to the point of a full-blown panic attack if the topic is continuously brought up.
Other: None |
47,154 | 1,276 | 5 | 1,634 | 16 | Violet Ray
The room was bright. White walls surrounded them in this insidious room. Violet couldn't help but stare off into space, getting lost in what was left of her mind. Although, from the outside, it just looked as though she was staring blankly. Like a dog without a bone.
The food in front of her was plain and stale, she wasn't about to eat it and apparently she wasn't the only one. Her thoughts continued to race about the center and what she was going to do with herself in this place. What kind of hell are we in. That was the only thing she could think about. Everything was so new to her and nothing seemed right about this place.
It was more than just a prison.
Her frustrations built inside of her until she could not longer hold them back. With a swift swipe of her hand, she slapped the tray right off her table. This caused the tray's contents to fly wildly through the the air and landing on several unfortunate passers-by. She would never even notice, nor hesitate. She just continued to stare blankly. | Name: Violet Ray
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Nationality: North America / Sioux Tribal Native Decent
Prison Faction: STEM
Violet is invisible to technological means of surveillance and communication. Security systems, motion sensors, and laser trips are all useless in detecting her. She puts off not heat signal and cannot be picked up by thermal camera's or heat seeking devices. She also cannot be photographed or video taped, this is something sometimes referred to as the vampire effect.
The down side to this ability is that she is also not able to use any form of advanced technologies such as touch screens, video communication, fingerprinting, etc. She is not able to communicate via cell phone or radio wave. Her interactions have to be personal to varying degrees.
Biography: Ray grew up in the foster care system in downtown Chicago. Here she was taken in at the age of 12 by a typical American family consisting of a mom, a dad, three biological children and 7 adoptive children. However, soon after she was adopted, she began to start noticing strange occurrences happening while she would go out with the family.
Her adoptive family would take a family trip to Disneyland every year. It was her first time on the trip and more importantly, her first time on a plane. Violet remained excited as they got in line for the security check. Her bags were placed in the machine and she was asked to walk through the x-ray machine and metal detector. The officer asked her to step to the side so they could use the wand on her. The machine detected nothing and they sent her on her way, stating that the x-ray machine must have a 'bug' and was not picking up her image. She brushed it off and thought nothing more of it until more strange occurrences started happening. Every year during the trip through the airport the same thing would happen but only to her.
So she received her first cell phone at the age of 16, but not matter what she did, she could never get anyone to hear her through the phone. Similar instances like these happened until she reached 18 and she was now on her own. Soon her awareness of her abilities grew stronger as she tested every theory she had about what was happening to her. She would then start to learn how to use this power.
Personality: Violet is a free spirit. She is reserved and keeps to herself most of the time. Because of her tribes reverence towards her, she is used to being a leader. She can be vindictive if double crossed but tends to make close bonds that keep situations like that from occurring often. With a "take not shit" attitude, violet tends to keep people on their toes and tends to have a taste for power.
Appearance:
Other: |
47,155 | 1,276 | 6 | 2,615 | 92 | John White - Cafeteria
A thud and a voice broke John from his thoughts, as he looked up from his food, John saw Jackson, leader of SOUL start in on his midday meal, after the normal greeting of 'Right kid? John grunted, paused for a moment before answering in words: "Same as normal - for being stuck in this shit hole." The Animal Mimic stole a quick glance to see the Jackson was taking a look at the others who had so far trickled into the room for another dose of slop.
Having finished his own slop (slightly better then other Factions slop) John took to studying Jackson as the boss took the time to get back to what John thought to be double checking the mental list of the whos who and what in terms of the factions, their leaders etc.
after another moment of two Norvandell had entered, followed the process and was soon sitting with Jackson and himself just as said leader had shouted out to the messenger.
"Oi, messenger kid, outside solitary in forty minutes, don't be late"
John saw that Jackson had turned to him again with a calculating look in his eye,
"Oh yeah. I gotta take someone out at the arena today. Think you can get Jason to disable the cameras?"
"Yeah, you command, I do - I spose you want me to offer some of our food rations or time out from the arena as a first offer Guv'?" John still had a half thick accent from the outback, but with his rather British dialect it made for an odd combo.
"But whats the back up plan?" While he waited for his boss to answer, John turned to Norvandell, raised an eyebrow and started to inquire about his day - starting with a long running thing John did. "You ever think of getting a shorter name Norvandell? | Name: John White
Age: 25
:Limitations
May be limited to mimicking only the animals they have observed.
Cannot transform into animals.
May take on specific traits of an animal, such as wanting to find rotting things if impersonating a fly, or feeling territorial if impersonating lions.
May be limited to mimicking one animal at a time or are limited on how long they can mimic animals.
Some abilities may be compromised by size differences.
May experience different weaknesses of animals, such as a dogs having to constantly hear ultrasound waves, or having an urge to play with a ball of yarn like a cat.
Nationality: Australian
Bio:John was one of the feared 'meta' humans and was quickly incarcerated away from the woman who had birthed him (an unsuspecting surrogate who had been injected with a fertilized egg from two meta's). during his imprisonment John's powers started to show that he had the power to take on different traits of animals. during his youth he would often cry for his birth parents whom he had been told had died shortly after his birth - which was in fact a cover story as both his parents had been caught and sold on due to them both being Meta humans.
During his imprisonment he heard whispers that his parents were still alive, now that he has escaped - his main drive is to discover their fate.
Personality: Has quite the inferiority complex and is often heard saying things along the lines of 'I am sorry, as you can see - I am ungraceful' normally after pulling a stunt / attack / action that requires a lot of grace. Due to his imprisonment he often talks badly about himself.
Appearance:
outfit:
Other: has slight but is only able to manifest gills |
47,156 | 1,276 | 7 | 1,854 | 4,756 | Manuel Lukamba - Gym
It was the music of shredding muscles and popping bones that accompanied Manuel's vigorous training. The Gym was empty at that time of the morning, as most prisoners spent their time at their cells waiting for the midday meal. Manuel spent the points he earned in the arena to purchase some freedoms most inmates never experienced, and while those who did enjoy special privileges used it for luxuries, Manuel only asked for time to improve. His goal was to become a stronger, better fighter so he could continue to live. It was the only thing he knew in life. Might is right, and the weak die.
He stood with his legs apart at shoulder length, squatting backwards to counter the weights he was holding. The bar was full on both ends with odd weights which somehow reached a rough equilibrium, and used all of the loose weights at the gym. Manuel couldn't count that high to know how much he lifted, but it never felt enough. He raised the weights and relished in the exquisite pain it caused him as the muscles in his chest, shoulders, back and arms teared long winding strips of his skin. It was a wonderful feeling of power, one he would never give up on as long as he lived.
Manuel Lukamba - Cafeteria
There was something fundamentally wrong in the way Manuel walked in the cafeteria. The hulking mass of flesh and scars had a frightening spring to his step - he shouldn't have been that quick, or walk with such fluid movements. He quickly came to the front of the line and asked for his meal. That was another one of his perks - a thick broth, made with vegetables, wheat and slabs of beef floating around, filled a deep bowl reserved for a select few who bought the rights to own it. Such a meal was required for Manuel's routine - he often consumed 20,000 calories a day, a part of his daily life.
He walked by the others - mere targets to beat inside and outside the ring - and sat down at the table reserved for his kind, tge MIR faction. He had a fight scheduled later that day. Manuel's thoughts let him smile and reveal an awful sight. Broken, chipped and crooked teeth, all growing wildly to replace teeth he had already lost, forming a hideous sight reminiscent of a shark's mouth - rows of hungry, hungry teeth... and he stopped smiling, and those teeth ripped into the cooked flesh of his meal. | Name: Clovis Luki
Age: 19
Power: Kinetic Absorption - Clovis has an amazing ability to absorb all kinetic energy that hits him. An invisible layer around his body that completely envelops the boy. This makes all directions of attacks fairly useless with most weapons.
It basically works that if an object with momentum strikes at his body, he will treat the object like it didn't even touch him, be it a bullet or a punch. So, where does the energy or momentum of the object go? You can't just make it disappear out of nowhere! That is true, the energy is actually dispersed through his body, the kinetic energy stored within himself to be used for strength, speed, stamina, and other physical abilities! Clovis could even, with enough energy stored within his body, forgo sleep.
However, with every awesome power must come with some disadvantages. The most prominent would be the amount that he can take in all together. Clovis would be able to protect himself from one or two rapid fire machine guns, but if an entire squad decides to fire at him all at once, the intake of kinetic energy would be too much and make Clovis pass out in the process. The other main disadvantage would be any other weapon that doesn't require kinetic energy to harm another person. This would include most elements, lasers, explosions, sound, and even physic powers. Strangely enough, exposure to harmful amounts from elements could drain his kinetic reserves at an elevated rate, rather than normally expending the energy for his own uses.
Nationality: German
Bio: Born into the high ranking society of his country, he was rather a privileged boy living his life in the lap of luxury. The family was rich for the sake of being rich, his mother a trophy wife with his father inheriting a company that is run by his advisers. So, when you live with everything already to be given to you, life gets boring. Through the younger years of his life, he stayed within his room either studying or idly sitting around with nothing in mind. His parents tried to push friends on him, but Clovis always ignored them. It was only until at the age of ten he discovered his powers.
Walking along his rather large plot of land, one of the chauffeurs had spontaneously received a heart attack making the car swerve into the direction of little boy Clovis. The car would had killed him without his powers, but his meta-human ability formed out of the fatal situation, and he stopped the car instantly. The resulting kinetic intake easily burst the newly formed powers causing Clovis to pass out.
After some time in the hospital, Clovis's mind was curious about his new power, hiding it from his family as he practiced his ability far into the land of his estate. There, he trained his power merely for the entertainment value it brought him from his boring life. By the age of nineteen, Clovis managed to fully master the basics of his power, able to absorb larger amounts of energy and even expand even his absorption shield further! However, while training, he kept up with his studies for school and kept up appearances for his family. It was only until one night, sleeping in his room, he was kidnapped. A note left on his bed saying that he was leaving home to never return, a story that many would believe due to the constant aloof behavior without anyone getting to know his true feelings. He would spend some time at facility until a explosion allows him to escape.
Personality: Aloof, that would be the one word to describe him. Clovis doesn't like anyone getting near him, apparent as he will sometimes say you are in his personal space. He finds solace in being alone, interacting with others if it means to help himself and his goals. So obviously many people see him as quite a rude person, although you may learn to find that he is a highly perceptive, intelligent, and quick-witted teenager for his age.
For goals that he truly believes in, Clovis is quite dedicated and fair, never going for any cheap shots or dirty tricks to sully his reputation. Mainly, he is the type of person to hang in the back of the group, but interjects when things either gets serious or a situation absolutely requires him to do something. All in all, he's a decent person at best.
Other: I was feeling unimaginative with his appearance. |
47,157 | 1,276 | 8 | 1,123 | 986 | Orihime Hoshimi - Cafeteria
Ew… I would rather have that expired yogurt from who knows when than eat this… thing…
Orihime stared down at her plate of 'food', scooping its contents up with a spoon and watching it drip like lumpy liquid off it. 'Ew' indeed. Just a measly little bowl of gruel that the higher-ups thought would be enough to feed these sort-of normal human beings. Of course, it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
The woman walked slower than usual towards the table of Amazon members; Orihime felt like she wanted to get more insight on the other sort-of normal human beings in this prison. Orihime was what you would call 'brain before brawn' type of person… observing possible opponents before possibly going head to head with them was something Orihime deemed extremely important.
There were quite a few people she recognized at first glance. She didn't really pay as much attention; it was the factionless people that really caught her eye. Orihime even had individual nicknames for these people, just so she could remember them clearly: you had 'Fist-to-the-Wall' Gloria Lieth, who possessed the frightening ability to pass through walls; although it may not seem as scary at first, Orihime was sure most of the prisoners here had experienced some sort of 'clashing' with the young ninteen-year-old. Then there was 'The Messenger' Nariv Arya. Orihime knew him quite a bit, especially since the two shared the same cell as each other. But it was gathering info that was important here. There was also the other factions as well, but the young woman decided not to just stand around gawking at every single people filled table. That would just be… weird.
Orihime walked towards the group of women huddled around the table, placing herself on the small extra space the others managed to make room for. Spooning up the 'food' and seeing it drip from off the metal, Orihime sighed, holding her breath so she wouldn't have to taste this ungodly piece of icky gloop.
Let's eat. | Name: Manuel Lukamba
Age: 23
Power: Regenerative Healing Factor.
Pros - He's a very, very hard man to kill.
Cons - It fucking hurts. He is incapacitated for the duration of his regeneration following severe injuries.
Nationality: Angolan
Bio: Manuel lived in the slums of Luanda. A sea of huts was huddled together under sky-scrapers and mansions, all courtesy of the country's oil boom. The city drew the rich and the powerful sucking their wealth from black gold, and with strange men from distant lands came strange tastes. The underground ring was a popular hangout for anyone with the money to enjoy real blood sports. The poor of the city were kidnapped from the street and thrown in the pit in a fight to the death, for the entertainment of the obscenely rich.
Manuel was unfortunate enough to have been kidnapped as a teenager and forced to fight in the blood sport. He was abandoned by his mother at an early age and lived off begging and trash until he found he had a gift - a power so magnificent he soon became the only attraction in the underground ring of Luanda. He was constantly pitted against savage animals from the jungles inland, human waste from the city and trained killers. It continued for years, until his existence was known by those who desired the freak even more, and he was kidnapped yet again - this time to the center.
Personality: Manuel is a jaded cynic and masochist with an inferiority complex. His personality is strongly anti-authority, violent, proactive and unstable. He's prone to addiction (He's a smoker and an alcoholic), very direct and confrontational. To put it in other words, he's a self-destructive and violent loose cannon.
Other: Manuel's favorite food is bananas, he can't read and he gets these nervous ticks whenever he hears AC/DC. |
47,158 | 1,276 | 9 | 1,854 | 4,756 | Gloria Lieth - The Center ==> New York City
Gloria was just finishing her meal when it happened. The event that would change her life forever, the event that would change the lives of everyone in the Center forever. As Gloria stood up to leave the entire building was rocked by an all mighty boom. The ground shook and on the other side of the cafeteria one of the walls blew in. Gloria watching in shock as concrete collapsed into the room. The damage to the cafeteria wasn't as severe as the rest of the facility and though the entire room was filled with a cloud of dust the stung the eyes and almost caused Gloria to choke only those right next to the destroyed wall were injured. The rest of the cafeteria looked on in amazement for a single moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity.
When that moment passed a single thought seemed to reverberate around the room. That the Center was in shambles. And just like that the entire caf devolved into chaos. People started running for the doors, pushing each other out of the way, desperate to be free. Gloria saw her chance to get out just like the others and started to run. She weaved through a mass of bodies, slipping and sliding this way and that in the effort to get through. But they were like rats in a maze. Even with the damage the Center had taken the mutants were still there top priority.
Gloria heard the gunshots before she saw the guards. The Center was designed not to let anybody leave. The corridors were intentionally narrow so that if a prison break was attempted the prisoners were bottle necked. As the bullets screeched through the air Gloria closed her eyes expecting to be shot. But the shot never landed. The heavy, concrete solid feeling that had invaded Gloria's every molecule since she'd been captured was suddenly gone and she felt the small pellet of lead go through her body. Her eyes widened and a gleaming smile with just a hint of mischief filled her eyes. At the top of her lungs she shouted. "Our powers are working!" she evidently wasn't the only one that knew it. Explosions started to ring all around, people flying through the air, jumping off the walls. Concrete was shattered as ice mutants froze it, fires started all over the place and Gloria just ran. She didn't care about the sting in her body as she passed through other living breathing people. All she cared about was escaping.
The Center was rigged with redundancy protocols, even with the dampeners down, the walls were lined with an electric grid to prevent people like Gloria from phasing through them. Though most of them had lost power Gloria couldn't chance it and so kept running through people, forcing herself to the front of the line. When she finally burst through the doors the yard wasn't in much better shape. She saw the Julius Abir causing small explosions with each hit he landed on a guard. The sound of bullets filled the air but the one thing that Gloria took in fulling was that the fence had been ripped apart. By mutants or the initial explosion she didn't know and didn't care.
She wasn't the only one running, crowds of mutants were surging out of the doors, running for cover and for freedom. Gloria saw many of them fall to the guards and just as many fighting back or fleeing. The girl with the golden hair ran for all she was worth. Through the gate with the other mutants and towards the forest outside.
Gloria only stopped when she heard someone call her name. She turned around to see the source and realized it was Edmund. He was her bunkmate and when she'd first come to the Center, before she'd found Hippolyta, he'd taught her how to survive. He was a teleporter and as she watched he vanished from one place to the next till he was standing right next to her. "We need to get out of here Gloria." he said over the noise. Gloria nodded and took his hand. Edmund closed his eyes and the world dissolved in front of Gloria's face. When it reappeared they were standing in a park she remembered from her childhood, Central Park, New York City. But they weren't alone.
All around Gloria and Edmund were other people from the Center. Perhaps nine or ten in all. Just as Gloria was thinking how strange that was Edmund collapsed next to her. "Edmund." she said, searching his face for something. He was still alive but barely.
He smiled "I got them all out, but I guess it wasn't that great for my ticker." Who knew how far they'd come and bringing eleven people had been too much for Edmund.
"No, there's got to be something we can do."
"No time, go, keep these people safe. They're going to need someone to lead them."
Then Edmund closed his eyes and laid still. Looking around at the escapees Gloria's mind went blank. She couldn't help these people. The Center would come for them soon. The silver shackles on everyone's left arm were equipped with tracking devices. They would be here within a couple of hours. | Name: Clovis Luki
Age: 19
Power: Kinetic Absorption - Clovis has an amazing ability to absorb all kinetic energy that hits him. An invisible layer around his body that completely envelops the boy. This makes all directions of attacks fairly useless with most weapons.
It basically works that if an object with momentum strikes at his body, he will treat the object like it didn't even touch him, be it a bullet or a punch. So, where does the energy or momentum of the object go? You can't just make it disappear out of nowhere! That is true, the energy is actually dispersed through his body, the kinetic energy stored within himself to be used for strength, speed, stamina, and other physical abilities! Clovis could even, with enough energy stored within his body, forgo sleep.
However, with every awesome power must come with some disadvantages. The most prominent would be the amount that he can take in all together. Clovis would be able to protect himself from one or two rapid fire machine guns, but if an entire squad decides to fire at him all at once, the intake of kinetic energy would be too much and make Clovis pass out in the process. The other main disadvantage would be any other weapon that doesn't require kinetic energy to harm another person. This would include most elements, lasers, explosions, sound, and even physic powers. Strangely enough, exposure to harmful amounts from elements could drain his kinetic reserves at an elevated rate, rather than normally expending the energy for his own uses.
Nationality: German
Bio: Born into the high ranking society of his country, he was rather a privileged boy living his life in the lap of luxury. The family was rich for the sake of being rich, his mother a trophy wife with his father inheriting a company that is run by his advisers. So, when you live with everything already to be given to you, life gets boring. Through the younger years of his life, he stayed within his room either studying or idly sitting around with nothing in mind. His parents tried to push friends on him, but Clovis always ignored them. It was only until at the age of ten he discovered his powers.
Walking along his rather large plot of land, one of the chauffeurs had spontaneously received a heart attack making the car swerve into the direction of little boy Clovis. The car would had killed him without his powers, but his meta-human ability formed out of the fatal situation, and he stopped the car instantly. The resulting kinetic intake easily burst the newly formed powers causing Clovis to pass out.
After some time in the hospital, Clovis's mind was curious about his new power, hiding it from his family as he practiced his ability far into the land of his estate. There, he trained his power merely for the entertainment value it brought him from his boring life. By the age of nineteen, Clovis managed to fully master the basics of his power, able to absorb larger amounts of energy and even expand even his absorption shield further! However, while training, he kept up with his studies for school and kept up appearances for his family. It was only until one night, sleeping in his room, he was kidnapped. A note left on his bed saying that he was leaving home to never return, a story that many would believe due to the constant aloof behavior without anyone getting to know his true feelings. He would spend some time at facility until a explosion allows him to escape.
Personality: Aloof, that would be the one word to describe him. Clovis doesn't like anyone getting near him, apparent as he will sometimes say you are in his personal space. He finds solace in being alone, interacting with others if it means to help himself and his goals. So obviously many people see him as quite a rude person, although you may learn to find that he is a highly perceptive, intelligent, and quick-witted teenager for his age.
For goals that he truly believes in, Clovis is quite dedicated and fair, never going for any cheap shots or dirty tricks to sully his reputation. Mainly, he is the type of person to hang in the back of the group, but interjects when things either gets serious or a situation absolutely requires him to do something. All in all, he's a decent person at best.
Other: I was feeling unimaginative with his appearance. |
47,159 | 1,277 | 0 | 1,180 | 1,981 | Fynn
In a sleepy village near the coast Lucumbro, all would seem fine to an outsider. No stories, no rumors, no horrifying tales. It was just a hamlet close to Firebird territory. Even if some of the citizens were standoffish, most would regard this as a good place to live. Currently, it was sunny, clear skies, an hour before noon. There were a small amount of people wandering about outside, running errands or some such. Overall, the perfect place for vagrants.
