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48,202 | 1,302 | 45 | 1,641 | 929 | Clover's been in the gym for about thirty five minutes before she realizes anything is a miss.
The ginger girl had tried her hardest to sleep in that morning and not work out, she was on vacation after all, but in the end she hadn't been successful in that endeavor. She just kept imaging applying for the police academy after graduation and failing the physical exam by one push up, all because she decided to slack off during her spring break. If she didn't become a conservation officer, than what the hell was she going to do with a degree in ecology and wildlife conservation?
'I'd starve, that's what I'd do,' she thinks to herself a little facetiously as she re-racks her weights and heads over to the treadmills. Clover hadn't really put a lot of work into her appearance before coming to the fitness center, she was just going to get all sweaty and gross anyways, what was the point? The lithe girl had just put her hair up in a ponytail, slapped on some deodorant, pulled on her sneakers, and headed out the door. Clover stuffs her earbuds in and by the time the freckled girl actually starts running, Nicki Minaj and Beyonce are well into singing about how they where feeling themselves.
Once she'd started to warm up, Clover let her mind drift, thinking about how unlucky Delilah and Addy were. Seriously, what were the odds of running into both of their exes on this ship? 'That would the worst,' she muses, her stomach twisting a little at the thought of seeing her old boyfriend here. She tries to stop that train of thought, but she's never been the best at that sort of that thing, so she decides to people watch instead and just pray that it runs it's course. Her blue eyes drift from passenger to passenger, until they finally land on a man that looks awfully familiar for some reason. Clover is panting at this point and she squints to try and get a better look at him.
'...Is that Jar?'
Was the universe really this cruel?
He was standing at the drink bar, looking as handsome as ever with his perfect hair and his stupidly adorable cheek bones and Clover was in the rattiest t-shirt she owned and she was going to set this whole ship on fire and then swim back to shore because she wasn't ready to face him and pretend like she wasn't devastated that one day he had just decided over a bowl of popcorn that they weren't going to work and she was going to have to move to Africa to get away from this man and--
Somewhere, in the midst of her panicked ramblings, Clover actually forgets to run. The convener belt keeps rolling and soon the redhead is falling backwards, her arms pin wheeling comically before she losses her footing completely and falls flat on her back. “Hgn,” she says pitifully, her chest heaving as she tries to get her wind back and hopes that by some miracle he didn't see her. | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
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"Well, if it makes you feel better. You're not the only one that has to deal with his ex on this damn ship. That said, mine ran away the moment she saw me." He sighed, he was feeling rather sorry for Hunter. What kind of crazy ex did he have? He made her sound like the daughter of some maffia boss, save for the legal part. Jules grinned when Hunter asked him how he would deal with this, Hunter knew that Jules had a thing for getting his way with people. "Well, first of all. It'd be one hell of a legal battle. My father has a pretty great legal team at his disposal and my sister's a pretty darn good lawyer as well." Jules actually didn't speak often of his family, not even to his friends. Even though he was rather well off, the familial situation was rather messy. "In your case, however, it sounds like you are dealing with someone far above you in status and resources. It's going to depend a lot on a person-by-person basis, but there are a few nice general life lessons."
Jules leaned back on the railing put his hand to his chin and closed his eyes, his standard thinking pose, for a few seconds. He then opened his eyes and spoke slowly "First of all, be proactive. Take action and get resolve it. If you wait to take action until something happens, that something will probably be bad for you. f she's the one that can destroy you, act to resolve before she can do so." Jules then rose two fingers "Second, think win-win. It's much easier to resolve something with someone if they get something out of it. Also, consider what your win is in this situation and work towards that." He then rose the third finger "Lastly, the most important one: Seek first to understand, then to be understood. Listen damn well to her and genuinely try to understand her. That makes a person more likely to listen to you and understand you and seek a positive solution." These were some pretty general lessons, but they weren't often utilized well or at all. They were actually three habits of seven used for attaining goals and character ethic. The other ones wouldn't really help this situation. Jules put the hand he was holding up on Hunter's shoulder "Keep those in mind and try to work something out. Can't really help more without actually knowing her, sorry for that." He smiled as got up from his leaning position "Alright then, I'm off to bed. Good night."
The next day
Somehow when he woke up, he had the short hope that yesterday had been a dream. A bad dream in which he goes on a cruise with his friends and meets his ex. Maybe today was truly the day that they would depart. But no, everything was real. He was stuck on this ship with Addy. Then again, were things truly that bad? She wanted to avoid him like the plague and he wanted nothing to do with her. He knew that wasn't really possible. His mood just darkened whenever he saw her. Whenever they'd run into eachother, they'd ruin eachother's day even without doing anything. Maybe he should take his own advice and work things out? Or maybe he should devise an alternative plan, one that involves his entertainment at the cost of hers? That would certainly keep his spirits up. If he couldn't remove her presence, he could at the very least use it to his advantage if he got the chance. He stopped the train of thought. These were actions to be decided at a later moment, or maybe not at all. Maybe it turned out he lived in the reality where the astronomically small chance of not encountering eachother at all for the rest of the vacation was the truth? He could only hope as much.
Jules slowly got out of bed and walked directly into the bathroom. He undid himself of his boxers and showered for at least a good fifteen minutes. He took the time to contemplate his next action. Ultimately he decided to give the library a try. There were few things as relaxing as a good book. Maybe there was something he could borrow for the trip to keep his mind from the things he didn't want to think about. He brushed his teeth and dressed himself in jeans and a white blouse. The library was about a ten minute walk from his room, and rather uneventful. He looked around as he walked, mentally noting interesting places to visit at least once during his stay. He walked accross this one restaurant that looked like it served some legit French cuisine. Maybe that would be where he'd get his dinner tonight.
When he finally arrived at the library, he was actually rather surprised by its size. He hadn't expected a library on a cruise to have a selection of books this large. He waded through the bookshelves, looking for anything of interest. Eventually he stumbled upon a section filled with tragedies. He went by the books one by one, looking for any writers he knew. Jules had a weird thing for tragedies. They were the kind of stories he enjoyed the most. Perhaps just the right book he needed was hidden somewhere in these shelves. | NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman
NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else.
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Adelisa Davis
FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular.
FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red
HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining
PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology
OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault. |
48,204 | 1,302 | 47 | 647 | 1,502 | Delilah, being the over-dramatic diva that she was, hadn't simply settled for getting a massage at the spa: she'd come to the conclusion that this crisis she had faced required a much deeper, intense therapy. And so, the sneaky girl had managed to charm the spa's personnel and got a chocolate facial and mani-pedi to further lift her spirits. By the time she was strutting out of the spa with no tension in her back, glowing skin and and freshly-painted pink glitter nails (call her childish, but there was nothing Lila loved more in her nails than pink glitter polishes even if they were a nightmare to remove later), the sun had set and stars shone like diamonds on a velvet, dark-blue sky. A chilly breeze lightly played with her chocolate locks of hair, and Delilah wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm. She rummaged through her bag in search of her phone and gasped when she read the time on the screen. There were also a few messages from Clover and Adelisa worriedly asking about her whereabouts, so she quickly responded to them before taking the elevator back to their suite.
The whole Hunter situation had dampened her excitement about the cruise for a while, but sometime during her massage she'd come to the conclusion that this was actually the perfect opportunity to show him just how irrelevant he was in her life. What had he offered her in the first place anyway, other than headaches and problems? Their short-lived relationship had actually been quite sweet at the beginning, but from the moment she'd discovered his alcoholism, tried unsuccessfully to get him to recover, grew resentful of this and realized had absolutely nothing on her, it was clear that things were set up for failure. The 'hitting her with his car' incident had just been the nail in the coffin. There was also the fact that they hadn't been intimate... But now, at least in Lila's eyes, that had probably been a blessing and destiny's way of telling her she was barking up the wrong tree.
In conclusion: Delilah Christine Duclerc deserved much better than Hunter Monroe. And she was damn sure she was going to get it.
Back in her usual confident, queen-of-the-world attitude, Lila took a quick shower, dolled herself up a little and enjoyed some dinner at the Italian place she'd seen earlier before having a few drinks at the Suite Lounge bar in the fourteenth floor. By the time she had made her grand exit calling it a night and heading back to her suite for her mandatory beauty rest, she'd managed to score three different phone numbers and hadn't had to pay for a single drink. All in all, it had been a productive day.
It was nearly eleven o'clock when Delilah's eyes slowly opened in welcome of a new day. As she rubbed her eyes and mustered up the strength to get out of bed, she thought about how it was actually quite a miracle that she was up this 'early', since her normal wake-up time during vacations and weekends was after twelve o'clock. When she finally stood up, Lila headed to the bathroom for a quick shower and got dressed for the day in a white crochet bikini, a spaghetti-strapped V-necked mint green cover-up dress, white flip-flops and a small white beach bag. She glammed up her lips with a magenta-pink lip gloss, let her brown hair loose and nearly bathed herself with her signature sweet-fruity body splash (as usual), because there was no way in hell she'd be walking around smelling like nothing. Lila sent a quick text to Clover and Adelisa explaining her plans in case they wanted to join her at any point before putting on her Oakley sunglasses, exiting their suite and heading down to the main dining room in the second floor.