Kait Arouraios
One such travelers was Kait Arouraios, who was traveling through, still on the lookout for a master Magus to apprentice. This town seemed promising though, a master by the name of Vivian seemed like she could be convinced to allow Kait to study under her. For now though, she was just stepping out of the inn she had slept in the previous night. Though she didn't have much money, there were fairly large spiders and rats in the cellar, which the student took care of, obviously pointing out the irony in the situation before hand. After said job, she had a free night in the inn, and sleeping in her own bed again felt great.
Kait's first order of business was to get some food, which the inn she had stayed in sorely lacked. But this was a fisherman's town, so there was no way there wasn't some delicious fresh fish to be cooked here, even if she had to light the fire herself. The rat began wandering the streets to find some form of vendor, unsure if the city's layout but still willing to find food. | IMPORTANT NPCS
Intel: Me, you're fearless commander. Fearless doesn't mean powerful though, so you guys will be doing all the heavy lifting. Luckily, I know just about everything that goes on in Lucumbro, so you're in good hands.
Strategy: Why would you fight me? I don't even know fencing. I just know how to play the lute.
Sardiel's life was well documented, by an advisor of some kind. I've transcribed it here.
Sardiel was born a long while ago, to parents who had recently taken the throne; back then, the culture was noticeably different from how things are in the present day. Most notably, there was a significantly-reduced presence of elven nobles in the court of Lucumbro, as many such families had yet to achieve the success and wealth that centuries of experience helps to catalyse without strictly guaranteeing either. Many of those present at the time were instead human, and Sardiel soon noticed that the older humans in the court, servant and noble alike, would sometimes disappear permanently with no warning. Though his parents gave reasons for their vanishing during his childhood, such as "we removed them from their position for doing a bad job" and "they're taking an extended rest in the next country over", maturity brought with it an ever more unhealthy awareness of the concept of death, and the fact that even elves were not immune to their lives ending, a point hammered in quite roughly when Sardiel was unfortunate enough to have one of the eldest elves in court expire of heart failure right in front of him.
Naturally, this shaped much of his future mindset, most notably the permanent fear that he too would eventually die. He desperately did not want to die. What would happen if he died? Maybe his soul would be taken to an afterlife of grand scope and high adventure, as the religion of the time dictated... and then again, maybe he'd just be permanently incognizant, save if a necromancer drew his soul back into the realm of the living. Or worse, subjected to some impossible nightmare for no good reason, other than that he'd failed to survive beyond his time. For two hundred years, these ideas plagued him, leaving him despondent and insular day-in and day-out, and he even considered hiring a necromancer to resurrect him as some form of undead entity just to ensure he would not die of old age.
And then, one day, he had an inconceivable stroke of luck. Two decades or so ago, a minute stockpile of Lapis had been acquired within Lucumbro- no more than a few gemstones overall- and its effects tested in secret by a significant mage group at the time, and it had been discovered back then that upon the performance of certain rituals, this Lapis would do something or other. The "something or other" in question had recently been revealed as slowing the aging process, for several of the older users had yet to pass on, whilst the younger users seemed to be very similar in age to how they had been years before. Naturally, the mages of the guild saw this as a form of minor miracle; just as naturally, upon Sardiel's discovery of the substance, he demanded as soon as possible that the group give him one of those stones and the instructions for how to use it, though he offered a quite handsome sum of money in return. Since one does not refuse an order (or payment) from royalty without good cause, even as a guild of mages, they agreed to his terms, and granted him the stone and the information on how to use it.
His first anti-aging ritual was performed that very night, and paved the way for him to progress further into the realms of magic and Lapi use over the course of his life. With each ritual, his aging slowed more and more heavily, and he was ever vigilant about ensuring he performed these regularly. At three hundred, he appeared to be two hundred and sixty; at four hundred, upon the deaths of his dear parents and his coronation as king, he seemed merely two hundred and ninety; and at six hundred, after the birth of his third and final child, he looked to be no more than three hundred and ten. This pattern continued accordingly for hundreds more years, until Sardiel finally mastered the anti-aging Lapis completely, and his appearance ceased to advance from an apparent three hundred and thirty five years or so, even though by then he was more than a millennium old, his wife deceased and his eldest child approaching a quite elderly state.
So, too, had the people of the land begun questioning the state of affairs of royal progression: whilst many of the shorter-lived races were unaware of how unnaturally youthful Sardiel was, many longer-lived beings such as elves, and indeed plenty of nobles in a court that was by now already beginning to shift toward elven monopoly, were beginning to ask exactly when Sardiel would perish and pass his crown on to his children. As well, a lot of people were not necessarily content with his ruling style, his tendency to consider the long term gain over the short term loss, the many over the few, the kingdom's expansion over mere local customs and fears. And so, as both self-protection and assuaging of fears, Sardiel developed a plan to fake his own death.
The next day, King Sardiel rode off for a distant land, escorted by a small batallion of guards. Eight days later, the guards returned with a corpse, announcing that the king had unfortunately expired of some rare illness in that land, and that the throne would now belong to his eldest, or his eldest if he should expire before coronation.
The day after that, Sardiel returned to the castle in secret, undetected by anyone, and ensconced himself in the castle's inner sanctum. There, he handed a false crown to his (frankly surprised) eldest child to be declared king with, for though he might be king in name, Sardiel's continued semi-mortal existence meant he was naught but a figurehead. The power remained with his father alone, and if he and his descendants wanted to prove themselves loyal, they would comply with the true king's orders, and take this secret to their graves save for telling the truth to their own children. Some time later, it occurred to Sardiel that perhaps not all of the current "king"'s children would need to be informed, but by then all of his grandchildren and even some great-grandchildren knew. He supposed it wasn't entirely bad form; after all, he'd need informants to tell him the current state of affairs beyond and within the walls of the castle.
Another millennium or so passed. Sardiel's children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, passed into and out of life; Sardiel continued to live unaging in that time, his descendants bringing him food, drink, and interaction. After a time, one of them brought in a few servants to assist Sardiel's life and personal interaction; though he was furious at first, especially after learning about discussions early on of how similar each new king's ruling policy had been to Sardiel's own, evolving into a semi-myth about some vastly-powerful demon called "The Eternal King" who controlled each monarch of Lucumbro (which over time was growing into a full-blown empire spanning multiple countries) into doing its bidding, it transpired that none broke the secret of his continued existence to the world at large, and he eventually adapted to the change in circumstance, even managing to convince some of them to sneak Lapis stones of various sorts into the inner sanctum to let him continue practicing his magical abilities as needed.
Unfortunately, the scope of the cover-up eventually became too grand to hide. Sardiel still has no clue who revealed that he was still alive and ruling from the shadows to the court and world alike, be it one of his younger descendants or a newer servant who had yet to establish how extreme the consequences of their actions might be. However, it stood that the current "king" was the one to inform him of his rediscovered existence, and that in light of "the miraculous discovery about his ancestor's continued existence", as it was put to the court with no indication that he'd known about him beforehand, he had abdicated from the throne entirely in favour of his maniple-great-grandparent, who after all was "far more qualified to rule kindly and fairly thanks to their experience and wisdom".
Sardiel found it hard to be angry or scared about this turn of events, mostly because he was rushed into his "re-coronation" almost as soon as the prior "king" announced his abdication to Sardiel. It quickly became clear that opinions in the court (now very heavily populated by elves) were mixed about his return and/or hiding in the shadows - some saw it as the same miraculous discovery it had been pitched as, and others believed it might be good to have an experienced warrior in charge; some were relatively indifferent, whilst others still were enraged at apparently being lied to, either about his continued existence outright, or else that he'd possibly been pulling the strings for far longer than he had any right to in their eyes. Some even attributed the name of the non-existent demon that myths had been built about to Sardiel himself, in praise and in mockery alike. And of course, Sardiel knew full well that these sentiments would be emulated in the empire at large, with much more dire results than simple anger: civil war was surely on the horizon.
Quickly, he arranged his affairs to prepare for the inevitable. The smiths and enchanters were ordered to construct a new set of equipment- armour, shield, mace, and swords- for "the ruling monarch both present and future", though he fully intended this ruling monarch to be himself for the rest of time now that the truth was known, "and the family of the same". He hired individuals of a mildly unscrupulous nature to burrow through the court, up to and including the King's Guard, to determine who if any were disloyal to him, and purged from their positions of power and wealth anyone who it seemed was even slightly opposed to the crown, replacing them with others who he could be sure would not turn against him; once again, he sacrificed short-term gain for long-term benefit, as he knew this move would surely be seen as draconian in nature and accelerate the oncoming storm's arrival, though he believed it utterly necessary to ensure he would survive to see the storm pass.
And finally, funds were invested into the military: soldiers, knights, and generals were hired and trained as needed, combat equipment was produced at a rate unseen since the conflict against a neighboring empire three hundred years ago, military outposts were set up in the most important areas of Lucumbro's rule, and guard patrols became more frequent throughout the land of Lucumbro. All to help combat what by then was beginning to present itself as a rising movement, in the form of the so-called Glanz Empire, the start of a legacy that Sardiel was sure would prove to be a corrupt and rotten hulk throughout. Power, after all, is a force that corrupts many, indeed an end rather than a means; if he himself wasn't evidence of that, he didn't know what was.
He prays he will have the courage to relinquish the excess of power he has built up once the war is over. Moreso, he prays he will have the option to begin with.
Strategy: Though the king prefers not to fight, when cornered, he's still a foe to be reckoned with. He's armed with a mace, two blades, a heater shield, and a unique set of armor that hardens when struck, allowing both defence and mobility. He's also mastered a lightning Lapis, as well as a Lapis that let's him generate and manipulate plant matter. There have even been reports of a giant treant fighting by his side. I doubt we'll ever even meet him, let alone fight him, but just in case, stay on your toes.
Intel: There really isn't much info on the Firebird's Commander, but here's what I have; Born 117 years ago and cursed with the seed of a demon, her life was hell until her home burned down and she joined with the rebellion. She was trained personally by the previous commander before he was killed in battle and she took his place. Under her, the rebellion became a full scale war, with her impassioned speeches on revolution and power. Ever since, she's lead the Firebird Legion in their fight against the King. No one knows how she's stayed alive for so long. Some suspect her demon's blood, some suspect Lapi, and some suspect she has died, since she now refuses to make public appearances beyond the battlefield.
Strategy: Gennisi is incredibly powerful, both as a general, and as a combatant. She destroys any men that fall before her with her spear and her sunlight Lapi, and her shield is useful for both deflecting hits, and can be thrown as a weapon, always returning back to her. She also possesses power over gravity, able to root enemies in place or drag them in a certain direction. It's even been rumored that she's immortal, for no matter how many times she's been struck down in battle, she's come back again. Avoid at all costs.
CURRENT OBJECTIVE |
47,160 | 1,277 | 1 | 679 | 1,156 | Just another day on the job.
Morada grumbled through clenched teeth. She stood outside The Flopping Lightningfish, not that Morada could read the sign. A tavern filled with washed up fools and day drunks. Her least favorite kind of people. But the ale was good so she couldn't complain. Morada shoved the door open, causing it to swing against the adjacent wall. The bell above the door jingled cheerfully, contrasting sharply against the crash of the door. A barmaid with a plastered on smile, and cloth stuffed down her shirt, began to turn around to greet Morada. But as soon as she saw who, or what, was in the open door her smile quickly pressed into a hard line. Her eyes filled with fear.
Bright yellow eyes scanned over the crowded Tavern, those who were sober quickly looked away or appeared busy.
It didn't take Morada long to locate her target, sitting alone at the far end of the bar. He was a greasy looking human man, slicked back black hair with an ever present smirk on his face. Morada made her way down the bar, people eagerly moving to let the Half-Orc through. The man glanced up at Morada out of the corner of his eye, but made no reaction. Even as people around him were scrambling to move out of her way the man still looked confident.
"Oi." Morada finally spoke, her voice low and rough. "Pay up."
The man slowly turned his head upward, still smirking.
"I do believe that you have the wrong guy, Greenskin. And if I did owe money I certainly wouldn't trust it in your hands, so why don't you run back to whoever holds your leash and tell them to send someone more...civilized."
Morada saw red. Her upper lip curled up in a snarl as she moved with surprising speed for one her size. She grabbed, by the roots, a fist full of the mans hair. His expression turned, very quickly, from cockiness to fear. But it wasn't enough to satisfy Morada's rage.
With a roar Morada slammed the mans head, face first, into the bar. She pulled it back, only to slam it down a second time. She could hear his nose snap from the force, and the streaking and flying blood was a nice touch. On the third trip down Morada stopped this time, mere centimeters from the bar top. She felt him tense and brace for an impact that wasn't coming, and she smirked.
She leaned down next to his ear, smirking still.
"Hows abouts you pay early next month, and I won't have to find you again."
The man nodded feverishly, as far as he could nod with Morada still keeping her vice grip on his hair. Morada stood back up straight.
"Good." She grumbled, releasing her grip on his head and watching him smack face first into the bar.
As the man was still recovering from the beating, Morada tore his coin purse right off his belt.
"I'll be taking this. Thank you for your cooperation." | Morada
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Race: Half-Orc
Equipment
Great Axe - Morada's pride and joy, the only good thing to come out of her military training in her opinion. It's incredible heavy and requires quite a bit of heft in order to swing. But it's weight comes in handy, making it devastating to be hit by. Some lightweight or unaware enemies can be sent flying by it's force.
Javelins - While Morada prefers to get up close and personal with her enemies, she also enjoys a bit of target practice. With enough wind up and preparation Morada can easily throw the javelin 60ft with surprisingly good accuracy.
Cloth Armor - Aligning with her nomadic and barbaric childhood Morada refuses to wear any armor, claiming that it gets in the way. She doesn't like how heavy and weighed down she feels in metal armor.
Bear Tooth Necklace - A gift from her Tribe's Leader as a way to remind her where her roots are.
Abilities
N/A Unless RAGE counts.
Talents
Barbarian - In combat Morada can channel her primal anger into her strength, making her hits hit harder while making her harder to hit. The longer she is engaged in combat, or if the battle is particularly dangerous, her rage builds and builds into a deadly frenzy.
Survival - Years of living out in the Wilds has made Morada quite the survivalist. She can forage and hunt, track, and create livable shelter with very little man-made supplies.
Personality: Morada has a big and intimidating personality to match her big and intimidating exterior. For the most part Morada is quiet and always watching with a scowl on her face. Most people wouldn't assume Morada is a good person, Morada doesn't even think she is a good person. She just follows her orders. Her people, and those who can get to know her, know that she wants what is best for those she calls Friend.
She still has trouble understanding the rules of civilized society. She tears into her food without care for manners, snarls and curses at anyone she believes deserves it, and, rarely says please or thank you. Morada often doesn't feel fulfilled or important unless she is in battle. Morada was bred, born, and raised to be a warrior and feels pretty useless in any situation other then combat or hard labor. This feeling of importance only lasts until the battle is over and the rage has no other outlet.
Biography:
Morada's origins are murky at best. It's common knowledge that Half-Orcs are born out of...less then favorable outcomes for Human Females. Morada stands as a living warning for women who journey off the mountain passes alone. Thus, Morada never knew her mother, and no man stepped forward to be her father. Once Morada was old enough to feed herself she was left to her own raising. Life in the Orc Tribe was difficult, especially for one like her with 'thinner blood'. Morada learned from an early age that the only thing to keeping herself alive was her fists and her anger.
But just as Morada was starting to proove herself to her Tribe tragedy struck. Morada was twelve years old when a troop of Lucumbroian Soldiers was sent in to eradicate the Orc Tribe that had been endangering trade through the mountains. Over half the tribe was either wiped out or scattered. Several members, including Morada, were taken captive. When her captors discovered Morada's age they faced an ethical dilemma, and decided to put her in the custody of a powerful Lapi Sorcerer.
The Sorcerer attempted to teach Morada about Magic, hoping to give the girl a better quality of life. But Morada was far too impatient and weak willed to be able to control Lapi. She had also been caught several times trying to escape the Sorcerers home, each attempt getting more and more dangerous. After only a year of living with the young Half-Orc the Sorcerer began to fear for his life, and sent Morada along.
Morada was returned to the Human army, where she remained for five years. They figured if she couldn't figure out magic she would be able to figure out combat. With any luck she would be some sort of super soldier. Morada excelled in physical combat, her anger channeling into powerful attacks. But she refused to wear armor, and was poor at taking directions. She still upheld her rebellious Orc Blood. Her rebellious and freedom seeking nature came at an all time high when she was sent with a squadron of soldiers outside the city.
The group was sent to the mountains, the very mountains Morada once lived in, to help escort a trade caravan. Morada found this as her opportunity to finally earn her freedom. In the night she slipped away from the group, threatening the man on watch with death if she was followed. It didn't take long for Morada to find her old Tribe, who welcomed her back gladly. She was painted as a hero who went to the Civilized world, and returned to the Wilds.
Morada was glad to be home, but something felt different in her. As a Half-Orc she struggled to find where she truly fit in. She didn't feel like she was part of the Civilized world or the Wilds. By the end of her Twenty Second year Morada left her Tribe, unable to resist her urge to find her place. She told her Tribe that she was searching for her true strength, and that she would someday return with it.
The Kingdom of Lucumbro was her destination, and this time she was going there of her own free will. Morada settled down in the slums of a city, selling her services as a mercenary and a bodyguard. She doesn't mind the small home she lives in, or the fighting for money. But Morada can't shake the feeling that she was meant for something more.
Other: Morada cannot read or write, this embarrasses her greatly. She's trying to learn but finds it difficult to stay focused on learning. |
47,161 | 1,277 | 2 | 1,819 | 16 | The sun’s scorching rays beat down relentlessly on Rane as he made his way through the street, sword held loosely in a gauntleted fist. His plate armour seemed particularly heavy in under the heat. Any other day, he’d have opted to be less conspicuous, but the task at hand would not be particularly difficult; besides, nothing parted the filthy, stinking throng like a bare blade, glinting maliciously in the sunlight.
The bustling street was lined with an assortment shops and buildings, and littered with peasants and craftsmen of all trades. The air was filled with a heavy stench of unwashed bodies and horse droppings. Beggars and hawkers gave him a wide berth upon seeing his sword. Those who were brave enough to approach him were sent scurrying away with a cold glare.
The few guards that dotted the streets lumbered about with their chests puffed out and weapons held high. The sun glinted off the rusted pieces of chain armour that dangled off their shoulders, framing an offensively bright symbol on their chests. Ridiculous pointed helmets sat atop their heads, giving them the appearance of a grounded flock of birds. Canned chickens, Rane thought.
Regardless, he sheathed his sword and turned his head whenever a group of them strutted by, beaks in the air and arses dragging on the ground. He had no doubt he could kill them all, but his employer had not mentioned them in his instructions. No need to tarnish his reputation over a scuffle like that.
“Sir, spare some gold,” a voice croaked from behind him.
Rane turned around, and found himself face to face with a short beggar. There wasn’t a single word that could adequately describe the pitiful excuse of a man hunched before him. A few wispy strands of white clung on to a sunburned head, sitting atop a body that resembled a leper’s skin stretched over a bundle of sticks. His face was covered entirely with bruises and wrinkles. A few colourless rags were draped over his sagging shoulders in a failed attempt at decency. His long, thin fingers clasped on to a worn leather pouch that had most likely belonged to someone else at some point. It was a surprise the beggar had not keeled over on the spot.
“No,” Rane replied. He turned around and continued walking, paying no more mind to the beggar.
He only made it a few steps before the voice chimed in again. “Sir, honour’ble, noble knight, surely, ye must have some gold in yer pocket for a poor soul,” the beggar rasped.
“No. Go away.”
Rane continued walking. The beggar followed him. He wasn’t sure if the man was brave, or just insane. Whichever one, he certainly was persistent. He would have continued ignoring him, until the beggar latched on to his elbow with his bony hands.
“Sir, please, sir, a man needs to eat,” the beggar piped up, “I’d be etern’ly grateful for some gold, sir.”
He continued walking, but the man pulled at his elbow, his incessant pleading an assault upon the ears. Rane tried shaking the man off, but his grip only tightened.
Rane sighed. “Tell you what,” he said grudgingly, “I may have a few spare coins. Let’s get behind this alley, I don’t want some thieves getting any ideas.”
“Oh, of course, noble sir,” the beggar exclaimed in delight, “There ain’t no thief brave ‘nough to steal yer gold, good sir, gen’rous sir, kind and noble . . .”
Rane brought the man between two buildings, quickly glancing around to make sure they were alone. He looked at the beggar one more time, and reached into his pouch, rummaging about. The beggar’s eyes followed with barely-concealed ecstasy, his mouth spread in a wide, toothless grin.
Without warning, his hand shot up and latched onto one of the beggar’s rags. The man looked up in surprise and indignation. Before he could speak, Rane jammed the rag into the beggar’s mouth and pushed his head into the brick wall, crushing his skull with a sickening crunch. The beggar’s scream was cut off by the rag. Slowly, he lifted the man’s head, peering at his bloodied face.
“S-sir, please,” the beggar mumbled between coughs, his voice stifled by the makeshift gag. Before he could finish, Rane tightened his grip and slammed the beggar’s face back onto the wall. He systematically repeated the action several times, until the beggar’s muffled wails quieted to nothing.
Rane let go, and the limp corpse slid to the ground. He picked the beggar’s pouch off the ground and opened it, to reveal a few bent coppers. He tossed the pouch beside the man and scattered the coins around it. Anyone stumbling upon the scene would believe the beggar had been mugged.