Lucky for her, the cruise had a breakfast buffet that lasted until 12 PM, so she was able to stuff herself with scrambled eggs, pancakes, toast and sausages along with a tall glass of strawberry lemonade while examining her options of what to do next. Seeing as she didn't have the chance to visit the Solarium the past day because of stupid Hunter (it seemed he always found a way to ruin everything), Lila decided to head over there as soon as she finished her brunch. After all, how else was she supposed to meet potential babes and maintain that gorgeous natural tan of hers? Later, she planned to visit Johnny Rockets for a late lunch to enjoy one of those bacon, mushrooms and Swiss cheese burgers she enjoyed so much (with fries and a chocolate shake, of course!), take a nap at her room and maybe swing by the ice skating rink before it was time to head back to the suite to get ready for the night. According to the cruise schedule, there was a deck party happening tonight at the fourteenth floor, and that was something that Lila did not want to miss.
Once at the eleventh floor, Lila marveled at the gorgeous architecture and decoration of the paradise-like Solarium. It was set to resemble a beach-side hotel complete with palm trees and hammocks, but the definite highlight of the place were the hanging jacuzzis made completely out of glass panes to give off a floating illusion and at the same time have you experience the most stunning view of the open sea. This time, Lila brought only the essentials with her: her room key, phone, earphones, lip balm and tanning oil; so she was able to place them in a free locker for safekeeping before walking over to one of the hanging jacuzzis. She carefully stepped into one of them and let out a small gasp of delight at the comfortable temperature of the water: just cool enough to feel refreshed while the blazing sun warmed up her skin. Sitting with her back to the deck and facing the view of the deep blue ocean waters, Lila cracked a satisfied smile. This was the life. | NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc
NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her)
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
EX: Hunter
FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B
FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue
HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling
PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior
OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed. |
48,205 | 1,302 | 48 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Hunter
Hunter thanks Jules as he left for bed. But Hunter stayed on the upper deck, he wasn't ready to face the next day. So he just started walking. He walked for what seemed like hours, so many hours. My close to midnight he was on one of the lower decks viewing the ocean. Such a view, a view that makes him feel like nothing is going to be bad anymore, like nothing could go wrong. "If only things could be this nice... just this moment... forever." He walked to the edge of the deck looking into the ocean below. "If only..." By the time he snapped back to his senses he realized he was gripping the railing tight enough his hands had started to go cold from the cool air.
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Hunter woke up with a thud onto the floor. He doesn't remember making it back into bed, what he does remember is the side of the ship, and the ocean below. He stood up wearing only a shirt and his underpants. "Where the hell are my pants? And..." He looked at the shirt he was wearing. "Who's shirt is this?!" After shouting he held his head in pain, so much pain. Hangovers. He worked his way over to his bag where he kept his "Anti Hangover kit" ready. Which consisted of Tums, Excedrin, apple juice, and bail money.
It wasn't too bad this morning but it still hurt like hell. Hunter eventually decided to go out and get some food once he noticed everyone else was already gone. Where was somewhere good to get food at almost mid day? Then he remembered he was on a cruise ship! Anywhere was good to him! Eventually working his way out of the suite he found a place with some really awesome pancakes, some of which he decided to carry on him for the day for later. Though with out a box he just kinda awkwardly walked around with a plate in his hands. Soon he found himself sitting in one of the lounge chairs on the upper decks again. Something about this place relaxed him. Just the ability to be so high up, to feel so free, and yet, feel so safe. And with Pancakes at that! To him the pancakes made his day, as long as he didn't run into Delilah again the rest of his day should be fine. He wasn't made at her, just felt guilty. Seeing her made it worse.
Thinking back on that day started to make him feel like crap. He set down the plate as his hand started shaking. "Just... get it through your thick skull... nothing goes as planned. You should have known that... It happens every time. You make a stupid choice and then someone gets hurt. Way to go asshole." He spoke to himself as he fell back in his chair. He turned to grab his pancakes to find them gone. "Fuck..." He stood up frantically searching for them. It didn't take long to spot the little kid who had stolen his second breakfast. "Hey! Give that back you brat!" He soon gave chase, though not being athletic in anyway he wasn't really ready for a decent chase. But the kid was caught so off guard that he dropped the pancakes and ran. Hunter almost kept going, but two things stopped him. One, he was already tired trying to keep up. Two, most his pancakes were still salvageable. "Why does it every time something goes good, something comes along to screw it up." He picked up the pancakes as he heard the kid speaking in the distance. "That's the mean man their Daddy!" He looked up for a moment to see a guy that looked like he should be a linebacker for the NFL. Hunter got the message to get the hell out of there.