Calmly, he removed the saliva-covered rag from the what was left of the beggar’s mouth and wiped the blood off his gauntlet, careful not to leave any in the chinks. He cast the tattered cloth on the ground beside its owner, and left the alleyway, blending back into the busy streets. | Rane Mendrake
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Race: Human
Equipment
Plain sword – Weighs around 10 lbs, easily swung around. It was meant to be held in one hand, but Rane often switches between stances, holding it in his left, his right, and sometimes both. It was fashioned by a local blacksmith. It’s sturdy and doesn’t break easily, but also isn’t sharp enough to pierce through any more than reinforced leather. Rane adjusts his fighting style to accommodate for this, and often bludgeons armoured opponents with the pommel.
Heavy plate armour – Courtesy of Lord Janys for several months of dedicated service. Contrary to the quality his sword and other belongings, his armor was made by royal smiths out of finer metals. It originally had golden trimming, but Rane thought it looked ridiculous and had it removed. His lord insisted that he kept the wings on the helmet, and he grudgingly obliged. Its material cannot be pierced by all but the sharpest of blades, and its structure was made to withstand a good amount of force. It has taken quite a beating over the years.
Wineskin - It's a calfskin sack for some wine. Rane drinks a lot, but usually not before fighting.
Grappling Chain - Perhaps one of Rane's nastier possessions. It was originally a makeshift weapon fashioned from an old rope and half a bear trap. Since then, there have been many iterations of the weapon, the latest being a ten foot steel chain with a venom-drenched hook on one end. Rane can grapple small to medium-sized foes with his chain and pull them in. The hook was also made to find chinks between armour, and its barbs make it much harder to remove, especially in the heat of combat. The venom he uses isn't lethal, but it's strong enough to cripple a limb for a few hours, given some time.
Abilities
Red Lapi ring - When activated, it deadens his nerve endings, so he can’t feel pain. He frequently misuses his Lapi, leaving him exhausted and wounded. Because of this, he often finds himself with injuries that caution could have prevented.
Talents
Swordsmanship – Rane fights ambidextrously and often switches hands in the middle of fights. Having learned most of it on the streets, he isn’t afraid to fight without honour. He’s not a blademaster, but he can definitely hold his own in a fight.
Personality: Quiet, stoic, and utterly boring. He rarely talks, and when he does, it’s often no more than a few words. Although he is a mercenary, he’s fiercely loyal to his employers, at least until their contract ends. He obeys order without question, and has a distinct lack of empathy. However, he’s not a good leader, and typically cannot manage more than ten men at a time. He does have a fairly dry sense of humour, and his sarcastic remarks have landed him in trouble on numerous occasions.
Biography: Rane was a sickly child. His parents were noblemen of a small House, and spent the majority of his youth squandering their money on doctors to try and heal him. Their family fortune dwindled to nothing, and his father grew angrier and angrier. One night, convinced that Rane was the fulfilment of a curse that had been laid upon him years ago, he murdered his wife and threw Rane into the night.
Rane’s adolescence was spent on the streets, stealing food and beating other street rats for coin. A strangely generous thief named Wake took pity on him and took him under his wing, and showed him how to survive, nursing him back to health. His ferocity quickly earned him a following. Though he was the de facto leader of their gang, it was Wake who often gave commands and organized attacks. His gang, the Black Boars, quickly became notorious in his city, though he never had much passion for his life of crime. His anger towards his father was his only driving force. As he grew older and stronger, his anger dwindled, and he felt oddly indifferent towards the injustices he had suffered at the hands of his father. He eventually left his gang, leaving Wake in charge, and became a mercenary.
In an ironic turn of events, his first employer, a wealthy foreign merchant, ordered him to clear out the slums where he had grown up. He led a skeleton crew of six untrained recruits, slaughtering his old gang members. Eventually, he cornered Wake, begging for his life, trying to remind Rane of everything they had been through. Without a hint of hesitation or remorse, Rane rammed his sword through Wake’s throat.
Since that day, Rane has been roaming across the country, looking for work wherever he could find it. He had fought under countless masters and dozens of different banners. He acquired his ring from a nobleman who believed he would abandon the life of a mercenary to fight for him. Naturally, he left when their contract ended. He had also been knighted by another lord he had served, but he never felt any prestige in the title. He never followed any code of honour save his own, and the will of some pea-brained lord wasn't going to change that.
Life had taught Rane a cruel lesson. Some men found purpose in faith, some in riches, and some in love. Despite fighting for gold, Rane dismissed all of these ideas; the only power he ever acknowledged was power itself.
Other: Rane keeps a locket with his old House’s sigil. He has never shown it to anyone, and becomes uncharacteristically angry when someone tries to see what is inside. |
47,162 | 1,277 | 3 | 840 | 66 | Crown Prince Izerk Whitemane the Mighty
Izerk Whitemane of Glimmerdale thought little of Lucumbro's roads, and even less of the bandits that infested them. It seemed quite apparent to the mighty warrior, true of heart as he was, and keen of mind, that the country's descent into civil war had driven both the desperate and the despicable to conduct heinous crimes against their own kinsmen.
Not just three hours past, as the Sun arose in the east, did Izerk enter the burned out hollow ruin of Timberlane. Scorched scaffold marked the skeletal remains of once sturdy hovels, and swarms of flies ran riots around the piles of heavily decayed flesh that dotted the main thoroughfare. The Gorilla surmised a war party had paid the little settlement a visit, and that no defence was a waged - no battle fought. What happened at Timberlane was a slaughter, and such things did not sit well with the son of Goria.
War was not common under the lush canopies of Glimmerdale Forest - but it did happen - and when it did happen, there were certain rules one was expected to abide by. There were notions of dignity, of honour. Life was valued above most things, and the taking of it was not something done without a large amount of forethought. Children were never to be harmed, regardless of their blood; women too, for what was Goria without those who selflessly gave life unto the world? And the very idea of burning an entire settlement was tantamount to excommunication, no matter what banner you fought under.
In Lucumbro though, Izerk had rapidly surmised that Man and Elf paid little heed to the rules of war, or the values of honour and nobility. They were apparently a pair of selfish races, wholly concerned with fulfilling their own futile desires.
Six Men had accosted Izerk not long after he left the ruin of Timberlane. They were a pitiful bunch, with scarred faces and ridden with disease. They waved crude blades at him, and spat curses through cracked and blackened teeth. Initially, the Crown Prince of Glimmerdale attempted to talk them down from their folly, but his tongue's beastial handling of the Lucumbro language drove them towards a mixture of fear and anger, rather than reason and sanity. They charged him with what passed for Men as "war cries".
Now there were six broken - no - shattered bodies beneath the canopy of some random copse. A just price the would-be bandits had paid, for threatening the Crown Prince of Glimmerdale.
And now, as he crested yet another hill laden with the vegetation of Lucumbro's countryside, Izerk looked down upon a body of water so large that it took him several moments to convince himself that what he saw was real. Nothing larger than a lake existed in Glimmerdale Forest, and Lucumbro's bordering ocean was a sight to behold for the Crown Prince. For some minutes, he noted the beauty and sheer enormity of nature's work.
"So, this is what a sea is," he mumbled in the Gora tongue. "Scrolls and tales of the Elders do the reality little justice."
His eyes fell upon the distinctive outline of a human settlement, far off and a few miles east along the coast. It seemed intact, though it was hard to tell from his vantage point. He'd entered many such places, and had found no one to aid him in his mission. In fact, most of visits to Lucumbro settlements had been met with deep-seated scrutiny, sometimes with fear and once or twice with violence.
"Perhaps this little Sea-Town will be different," Izerk grunted, before making towards the settlement at a slow yet inevitable pace. | Crown Prince Izerk Whitemane the Mighty
Gender: Male
Age: 102
Race: Gora (Gorillafolk in the common tongue)
Equipment
Iron War Hammer - A solid, weighty weapon beyond the use of mortal men and their adolescent strength. Six feet in length, with a head that is one foot long and one foot wide, it is a simple yet terrifying tool of death and anguish in the hands of someone who can handle it with finesse. Izerk is such an individual, thanks to his massive strength. Black and rusted, with no marking or fancy sigil to add character to its menacing form, Izerk's war hammer is the cold and unfeeling harbringer of crushed skulls and shattered rib cages. Even the most heavily armoured adversaries fear this mighty warrior's swing, and most would be wise to rely on speed over constitution when daring to face Izerk on even his worst day.
Iron Breast Plate - Izerk and his peoples are simple. Crude iron is all they can hope for in their forest dwellings, and even then it is a rare commodity. Izerk however is blessed, in that his armour is made from the solid yet coarse metal. Four inches thick at its narrowest point, Izerk's breast plate is impenetrable to all but the most powerful attacks (lest they are backed by Lapi). However, even a Gora is tied to the laws of physics, and despite his impressive strength Izerk is still weighted down by this monstrosity masquerading as armour. Whilst wearing it, he cannot hope to swim, and he tires quickly if forced to continuously turn on his heels against a faster opponent. For this reason, Izerk is able to quickly discard the breast plate via four reachable clasps that bind the two halves together. Like his War Hammer, it is black and rusted, and bears no markings or decoration.
Reinforced Iron Pauldrons - Dodged his swing? Sliced at his leg? He looks tired, huh? And angry! But it's okay, just keep dancing around, you've almost got hi- OH MY GOD YOU'RE FLYING! Izerk wears two shoulder pauldrons, again made from solid iron, and simple in appearance. However, they are very thick, sitting comfortably at around eight inches. They weigh down his shoulders, and reduce the movement of his arms. Don't be fooled however. These are not items of protection, oh no, they're actually battering rams. If an opportunity presents itself, Izerk will lower his head and charge his opponent with his shoulder raised; often this is done as part of a feint when in combat, and has caught many opponents off guard with the irregularity of its employment. Furthermore, the shoulder pads offer a great means of knocking down doors and other lesser obstacles. As with the breast plate, they can be quickly removed via two straps under Izerk's armpits.
Light Leather Curiass - Underneath his layer of impenetrable iron, Izerk wears a suit of light leather that cuts off at his voluminous shoulders and his bulky shins. It provides little protection, but is sometimes enough to deter a swipe or a swing to his exposed body. He prefers leather to chainmail, mostly because it increases his mobility when taking into account the iron breast plate and pauldrons.
Abilities
N/A
Talents
Natural Climber - The Gora are natural climbers in their native habitats of ancient trees and rocky outcrops. Whether it is a house, a ship or a rampart, then Izerk is your Gorilla when it comes to scrambling up stuff. However, depending on the height, difficulty of the climb and other such factors, Izerk may need to remove his precious armour first.
Wild Empathy - Gora can use body language, vocalization and demeanor to crudely converse with animals. Whilst not able to directly control beasts and their ilk, the Gora can influence them to do their bidding.
Personality: Izerk is slow to anger, incredibly so; however, once he's there, then all of those around him would be best to vacate the vicinity. When not experiencing his rare and primal blood-lust, Izerk is a calm, compassionate and collected being. He uses reason first, and spurns the irrational. However, when the cause is just, and the good outweighs the bad, then Izerk will engage with any situation unto death if needs be - blood-lust or no.
Biography:
"Go forth, my son, unto the world of Elves, Demons and Men, and calm the fire that rages in their hearts."
These were the last words that King Izern Whitemane spoke to his most beloved son, Crown Prince Izerk of Goria. They were sad words, yet hopeful and full of endless possibilities - both good and ill. The year is 2235, and the flames of a foreign war have spilled into the ancient heartland of the Gorian peoples. Their great bastion, Glimmerdale Forest, is under direct threat from Lucumbroian incursions.
Every week there is another travesty. A Gorian village ignited by a local and zealous Royalist commander; a wandering tribe of Gora slain by servants of the Demon-Whore for simply being in the wrong place, and at the wrong time.
Some tribal elders call for war. Others call for abandonment and retreat. King Whitemane battles daily to keep his nobles in check, to prevent what is left of his already dying race from being dragged into a conflict that would surely end them. To the aged Ape-King, leaving Glimmerdale is not a palatable option; his people have dwelt there for ten thousand years. However, lacking the man power or the steadfast conviction required to wage an effective war on the races of Man and Elf, he has resigned to send forth his Kingdom's greatest champion.
Crown Prince Izerk the Mighty.
Izerk is intelligent and wise, even for his peoples, and favours his father's love over all things. Though reluctant to abandon his people in their hour of need, he has taken up his father's mission with the resolve of a man condemned to the gallows. He faces an impossible task; end a foreign war in a foreign land waged by a foreign peoples whose ideals and customs are foreign to his own. There are too many variables, too many risks, too much at stake.
Yet here he is, in Lucumbro, drawing stares from commoners and scrutiny from guards. He searches for companions who seek the same ends, who seek to end the war that is threatening not just Lucumbro, but her neighbours. It is an alien land, but he knows that no race - immortal or otherwise - relishes the prospect of a world rife with war, anguish and death.
He plans to find them, and their knowledge of the land will point him - and his War Hammer - to those responsible for this ceaseless madness. This he must do, if Glimmerdale is to stand for another ten thousand years. This he must do, for his father's love, and for the very survival of the Gora.
Other: |
47,163 | 1,277 | 4 | 1,753 | 62 | Two of those hard breads, an 'alf wheel of cheese and three of those fine smokeys if you please Shamus spoke to the young shop girl that worked at the local shop.
She ran through the list again and then bustled off to fill his order. The owner of the shop was leaning on the low table like he always did, smoking his foul smelling tobacco. He looked over to Shamus with a wry smile and gave one of his little nods, you knew that you were really accepted in a town from little gestures like this. Shamus gave a little nod back and turned back as the shop girl came over with his order.
"That will be two and six Mr O'Conner" The smile never leaving her pretty face.
"That seems a tad more expensive than it was last week Jezzy" His face showed he was not pleased by this recent price hike but he was routing around in his purse for the coins.
The owner tapped out his pipe and looked at Shamus,
"Price of war I am afraid. The harvest failed again down in the Yoe Valley, foreign armies are abroad and they are still rebuilding most of the fleet after that last storm. If I was of a religious disposition I would say that the Gods had forsaken these lands" Despite his claim at faithlessness he still gave himself a little cross across the chest, a common trait of the locals in the town.
He placed three coins on the counter and took the change back in his hand.
"Well we can just hope that our 'betters' sort it out and we can continue with our little lives" Shamus spat out the phrase 'betters'. He never made any attempts to hide his contempt for any of the gentry in the local area, it was something that had earned his fair share of trouble.
Taking his goods he nodded to the shop girl and the owner and headed back to the forge.
Shamus liked the town more than most. The people had been very welcoming, even more so once they had found out that he had the skills to help in the forge. The town had been ravaged by an unseasonably strong storm which had damaged a number of the fishing vessels. In order to return them all to seaworthiness they needed nails, rivets, rings and needles, and they needed more than the local blacksmith and farrier could provide.
As he walked past The Flopping Lightningfish he noted the crashing that seemed to becoming from within. It seemed that things were getting very lively earlier than usual. He had been in the pub a few times but he and the other smiths tended to drink in The Duke of Yoe further up the village, old rivalries that needed to be observed.
A person heard the forge before they saw it, the iconic crashing and banging could be heard two streets before you came up on the forge. He was set upon by the other smiths, not unlike the gulls that waited for the fisherman down at the docks. They took the food off him and whisked it off to the long table and set the places. As he was about to sit the Master of the forge came over and spoke to him.
The Master was a good man, he walked with a stoop to his back and needed a stick if he was going any great distance but Shamus had seen few better at the forge.
"So do you still mean to leave us? I wish you would take up me offer." The Master was stood next to him now looking back into the smithy.
"I wish I could Master but I have done all I can here. I came here by happenstance and I used what little skills I have to help the people but I have others that now need my help more."
The Master sank a little at this.
"But don't worry Master I ain't planning on leaving today. I don't plan on going until the New Moon, which isn't for at least five days yet."
These seemed to appease the Master, for now at least. He beckoned for him to follow him and they went and sat with the others for their lunch before they carried on with the days work. | Shamus O'Conner
Gender:Male
Age: 29
Race: Human
Equipment
15lb Sledgehammer - This works as both Shamus's primary tool and personal defense option. There is nothing special or glamourous about this item, it is just 15lbs of pig iron attached to a slightly curved oak handle. As a tool he can use it at a forge, in the fields or working in construction; there are many jobs that can only be fulfilled with a strong lad wielding a big hammer. As a weapon, well, 15lbs of metal, well swung will kill even the most heavily armored foe.
Traveler's Cloak - A simple cloak spun from heavy wool and treated with goose fat. This cloak is waterproof, weatherproof and serves as a makeshift tent when the need requires. It comes with a hood and stretches to the ground. The cloak has several hidden pockets that are useful for keeping things such as tinder, flint, coin and anything else that the wearer wants to keep hidden.
Woodsman Hatchet - A small curved hatchet that can be used in multiple roles. The hatchet can be used as a tool or a secondary weapon, if required. The hatchet was made for Shamus at the first smithy he worked at after leaving home, so it holds a certain amount of sentimental value to him.
Travelers Pack - A pack that contains all of the necessary items for traveling across country. Shamus always tries to keep the pack stocked with a water skin, three days of trail rations, bed roll, basic maps and small items collected through his travels.
Abilities (List Lapi, ETs, or Mutations here)
Mutation - Stoneskin - Due to exposure to Earth Lapi he has a mutation that is common within his community. Shamus has skin that is as hard as stone. To the touch his skin feels normal if a little rough but it can turn a slashing attack and does operate in a similar way to normal armor. Due to his condition Shamus is resistant to heat but he is not fireproof. Once activated the Stoneskin also dulls Shamus's movements, he moves with a ponderous motion and his senses become dulled. The mutation itself is slowly hardening Shamus's nerve endings, in time it will harden his heart muscles and kill him.
Earth Lapi - Earth Reform - A farming type magic that allows the user to control the density of earth and soil. It can turn the hardest packed earth into quicksand or the softest peat into a concrete block. The magic is not offensive in its nature but used correctly it can trap and ensnare a foe or give a much needed advantage in a dual.
Talents
Jack of all trades - Shamus has spent a number of years turning his hand to a large number of physical jobs. He has learned that he is a quick study when it comes to working with his hands. Several masters wanted him to continue on with them, feeling that he could become something great. However Shamus's restless spirit and underlying mission never keep him in one place long enough.
Man of the Land - Growing up in a rural community and as a farmer's son Shamus has a great deal of knowledge relating to animals and plants. More than once Shamus's knowledge of edible plants and roots has saved him when his rations ran out on the road. Shamus's knowledge stretches to almost all lowland and forest creatures, although he might not know them all he can apply his knowledge to make an informed guess.
Personality: Shamus is a restless spirit, he has never been able to find peace staying in one place to long. As a child Shamus would wander far and wide across the lands that surrounded his home. This wandering nature gives rise to the belief that Shamus is a lone wolf and shuns companionship, this could not be further from the truth. Shamus enjoys spending time with new people and learning about different cultures and traditions, however, he gets bored easily and feels the need to make new friends.
Shamus has strong political views and is strongly opposed to the feudal system that roles over most of the land. It is his belief that the land should belong to the people that work it and not the 'Noble Lords'. His experiences traveling the country have not changed his beliefs, infact they have been further reinforced. As such he has a dislike of anyone of 'high birth'.
He finds his great passion is for music. As he has no natural musical talent of his own he is fascinated by the way that it can control peoples emotions, raising them high or laying them low on a changing cord.
Biography:
Born into a large farming family Shamus never really knew solitude. He had 14 Brothers and Sister, Shamus fit somewhere in the middle of the litter. As well as his siblings he had no less than 25 cousins within a league of the farm. His father would often joke that you could walk for a day in any direction from the farm and still find an O'Conner, probably in a bar.
The family was poor, as is the lot for a tenant farmer but his Father would say that they had enough. They rarely knew hunger, they had clothes and roof over their head. The land they worked was no more or else fertile than any other, it was subject to the same bounty and famines that affected all rural communities.
The lord of the land was, actually a Baron, Charles De Monthorpe the 6th. Baron De Monthorpe was not a bad man but he had the same casual disregard for his people that most of his stature had. The thing that fascinated the Baron the most was Lapi and there ability to increase production and farming yields. The Baron spent a small fortune on Lapi to give to the tenant farms and in return they would provide him with information regarding there use and outcome. What no one knew was the affect that the Lapi was having on the unborn children of the next generation.
For a decade child after child was born with the same mutation, something the locals coined Stoneskin but the Baron ostentatiously called De Monthorpe Syndrome. For all there lack of formal education it didn't take the people long to realize what was happening and then came the rebellion, the famine and finally the mercenaries. Shamus doesn't really remember much about this time other than the hatred for the upper classes.
As with all such things the seasons changed, the flames of emotion died down and the lands needed to tended too. The old Baron died and his son took up his Title and lands. The new Baron was keen to mend the wounds caused to his people, he built a school and decreased rents and was generally thought of better than his father. Shamus never forgot the hatred.
When he was 16 he left the village that he had known his whole life and headed out into the world. It was hard but he had many adventures and made many friends and enemies along the way. Shamus was determined to find a cure for the condition that he knew would eventually kill him and a great many of his own family, it would not let their generation be the last for the O'Conner's.