After losing many of his pancakes to a little kid and even more running for his life from the Terminator his day had now gone south. He soon just sat down to finish what pancakes he had left before he lost the rest. "Well... This could have gone so much better. At Delilah isn't around here now. I don't think I cou-" He looked over to his empty plate. He was talking to a plate. "It's official... I have lost my mind." | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,206 | 1,302 | 49 | 2,173 | 2,274 | Jar spent a few moments perusing the drink menu. There were so many options that made water seem pale in comparison, or perhaps transparent would be more fitting? Mangos, peaches, papaya, pineapple, so many flavors to choose from, so Jar simply choose them all, opting for the ‘tropical punch’. He paid for the drink and the barista shook it up in one of those metal shakers before pouring it over ice and topping it with one of those fun mini-umbrellas.
“Thanks, looks great.” Jareth said and flashed the blonde a charming smile. He turned and took his first sip of the beverage. It was sweet and fruity, and definitely quenched his post-workout thirst. There was a small commotion that drew his attention back the the fitness center. The treadmills seemed to have gotten the best of some girl and everyone was just standing around staring at her.
Jareth might look like the picture of trouble, but he could be a gentleman at times, it was a remnant of being raised in a children’s home where he was taught to be polite and helpful. Jar walked over to help the girl up. She was looking down, obviously avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment, so Jar didn’t see her face. Her ginger red hair was pulled back in a sweaty but adorable ponytail and Jar’s stomach somersaulted a little. Old habits die hard, I guess… He extending his hand to help her up.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he held his hand out for her. She very slowly turned up to look at him and the blue eyes that finally reached his gaze nearly made him drop his over-priced fruit punch. “Clo?” Now it was his turn to blush scarlet with embarrassment. “I - uh… how is this even possible?” he stammered and stepped backwards a pace. Of course, he didn’t know that Hunter and Jules had also ran into their exes yesterday, so this seemed completely out of the realm of possibility to him. Not to mention, this was like deja-vu of the day that they had met. Except there wasn’t any rain, and he didn’t have a leather jacket and umbrella to give her to make it all better… and they wouldn’t start talking, and they wouldn’t ever fall in love. He felt nauseous just looking at her, she was so goddamn pretty, and she didn’t even need to try. Maybe he was just dreaming, and this was just some awful nightmare, and he wasn't actually standing across from the only girl that had ever broken his heart. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,207 | 1,302 | 50 | 1,641 | 929 | Clover finally sits up and she hisses, her body protesting at the sudden movement. She rubs at the back of her head carefully and decides nothing's really hurt except for her pride. The ginger girl looks up and sees that she's gathered a fairly decent crowd of fellow gym goers, which is just perfect, because she clearly needed to make even more of a spectacle of herself.
"Are you okay?"
She'd know that voice anywhere. It was like an angel's. A really gravelly, sexy, rumbling, evil angel, anyways. Regardless, it was beautiful and horrible all at once, to have to hear it again.
"Clo? I - uh… how is this even possible?"
"Hello Jar," she says as cordially as possible, her soprano voice quiet as she finally begins to catch her breath. Clover starts to reach up to take his hand, but thinks better of it and pulls herself up on her own.
She always did have a hard time keeping her hands off of him, once she started. Best not make this any harder than it already was.
"I'm here with a couple of friends," the pale girl explains, shifting her eyes and raising an eyebrow at the other people that had gathered to check on her. They seem to get the picture and begin to disperse, but a few scragglers hang back, clearly too interested in their interaction.
"Well, this was lovely, Jar, but I have a couple chapters left on the roaming habits of the jaguarundi," Clover tells him, brushing her hands down the front of her shirt to knock free any remaining dust before glancing back toward Jareth.
"So, I guess I'll probably see you around?" she asks, shifting her weight anxiously and looking up at him from under her lashes. She wanted to make a break for it and run to the nearest railing so she could vault herself into the ocean, because surely that would be better than this. But there were still people watching her and Clover was never one for making scenes, so she just stands there awkwardly, waiting to be dismissed. | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,208 | 1,302 | 51 | 2,090 | 2,173 | Adelisa yawned softly as her eyes fluttered open. She looked around and, noticing she was in the right room and on the right couch, she grinned proudly. Atleast nothing stupid happened last night. She remembered bits and pieces, but the last thing she really remembered was a man with dreadlocks handing her shot after shot.
She wasn't one to drink too often, but this was her spring break and her ex happened to crash in on it. In her opinion, she had every reason to drink. Every time she thought of that man, she either wanted to tear him a new one or kiss him.
Either way, he was a nuisance and one that she was determined not to let get to her. Addy got up and cleaned her self up before grabbing her bag and changing into a pair of short shorts and a white tank top over her all black bikini. She threw on her sneakers and decided today was just a good day to get some stuff done. Maybe get a bit of studying in for her test or something.