Other: - Shamus hates shellfish, he calls them the insects of the sea, oddly he quite likes eating insects. |
47,164 | 1,277 | 5 | 269 | 2,330 | The typical life of a mercenary necessarily involves a fair amount of battle and bloodshed, and most likely the early death of those who partake of it. Evidently, most aren't willing to do so at all, let alone at the tender age of fifteen, when one has not fully developed and is nominally too weak to defend themselves, let alone fight against others. Not so Akella, who saw it as a way to escape the stress of her life before then- especially if she took jobs necessitating minimal warfare under normal conditions- in a way she had the skills to do well in. Too well, in fact, for by the time she was eighteen, it seemed that wherever she went, people recognised her for her armour, or her hair, or her weaponry, or her prior work, and praised her for it despite its brutal nature. She didn't want praise. Praise meant pressure. Running away had been meant to escape the pressure of her life. Instead, it brought more and more of it, with every job she took seeming to be replaced by two, or three, or four more offers the moment her contract ended, and she couldn't exactly turn them down in good conscience, if it meant innocent people might die for her negligence. And so the cycle continued, until she felt she might break in two. She could not put out infinite effort.
Which led to current events. This time, she had been offered a comparatively simple task which she'd accepted with gusto: escort a noblewoman by the name of Snow, and her five-man retinue of servants, from one city to another, Balfrust to Andore, over a couple of hundred miles of mostly-safe territory. Lady Snow herself was not particularly well-known amongst the commoners along the chosen route, making a raid against her unlikely, and yet in the same stroke she was rich enough to pay Akella well, maybe even allowing the mercenary to take herself off the market for a few weeks whilst she recovered. Until then, the journey involved passing through a few smaller towns and villages to sleep in, most of which the fair Lady complained bitterly about, the conditions of course not being up to her more refined tastes, and Fynn was no different, possibly worse for the minor detour taken to reach it the evening prior. She seemed nice enough to her usual entourage, and perhaps Akella might have made friends with her if they'd met by chance, but alas, one doesn't befriend one's bodyguard. And, well, her attitude toward most of her inferiors was offputting for Akella anyway.
Indeed, preparations had been made to leave as soon as possible, which of course meant a mere hour before noon. Sloppy planning, but not unforgivable considering that the next nearest town was only a three hour ride away. "Just in time for a presumably sub-par luncheon," as the Lady had put it mere minutes ago. Yet even now, Akella was drawing attention from the locals to herself...
'I say, ma'am,' an old woman asked politely as Akella prepared her horse for another day of riding, 'but aren't you that lovely young lady who I've heard about? The, erm, "the girl with hair like fire", or what have you? You certainly look the part...'
'Ah... yes, that would be me,' Akella acquiesced, 'hello, though I wouldn't say it's quite like fire. Too, um, red for that.'
'Well, I suppose fire's a more orangey colour...' the woman said, more to herself than anyone else. 'But, well, I noticed you were leaving, and wanted to offer my home for a night or two's rest, if you ever return here again.'
'Oh... w-well, I wouldn't want to be a bother, uh...'
'Akella!' a voice called to the mercenary, unmistakable as anything other than aristocratic in bearing. 'Are you still accommodating the peasantry, or can we get on with our travels?'
'Uh- just one moment, my Lady!' Akella called back to the oddly white-haired noblewoman, before turning to the old lady once again, her expression already apologetic. 'I-I'm sorry, I need to, uh...'
'Oh, don't you worry, I know what nobles are like, ma'am. Remember, if you're in Fynn again, find me!'
'Ah, thank you, much obliged,' Akella said quickly, hopping on to her steed and riding off to the side of her current hirer. It'd take at least another five minutes to reach the edge of the village even at trotting pace, and every second counts when your employer is a member of the upper class. | Akella Pyrope
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Human, with minor dwarven lineage
Miló - Akella's hand-crafted weapon, named "speak" in a Dwarven dialect local to her area of birth, seems to simply be a particularly-sharp double-edged blade of bronze, more specifically a type of shortsword often used by dwarves during fights in the confines of a mining tunnel, though the handle has, strangely enough, been crafted out of the same piece of metal with no covering, and only a single grey gemstone embedded into it. This, however, belies its nature as a remarkably strange object that only a skilled user of metal Lapi can use properly, and which only Akella herself actually knows how to use effectively - by applying small amounts of energy to the gemstone, actually a metal Lapis, in specific ways, one can force the weapon to change shape, flowing into various other forms, and apparently gaining and losing mass freely as a result of the transition. Alternate forms include a form of javelin with a similar blade on the end, again frequently used by dwarves in confined battles such as beneath the ground, which functions well as both a melee slashing and stabbing weapon and a ranged throwing weapon; what appears to be a rifle barrel, with no obvious parts other than the barrel itself, but the capacity to fire rounds endlessly nevertheless; the same rifle barrel, now with the shortsword-like blade on the end and split in two; and even a form with the blade fully intact on the end, intended to split rounds in two or even in four as they are fired in order to strike multiple targets. Miló's firing mechanism is described in the Other section.
Akoúo̱ - Akella's shield, named "listen" in the same Dwarven dialect, is a reasonably large circular shield made of bronze with two semi-circular sections missing out of each side, again derived from a common dwarven style intended for underground combat. Naturally, it is intended to block and deflect attacks from both physical and magical sources, being pretty much fit for purpose in both cases; however, it also possesses an edge as sharp as that of Miló, potentially enhanced further by Akella's own metal magic, therefore allowing it to be thrown by one of the indentations to cause grievous damage to anything it hits, and seems to attach directly on to Akella's arm band with only a couple of fixed metal "clips". Other than this, it is not particularly special as far as shields go.
Entolí - Akella's armour, named "command" in the Dwarven dialect, seems surprisingly bulky for the amount of agility Akella is able to show off whilst wearing it - though it is not explicitly made in dwarven style, it certainly has the bulk most dwarves are fond of in their armour, and it is more than thick enough to fend off most blows handily, yet Akella typically prefers to dodge attacks whilst wearing it, and is shockingly good at doing so. This is an intentionally misleading design: the green gemstones embedded at various points, up to and including those hanging on either side of her head, are all magnetism Lapi, and are designed to allow Akella to subtly bend any and all metal-based attacks - namely, most modern weapons from swords to arrowheads to musket balls - around her form or vice-versa, or at the very least ensure they only glance off her armour, giving the illusion of being untouchable in battle. They also allow her to move in ways that could be considered superhuman, for instance appearing to jump far higher than a normal human and hang in the air for much longer, or to strike with much more force than normal. Taking these effects to their logical extremes, a lot more stamina can be imbued into the Lapi to, for instance, generate a practical force field around Akella or allow her to hover and fly around in the air, though this is naturally quite draining.
Mastered Lapi - Akella is a master of both metal and magnetism Lapi, having had unrestricted access to both since childhood, and incorporates them heavily, though subtly, into her fighting style, as partially described above. A common trick against foes in chain or plate is for her to strike with Miló, and either break the armour it would otherwise clash against along the striking line to make it seem like she is strong enough to shear metal, or simply have the weapon pass straight through any offending metal to cause damage without obviously injuring the target. Once again, it is entirely possible for her to be more blatant about their use, e.g. by levitating both her weapon and shield to fight from a distance, but she prefers to avoid this sort of activity for reasons of conserving stamina.
Other Lapi - Aside from the very specific-use wind and fire Lapi in Miló's handle, Akella does not really use other forms of Lapi, instead relying mostly on her own physique as augmented by her mastered Lapi to handle combat. She's also not cottoned on to the existence of electromagnetism yet, having not had any particular access to lightning Lapi in her life.
Dwarven ETs - Though it is comparatively thin- almost surprisingly so, given her birthplace- Akella does have some dwarven lineage, and thus access to two somewhat watered-down dwarven ETs. First of all, her strength is notably greater than a normal human's - whilst not that much different from human compared to a full-blooded dwarf, maybe a bit stronger than a typical male soldier in his prime for the time being, she can nevertheless lift significantly more and strike noticeably harder than her build would suggest, and in fact benefits from being mostly human by not suffering any obvious reduction to agility the way most dwarves are afflicted, though that may be more a facet of not being built like a four-foot brick than her lineage proper. Secondly, she is fairly good at identifying metals, including ore quality, metal purity, alloy percentages, and even weak points in crafted metallic items; though most of these are not particularly better than a normal human for Akella, she has specifically trained her ability to identify weak points to the point that she can do so instinctively in the heat of battle, a very potent skill when facing off against, for example, an enemy knight.
Mutation: Hands of Tálos - In ancient Dwarven folklore, tales are told of a dwarf who held great strength even by their own standards, but who was cursed to transform whatever they touched into the same substance, even the very air around them, trapping them in a shell of bronze even as it broke away from their skin. Akella is unfortunate enough to have developed something similar: though only restricted to her hands, any solid object she directly touches with them is transformed into bronze, up to and including living flesh, gods forbid, unless they have been specifically enchanted to avoid this problem the way her gloves and most of her normal clothing has been, or are otherwise flooded with magical power in the way Lapi is. Naturally, this is somewhat of a restriction when it comes to social interaction, though fortunately mitigated by samesaid gloves; nonetheless, she considers herself doomed because of it, and fears that she may one day mess up and accidentally touch somebody with her bare hands, granting them what she can only assume would be an excruciating death.
Combat Expert - Akella has been trained from a young age to be an expert in just about all forms of traditional offense and defense in her home - the shortsword, javelin, shield, and heavy armour that are all incorporated into her equipment in some manner or another. Additionally, she has also trained extensively in the use of rifles, in particular the odd design of Miló's various gun forms that so defines its awkwardness in any hand that is not her own.
Metalworker - Though she rather prefers to keep it low-key, Akella's metal Lapis mastery gives her a surprisingly good ability to craft metal into just about any form she likes with no need for the heat of a forge to make a sharp and hard edge, or a sturdy plate. As a profession, she would rather avoid it, simply because combat is more of a thrill to her; however, the fact that she managed to forge Miló in the first place is a testament to her skill in this regard.
Horse riding - She's not an expert in this regard, and wouldn't so much as consider attempting to fight in the saddle, but Akella is an able enough horse rider to get from place to place without overly cramping her legs.
Lapi User - Mastery of metal and magnetism, minor use of fire and wind in equipment. Described above.
Akella is nothing if not friendly - contrary to what one might anticipate from a serious warrior, she does her best to see the world in the best light possible, making at least a token attempt to make friends with people who haven't been explicitly hostile toward her and doing what she can to avoid injuring those who are beyond what's needed to stop them. She also does her best to be polite to everyone as and when it is feasible, sometimes going as far as to apologise for damaging a foe if she would have rather not gotten into that particular fight, and she remains as patient as she can throughout. Furthermore, though not educated beyond a certain level outside of her combat training, she is intelligent enough to understand reasonably complex topics if they're explained to her, evidenced by her Lapi usage and ability to control the battlefield around her as needed, which perhaps contributes to how she acts in general.
Beneath all this, however, is a very insecure young woman. A combination of a near-crippling mutation and high expectations whilst growing up have not been kind to her, and a part of her exists which mostly wants to be normal, to not have so much responsibility any more, though she knows full well how unlikely this is. Indeed, she fears (perhaps irrationally) that the stress of the current war situation may one day kill her, or worse cause her to lose control of herself and do something she'll regret; she feels that if she can at least contribute to ending the stalemate between Sardiel and Gennisi in some form or another (though as far as her ideology goes, she considers Sardiel's victory the preferable option overall), she may at last be able to relax.
Akella's birthplace was the town of Broúntzos, a medium-small mining town composed of humans, dwarves, and various degrees of hybrid, that made heavy use of multiple sorts of Lapi so as to draw out from the ground ores of various types, in particular those required to forge bronze. Naturally, in such an environment, the rules on where and when Lapi was allowed to be put to use were enforced very clearly to prevent harmful mutation, but even so, the ambient magical aura of the place sometimes affected an unborn child... albeit not so noticeably at first, in Akella's case specifically. As she went from infant to toddler, though, it became more and more clear that the patches of bronze found all over her family's house were her doing, and they quickly took her to see an expert in the field after an incident where a small but notable chunk of flesh was transformed so. The diagnosis was declared, most notably that the effects of her mutation would get more pronounced as she grew older and gained more stamina, and in short order a pair of elbow-length leather gloves were fashioned for Akella to wear to ensure she did not accidentally turn to bronze anything else, a mark of her misfortune that would define her since then, new gloves being crafted and enchanted for her in advance of the old ones wearing out or losing their fit.
Naturally, this led to a certain degree of both attention and ostracising by her school mates once she began her education, and though friendly enough when talking to people, she often found herself not specifically seeking to interact with most of them, save her close childhood friend, a boy called John who had been fathered by a fairly large family shortly after their move to Broúntzos. Akella and John would often talk to one another about their lives, in a surprisingly deep fashion for young children, and they both realised that the other was confused about whether they deserved attention or not. In John's case, he wondered if his sisters overshadowed him, or whether he was babied too much to be useful; for Akella, she felt that her mutation singled her out, overshadowing other aspects of her being. They both promised the other that they'd make themselves worth the attention, and so both began training to become fighters in the town's local military outposts. Akella in particular already held a surprising affinity for two sorts of Lapi, and with focused training, she became very good at using them and the town's traditional weaponry in just a few years, drawing the attention of the head of the local outpost. This ultimately got her inducted into the town guard's junior regiment at the tender age of eleven.
It was shortly after this that Akella discovered she actually wasn't fond of attention. Or at least the amount of attention she got, anyway: noted as a potential source of "unique skill", and cited as being exceptionally useful for the war against the Firebird Empire should be become a full-blown lady of the realm, she was regularly pushed to her limits to master the weaponry available to her and her native Lapi, causing her excessive and undue stress which wasn't helped by her continuing anxiety about what had come to be known as the Hands of Tálos. Though she quickly became well-known within the town as a prodigy and a battle genius, her days often ended with her exhausted, and her nights were filled with terrors that left her even more exhausted the next morning. It was a cycle she found herself stuck within for the next five years, and it ended when she finally decided she couldn't live like that much longer. She went to the craftsman who created her gloves, and commissioned with the money she'd earned during her time appropriately-enchanted gloves to suit her for practically the rest of her life, as well as stealing from the armoury a single bronze shield, and from the ore storage enough bronze and Lapis to craft herself a suit of armour and a single-piece blade of some sort. The night that she received them, she spoke to John one last time, and found she would be sorely missed in kind. She was gone from the town by morning.
For the next few years, she travelled the world as a mercenary, acquiring money to survive off of in as ethical a manner as a hired thug can, as well as enough bronze to add to her armour whenever it was needed. In her down-time, she perfected her ability to manipulate metal and magnetic force alike with her magic, adding to and improving upon Entolí to suit her as and when needed, and frequently improving the function of Miló until it became an ungainly weapon which only she could reasonably utilise as effectively as possible. Akoúo̱ remained mostly unchanged, save for the addition of a sharp edge to its outer rim for the purposes of throwing. And yet despite her attempts to escape the world's notice, the unique appearance she wrought for herself and the skill with which she fought caused stories to spread about "the girl with hair like flame" throughout the kingdom, and it was rare for her to enter a town without at least a few people mobbing her for a tale of her most recent exploits, or offering her food and rest "after her long journey", regardless of how long she had been travelling before then. She would oblige these requests almost compulsively, feeling it was only fair to be kind to those who were kind to you, and often found herself with an excess of money and a dearth of time left to herself. Though throughout her life of combat her exterior has remained friendly, even humble, she has begun to despair on the inside of ever experiencing a life approaching normality, and though she knows logically that attempting to end the civil war is only likely to further boost her notoriety, it is the only route she sees to accomplish this... if only she could find a foothold to start off from.
Weapon Mechanics
Miló has the ability to fire rifle rounds with no obvious source of heat, or indeed any obvious source of rifle rounds. This is thanks to a result of two separate realisations on Akella's part. First, she has realised that what pushes the projectiles out of a regular gun's barrel isn't the heat of the exploding gunpowder itself, but the pushing force caused as a result of the explosion, in other words the explosion's wind. With that in mind, Miló has an air Lapis hidden in the hilt of the weapon, the only use of which is to create directed, and surprisingly strong, bursts of air to propel projectiles out of the weapon; a fire Lapis is also present from prior iterations of the weapon, though it is there mostly because its removal would not affect Miló's functionality, instead serving to produce smoke and noise from the end of the barrel to hide how the weapon actually functions.
The second realisation is that a flat surface on a projectile actually provides more space for a given pushing force to work properly when compared to the standard spherical rounds, though Akella understands that this is perhaps not an understanding limited to her mind alone; since the vast majority of bullets produced nowadays are lead musket balls, Akella has taken it upon herself to enhance Miló's functionality by allowing the weapon to spontaneously generate its own ammunition, again via supplying energy to the embedded metal Lapis in a specific pattern, such that a pointed lead projectile may be formed within Miló's barrel whilst in one of its rifle forms, fitting snugly to the barrel's rifling without sticking when fired, thus producing a far more accurate (and cheaper) shot than most might anticipate from any projectile weapon.
Magnetism Lapi
The functionality of most forms of Lapi are reasonably obvious - a metal Lapis lets you control metal, a healing Lapis heals your body, and a necromancy Lapis lets you resurrect and command the dead. Magnetism Lapi is one of the more complicated forms of Lapis to figure out, mostly because the mechanics of magnetism known to modern science in real life have not yet been entirely established in this setting, and even those who have encountered magnets are only likely to know that iron and steel are attracted to them, never mind that electricity and magnetism are in fact closely intertwined. Essentially, however, the principle is the same: five basic types of magnetism exist, the most common of which is ferromagnetism, wherein parallel magnetic moments within the electrons are arranged in parallel with each other, producing a north and south pole within the substance, and which is strongest within metals such as iron, cobalt, and nickel. For the same reason, these are the metals magnetism Lapi is most effective on, requiring the least amount of stamina to affect under normal circumstances, as their magnetic moments do not cancel one another at room temperature, thus allowing natural ferromagnetism.
That being said, part of the functionality of magnetism Lapis is to actively induce the appropriate form of magnetism to achieve its effects (most often telekinetic in nature) in just about any material it is used upon regardless of its usual physical properties, often combining multiple forms of magnetism to both push and pull a target in certain ways. Therefore, whilst it may or may not take more stamina to do so, most metals both pure and alloyed can be affected by magnetism Lapi as well - for instance, Entolí is largely made of bronze, an alloy largely composed of copper, which is a substance that is naturally diamagnetic, such that the magnetism Lapi implanted into the armour only requires a comparatively small amount of stamina to induce a significant repulsive force against most metallic objects. However, less magnetically reactive substances may require an excessive amount of stamina to handle effectively with magnetism Lapi, and it is often more productive to simply acquire the relevant Lapi type, e.g. earth Lapi for generic soil. |
47,165 | 1,277 | 6 | 1,180 | 1,981 | Night had already settled in, bringing all the nocturnal creatures out of their hiding. A whole new world with new rules came with the night, a dangerous world, a treacherous one where no rules applied. There were no winners and losers, only survivors and corpses. The aureate warrior silently walked down the path to the designated meeting place. He was far out of the village by this point, at least 9 miles away on the north side. Different flora dotted the place but high trees prevailed overall with little to no low level vegetation. In places where the trees and branches were sparse a peculiar family of thorn plants had taken root. In the middle of the organic structure a marble-like object with a bright light blue shine seemed to levitate up and down in the air. The thorn vines surrounded it on all sides except below and above.
No time for that the assassin thought as he turned his head forward and continued towards the location. Upon arriving there he was met by a cloaked figure, face shrouded in darkness. Knowing the drill, Light took out his ring and passed it to him. The ring was golden, adorned by many black marbles circling it. Lines and strange writings could be made out on its surface. After passing the ring, the dark figure rummaged through one of his pockets, finally fishing out a pouch of 100 gold pieces and a small bar of pure gold. The exchange being finished, with no further business there, the cloaked figure dissipated in a burst of black smoke. From the smoke only a letter remained floating in mid air.
"We have a traitor amongst our ranks. They are leaking information about the jobs we take and the target's identity. Only in the past week, 53 assassination attempts remained just that, attempts. All the targets, surprisingly, knew that their life was in danger, when it was going to be endangered and who was going to be their assailant. We've lost 37 members of our EDGE Corpse.
You should lay low for a while. Until this is sorted out, all assassination missions have been suspended.
M.P."
This was troublesome indeed. As the golden terror turned back, the letter turned to smoke, no hint of it ever existing remained. This being the first time he was without a job, a mission. Was this what.. vacations were? While he was in deep thought about the recent events, still walking back towards the village, something creaked. Like the noise you hear when you break a finger then forcefully rip it apart from the hand. Well, not many people know that noise, just things people on his line of work hear and see a lot of. Looking down, the fighter saw one of the thorn vines crushed beneath his heavy golden boot. He had gotten alarmingly close to this strange plant while lost in thought. Stepping away from it, a green ooze started pouring from the crushed part. The damaged piece separated itself from the healthy one leaving a perfectly cut circular shape on the severed place. The whole thing seemed to..shudder? for a few seconds before going still, or was it still? Inspecting the vines revealed that they were connected to the surrounding trees. Certainly the little light and minerals they got amidst this dense forest wasn't enough so they were leeching from the trees. Getting closer he saw that the vines were moving up and down, even if barely noticeable the movement was present. Almost like it was..breathing? The thing had a sickly green color with the thorns protruding like sharp needles the latter which leaked a dark green fluid. Suddenly a faint flapping sound could be heard. As soon as he turned back,the giant silhouette of a bird could be seen diving from the air with the Moon at its back. With no chance to even think, reflexes took over allowing him to dodge the diving bird. The flying creature, carried by momentum and certainly not expecting the blitz-like evasion, plunged claws first at the thorn plant. No sooner this happened when all the vines moved and surrounded the flying predator, sticking their needle like thorns into it. At first the giant bird of prey put up a wild fight, clawing at the plant shredding vines to bits, furiously flapping it's wings and screeching like there was no tomorrow. But in the end..after 1 minute to be exact it went limp. The vines were radiating with a green color, pumping it through the needles that were implanted deep and all around the bird food which also started radiating that sick light green radioactive color. A hole opened beneath the marble object which the bird was dragged through and out of sight with the rest of the predatory plant. The vines that were attached to the tree blended well with it, following the trunk down and underground. No one would suspect that they were part of a parasitic meat eating predatory trap plant. The hole seemed to close itself ultimately erasing any signs that the thing was there. And to imagine that our warrior was thinking of acquiring that strange mesmerizing orb not only a minute ago. Free time was bad, free time was more dangerous than his usual work. He proceeded returning to the inn fast paced, now treading the path more carefully and keeping an eye out for anymore surprises. There was also a tale about that forest having acidic leaves.. To his relief he made it back to the inn without so much as a scratch.
After arriving, he removed his helmet's mouth piece and ate and drank the most expensive food and beverage, for free*. A perk to converting the inn owner. A perk which also included using the VIP suite. After eating and drinking to his heart's content, all the while being masked by the Stranger's Cloak, he went upstairs, used cleanse one more time before dropping into bed, armor on like always. The wooden bed structure broke dropping the mattress on the ground. Good thing the room was on the first floor. As the tiredness of the day finally got to him, he drifted to sleep, his last thoughts about the identity of the traitor. | IMPORTANT NPCS
Intel: Me, you're fearless commander. Fearless doesn't mean powerful though, so you guys will be doing all the heavy lifting. Luckily, I know just about everything that goes on in Lucumbro, so you're in good hands.
Strategy: Why would you fight me? I don't even know fencing. I just know how to play the lute.
Sardiel's life was well documented, by an advisor of some kind. I've transcribed it here.
Sardiel was born a long while ago, to parents who had recently taken the throne; back then, the culture was noticeably different from how things are in the present day. Most notably, there was a significantly-reduced presence of elven nobles in the court of Lucumbro, as many such families had yet to achieve the success and wealth that centuries of experience helps to catalyse without strictly guaranteeing either. Many of those present at the time were instead human, and Sardiel soon noticed that the older humans in the court, servant and noble alike, would sometimes disappear permanently with no warning. Though his parents gave reasons for their vanishing during his childhood, such as "we removed them from their position for doing a bad job" and "they're taking an extended rest in the next country over", maturity brought with it an ever more unhealthy awareness of the concept of death, and the fact that even elves were not immune to their lives ending, a point hammered in quite roughly when Sardiel was unfortunate enough to have one of the eldest elves in court expire of heart failure right in front of him.
Naturally, this shaped much of his future mindset, most notably the permanent fear that he too would eventually die. He desperately did not want to die. What would happen if he died? Maybe his soul would be taken to an afterlife of grand scope and high adventure, as the religion of the time dictated... and then again, maybe he'd just be permanently incognizant, save if a necromancer drew his soul back into the realm of the living. Or worse, subjected to some impossible nightmare for no good reason, other than that he'd failed to survive beyond his time. For two hundred years, these ideas plagued him, leaving him despondent and insular day-in and day-out, and he even considered hiring a necromancer to resurrect him as some form of undead entity just to ensure he would not die of old age.
And then, one day, he had an inconceivable stroke of luck. Two decades or so ago, a minute stockpile of Lapis had been acquired within Lucumbro- no more than a few gemstones overall- and its effects tested in secret by a significant mage group at the time, and it had been discovered back then that upon the performance of certain rituals, this Lapis would do something or other. The "something or other" in question had recently been revealed as slowing the aging process, for several of the older users had yet to pass on, whilst the younger users seemed to be very similar in age to how they had been years before. Naturally, the mages of the guild saw this as a form of minor miracle; just as naturally, upon Sardiel's discovery of the substance, he demanded as soon as possible that the group give him one of those stones and the instructions for how to use it, though he offered a quite handsome sum of money in return. Since one does not refuse an order (or payment) from royalty without good cause, even as a guild of mages, they agreed to his terms, and granted him the stone and the information on how to use it.
His first anti-aging ritual was performed that very night, and paved the way for him to progress further into the realms of magic and Lapi use over the course of his life. With each ritual, his aging slowed more and more heavily, and he was ever vigilant about ensuring he performed these regularly. At three hundred, he appeared to be two hundred and sixty; at four hundred, upon the deaths of his dear parents and his coronation as king, he seemed merely two hundred and ninety; and at six hundred, after the birth of his third and final child, he looked to be no more than three hundred and ten. This pattern continued accordingly for hundreds more years, until Sardiel finally mastered the anti-aging Lapis completely, and his appearance ceased to advance from an apparent three hundred and thirty five years or so, even though by then he was more than a millennium old, his wife deceased and his eldest child approaching a quite elderly state.
So, too, had the people of the land begun questioning the state of affairs of royal progression: whilst many of the shorter-lived races were unaware of how unnaturally youthful Sardiel was, many longer-lived beings such as elves, and indeed plenty of nobles in a court that was by now already beginning to shift toward elven monopoly, were beginning to ask exactly when Sardiel would perish and pass his crown on to his children. As well, a lot of people were not necessarily content with his ruling style, his tendency to consider the long term gain over the short term loss, the many over the few, the kingdom's expansion over mere local customs and fears. And so, as both self-protection and assuaging of fears, Sardiel developed a plan to fake his own death.
The next day, King Sardiel rode off for a distant land, escorted by a small batallion of guards. Eight days later, the guards returned with a corpse, announcing that the king had unfortunately expired of some rare illness in that land, and that the throne would now belong to his eldest, or his eldest if he should expire before coronation.
The day after that, Sardiel returned to the castle in secret, undetected by anyone, and ensconced himself in the castle's inner sanctum. There, he handed a false crown to his (frankly surprised) eldest child to be declared king with, for though he might be king in name, Sardiel's continued semi-mortal existence meant he was naught but a figurehead. The power remained with his father alone, and if he and his descendants wanted to prove themselves loyal, they would comply with the true king's orders, and take this secret to their graves save for telling the truth to their own children. Some time later, it occurred to Sardiel that perhaps not all of the current "king"'s children would need to be informed, but by then all of his grandchildren and even some great-grandchildren knew. He supposed it wasn't entirely bad form; after all, he'd need informants to tell him the current state of affairs beyond and within the walls of the castle.
Another millennium or so passed. Sardiel's children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, passed into and out of life; Sardiel continued to live unaging in that time, his descendants bringing him food, drink, and interaction. After a time, one of them brought in a few servants to assist Sardiel's life and personal interaction; though he was furious at first, especially after learning about discussions early on of how similar each new king's ruling policy had been to Sardiel's own, evolving into a semi-myth about some vastly-powerful demon called "The Eternal King" who controlled each monarch of Lucumbro (which over time was growing into a full-blown empire spanning multiple countries) into doing its bidding, it transpired that none broke the secret of his continued existence to the world at large, and he eventually adapted to the change in circumstance, even managing to convince some of them to sneak Lapis stones of various sorts into the inner sanctum to let him continue practicing his magical abilities as needed.
Unfortunately, the scope of the cover-up eventually became too grand to hide. Sardiel still has no clue who revealed that he was still alive and ruling from the shadows to the court and world alike, be it one of his younger descendants or a newer servant who had yet to establish how extreme the consequences of their actions might be. However, it stood that the current "king" was the one to inform him of his rediscovered existence, and that in light of "the miraculous discovery about his ancestor's continued existence", as it was put to the court with no indication that he'd known about him beforehand, he had abdicated from the throne entirely in favour of his maniple-great-grandparent, who after all was "far more qualified to rule kindly and fairly thanks to their experience and wisdom".
Sardiel found it hard to be angry or scared about this turn of events, mostly because he was rushed into his "re-coronation" almost as soon as the prior "king" announced his abdication to Sardiel. It quickly became clear that opinions in the court (now very heavily populated by elves) were mixed about his return and/or hiding in the shadows - some saw it as the same miraculous discovery it had been pitched as, and others believed it might be good to have an experienced warrior in charge; some were relatively indifferent, whilst others still were enraged at apparently being lied to, either about his continued existence outright, or else that he'd possibly been pulling the strings for far longer than he had any right to in their eyes. Some even attributed the name of the non-existent demon that myths had been built about to Sardiel himself, in praise and in mockery alike. And of course, Sardiel knew full well that these sentiments would be emulated in the empire at large, with much more dire results than simple anger: civil war was surely on the horizon.
Quickly, he arranged his affairs to prepare for the inevitable. The smiths and enchanters were ordered to construct a new set of equipment- armour, shield, mace, and swords- for "the ruling monarch both present and future", though he fully intended this ruling monarch to be himself for the rest of time now that the truth was known, "and the family of the same". He hired individuals of a mildly unscrupulous nature to burrow through the court, up to and including the King's Guard, to determine who if any were disloyal to him, and purged from their positions of power and wealth anyone who it seemed was even slightly opposed to the crown, replacing them with others who he could be sure would not turn against him; once again, he sacrificed short-term gain for long-term benefit, as he knew this move would surely be seen as draconian in nature and accelerate the oncoming storm's arrival, though he believed it utterly necessary to ensure he would survive to see the storm pass.
And finally, funds were invested into the military: soldiers, knights, and generals were hired and trained as needed, combat equipment was produced at a rate unseen since the conflict against a neighboring empire three hundred years ago, military outposts were set up in the most important areas of Lucumbro's rule, and guard patrols became more frequent throughout the land of Lucumbro. All to help combat what by then was beginning to present itself as a rising movement, in the form of the so-called Glanz Empire, the start of a legacy that Sardiel was sure would prove to be a corrupt and rotten hulk throughout. Power, after all, is a force that corrupts many, indeed an end rather than a means; if he himself wasn't evidence of that, he didn't know what was.
He prays he will have the courage to relinquish the excess of power he has built up once the war is over. Moreso, he prays he will have the option to begin with.
Strategy: Though the king prefers not to fight, when cornered, he's still a foe to be reckoned with. He's armed with a mace, two blades, a heater shield, and a unique set of armor that hardens when struck, allowing both defence and mobility. He's also mastered a lightning Lapis, as well as a Lapis that let's him generate and manipulate plant matter. There have even been reports of a giant treant fighting by his side. I doubt we'll ever even meet him, let alone fight him, but just in case, stay on your toes.
Intel: There really isn't much info on the Firebird's Commander, but here's what I have; Born 117 years ago and cursed with the seed of a demon, her life was hell until her home burned down and she joined with the rebellion. She was trained personally by the previous commander before he was killed in battle and she took his place. Under her, the rebellion became a full scale war, with her impassioned speeches on revolution and power. Ever since, she's lead the Firebird Legion in their fight against the King. No one knows how she's stayed alive for so long. Some suspect her demon's blood, some suspect Lapi, and some suspect she has died, since she now refuses to make public appearances beyond the battlefield.
Strategy: Gennisi is incredibly powerful, both as a general, and as a combatant. She destroys any men that fall before her with her spear and her sunlight Lapi, and her shield is useful for both deflecting hits, and can be thrown as a weapon, always returning back to her. She also possesses power over gravity, able to root enemies in place or drag them in a certain direction. It's even been rumored that she's immortal, for no matter how many times she's been struck down in battle, she's come back again. Avoid at all costs.
CURRENT OBJECTIVE |
47,166 | 1,277 | 7 | 612 | 2,191 | A raid like any other: short, swift, and sweet.
The Masquerade Thief was hardly wrong there. Arriving in the back alley of a local confectionery, Addisson shuffles into a small gap between the confectionery and a goods store, crouching and staring at the assembled wealth within the simple rucksack. He grins to herself as he opens the rather packed container, revealing enough stolen sweets to start her own sweet shop! It would be a nice little treat, however unfortunately Addisson knew what would happen to him if the store owner got wind of her little heist. Again. And it wasn't quite something he was especially fond of having to deal with for a second time.
Though... one little cupcake couldn't hu-
A figure descends, and Addisson is forced to zip up her bag. 'Always the worst timing...' Thought the Thieves Guild Leader as aforementioned figure huddles into the corner alongside Addisson, carrying the same bag but much less full...
"I see you got away without a trace, at least. Not bad. Most beginner thieves tend to get greedy and take too much." The older thief spoke with a reassuring smile as the younger thief revealed herself to Addisson. She was barely entering her teens, and already the young lass was getting into the fine art of becoming a professional thief.
'What's the world coming to...?' Addisson thought to himself as she gazed upon the young girl. She had a soft complexion, one that almost matched Addisson's lower half to a scary degree. Pointed jaw, soft cheeks, crimson red lips, and eyes that one could just melt in, Addisson knew this little rosebud was ripe for the picking as a new edition to the Guild.
So far, she was right.
The girl nods and smiles. "Yeah... I couldn't get as much as you, Miss...ter? But I got enough t' feed!" Her tone came with a thick fisherman's accent - the kind of gritty sound accompanied by pirates, but lacking the emphasis on the "r". It was oddly charming to the Bandit Thief, and suddenly he was thinking up ways on how she could twist that girl's voice to pull off all sorts of intricate deals. Addisson was rather fond of the idea of an apprentice, though making sure they understood morality and didn't betray the Guild would be a major factor in determining if they were good material...
... For now, though, Addisson would focus on the community service.
He grins and brushes the girl's hair softly, patting her head. "Nice work," she said with a smile, "just make sure you can get them to the kids. They need the energy."
"Mmhmm! See you later, Miss-ter...?"
"Addisson." From behind the mask, Addisson grinned. "You may call me Addisson."
The rooftops were fun to walk along. Nobody really paid much attention to them, and even if you were spotted, it didn't take much to get out of sight. Duck into a window, go to the opposite roof, slide down to the ground floor via pole before making another ascent. It was all pretty simple to Addisson; it was a skill he had somehow acquired, yet, for whatever reason...
... did not quite know why she had said skill...
This wasn't exclusive to this skill however, oh no! Addisson's entire life for the past year had been but a mystery fueled by instinct. He couldn't remember why or how the one known as Addisson became known as the Masquerade Thief, yet she couldn't help but let his own actions be determined purely by instinct. It was as though she had a great many adventures in order to become the thief he was today, yet for the life of her, Addisson couldn't even comprehend how he had these gifts. It was as though her memory had been wiped clean. His body knew what to do, but her mind...
Addisson often spent much of his free time trying to get a grasp on her thoughts. She couldn't remember a single detail from his past, and that really intrigued him. He had his own story, his own legacy just waiting to be uncovered, yet she couldn't bring about any sort of details to jog her memory. It wasn't a haze or anything - her mind was completely devoid of memory.
In fact... Addisson wasn't even entirely sure if he was a she, or if she was in fact a he.
He was too scared to take off the mask; she was also too afraid to look down when it came to noting more obvious characteristics. The unknown, as much as he hated to admit it, frightened her, and Addisson wasn't quite a fan of being... indecent.
Yet, something was holding Addisson back from removing the mask. Whatever it was, it wasn't being subtle about it, either.
So, Addisson did the only thing someone with a lack of identity could think of:
Wait and see.
That said, in a time which was supposed to be spent alone in thought, Addisson found a rather snobbish looking noblewoman roaming the streets below. She looked to be in a hurry, and that interested the Bandit Thief terribly! Why, one might ask? Well it didn't take a genius to think something fishy was up. 'Pardon the pun.' He thought with a grin as she followed the noblewoman like a hawk. Just think: a noblewoman in a hurry in a backwater fishing town. Obviously she was on some important errand, and those always meant you could get one of two things from them:
Money and-or power.
From Addisson's understanding, there wasn't any rich folk who lived in the area, which meant this person either had said money or powerful purpose on-hand, or they'd lead the Masquerade Thief straight to it! 'Ahh, when am I ever not a genius?' He thought proudly as she followed close behind from the rooftops, making sure not to be seen. In order to do that, Addisson made sure his Lapi Necklace of Shadow was in view, and she was keeping to the darker sides of the rooftops. Of course, one couldn't rely on a lapi all the time, and Addisson was well aware of this fact, so she made sure to keep his presence low when following, prioritizing stealth over speed.
Of course, neither was much of an issue for a master thief such as Addisson.
"Akella! Are you still accommodating the peasantry, or can we get on with our travels?"
The noblewoman had an escort, it seemed. By pure guesstimation, Addisson concluded said escort was a woman of strength and morals, favouring brawn over brain. That being said, it would be best not to agitate the redhead with a thief's presence, and Addisson knew that patience would be everything in the coming heist.
'I do hope they plan on sleeping.' | Adisson, the Masquerade Thief
Gender: ... Questionable.
Age: Also questionable.
Race: Well, s/he looks human. About as good as it gets.
Equipment
- 2x Rapiers, both with a sapphire lapi within the hilt. The shorter of the two seems to be more of a heavy hitter, whereas the longer blade is lightweight and much better at light attacks. The two lapi are frost lapi which will turn anything into ice, the one on the longer blade being weaker though having greater duration than that of the short blade. Addisson tries not to use them too often, unless it proves useful.
- Mystery Mask: A mask imbued with mystery! Seriously, the lapi which powers this mask makes the wearer practically anonymous! If their body is covered in the right places, then even age and gender become difficult to pinpoint. It does so by creating a sort of "crowd illusion" about the person, making details of their features less easy to pick out. This makes it so that even in one-on-one conversations between Adisson and another person in close proximity, people will find it difficult to see whom Adisson really is.
- Simple cloth and leather outfit (like the one in the image, except without the chest showing).
- Lapi Necklace of Shadow: For when things require a little less class and a bit more sneak, Adisson has this neat little trinket. Although perfectly capable on their own, this fancy necklace helps footsteps echo less, and make their presence appear darker when in darkness. It works more like a hallucination lapi than something which makes her look more like shadow, affecting others sight and making Adisson blend in more with the surroundings when around dark places, kind of like a gecko. However, the necklace needs to be in the viewer's sight (not necessarily direct) to be effective.
Abilities
Adisson has no connection to magical abilities or lapi outside of her equipment.
Talents
- Charming, Charismatic, And Clever, Adisson is even better at getting what's needed through words than thieving. Always the classy type, Adisson takes on the persona of the elegant Casanova, capable of sweeping men and women alike off their feet. Through patience, kindness and skill, the Masquerade Thief can often pull off what many great speakers and thieves cannot, and has done so in the past more than a few times before...
- Quiet As Nothing; Nothing Left Quiet is the motto said, due to their tendency to be an exceptional thief! Goods are stolen without a sound, and it's always made clear when Adisson has stolen from someone by a small piece of paper with a humming bird logo, the word "Adieu" written rather fancily. In a nutshell, Adisson is a damn good thief, and knows it!
- Fencing Skill: In case things get a little too rough for running, Adisson has two rapiers, and is capable of wielding both. Both blades can be used offensively and defensively, however each blade serves a different purpose, and makes the custom fencing style rather unique and difficult to decipher. Adisson tries not to kill when possible, but isn't afraid to end a life if needed.
- Perceptive would be an understatement. Adisson has a habit of understanding, seeing or hearing things to a high degree. Be it in combat or casual conversation, Adisson is especially perceptive, but far from all-knowing.
Personality:
Adisson is the definition of class. A weird mix between chivalrous and informal, the Masquerade Thief has sweet talked more than their fair share of guards, merchants and even fellow thieves! Good with their compliments, and even better with vocabulary, Adisson makes every conversation as though "I'm trying to be your best friend~!". Mysterious, witty, and strong, all three qualities help define Adisson as a person, as well as a refined level of calm one can only get from years of practice. Who would expect any less from the Bandit Thief of the Thieves Guild?
Biography:
Adisson has never spoken to anyone about his past, at least not specifically. She grew up in an ordinary but bustling town, with references to nobility and a great education. He then goes on to talk about her depression into the darker side of life after an unnamed traumatic incident, and how he will forever wear the mask which covers her face. The details beyond that are rather misleading, and Adisson never tells the remainder of his history regarding herself the same way.
For example, on of his most iconic stories is that involving her going from riches to rags, then back to riches. After losing everything in what he can only assume was assassin thieves, Adisson's family was killed before her very eyes, and he was forced to escape into the night. She managed to survive for so long thanks to the kindness of the bustling townspeople, and so decided to become the kind of thief who would steal from the rich and give it to the poor, starting from the bottom and working his way up to the top. Her goal is to find those who took his family away from her and make them pay, preferably in a noble way, for the sake of irony.
Another such story is that Adisson was always a thief. He was raised to be the noble daughter of an esteemed household by day, though by night his family would uptake the identity of thieves, and steal from fellow nobles. Not only that, but by day Adisson and her family would steal with their tongues what they couldn't with their hands, robbing the noblemen and women blind. However one day, there was a bust. Her house was raided by guards, and he was forced to escape, losing it all to the guards of his hometown. Her family went into hiding, and eventually went their separate ways, though remain in touch through letters, secretly delivered to the Masquerade Thief with details regarding upcoming heists...
Whichever story you hear, you can never really be certain of Adisson's history.
Hell, it's entirely possible he might not even know it herself!