She walked out of the room and toward the library for a good place to be alone. It was quite the selection there and her surprise did not go unnoticed by the librarian. She smiled sheepishly and walked quickly to a seat. Addy took her text book out and her highlighter, preparing herself for torture. She also took out her notes, which were mostly doodles and song lyrics, and laid them all out in front of her. She put her glasses on and started working. | Adelisa Davis
{Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman}
Information
Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc.
Colors~ black, red, purple, blue
Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair
Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips.
Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license
Personality
Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone.
Other
Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses. |
48,209 | 1,302 | 52 | 1,534 | 466 | Julius walked towards the exit of library with one book in hand. He honestly doubted he’d read more than that throughout the entire cruise. It was just something to spend the downtime: a short rest in his room or just before he went to sleep. The library had rather lavish reading chairs. He wondered who would actually use those. Why waste all your limited time reading in the library when there was so much more to see? He thought he didn’t know anybody like that, but one quick glance at one specific table had proven him wrong. Of course, of all people who could’ve been in the library, it had to be her. Why was she here? She didn’t even like reading. Or did she? Honestly, Jules wasn’t even sure at this point. Sometimes he felt he didn’t know her at all. They had only been together for two months, so it was logical that he didn’t know every tiny detail about her. But the more he thought back, the more he felt he actually just knew so little. Did he really pay so little attention to her during the time they were together? Sometimes he just didn’t know. He had thought to himself many times that it may have been indeed him that was the problem. But that only made him feel worse. And that feeling intensified whenever he saw her. The feeling that he might’ve possibly failed, it brought a huge pain in his gut of disgust.
Part of him didn’t want to approach her. It was only nine o’ clock. He did not feel like dealing with his annoying ex before breakfast. Not to mention, she’d probably run away again. However, there was a different part that thought differently. Maybe something could be gained by trying to approach her. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? If she’d run away, nothing was gained. If she didn’t, maybe he could make it so he could get the enjoyment out of this vacation that he had hoped for. And really, Julius wasn’t the type to back away from something like this. He was better than her. He would not run away like a coward. And that was something little Addy would have to learn. She would have to learn to live with the fact that Julius was here and that he did not want his vacation ruined.
With that attitude he approached, chin up and chest forward. Like always, he tried to show confidence and power. Those were the elements that made Jules himself. He tried to look as if he never hesitated a moment in the decision to approach her. Such lies had always been his strongest shield, giving the others the mindset that he was indomitable, undefeatable. Luckily for him, she chose to sit at an empty table. The last thing he wanted was for other people to overhear their little issues. Even if he didn’t know them, it was none of their business. He claimed the seat next to her and put his book down on the table, closed. He had decided on Shakespeare’s Othello. Now that he sat next to her, he could see her study books. He took a deep breath “You shouldn’t let studying ruin your vacation. Neither should running from your ex, for that matter.” he said in a hushed voice, this was a library after all. He waited for her to turn towards her, expecting some sort of shock or surprise. He would stare her in the eyes, he was serious. “How about we talk this out?” | NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman
NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else.
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Adelisa Davis
FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular.
FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red
HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining
PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology
OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault. |
48,210 | 1,302 | 53 | 2,090 | 2,173 | Adelisa heard the voice and almost, almost, cringed. She put her highlighter down and looked up at him with a curious look. "You, Julius Vaughn Bergman, want to actually talk to me? Well, isn't this new!" she said in a soft hush. Addy looked into his eyes and noticed his serious expression. That just made this a bit more unnerving. She bit her bottom lip nervously and hesitantly stood up from her seat. She pushed up her glasses a bit, her bottom lip still in her mouth as anxiety took its course.
Why was she so nervous? Because confrontation was just not something she could deal without such. Her eyes stayed on Julius' as she stood from her seat and said "fine, let's talk outside." Addy walked toward the door, hoping he would follow, and stepped out of the library. She was pretty sure no one was going to take her business textbook as it was worth nothing. She waited for him to come out before moving out of the way of the door and leaning against the wall. She wasn't sure how this conversation would play out, but she was pretty determined for it to be a good one.
In their relationship, they didn't really talk. There was fault on both sides, but talking should have been the basis of their relationship right? Well, a healthy relationship starts out wit conversation. Addy looked up at Julius expectantly, not wanting to start it off. Maybe he'll actually want to listen what she has to say for once instead of just assuming he's right all the time? Well, that would be a stretch. That would be something Jules probably wouldn't be comfortable with. She erased the thoughts, knowing it would upset her and right now she did not need to be upset. | Adelisa Davis
{Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman}
Information
Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc.
Colors~ black, red, purple, blue
Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair
Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips.
Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license
Personality
Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone.