Other:
Yes, the use of she and he were done on purpose in the biography, and I feel like I'll probably do that for the roleplay, since writing without using "she" or "he" is very difficult. XD |
47,167 | 1,277 | 8 | 1,753 | 62 | Although the food was simple fare Shamus was enjoying it. It reminded him of the sort of food that he had gotten at home, thick, hearty the sort of food a working man needed. The fish was rich and smokey, the cheese hard and salty, the bread was fresh and fluffy. The meal brought a big smile to his face. Best of all he was taking great pleasure in watching everyone else eat. Shamus often bought the lunch as he didn't really need the money, the Master provided him a roof over his head and he only kept the possessions he could carry. The other men in the forge had families and this often meant that they didn't get enough to eat and the forge was hot, tiring work. A few well placed loaves, smoked fish and wheels of cheese kept the men working at the forge and maybe a bit more food on the table at their own homes.
He was just finishing off a particularly tasty smokey when a young beastwomen came into the forge and was pointed in his direction. He assumed that she was female, the cut of her clothing and the way she held herself seemed to suggest female. He would continue with that assumption until corrected.
"Hello, Sir Shamus. I was wondering if you could tell me where you have gotten this food. To feed so many men it must be cheap, hm?"
It was a peculiar question for a number of reasons. She didn't look like a beggar, her clothes were well kept and she was clean, the spear on her back suggest she had at least some martial training. Why should she single Shamus out amongst all of the others for directions. His curiosity was piqued but he reminded himself to stay vigilant, he had traveled for a long time and he had not always made friends on the road.
"Firstly I ain't no Sir, I ain't been knighted nor do I claim lordship over any lands..."
Shamus was a republican to his core and held a lot of contempt for those of 'noble birth' to possibly be mistaken for one peeved him slightly,
"...second the food was bought from a local merchants, as for the cost, well we are helping to fix the fishes boats that were damaged in the last storm; Folks need the boats so they are being very accommodating regarding prices for certain goods."
Shamus placed an emphasis on the fact that the food had been bought and not stolen. With all of the politics, war and rebellions of late it was always wise to show that you were following the rules.
"Now if I may ask ye a questions, what brings a young beastwomen to this humble smithy? You looking for something particular?" | Shamus O'Conner
Gender:Male
Age: 29
Race: Human
Equipment
15lb Sledgehammer - This works as both Shamus's primary tool and personal defense option. There is nothing special or glamourous about this item, it is just 15lbs of pig iron attached to a slightly curved oak handle. As a tool he can use it at a forge, in the fields or working in construction; there are many jobs that can only be fulfilled with a strong lad wielding a big hammer. As a weapon, well, 15lbs of metal, well swung will kill even the most heavily armored foe.
Traveler's Cloak - A simple cloak spun from heavy wool and treated with goose fat. This cloak is waterproof, weatherproof and serves as a makeshift tent when the need requires. It comes with a hood and stretches to the ground. The cloak has several hidden pockets that are useful for keeping things such as tinder, flint, coin and anything else that the wearer wants to keep hidden.
Woodsman Hatchet - A small curved hatchet that can be used in multiple roles. The hatchet can be used as a tool or a secondary weapon, if required. The hatchet was made for Shamus at the first smithy he worked at after leaving home, so it holds a certain amount of sentimental value to him.
Travelers Pack - A pack that contains all of the necessary items for traveling across country. Shamus always tries to keep the pack stocked with a water skin, three days of trail rations, bed roll, basic maps and small items collected through his travels.
Abilities (List Lapi, ETs, or Mutations here)
Mutation - Stoneskin - Due to exposure to Earth Lapi he has a mutation that is common within his community. Shamus has skin that is as hard as stone. To the touch his skin feels normal if a little rough but it can turn a slashing attack and does operate in a similar way to normal armor. Due to his condition Shamus is resistant to heat but he is not fireproof. Once activated the Stoneskin also dulls Shamus's movements, he moves with a ponderous motion and his senses become dulled. The mutation itself is slowly hardening Shamus's nerve endings, in time it will harden his heart muscles and kill him.
Earth Lapi - Earth Reform - A farming type magic that allows the user to control the density of earth and soil. It can turn the hardest packed earth into quicksand or the softest peat into a concrete block. The magic is not offensive in its nature but used correctly it can trap and ensnare a foe or give a much needed advantage in a dual.
Talents
Jack of all trades - Shamus has spent a number of years turning his hand to a large number of physical jobs. He has learned that he is a quick study when it comes to working with his hands. Several masters wanted him to continue on with them, feeling that he could become something great. However Shamus's restless spirit and underlying mission never keep him in one place long enough.
Man of the Land - Growing up in a rural community and as a farmer's son Shamus has a great deal of knowledge relating to animals and plants. More than once Shamus's knowledge of edible plants and roots has saved him when his rations ran out on the road. Shamus's knowledge stretches to almost all lowland and forest creatures, although he might not know them all he can apply his knowledge to make an informed guess.
Personality: Shamus is a restless spirit, he has never been able to find peace staying in one place to long. As a child Shamus would wander far and wide across the lands that surrounded his home. This wandering nature gives rise to the belief that Shamus is a lone wolf and shuns companionship, this could not be further from the truth. Shamus enjoys spending time with new people and learning about different cultures and traditions, however, he gets bored easily and feels the need to make new friends.
Shamus has strong political views and is strongly opposed to the feudal system that roles over most of the land. It is his belief that the land should belong to the people that work it and not the 'Noble Lords'. His experiences traveling the country have not changed his beliefs, infact they have been further reinforced. As such he has a dislike of anyone of 'high birth'.
He finds his great passion is for music. As he has no natural musical talent of his own he is fascinated by the way that it can control peoples emotions, raising them high or laying them low on a changing cord.
Biography:
Born into a large farming family Shamus never really knew solitude. He had 14 Brothers and Sister, Shamus fit somewhere in the middle of the litter. As well as his siblings he had no less than 25 cousins within a league of the farm. His father would often joke that you could walk for a day in any direction from the farm and still find an O'Conner, probably in a bar.
The family was poor, as is the lot for a tenant farmer but his Father would say that they had enough. They rarely knew hunger, they had clothes and roof over their head. The land they worked was no more or else fertile than any other, it was subject to the same bounty and famines that affected all rural communities.
The lord of the land was, actually a Baron, Charles De Monthorpe the 6th. Baron De Monthorpe was not a bad man but he had the same casual disregard for his people that most of his stature had. The thing that fascinated the Baron the most was Lapi and there ability to increase production and farming yields. The Baron spent a small fortune on Lapi to give to the tenant farms and in return they would provide him with information regarding there use and outcome. What no one knew was the affect that the Lapi was having on the unborn children of the next generation.
For a decade child after child was born with the same mutation, something the locals coined Stoneskin but the Baron ostentatiously called De Monthorpe Syndrome. For all there lack of formal education it didn't take the people long to realize what was happening and then came the rebellion, the famine and finally the mercenaries. Shamus doesn't really remember much about this time other than the hatred for the upper classes.
As with all such things the seasons changed, the flames of emotion died down and the lands needed to tended too. The old Baron died and his son took up his Title and lands. The new Baron was keen to mend the wounds caused to his people, he built a school and decreased rents and was generally thought of better than his father. Shamus never forgot the hatred.
When he was 16 he left the village that he had known his whole life and headed out into the world. It was hard but he had many adventures and made many friends and enemies along the way. Shamus was determined to find a cure for the condition that he knew would eventually kill him and a great many of his own family, it would not let their generation be the last for the O'Conner's.
Other: - Shamus hates shellfish, he calls them the insects of the sea, oddly he quite likes eating insects. |
47,168 | 1,277 | 9 | 1,180 | 1,981 | The blacksmith looked Kait over like she had him, his curiosity obviously flaring a bit. Around these port towns, one would assume you'd get all sorts of odd characters walking around. But, then again, she didn't see many ships coming to and fro the port. Had something happened around the time she came into town? There were a lot of blacksmiths and the forge was pounding away just as hard as it was last night...
"Firstly I ain't no Sir, I ain't been knighted nor do I claim lordship over any lands..."
A small noise escaped Kait's mouth, halfway between an "Ah" of confirmation and a "Huh?" of confusion. Not many people outright refused to be called sir where she was from. In fact, most insisted on being called sir, or lady should the case be. But she'd let it lie, and just call him 'Shamus'. He also emphasized that the food was bought, and they got a discount for helping out. That certainly answered her question on where the boats were, in the shop, but the more pressing matter was if he thought she was a thief. She thought she was dressed fine, did the spear on her back make it look like she was a highwayman?
"I'm just a traveling Magus. I was hoping to get some cheap food..." She explained, holding up her light coin purse. "As I said, I'd assumed the food would be cheap. I suppose I'll check the shop though. What is it's name?" She asked. Unfortunately, Shamus wouldn't get a chance to respond, as rhythmic marching tore the beastwoman's attention away.
Throughout the streets the town's guards marched, spears and swords at the backs of men, women, and children. Those in the line looked as if they were about to cry, either from their own fate, or others. A few stood strong, facing their fate with honor though. The townspeople gave the group a grim look, but resumed their activities as if nothing had happened. The rat looked to Shamus with a worried look. "What's going on? Why are the knights escorting those people? Where are they taking them?" She inquired. As this was going on she looked into the sky and noticed it was noon. If any people had things they needed to do, now would be the time to get in position. | IMPORTANT NPCS
Intel: Me, you're fearless commander. Fearless doesn't mean powerful though, so you guys will be doing all the heavy lifting. Luckily, I know just about everything that goes on in Lucumbro, so you're in good hands.
Strategy: Why would you fight me? I don't even know fencing. I just know how to play the lute.
Sardiel's life was well documented, by an advisor of some kind. I've transcribed it here.
Sardiel was born a long while ago, to parents who had recently taken the throne; back then, the culture was noticeably different from how things are in the present day. Most notably, there was a significantly-reduced presence of elven nobles in the court of Lucumbro, as many such families had yet to achieve the success and wealth that centuries of experience helps to catalyse without strictly guaranteeing either. Many of those present at the time were instead human, and Sardiel soon noticed that the older humans in the court, servant and noble alike, would sometimes disappear permanently with no warning. Though his parents gave reasons for their vanishing during his childhood, such as "we removed them from their position for doing a bad job" and "they're taking an extended rest in the next country over", maturity brought with it an ever more unhealthy awareness of the concept of death, and the fact that even elves were not immune to their lives ending, a point hammered in quite roughly when Sardiel was unfortunate enough to have one of the eldest elves in court expire of heart failure right in front of him.
Naturally, this shaped much of his future mindset, most notably the permanent fear that he too would eventually die. He desperately did not want to die. What would happen if he died? Maybe his soul would be taken to an afterlife of grand scope and high adventure, as the religion of the time dictated... and then again, maybe he'd just be permanently incognizant, save if a necromancer drew his soul back into the realm of the living. Or worse, subjected to some impossible nightmare for no good reason, other than that he'd failed to survive beyond his time. For two hundred years, these ideas plagued him, leaving him despondent and insular day-in and day-out, and he even considered hiring a necromancer to resurrect him as some form of undead entity just to ensure he would not die of old age.
And then, one day, he had an inconceivable stroke of luck. Two decades or so ago, a minute stockpile of Lapis had been acquired within Lucumbro- no more than a few gemstones overall- and its effects tested in secret by a significant mage group at the time, and it had been discovered back then that upon the performance of certain rituals, this Lapis would do something or other. The "something or other" in question had recently been revealed as slowing the aging process, for several of the older users had yet to pass on, whilst the younger users seemed to be very similar in age to how they had been years before. Naturally, the mages of the guild saw this as a form of minor miracle; just as naturally, upon Sardiel's discovery of the substance, he demanded as soon as possible that the group give him one of those stones and the instructions for how to use it, though he offered a quite handsome sum of money in return. Since one does not refuse an order (or payment) from royalty without good cause, even as a guild of mages, they agreed to his terms, and granted him the stone and the information on how to use it.
His first anti-aging ritual was performed that very night, and paved the way for him to progress further into the realms of magic and Lapi use over the course of his life. With each ritual, his aging slowed more and more heavily, and he was ever vigilant about ensuring he performed these regularly. At three hundred, he appeared to be two hundred and sixty; at four hundred, upon the deaths of his dear parents and his coronation as king, he seemed merely two hundred and ninety; and at six hundred, after the birth of his third and final child, he looked to be no more than three hundred and ten. This pattern continued accordingly for hundreds more years, until Sardiel finally mastered the anti-aging Lapis completely, and his appearance ceased to advance from an apparent three hundred and thirty five years or so, even though by then he was more than a millennium old, his wife deceased and his eldest child approaching a quite elderly state.
So, too, had the people of the land begun questioning the state of affairs of royal progression: whilst many of the shorter-lived races were unaware of how unnaturally youthful Sardiel was, many longer-lived beings such as elves, and indeed plenty of nobles in a court that was by now already beginning to shift toward elven monopoly, were beginning to ask exactly when Sardiel would perish and pass his crown on to his children. As well, a lot of people were not necessarily content with his ruling style, his tendency to consider the long term gain over the short term loss, the many over the few, the kingdom's expansion over mere local customs and fears. And so, as both self-protection and assuaging of fears, Sardiel developed a plan to fake his own death.
The next day, King Sardiel rode off for a distant land, escorted by a small batallion of guards. Eight days later, the guards returned with a corpse, announcing that the king had unfortunately expired of some rare illness in that land, and that the throne would now belong to his eldest, or his eldest if he should expire before coronation.
The day after that, Sardiel returned to the castle in secret, undetected by anyone, and ensconced himself in the castle's inner sanctum. There, he handed a false crown to his (frankly surprised) eldest child to be declared king with, for though he might be king in name, Sardiel's continued semi-mortal existence meant he was naught but a figurehead. The power remained with his father alone, and if he and his descendants wanted to prove themselves loyal, they would comply with the true king's orders, and take this secret to their graves save for telling the truth to their own children. Some time later, it occurred to Sardiel that perhaps not all of the current "king"'s children would need to be informed, but by then all of his grandchildren and even some great-grandchildren knew. He supposed it wasn't entirely bad form; after all, he'd need informants to tell him the current state of affairs beyond and within the walls of the castle.
Another millennium or so passed. Sardiel's children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, passed into and out of life; Sardiel continued to live unaging in that time, his descendants bringing him food, drink, and interaction. After a time, one of them brought in a few servants to assist Sardiel's life and personal interaction; though he was furious at first, especially after learning about discussions early on of how similar each new king's ruling policy had been to Sardiel's own, evolving into a semi-myth about some vastly-powerful demon called "The Eternal King" who controlled each monarch of Lucumbro (which over time was growing into a full-blown empire spanning multiple countries) into doing its bidding, it transpired that none broke the secret of his continued existence to the world at large, and he eventually adapted to the change in circumstance, even managing to convince some of them to sneak Lapis stones of various sorts into the inner sanctum to let him continue practicing his magical abilities as needed.
Unfortunately, the scope of the cover-up eventually became too grand to hide. Sardiel still has no clue who revealed that he was still alive and ruling from the shadows to the court and world alike, be it one of his younger descendants or a newer servant who had yet to establish how extreme the consequences of their actions might be. However, it stood that the current "king" was the one to inform him of his rediscovered existence, and that in light of "the miraculous discovery about his ancestor's continued existence", as it was put to the court with no indication that he'd known about him beforehand, he had abdicated from the throne entirely in favour of his maniple-great-grandparent, who after all was "far more qualified to rule kindly and fairly thanks to their experience and wisdom".
Sardiel found it hard to be angry or scared about this turn of events, mostly because he was rushed into his "re-coronation" almost as soon as the prior "king" announced his abdication to Sardiel. It quickly became clear that opinions in the court (now very heavily populated by elves) were mixed about his return and/or hiding in the shadows - some saw it as the same miraculous discovery it had been pitched as, and others believed it might be good to have an experienced warrior in charge; some were relatively indifferent, whilst others still were enraged at apparently being lied to, either about his continued existence outright, or else that he'd possibly been pulling the strings for far longer than he had any right to in their eyes. Some even attributed the name of the non-existent demon that myths had been built about to Sardiel himself, in praise and in mockery alike. And of course, Sardiel knew full well that these sentiments would be emulated in the empire at large, with much more dire results than simple anger: civil war was surely on the horizon.
Quickly, he arranged his affairs to prepare for the inevitable. The smiths and enchanters were ordered to construct a new set of equipment- armour, shield, mace, and swords- for "the ruling monarch both present and future", though he fully intended this ruling monarch to be himself for the rest of time now that the truth was known, "and the family of the same". He hired individuals of a mildly unscrupulous nature to burrow through the court, up to and including the King's Guard, to determine who if any were disloyal to him, and purged from their positions of power and wealth anyone who it seemed was even slightly opposed to the crown, replacing them with others who he could be sure would not turn against him; once again, he sacrificed short-term gain for long-term benefit, as he knew this move would surely be seen as draconian in nature and accelerate the oncoming storm's arrival, though he believed it utterly necessary to ensure he would survive to see the storm pass.
And finally, funds were invested into the military: soldiers, knights, and generals were hired and trained as needed, combat equipment was produced at a rate unseen since the conflict against a neighboring empire three hundred years ago, military outposts were set up in the most important areas of Lucumbro's rule, and guard patrols became more frequent throughout the land of Lucumbro. All to help combat what by then was beginning to present itself as a rising movement, in the form of the so-called Glanz Empire, the start of a legacy that Sardiel was sure would prove to be a corrupt and rotten hulk throughout. Power, after all, is a force that corrupts many, indeed an end rather than a means; if he himself wasn't evidence of that, he didn't know what was.
He prays he will have the courage to relinquish the excess of power he has built up once the war is over. Moreso, he prays he will have the option to begin with.
Strategy: Though the king prefers not to fight, when cornered, he's still a foe to be reckoned with. He's armed with a mace, two blades, a heater shield, and a unique set of armor that hardens when struck, allowing both defence and mobility. He's also mastered a lightning Lapis, as well as a Lapis that let's him generate and manipulate plant matter. There have even been reports of a giant treant fighting by his side. I doubt we'll ever even meet him, let alone fight him, but just in case, stay on your toes.
Intel: There really isn't much info on the Firebird's Commander, but here's what I have; Born 117 years ago and cursed with the seed of a demon, her life was hell until her home burned down and she joined with the rebellion. She was trained personally by the previous commander before he was killed in battle and she took his place. Under her, the rebellion became a full scale war, with her impassioned speeches on revolution and power. Ever since, she's lead the Firebird Legion in their fight against the King. No one knows how she's stayed alive for so long. Some suspect her demon's blood, some suspect Lapi, and some suspect she has died, since she now refuses to make public appearances beyond the battlefield.
Strategy: Gennisi is incredibly powerful, both as a general, and as a combatant. She destroys any men that fall before her with her spear and her sunlight Lapi, and her shield is useful for both deflecting hits, and can be thrown as a weapon, always returning back to her. She also possesses power over gravity, able to root enemies in place or drag them in a certain direction. It's even been rumored that she's immortal, for no matter how many times she's been struck down in battle, she's come back again. Avoid at all costs.
CURRENT OBJECTIVE |
47,169 | 1,277 | 10 | 1,819 | 16 | The steady beat of boots upon cobble was accompanied by subdued wails and stifled moans, mixing in a disturbing sort of symphony as the parade marched through the town. The peasants littering the sides of the street made way, pretending not to notice as their friends and neighbours were herded away from them like pigs to the slaughterhouse. A young girl cried out, screaming and crying, wriggling out from her mother's protective grip and running at the group. One of the guards shoved her away, leaving her sobbing on the side of the street as her mother desperately tried to soothe her.
Rane took one last swig of his drink, setting the mug aside and standing up from his stool. A long, oversized brown cloak he had borrowed from a napping peasant hung around his shoulders, the hood thrown over his head and helmet. His sword and purse hung at his belt beneath the cloak. Awkwardly, he dug his hands into his clothes and rummaged through his purse for a moment, before presenting a few dull, rusting coins to the barkeep. The old man sifted through the coins with his gnarled fingers, examining each one carefully, before giving him a grudging nod.
"Cheap bastard," Rane muttered under his breath, perhaps a little louder than he had intended, as he picked up his belongings and turned to leave. Just four jugs of the watered-down piss they served as wine had cost him a good day's pay. He had always hated small towns for the sole reason that there were never any good taverns or brothels.
He tripped on the threshold as he left the bar, banging his head on the wooden door frame. Cursing silently, he stumbled out into the streets, easing the pain with his ring. The street seemed to suddenly lurch to the left, then slowly tilt back until it was flat, but overshot, and began leaning to the right. Perhaps he had hit himself a little too hard. Grunting, he threw off the cloak, revealing his full set of plate armour and his ridiculous winged helmet. He tossed the old rag aside dramatically, drawing his sword, holding it loosely in one hand, while the other fumbled to untangle his grappling hook from his belt. One foot in front of the other, sword held in front and chain swinging behind, he waited for the guards to come to him. The time for subtlety was over; it was time to finish the job.
Except the guards didn't come, because they had already moved away with their prisoners. Rane looked around for them, as confused as the townsmen who had paused their work to gape at this drunken mercenary, seemingly waiting to fight an enemy that did not exist.