Other
Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses. |
48,211 | 1,302 | 54 | 1,534 | 466 | Addy’s response was about as positive as he had expected, but that didn’t make it irk him any less. The only other person that ever spoke his full name was his father, and only when he was very displeased. It wasn’t something that had happened too often, especially not after he left home, but he just couldn’t stand it whenever someone did it. He had the urge to respond to her in the same fashion ‘And you, Adelisa Davis, are not running away?’ But he held his tongue this once. Her lips betrayed that she was actually very nervous despite her witty comment. That tendency of hers was one of the few things he did remember very well. She was willing to talk, and this might be the only chance he’d get.
He nodded as he stood up, following her outside. Just like Addy, he left the book on the table. It wasn’t his book anyway. If someone would take it, he’d just take another copy. The library had a few of them. It wasn’t a big deal. What was a big deal, however, was making sure that his vacation wasn’t going sour over his issues with his ex-girlfriend.
Their relationship had been one with many faults. He could never really pinpoint what exactly had been the reason everything went to badly. Sure, he was incredibly busy those two months: His start-up company had reeled in a huge job, college was busier than ever and he was moving to a new apartment. Julius had pulled several all-nighters. Even so, the time they actually were able to spend together just didn’t go smoothly. Julius wasn’t a good listener, and Addy wasn’t the type that liked to confront him whenever he said something disagreeable. It felt as if they just didn’t work well together. It was weird, he remembered that before things got serious they were actually hitting it off quite well.
Julius took a few seconds to get his act together, thinking out exactly what his preferred outcome of this conversation was and how he wanted to get there. He had told Hunter to seek to understand before being understood, but that wasn’t something he was actually good at himself. Nevertheless, he was the one that had to start this conversation, he was the one who started this after all. His eyes were still trained on hers. He kept his earlier posture. He tried to show that he was confident and strong, despite actually being rather unsure. “Look… I know you hate me, and I didn’t want to see you here either.” he said, then sighed “However, I don’t want my vacation ruined by this, and I’m sure neither do you. I’d like for us to be able to see eye-to-eye again.“ He fell silent for a few seconds, allowing Addy to take in the information “How about you?” | NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman
NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else.
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Adelisa Davis
FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular.
FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red
HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining
PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology
OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault. |
48,212 | 1,302 | 55 | 2,173 | 2,274 | “Hello Jar,” Clover spoke in her soft soprano tone, an obvious attempt at being cordial. Her voice used to be a soothing balm on his soul, and in that moment, it felt like salt in his wounds…. three-month-old wounds that he had thought he’d long since treated with the help of his therapist. 'Relationships turn sour sometimes, that is a part of the dating culture. It is not always one person’s fault, or the other’s, often times it’s nobody’s fault. Some things aren’t meant to be, and we can’t internalize it when they aren’t, it isn’t good for us.' Wendy was always so careful with her words, and sometimes her shrink-talk actually helped. In the first few weeks after the breakup Jar was a mess, but now that 3 months had passed, he thought he had started to move on.
“I’m here with a couple of friends,” she broke the awkward silence since Jareth was still stunned speechless. Meanwhile, Jar fought the urge to move that adorable lock of hair behind her ear like he used to, and let his thumb linger on the freckled skin of her cheek. He remembered how soft her skin had felt, and his fingers thirsted to drink in every curve of her once again.
“Well, this was lovely, Jar, but I have a couple of chapters left on the roaming habits of the jaguarundi,” Clo said as she ran her hands down her shirt, obviously trying to brush him away just as much as the non-existent dust. “So, I guess I’ll see you around?”
Jareth looked down, his eyelashes brushing the crests of his cheekbones as he did his best not to look to hurt. Did she have to go there, really? “You always were more interested in your books than me anyway.” his tone held an icy edge when he looked back up to make eye contact with her. He wasn’t intentionally being a dick, but hurting people hurt people. Translating pain into bad behavior was a defensive mechanism Jar picked up at a very young age, and his mouth had often landed him into trouble. “Let’s try not to see each other around, yeah? I’d like to try to enjoy the rest of my break.” And that was all he said before brushing past her. No ‘you try to enjoy it too’, nope, nothing even close to cordial. Jar put his earbuds back in and took a sip from his umbrella drink. His mood made the tropical punch taste sour in his mouth, so he chucked it in the nearest trash can before stalking off to the guys' suite.
After taking a shower that was so hot that it threatened to melt off some of his tattoos, Jar felt mildly better. Julius and Hunter had both woken up and left since his early departure, so he unabashedly walked around the suite in nothing but the plush white towel wrapped around his waist. In his room, he stared at his luggage, grappling with the idea of getting high. But what would that solve?
"And then I found out how hard it is to really change.
Even hell can get comfy once you've settled in.
I just wanted the lonely inside me to leave.
No matter how fucked you get, there's always hell when you come back down.