Embarrassed, and a little outraged, Rane sheathed his sword and hooked his grappling hook back onto his belt, glaring at the townsmen. He looked to his left, where the prisoners were already being lined up in the town square. Cursing quietly, he began to make his way around to the center of the town. | Rane Mendrake
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Race: Human
Equipment
Plain sword – Weighs around 10 lbs, easily swung around. It was meant to be held in one hand, but Rane often switches between stances, holding it in his left, his right, and sometimes both. It was fashioned by a local blacksmith. It’s sturdy and doesn’t break easily, but also isn’t sharp enough to pierce through any more than reinforced leather. Rane adjusts his fighting style to accommodate for this, and often bludgeons armoured opponents with the pommel.
Heavy plate armour – Courtesy of Lord Janys for several months of dedicated service. Contrary to the quality his sword and other belongings, his armor was made by royal smiths out of finer metals. It originally had golden trimming, but Rane thought it looked ridiculous and had it removed. His lord insisted that he kept the wings on the helmet, and he grudgingly obliged. Its material cannot be pierced by all but the sharpest of blades, and its structure was made to withstand a good amount of force. It has taken quite a beating over the years.
Wineskin - It's a calfskin sack for some wine. Rane drinks a lot, but usually not before fighting.
Grappling Chain - Perhaps one of Rane's nastier possessions. It was originally a makeshift weapon fashioned from an old rope and half a bear trap. Since then, there have been many iterations of the weapon, the latest being a ten foot steel chain with a venom-drenched hook on one end. Rane can grapple small to medium-sized foes with his chain and pull them in. The hook was also made to find chinks between armour, and its barbs make it much harder to remove, especially in the heat of combat. The venom he uses isn't lethal, but it's strong enough to cripple a limb for a few hours, given some time.
Abilities
Red Lapi ring - When activated, it deadens his nerve endings, so he can’t feel pain. He frequently misuses his Lapi, leaving him exhausted and wounded. Because of this, he often finds himself with injuries that caution could have prevented.
Talents
Swordsmanship – Rane fights ambidextrously and often switches hands in the middle of fights. Having learned most of it on the streets, he isn’t afraid to fight without honour. He’s not a blademaster, but he can definitely hold his own in a fight.
Personality: Quiet, stoic, and utterly boring. He rarely talks, and when he does, it’s often no more than a few words. Although he is a mercenary, he’s fiercely loyal to his employers, at least until their contract ends. He obeys order without question, and has a distinct lack of empathy. However, he’s not a good leader, and typically cannot manage more than ten men at a time. He does have a fairly dry sense of humour, and his sarcastic remarks have landed him in trouble on numerous occasions.
Biography: Rane was a sickly child. His parents were noblemen of a small House, and spent the majority of his youth squandering their money on doctors to try and heal him. Their family fortune dwindled to nothing, and his father grew angrier and angrier. One night, convinced that Rane was the fulfilment of a curse that had been laid upon him years ago, he murdered his wife and threw Rane into the night.
Rane’s adolescence was spent on the streets, stealing food and beating other street rats for coin. A strangely generous thief named Wake took pity on him and took him under his wing, and showed him how to survive, nursing him back to health. His ferocity quickly earned him a following. Though he was the de facto leader of their gang, it was Wake who often gave commands and organized attacks. His gang, the Black Boars, quickly became notorious in his city, though he never had much passion for his life of crime. His anger towards his father was his only driving force. As he grew older and stronger, his anger dwindled, and he felt oddly indifferent towards the injustices he had suffered at the hands of his father. He eventually left his gang, leaving Wake in charge, and became a mercenary.
In an ironic turn of events, his first employer, a wealthy foreign merchant, ordered him to clear out the slums where he had grown up. He led a skeleton crew of six untrained recruits, slaughtering his old gang members. Eventually, he cornered Wake, begging for his life, trying to remind Rane of everything they had been through. Without a hint of hesitation or remorse, Rane rammed his sword through Wake’s throat.
Since that day, Rane has been roaming across the country, looking for work wherever he could find it. He had fought under countless masters and dozens of different banners. He acquired his ring from a nobleman who believed he would abandon the life of a mercenary to fight for him. Naturally, he left when their contract ended. He had also been knighted by another lord he had served, but he never felt any prestige in the title. He never followed any code of honour save his own, and the will of some pea-brained lord wasn't going to change that.
Life had taught Rane a cruel lesson. Some men found purpose in faith, some in riches, and some in love. Despite fighting for gold, Rane dismissed all of these ideas; the only power he ever acknowledged was power itself.
Other: Rane keeps a locket with his old House’s sigil. He has never shown it to anyone, and becomes uncharacteristically angry when someone tries to see what is inside. |
47,170 | 1,277 | 11 | 269 | 2,330 | It didn't take too long for Akella and the Lady Snow to come across the marching guardsmen, and the imprisoned civilians they had with them. It seemed as though the other peasants in the vicinity were either doing their best to ignore the marching group, or unduly fascinated by it in a way that they'd likely regret later on; Snow herself seemed to be very uncomfortable with the situation, at least in the first moment of glancing at it, but then deliberately turned her horse away, putting on a cool facade as she began to ride off. Akella, by contrast, could not bring herself to just leave. These people... she tried to tell herself that, maybe they were all criminals, maybe they deserved this. But that was surely impossible; at least a third of the village's people were being herded like animals, to who knows what fate, and nobody was doing a thing about it! This could not, would not-!
'Akella, let's go.'
The Lady's voice in her ear made her jump a little, and she turned to her employer, who by now had erased any trace of upset from her features. The mercenary gritted her teeth, and tried to appeal to the noblewoman's better nature: 'This is barbaric. We can't just stand by, surely?'
'This is not our concern. It's not our job to be concerned.' Her voice was as cold as her features.
'Then whose is it?' Akella replied, anger starting to tint her voice. 'There's no way something like this is going to end well, and I can't in good conscience do nothing about it.' For a moment, the Lady seemed cowed, bowing her head and once more showing what seemed to be distress, only to raise her head again, herself angered... but not with the events unfolding before them.
'What do you think you'll accomplish? Hm?' the Lady asked. 'Judging by the numbers here, there are probably guards all over the village. Are you planning to fight all of them, Akella? Is that your plan?'
'If I have to.'
'You will die trying. You are not one of those heroes from legend. Maybe you think otherwise, but you are mortal. You are a mercenary. You would do well to remember that, and you would do well to remember that you've been hired to protect me, not anyone ELSE.'
In truth, and even as she glanced to the crowd and back, Akella knew the noble was right. It wasn't her job to fight in larger battles; it wasn't her job to try and protect the larger mass of life, but those who could pay her. Such was the lot of a mercenary.
...and it was the job of the guards to protect said life. When they failed to do their jobs, who else could?
'Hide somewhere.'
'...pardon you?' Lady Snow asked, mildly incredulous.
'Find somewhere to hide, and stay there until I come back for you.' She turned her horse, and began following after the crowd, staying out of sight of the guards as she moved.
'...are you joking? Akella... Akella!'
Akella had stopped listening. If the Lady would not let her take this detour, she would have to go against orders for once. It seemed like the crowd was moving toward the town center, as a general rule; if whatever was happening would take place there, then she'd be there too, no matter what. | Akella Pyrope
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Human, with minor dwarven lineage
Miló - Akella's hand-crafted weapon, named "speak" in a Dwarven dialect local to her area of birth, seems to simply be a particularly-sharp double-edged blade of bronze, more specifically a type of shortsword often used by dwarves during fights in the confines of a mining tunnel, though the handle has, strangely enough, been crafted out of the same piece of metal with no covering, and only a single grey gemstone embedded into it. This, however, belies its nature as a remarkably strange object that only a skilled user of metal Lapi can use properly, and which only Akella herself actually knows how to use effectively - by applying small amounts of energy to the gemstone, actually a metal Lapis, in specific ways, one can force the weapon to change shape, flowing into various other forms, and apparently gaining and losing mass freely as a result of the transition. Alternate forms include a form of javelin with a similar blade on the end, again frequently used by dwarves in confined battles such as beneath the ground, which functions well as both a melee slashing and stabbing weapon and a ranged throwing weapon; what appears to be a rifle barrel, with no obvious parts other than the barrel itself, but the capacity to fire rounds endlessly nevertheless; the same rifle barrel, now with the shortsword-like blade on the end and split in two; and even a form with the blade fully intact on the end, intended to split rounds in two or even in four as they are fired in order to strike multiple targets. Miló's firing mechanism is described in the Other section.
Akoúo̱ - Akella's shield, named "listen" in the same Dwarven dialect, is a reasonably large circular shield made of bronze with two semi-circular sections missing out of each side, again derived from a common dwarven style intended for underground combat. Naturally, it is intended to block and deflect attacks from both physical and magical sources, being pretty much fit for purpose in both cases; however, it also possesses an edge as sharp as that of Miló, potentially enhanced further by Akella's own metal magic, therefore allowing it to be thrown by one of the indentations to cause grievous damage to anything it hits, and seems to attach directly on to Akella's arm band with only a couple of fixed metal "clips". Other than this, it is not particularly special as far as shields go.
Entolí - Akella's armour, named "command" in the Dwarven dialect, seems surprisingly bulky for the amount of agility Akella is able to show off whilst wearing it - though it is not explicitly made in dwarven style, it certainly has the bulk most dwarves are fond of in their armour, and it is more than thick enough to fend off most blows handily, yet Akella typically prefers to dodge attacks whilst wearing it, and is shockingly good at doing so. This is an intentionally misleading design: the green gemstones embedded at various points, up to and including those hanging on either side of her head, are all magnetism Lapi, and are designed to allow Akella to subtly bend any and all metal-based attacks - namely, most modern weapons from swords to arrowheads to musket balls - around her form or vice-versa, or at the very least ensure they only glance off her armour, giving the illusion of being untouchable in battle. They also allow her to move in ways that could be considered superhuman, for instance appearing to jump far higher than a normal human and hang in the air for much longer, or to strike with much more force than normal. Taking these effects to their logical extremes, a lot more stamina can be imbued into the Lapi to, for instance, generate a practical force field around Akella or allow her to hover and fly around in the air, though this is naturally quite draining.
Mastered Lapi - Akella is a master of both metal and magnetism Lapi, having had unrestricted access to both since childhood, and incorporates them heavily, though subtly, into her fighting style, as partially described above. A common trick against foes in chain or plate is for her to strike with Miló, and either break the armour it would otherwise clash against along the striking line to make it seem like she is strong enough to shear metal, or simply have the weapon pass straight through any offending metal to cause damage without obviously injuring the target. Once again, it is entirely possible for her to be more blatant about their use, e.g. by levitating both her weapon and shield to fight from a distance, but she prefers to avoid this sort of activity for reasons of conserving stamina.
Other Lapi - Aside from the very specific-use wind and fire Lapi in Miló's handle, Akella does not really use other forms of Lapi, instead relying mostly on her own physique as augmented by her mastered Lapi to handle combat. She's also not cottoned on to the existence of electromagnetism yet, having not had any particular access to lightning Lapi in her life.
Dwarven ETs - Though it is comparatively thin- almost surprisingly so, given her birthplace- Akella does have some dwarven lineage, and thus access to two somewhat watered-down dwarven ETs. First of all, her strength is notably greater than a normal human's - whilst not that much different from human compared to a full-blooded dwarf, maybe a bit stronger than a typical male soldier in his prime for the time being, she can nevertheless lift significantly more and strike noticeably harder than her build would suggest, and in fact benefits from being mostly human by not suffering any obvious reduction to agility the way most dwarves are afflicted, though that may be more a facet of not being built like a four-foot brick than her lineage proper. Secondly, she is fairly good at identifying metals, including ore quality, metal purity, alloy percentages, and even weak points in crafted metallic items; though most of these are not particularly better than a normal human for Akella, she has specifically trained her ability to identify weak points to the point that she can do so instinctively in the heat of battle, a very potent skill when facing off against, for example, an enemy knight.
Mutation: Hands of Tálos - In ancient Dwarven folklore, tales are told of a dwarf who held great strength even by their own standards, but who was cursed to transform whatever they touched into the same substance, even the very air around them, trapping them in a shell of bronze even as it broke away from their skin. Akella is unfortunate enough to have developed something similar: though only restricted to her hands, any solid object she directly touches with them is transformed into bronze, up to and including living flesh, gods forbid, unless they have been specifically enchanted to avoid this problem the way her gloves and most of her normal clothing has been, or are otherwise flooded with magical power in the way Lapi is. Naturally, this is somewhat of a restriction when it comes to social interaction, though fortunately mitigated by samesaid gloves; nonetheless, she considers herself doomed because of it, and fears that she may one day mess up and accidentally touch somebody with her bare hands, granting them what she can only assume would be an excruciating death.
Combat Expert - Akella has been trained from a young age to be an expert in just about all forms of traditional offense and defense in her home - the shortsword, javelin, shield, and heavy armour that are all incorporated into her equipment in some manner or another. Additionally, she has also trained extensively in the use of rifles, in particular the odd design of Miló's various gun forms that so defines its awkwardness in any hand that is not her own.
Metalworker - Though she rather prefers to keep it low-key, Akella's metal Lapis mastery gives her a surprisingly good ability to craft metal into just about any form she likes with no need for the heat of a forge to make a sharp and hard edge, or a sturdy plate. As a profession, she would rather avoid it, simply because combat is more of a thrill to her; however, the fact that she managed to forge Miló in the first place is a testament to her skill in this regard.
Horse riding - She's not an expert in this regard, and wouldn't so much as consider attempting to fight in the saddle, but Akella is an able enough horse rider to get from place to place without overly cramping her legs.
Lapi User - Mastery of metal and magnetism, minor use of fire and wind in equipment. Described above.
Akella is nothing if not friendly - contrary to what one might anticipate from a serious warrior, she does her best to see the world in the best light possible, making at least a token attempt to make friends with people who haven't been explicitly hostile toward her and doing what she can to avoid injuring those who are beyond what's needed to stop them. She also does her best to be polite to everyone as and when it is feasible, sometimes going as far as to apologise for damaging a foe if she would have rather not gotten into that particular fight, and she remains as patient as she can throughout. Furthermore, though not educated beyond a certain level outside of her combat training, she is intelligent enough to understand reasonably complex topics if they're explained to her, evidenced by her Lapi usage and ability to control the battlefield around her as needed, which perhaps contributes to how she acts in general.
Beneath all this, however, is a very insecure young woman. A combination of a near-crippling mutation and high expectations whilst growing up have not been kind to her, and a part of her exists which mostly wants to be normal, to not have so much responsibility any more, though she knows full well how unlikely this is. Indeed, she fears (perhaps irrationally) that the stress of the current war situation may one day kill her, or worse cause her to lose control of herself and do something she'll regret; she feels that if she can at least contribute to ending the stalemate between Sardiel and Gennisi in some form or another (though as far as her ideology goes, she considers Sardiel's victory the preferable option overall), she may at last be able to relax.
Akella's birthplace was the town of Broúntzos, a medium-small mining town composed of humans, dwarves, and various degrees of hybrid, that made heavy use of multiple sorts of Lapi so as to draw out from the ground ores of various types, in particular those required to forge bronze. Naturally, in such an environment, the rules on where and when Lapi was allowed to be put to use were enforced very clearly to prevent harmful mutation, but even so, the ambient magical aura of the place sometimes affected an unborn child... albeit not so noticeably at first, in Akella's case specifically. As she went from infant to toddler, though, it became more and more clear that the patches of bronze found all over her family's house were her doing, and they quickly took her to see an expert in the field after an incident where a small but notable chunk of flesh was transformed so. The diagnosis was declared, most notably that the effects of her mutation would get more pronounced as she grew older and gained more stamina, and in short order a pair of elbow-length leather gloves were fashioned for Akella to wear to ensure she did not accidentally turn to bronze anything else, a mark of her misfortune that would define her since then, new gloves being crafted and enchanted for her in advance of the old ones wearing out or losing their fit.
Naturally, this led to a certain degree of both attention and ostracising by her school mates once she began her education, and though friendly enough when talking to people, she often found herself not specifically seeking to interact with most of them, save her close childhood friend, a boy called John who had been fathered by a fairly large family shortly after their move to Broúntzos. Akella and John would often talk to one another about their lives, in a surprisingly deep fashion for young children, and they both realised that the other was confused about whether they deserved attention or not. In John's case, he wondered if his sisters overshadowed him, or whether he was babied too much to be useful; for Akella, she felt that her mutation singled her out, overshadowing other aspects of her being. They both promised the other that they'd make themselves worth the attention, and so both began training to become fighters in the town's local military outposts. Akella in particular already held a surprising affinity for two sorts of Lapi, and with focused training, she became very good at using them and the town's traditional weaponry in just a few years, drawing the attention of the head of the local outpost. This ultimately got her inducted into the town guard's junior regiment at the tender age of eleven.
It was shortly after this that Akella discovered she actually wasn't fond of attention. Or at least the amount of attention she got, anyway: noted as a potential source of "unique skill", and cited as being exceptionally useful for the war against the Firebird Empire should be become a full-blown lady of the realm, she was regularly pushed to her limits to master the weaponry available to her and her native Lapi, causing her excessive and undue stress which wasn't helped by her continuing anxiety about what had come to be known as the Hands of Tálos. Though she quickly became well-known within the town as a prodigy and a battle genius, her days often ended with her exhausted, and her nights were filled with terrors that left her even more exhausted the next morning. It was a cycle she found herself stuck within for the next five years, and it ended when she finally decided she couldn't live like that much longer. She went to the craftsman who created her gloves, and commissioned with the money she'd earned during her time appropriately-enchanted gloves to suit her for practically the rest of her life, as well as stealing from the armoury a single bronze shield, and from the ore storage enough bronze and Lapis to craft herself a suit of armour and a single-piece blade of some sort. The night that she received them, she spoke to John one last time, and found she would be sorely missed in kind. She was gone from the town by morning.
For the next few years, she travelled the world as a mercenary, acquiring money to survive off of in as ethical a manner as a hired thug can, as well as enough bronze to add to her armour whenever it was needed. In her down-time, she perfected her ability to manipulate metal and magnetic force alike with her magic, adding to and improving upon Entolí to suit her as and when needed, and frequently improving the function of Miló until it became an ungainly weapon which only she could reasonably utilise as effectively as possible. Akoúo̱ remained mostly unchanged, save for the addition of a sharp edge to its outer rim for the purposes of throwing. And yet despite her attempts to escape the world's notice, the unique appearance she wrought for herself and the skill with which she fought caused stories to spread about "the girl with hair like flame" throughout the kingdom, and it was rare for her to enter a town without at least a few people mobbing her for a tale of her most recent exploits, or offering her food and rest "after her long journey", regardless of how long she had been travelling before then. She would oblige these requests almost compulsively, feeling it was only fair to be kind to those who were kind to you, and often found herself with an excess of money and a dearth of time left to herself. Though throughout her life of combat her exterior has remained friendly, even humble, she has begun to despair on the inside of ever experiencing a life approaching normality, and though she knows logically that attempting to end the civil war is only likely to further boost her notoriety, it is the only route she sees to accomplish this... if only she could find a foothold to start off from.
Weapon Mechanics
Miló has the ability to fire rifle rounds with no obvious source of heat, or indeed any obvious source of rifle rounds. This is thanks to a result of two separate realisations on Akella's part. First, she has realised that what pushes the projectiles out of a regular gun's barrel isn't the heat of the exploding gunpowder itself, but the pushing force caused as a result of the explosion, in other words the explosion's wind. With that in mind, Miló has an air Lapis hidden in the hilt of the weapon, the only use of which is to create directed, and surprisingly strong, bursts of air to propel projectiles out of the weapon; a fire Lapis is also present from prior iterations of the weapon, though it is there mostly because its removal would not affect Miló's functionality, instead serving to produce smoke and noise from the end of the barrel to hide how the weapon actually functions.
The second realisation is that a flat surface on a projectile actually provides more space for a given pushing force to work properly when compared to the standard spherical rounds, though Akella understands that this is perhaps not an understanding limited to her mind alone; since the vast majority of bullets produced nowadays are lead musket balls, Akella has taken it upon herself to enhance Miló's functionality by allowing the weapon to spontaneously generate its own ammunition, again via supplying energy to the embedded metal Lapis in a specific pattern, such that a pointed lead projectile may be formed within Miló's barrel whilst in one of its rifle forms, fitting snugly to the barrel's rifling without sticking when fired, thus producing a far more accurate (and cheaper) shot than most might anticipate from any projectile weapon.
Magnetism Lapi
The functionality of most forms of Lapi are reasonably obvious - a metal Lapis lets you control metal, a healing Lapis heals your body, and a necromancy Lapis lets you resurrect and command the dead. Magnetism Lapi is one of the more complicated forms of Lapis to figure out, mostly because the mechanics of magnetism known to modern science in real life have not yet been entirely established in this setting, and even those who have encountered magnets are only likely to know that iron and steel are attracted to them, never mind that electricity and magnetism are in fact closely intertwined. Essentially, however, the principle is the same: five basic types of magnetism exist, the most common of which is ferromagnetism, wherein parallel magnetic moments within the electrons are arranged in parallel with each other, producing a north and south pole within the substance, and which is strongest within metals such as iron, cobalt, and nickel. For the same reason, these are the metals magnetism Lapi is most effective on, requiring the least amount of stamina to affect under normal circumstances, as their magnetic moments do not cancel one another at room temperature, thus allowing natural ferromagnetism.