The funny thing is, all I ever wanted, I already had.
There's glimpses of heaven in every day.
In the friends I have, the music I make, the love that I feel.
I just had to start again."
No, he was trying to get better. Getting high wouldn’t erase his feelings, and it wouldn’t erase her. Clover was his past, not his future. What he needed to do was start again. With that in mind, he lit up a cigarette and poured himself a glass of dutch courage back in the kitchen. What? He settled to not get high right now, not that he was joining the priesthood, he had to keep some vices.
Jar scanned the events pamphlet housekeeping had left on the counter sometime this morning and found the perfect opportunity for a fresh start. There was a deck party tonight with drink specials AND karaoke. Jar never could resist the call of the stage, or a good party. He looked at the clock - only six hours until the party started. His stomach grumbled and he realized that the only thing in their right now was whiskey and whatever was left of last night’s dinner. At that, Jar headed to get dressed so he could head out. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,213 | 1,302 | 56 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Hunter
After talking to his plate for a while Hunter eventually decided to part ways with the closest he has had to true love. Too many complications to try to handle well on break. Though when Hunter started walking he started thinking, when he started thinking.... he really started thinking. Things like, why did he decide to start drinking when he knew that he was supposed to be quitting? He was doing so good too! What had throw him off Last night? What was so different that made it so he decided to drink, so he ended up fucking things up with Delilah so much more? Then he stopped. "Jareth..." Hunter turned himself around back to his suite, chances were Jareth wasn't back yet but he still had some things he could use to help prove how pissed off he was.
To Hunter's surprise Jareth was already back, not only that had opened the door before Hunter had even gotten the chance to. Before he had a chance to speak Hunter put forth his mind. "You asshole! You fucking asshole!" He wasn't drunk, though Hunter is pretty sure if he wasn't he wouldn't feel so much like passing out. "You knew I had a problem! And what's the first thing you do once we get on this god dammed ship?! YOU FUCKING SERVED FUCKING DRINKS!?" Hunter wasn't... The only time he would ever get loud was when he was drunk, also the only time he even considered fighting was when he was drunk. "I was sober for three fucking weeks! Then you come along and fuck it all up! And now I fucked things up with Delilah who is gonna now tell her father about all this fucking shit! And on top of that! He's likely gonna kill me! OR WORSE!" Hunter was about to speak more before he started getting dizzy, he soon straitened himself out but he was still pushing his own stress limits. "How the hell am I supposed to live a decent life when I am fucking recovering from my own problems all the time!" He stood still dizzy again... the blood rushing to his face. | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,214 | 1,302 | 57 | 1,641 | 929 | always were more interested in your books than me anyway.”
Clover’s hands twitch when their eyes meet and she sees that his brown ones have more venom in them than during their actual breakup. ’That’s not how I meant it,’ she wants to tell him, she really did have those chapters due, but what good would it have done? He wanted to be mad at her, she could see it in the way he held himself, all rigid and stiff, and nothing she said would change that.
“Let’s try not to see each other around, yeah? I’d like to try to enjoy the rest of my break.” Jar murmurs indifferently, pushing past her and brushing their shoulders together in the process. Clover’s eyes flit closed and she lets herself enjoy the touch for just a moment.
“Alright,” she answers softly, but he’s already gone. Her eyes are hot and there is a lump in her throat, but she just swallows it down.
Then she gets back on the treadmill and keeps running.
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Clover has reread the same page at least four times now, but nothing is sinking in. By all accounts the Jaguarundi seems to be a central/south american cat, so the ginger girl can not understand for the life of her why she’s even having to learn about it.
”You always were more interested in your books than me anyway.”
“I wonder…,” she starts, letting her fingers trail over the glossy pages. “...if it would be alright to put it off, just this once.” She lets the book fall closed and lays it down on the bed next to her. The world doesn’t end, so the lithe girl decides that it might be okay to take a shower. Then she would come back and check on things.
Once she is clean and she’s done blow drying her hair, Clover comes back to see the book is exactly where she left it and the universe seems to be in order. Her phone is flashing on the nightstand so the redhead leans over and unlocks the home screen, seeing a new message from Delilah telling her and Addy that she had gone to the Solarium. “That could be fun,” she decides, shooting her textbook a quick glance.
It keeps mum. Clover decides to take its silence for acceptance.
She goes over to her bags and sorts through them until she finds all the different bikinis she had packed. The blue eyed girl had bought them during winter, when they were on sale and back when Jareth and her had still been together. Clover had never owned a two piece swimsuit before (her father had always told her they weren’t decent) but she had purchased these ones specifically to turn the musician’s head and make him proud to have her on his arm. She feels a bit of apprehension well up inside her but stomps it down quickly, selecting one of the more modest ones and dropping her towel to pull it on. Clover checks herself out in the mirror and lets out a nervous chuckle, because it’s a lot more skin than she’s used to showing, but maybe that’s just what she needs right now. ’Best not to overthink it,’ she tells herself, grabbing the essentials and heading out to find Delilah.