That being said, part of the functionality of magnetism Lapis is to actively induce the appropriate form of magnetism to achieve its effects (most often telekinetic in nature) in just about any material it is used upon regardless of its usual physical properties, often combining multiple forms of magnetism to both push and pull a target in certain ways. Therefore, whilst it may or may not take more stamina to do so, most metals both pure and alloyed can be affected by magnetism Lapi as well - for instance, Entolí is largely made of bronze, an alloy largely composed of copper, which is a substance that is naturally diamagnetic, such that the magnetism Lapi implanted into the armour only requires a comparatively small amount of stamina to induce a significant repulsive force against most metallic objects. However, less magnetically reactive substances may require an excessive amount of stamina to handle effectively with magnetism Lapi, and it is often more productive to simply acquire the relevant Lapi type, e.g. earth Lapi for generic soil. |
47,171 | 1,278 | 0 | 164 | 343 | The “students” would all arrive at the same place at about the same time. Regardless of how they traveled or what transportation they took. When they all reach said destination they find themselves looking upon a fenced in yard. The fence looked at if it were made out of metal and upon closer inspection one would notice the etchings. The gates were old and creaked as if the hinges hadn’t been oiled in ages.
“Welcome to your new home.” Came a voice and when eyes finally tracked that voices location… they would be looking at a tall human looking individual. He opened the gates and looked at the hinges with a sigh.
“I told him those old things needed to be replaced.” He idly said as he looked at the new additions to the school.
“Welcome.” He said again as he moved to bring them inside. It was a quick ushering as he helped them along. After they were all inside he locked the gate behind them. With a smile he guided them along to the home. It was more like a small castle or maybe an old hotel. The place looked like it housed at least thirty people within comfortably. As everyone gathered inside… assuming they went in. They are rewarded with keys and room numbers.
“Ahh… our bright minds have arrived.” Came a deep calming voice.
“Please make yourselves at home. I do hope you all will enjoy your stay.” The voice seemed to come from nowhere but then a figure dressed in a mostly red and black suit walked up and greeted everyone.
“Keep your truenames for they hold power. Make up a name we may call one another. You may all call me Aku.” He said with a grin. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,172 | 1,278 | 1 | 2,594 | 1,887 | After the welcome of Aku and the second person Moriko looked at her room number.Number 13, my lucky number. she said to her self. She looked around the castle like building looked really nice to her. Moriko placed her suitcase on the ground next to her. She greets the man back and the second person. Keep your truenames for the hold power. Makeup a name we may call one another? she thought. The Moriko looked at the other studens, greets them and said: "You all may call me Valencia." The name Valencia is a Latin kitten name that means Vigorous and strong. Moriko liked it from the sound of it, it makes her smile. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,173 | 1,278 | 2 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras followed in after the students and set down a small pack filled with a few tomes he had brought with, and were the only things he had brought with him. he checked his room number, 16, and listened as the headmaster greeted them. after Aku requested they think up a name rather than use their own he was slightly disappointed, he would've rathered use his own name but he'll think of one if he must "Harkon..." he thought aloud, simply a name he was fond of, he was distracted from his thought when another student introduced herself as Valencia, seeing this as the time for it he said "You may call me Harkon" he then looked to Aku "Excuse me sir, which way is it to the library? i would like to get acquainted with the space before the first classes" | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,174 | 1,278 | 3 | 164 | 343 | Aku stood and watched as a few of the students spoke. The others kind of just stood there and looked like statues. Perhaps they feared him because of the tall tales.
‘Very well Valencia and Harkon.’ Aku thought as he nodded to each.
“The library? You don’t need one of those. My mind serves as such. Although I suppose my mind could be biased. The Library is down this hall all the way to the end. It’s about four city blocks?” Aku explained as he walked up to Harkon and looked him in the eyes for a moment. Although he quickly looked away and smiled as his eyes fell upon the others.
“Valencia… I had a sister named Valeria. Although she was different and tried to kill me many times.” He said with a smile as he looked at her.
“Now I’m sure you are all famished and I have personally prepared meals based on each of your local tastes.” He paused for a moment and looked at each of them.
“Then again I suppose I should have asked what you wanted. Hospitality isn’t one of my strong suits and having guests here is something new. I think it has been four centuries?” He thought as he looked at each of them.
“Perhaps my mind is frayed from the seal.” Aku babbled as he started walking away. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,175 | 1,278 | 4 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko looked at Nybras as he introduced himself to the others. She greeds him with a smile. When Aku said her chosen name she looked at him. Then he spoke of his sister and that made her laugh. Moriko was really happy with her chosen name Valencia.
Aku mentioned the meals. I hope I get salmon tonight. she said to her self. It's not that being a half cat means that she has to like fish but in this case Moriko really loves salmon, its her favorite food.
Lost in the thoughts of getting salmon for dinner tonight, Moriko saw Aku started to walk away without saying what they have to do now. I guess that we must go to our rooms for our belongings. she said softly to her self. For that Aku was out of sight Moriko said: "Mr. Aku do we have to go to our rooms to that we can start unpacking our suitcases? If that is the case can you show us where our rooms are?" | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,176 | 1,278 | 5 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Ah, thank you Nybras said, he didn't pay much mind to Aku's momentary close inspection, he'd heard the his kind were rare in this region. He picked up his bag and nodded toward Aku and the other students and set out down the hall toward the library, breaking into a light jog along the way. when he reached the end of the hallway and went through the door to the library he set his pack down next to one of the desks and brushed of the surface, kicking up a load of dust and causing him to sneeze "suppose it's to be expected" he thought aloud as he rubbed the tip of his snout "from the way it sounded, he probably doesn't use this place much" he picked up his pack and placed it on the desk and looked around the library room. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,177 | 1,278 | 6 | 164 | 343 | As Harkon entered the library it was indeed dust filled. That and there were cobwebs throughout the entire place. If he were to scan the room he would notice an old man sitting in the library… or the form of one. It looked as if he had died long ago in this place and remained as a guardian. As he moved the dust the room seemed to come alive. The lights lit themselves one buy one and the skeleton in the char started to move.
“What, what?!” He coughed out a handful of dust puffed from its mouth.
“Who, who is there?” The eyeless skeleton asked as he looked around the room. As he moved the dust seemed to break away and the room became alive with life. As the dust broke and was dissipating the man grew flesh as well as eyes in those sockets. It was like watching decomposition and ageing backwards. First he was a skeleton, then he had some flesh and muscle. His withered skin and old voice changed as the room became what it once was.
“Ah I see.” A familiar voice said as he moved to the desk where Harkon was.
“You are Harkon correct?” Asked someone who looked exactly like Aku.
Aku was walking away but stopped when he was asked a question. Or was it he could hear a thought?
“You like Salmon?” He asked Valencia.
“Oh pardon the intrusion. I get carried away with surface thoughts. I sometimes forget who they belong to. Try to form a barrier in your mind. Think of math or a repeated process. Like making food or something.” He informed her as he started to walk away and then the question came.
“OHHH! Where are my manners today… or is it night?” He asked as he looked around the room.
“You may unpack your things if you wish. Think I need to make maps for this place.” He pondered out loud as he shot his finger into the air.
“I did!” He said and with a few waves of his hands he produced a map and handed it to her.
“Now time to cook that salmon.” He said as he moved away from Valencia.
“Please feel free to do anything you wish. Make yourselves at home. Also rooms are on the second floor. Wait there are rooms on every floor. Anyways your guest rooms are on the second floor. But remember! School starts in the morning… or was it night?” His voice moved throughout the entire place but it wasn’t booming it was as if he were speaking to someone. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,178 | 1,278 | 7 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko thanks Aku for the map although she was a little confused over what he told her. Make a barier in my mind? She didn't give it much thought then she opened the map. It was a pretty big place where you can get lost easily. "Second floor, room 13 where are you." Moriko said while studying the map a little. "Ohh, there you are." a little smile appears on her face. The stairs where left from where she was and room 13 was at the end on the right side next to a large window.
Moriko turned around towards the other studens. "Plz, follow me I know where the rooms are." She took her suitcase and stards walking to the stairs. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,179 | 1,278 | 8 | 2,788 | 1,592 | yes, I am Nybras said toward the new Aku in the room, his hands rubbed together nervously, more from his own timid nature than the sudden liveliness of the room or the skeleton that formed into an image of Aku "i'm suppose to be an assistant Librarian here..." he looked back and his bag and picked it up, facing Aku he held if in front of himself "I brought some things i thought would make good additions to the collection here, a few rarer things, not...not often found outside of where i come from" he looked from his bag to Aku as he spoke. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,180 | 1,278 | 9 | 164 | 343 | Aku stood there looking Nybras over with a puzzled look. “You are supposed to be an assistant for the Library?” Aku asked as much to himself as to Nybras.
“I think you have come a little late. Give or take fifty years.” Aku went on as he moved through the library. He waved his hand and a book moved into a full shelf. Although when it reached the shelf the other books seemed to make room.
“Are you saying you are here to learn to be a Librarian?” He asked as he looked at the young male.
“Seems a bit strange if you are. I think you should learn a thing or two while you are here. Then decide what you wish to be.” Aku went on like an old man rambling.
“Now then place what you have here and go get settled in. Here is a map of the castle… or was it a school now? Ah I cannot recall.” Aku said as he slipped over a scroll.
Aku was in the kitchen preparing the meal that Valencia wanted. He cooked it in his oven with a mix of spices and a squeeze of lemon. He cut up some potatoes and carrots and tossed them into a broth he was making. It sounded strange whenever he cut into anything because he was so quick and perfect at it. In one of the other ovens he pulled out what looked like a pie and another a loaf of bread. He was humming while he cooked and was a blur in the kitchen. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,181 | 1,278 | 10 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko opens the door from her room. As she steps in side she looks around the interiur was is her liking she really loves it. Moriko walked further in side and closed the door. The room was pretty big from what it seemed like from the outside. Moriko turned around towards her new bed and laid her suitcase on it to open it. The closset was already full with new clothes for her to wear. She picked up her clothes from her case and begins with unpacking. While unpacking and looking through the room she kept thinking about dinner. Between the clothes there was a dress that catsted her eye, she took it out and hold it in front of her for the mirror. Moriko changed her self in to put the dress and it fits her good.
Moriko looked through the window and it was almost dinner time. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,182 | 1,278 | 11 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras set the bag down on the desk and picked up the scroll. He nodded to Aku and said "I'll go find my room then". He left the library and headed toward the stairs. he was looking over the map as he walked along the hall toward his room and, in his distraction, turned and opened the door three doors down from his. when he stepped through the doorframe and looked up he saw a young girl in a dress in the room, after a second he recognized her as Valencia from earlier. "I...sorry" he stammered out and turned around quickly, smacking his nose on the doorframe, he walked swiftly down to his room's door, opened it, and went inside and closed the door behind him. He leaned on the wall and sighed. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,183 | 1,278 | 12 | 164 | 343 | Aku was almost done with the food so he started to prepare the table. Once he was finished he noticed the table had too many places. With a small incantation he waved his hand at the table and it became smaller bringing the small group a little closer. With a satisfied grin he moved into the kitchen and gathered the food for his new students.
“Dinner is ready.” He said and his voice echoed throughout the building in that same calm not overpowered voice. Although the difference this time was his voice didn’t start from inside his guests rooms. This time they could hear his voice as if he was outside their door.
If they came down Aku would greet them and place them at the table. He could pull out chairs for both male and female because they are considered guests. He would also assist in scooting them in and then pour them drinks. He would however ask them what they would want to drink. Afterwards he would excuse himself and go into the kitchen.
“Ah my guests and future students.” Aku said coming from the living area. He was dressed in mostly black and red. He moved to the table and sat in his chair. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
“Let’s eat.” He said as he moved to take some food. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,184 | 1,278 | 13 | 2,594 | 1,887 | The few from Moriko's room was beautiful, she could see a big part of the forest that was close by. Moriko walked back to the mirror and turned around to she how it looks on the back when her door opened and she believed it was Harkon that stood in the door frame. Moriko wanted to say something but in stead she just looked at him and blushes. It didn't take long or he left her room and closed the door behind him. He really seems to be a nice guy, that makes me happy. she thought as he left the room.
Moriko turned back to the mirror. Maybe I need to pick a par of shoes that to with the dress, although Aku said make your self at home. Hummm... I think that i keep it like this. No shoes. she thought and smiled more. The voice of Aku sounded outside her room: "Dinner is ready." Moriko opened her door but there was no one. She saw that the other students also where looking outside. How? that word keeps coming in to her mind. Then she remembered what Aku said to her. Moriko walked back in side and sit down on her bed. She closed her eyes and made an image of a bariar come in to mind and focused on that. It didn't took long. Aku, he seems very gentle and nice to every one. The things he did so far where amazing. I hope he will teach me a lot of things. Only he seems to be lony how long ago was it for him to get guests?
Moriko took her key and put the map in a pocked that she found. locked her room and started walking to wards the dinner room. Moriko capt thinking about Aku of how interesting person he is. She was so focused in her thoughts that she forgot about the other studens. They all didn't say much, it was like they where afraid of Aku or to shy to say any thing. Moriko stopped and looked where she was. The dinner room was next to her. She walks in side and saw Aku. Moriko greeds him a good evening and said: "Where may I take a seat?" | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,185 | 1,278 | 14 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras had managed to get into a fresh set of robes before Aku called that it was dinner time. he picked up his map from where he placed it on the bed as he changed and went out the door to the hall, he opened the map and saw where the dinning room was. he set out and found that the hall was empty along the way, he assumed he was the last one to arrive at the dinning room and found that to be true when he got there. Valencia was asking where she would sit. Nybras stood a little behind her waiting to see if they would be placed in seats or if they would choose their own. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,186 | 1,278 | 15 | 164 | 343 | Aku sat at the table and Valencia and Harkon entered the room. She had asked where she was supposed to sit and he waved his hand at the seats that were opened.
“Pick a spot to sit. The Table is round so there is no head of the table. Although my chair is fancy... I made it.” He explained as he looked at Harkon and nodded to him. Aku stood up almost forgetting himself when a female enters the room. He would wait for all of his guests to get seated before sitting again. Although the more he looked at his food the sadder he seemed to look. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,187 | 1,278 | 16 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras looked around the table, thinking on which spot to choose, he decided on a spot on Aku's right and walked around to the seat. he stopped and stood behind the chair, glancing at Aku for a moment before looking back at the other students. he was waiting for more of them to pick seats before they all sat down. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,188 | 1,278 | 17 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko followed Harkon to the table. She waited for him to pick a seat and then she walked to the seat on Aku's left. Moriko looked at the chair where Aku was sitting on. It was a beautiful chair and well made. She looked up from the chair and looked around the room. This place is really beautiful. I really feel that I'm at home somehow. she thought and smiled. All the students where at the room, so she grabbed the chair really to sit down. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,189 | 1,278 | 18 | 164 | 343 | Aku waited for everyone to sit before he sat back down again. He nodded to everyone at the table and his eyes lit up with life.
“Now we eat. I’m not sure if any of you pray or have some kind of pre-meal custom but do not be shy. You may do what you like. I hope that the food is to your liking and I made other things as well. I don’t assume that everyone eats the same thing. That would be really dull. So please dig in.” Aku said as he raised a glass of red liquid and took a sip. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,190 | 1,278 | 19 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko picked up the sent of salmon and her eyes began to sparkle. She thanks Aku for the meal and she began to eat. It tasted really good, it was so good that a little tair came in her eye. Moriko looked at Aku: "Its really good!" she said with a smile. She didn't have salmon for dinner for a very long time and when she had it didn't tasted so good as now. Moriko didn't want to eat to quick, so she took an piece of bread. She looked around to see what everyone was having for dinner. It all smells so good. Aku had to be a top chef. No one that she knows could ever make a meal this yummy. This made her more happy that she jointed the school. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,191 | 1,278 | 20 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras began eating along with the others, there seemed so few of them, he looked around the table as he ate but his eyes wound up falling to Aku and Valencia again, they seemed the only one that stood out, it almost seemed as if they were the only ones there, just the three of them. he let out a soft sigh and raised his own glass along with Aku and muttered under his breath "to the beginning" and took a sip. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,192 | 1,278 | 21 | 164 | 343 | Aku sat there watching as others ate the food. He couldn’t help but try to enjoy the meal through his new additions. As they ate he looked over each. It seemed that some were silent as the night and withdrawn into themselves.
“So what did you all wish to learn from me while here?” Aku asked a general question to everyone waiting for others to answer. When he heard a toast of sorts he smiled and nodded but added something.
“To the here and now. The Beginning started long ago.” He said to Harkon with a grin. When Valencia complemented his food he smiled brighter. He did like to cook and rarely got to do so. Having someone who could actually enjoy the meal was something new to him.
“Thank you.” He paused briefly as he looked at her.
“As you probably know, I’m a vampire and cannot enjoy my own cooking or that of others.” He admitted to the group and his smile held fangs. It would probably seem strange to the group that they didn’t notice something like that before.
“I think I would like to give you all riddles. I do like to get the mind flowing that way. That and the night is just starting.” He said as he pulled another drink from his glass. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,193 | 1,278 | 22 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko thought a little while before answering Aku's question over what she liked to learn. "I would like to learn the real story of what happened in the past. I have heard 2 kinds but I know that they do not tell what really happened." The last part frustrated her a lot.
A toast broke on to celebrate the beginning of the new school. Moriko didn't say anything, she listened to what everyone said to each other. Moriko did join to cling her glass with Harkon and Aku.
After the toast Moriko didn't say anything. She ate her meal and then heard a thanks form Aku. She looked up and smiled a little. Then Aku told them what he was and everything makes sense now. Everything what happened so far, it makes sense. Moriko didn't knew what to say so she looked at Aku and smiled.
Riddles, something that can be fun but also a pain. Moriko loved to play a game of riddles when she was younger but that stopped when she discovered the meaning behind it. She shook her head. This can be fun! | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,194 | 1,278 | 23 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras returned Aku's grin and nodded. he honestly wasn't that surprised that Aku was a vampire, it actually made sense. he leaned back in his chair with his drink, humming and waiting for these riddles Aku want to give them. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,195 | 1,278 | 24 | 164 | 343 | Aku was somewhat mesmerized as he watched everyone eat. He was somewhat dazed by the people eating food. He listened to their conversations as the students tried to get to know one another. He was surprised that these young people were alright with him being a vampire. It brought a smile to his face as he looked at his young friends.
“Well, the riddles will be simple ones. I think…” He paused looking around the room.
“You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. This is the first riddle.” He said as he looked at the children. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,196 | 1,278 | 25 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko stopped with eating when Aku told the first riddle. It sounded familiar to her some how. She thought deeply but nothing came in mind. A thought of the past came up. Moriko started to stare down looking. Sunken in thoughts of what the answer is. She began to lost track of the riddle and began to wander off the path to the answer. Moriko shook her head to lose the thoughts it made her feel bad. She took her glass and took a sip but it didn't tasted good any more. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,197 | 1,278 | 26 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras swirled his drink as he pondered the riddle in his head 'hmm...perhaps...no, not quite. knife to cut...maybe it means a type of food, such as a head of lettuce?...but who would weep for lettuce, no it couldn't be, perhaps a plant...dead flowers...mmh no it-stop Nybras, you're overthinking it' He took a sip 'he said it was simple, wait could it be...' his thought process came full circle as he said aloud "...an Onion?" | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,198 | 1,278 | 27 | 164 | 343 | Aku watched as the students all thought about his riddle but only one said the answer out loud.
“What gave it away? Perhaps it was my love for cooking meals?” Aku asked Harkon as he looked at the young looking… creature? He knew what his race was but for some reason his mind was drawing a blank. He looked at him studying his movements and wondered why he was here.
“Harkon is correct by the way so you all may stop guessing. An onion is the correct answer. For the next riddle…” He paused for dramatic weight. Looking around the small round table. It was strange how the table seemed to shrink bringing them all closer together. Although it was also something to note that each had ample room to eat and have fun.
“Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?” He asked them all as he grinned at his empty cup. It took him a minute to refill it with a pitcher sitting near him. As he didn’t have a plate of food. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,199 | 1,278 | 28 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko look up to the others when she heard the answer. It was Harkon who got it right. Stay calm this is for fun. You know that you can do it. Moriko cleared her head of thoughs. That calms her a little. She took her glass again and drinks a bit. This time she has to get the answer right.
"Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die." repeated Moriko with a soft voice afther Aku told the next riddle. poor people have it. What is it that poor people have? They are happy with the things the have and that is almost nothing. Moriko looked up. "Nothing.... If you eat nothing you die..." she mumbled softly. Moriko looked around. Aku have everything so he needs nothing. That is it! and she began to smile. "It's nothing!" | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,200 | 1,278 | 29 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras smiled, saying "yes the food did have something to do with it". he watched as the next riddle set the students to pondering again until Valencia came out with an answer, nothing, it seemed the answer to him so he waited to see if it was indeed the answer to Aku's riddle. Looking from Valencia to Aku as he took another drink. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,201 | 1,278 | 30 | 164 | 343 | This time Valencia was the one to answer his riddle and with that he smiled.
“Very good, that is correct.” He admitted as he looked over the other students who seemed to be closed off. He let out a small sigh as he looked at them. They seemed uninterested in the conversation. Perhaps it was just because they were new and didn’t know how to act around him. Maybe they just didn’t like the fact he was a Vampire.
“The next riddle is… What tastes better than it smells?” He told them as he peered into his empty glass. He couldn’t help the fact he was drinking more and more blood lately. Probably due to the fact that they were around. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
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