She finds her friend in the Solarium, exactly where she said she would be. “Hey,” Clover greets as she slips into the jacuzzi as quickly as possible, seeking refuge from prying eyes. She had gotten a lot more attention than normal in this getup. “Jesus, you always smell so good,” She comments, flashing the younger girl a grin as she bumps their feet together playfully under the water. “I’m astonished that you don’t have at least three guys fawning over you right now. Are you losing your touch, Delilah?” she teases, but her eyes are full of nothing but affection for the gorgeous brunette. | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,215 | 1,302 | 58 | 2,173 | 2,274 | Just as Jar was crossing the hall to his room to get dressed, Hunter came through the door. Thankfully he wasn’t the bashful type, so Jar didn’t blush at his state of undress, not that there was much time to be embarrassed because Hunter began hurling venom at him after slamming the door closed. “You asshole! You fucking asshole!” he bellowed and stormed towards him.
“Jesus!” Jar swore to a god he had never believed in as he stepped back and clutched a hand around the towel to keep it up. Was Hunter going to hit him? Sure, Jareth and Hunter had gotten into their fair share of fist fights through the years, but never with each other. Honestly, Jareth didn’t even know what he had done, so he just kept backing away from Hunter’s advance with a dumbfounded expression.
“You knew I had a problem! And what’s the first thing you do once we get on this god dammed ship?! YOU FUCKING SERVED FUCKING DRINKS!?” Hunter did all the explaining that Jareth needed. Shit… He thought guiltily. It was true, he did do that. But it’s not like he was being malicious, hell, it was fucking vacation for crying out loud. And not for nothing, but it was only a few shots, because he had convinced the waiter to give him virgin drinks without Hunter noticing last night.
“I-I’m sorry.” Jar stammered out a quick apology. “You’re right, that was an asshole thing to do. I wasn’t thinking about that, you know how I am.” And how was he, exactly... inconsiderate? Selfish? An asshole? He could be all three, sometimes. Hunter continued angrily venting his frustrations. Jareth’s cheeks flushed, not a blush, but a response to getting upset. He was about to apologize again when he got really fed up. No, he wasn’t supposed to internalize things… it wasn’t healthy, that’s what Wendy had said. “You know what? Whatever, man. It was just a few shots before dinner. Those drinks you think you had at dinner were alcohol-free. No need to thank me for that, though, asshole! Because you’re right, I’m the best scapegoat for your fucking problems, right? No, no, no, I don’t think so! Yeah, I gave you a drink, but I was also looking out for you. Whatever you did to fuck up after that is on you, don’t put that shit on me.” Jareth broke his rant to refill his lungs with air.
“Waitwaitwait… hold up.” Something that Hunter said was finally just registering in his frazzled mind. “Did you just say Delilah? As in your ex, Delilah? ‘So-super-hot-you’ll-never-believe-it-Jar-but-no-I-don’t-have-any-pictures-to-prove-it’, Delilah?” Still pissed, Hunter managed to nod his head in acknowledgement. Actually, he looked less pissed and more sick now.
“That’s fucking crazy!” Jar mused, “I just ran into Clo too.” Saying his pet name for her out loud stung a bit more than it should have. He could hardly remember why he was arguing anymore. “Man… why are we fighting? This is supposed to be the vacation of our lives. I’m sorry things went downhill for you last night. Look, no more alcohol.” Jar said before picking up his glass of whiskey and dumping it down the sink. No more alcohol for Hunter, that is. “See? Let’s just go get some pizza and waste some time in the arcade or something. Just us, and forget all about exes and drama. Okay?” He flashed a smile, the stupidly perfect white grin serving as a flag of surrender... and an apology. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,216 | 1,302 | 59 | 647 | 1,502 | Delilah was peacefully contemplating the open sea when a woman's voice called out “hey” to her, shifting Lila's thoughts back to the present. She turned in the direction of the woman and smiled as her her best friend Clover slipped into the jacuzzi beside her. “Jesus, you always smell so good,” Clover commented, flashing Lila a grin as she bumped their feet together playfully under the water.
"Hello yourself! Thank you so much! You know I practically drench myself in perfume before going anywhere." Lila greeted and thanked enthusiastically, taking note of how amazing Clo looked in her bathing suit. It was a very pleasant surprise for Lila to see her friend venturing from her usual conservative items and trying out new things, as she knew how hesitant Clo could be about taking risks. Lila was usually very open, honest and vocal about her opinions whenever good or bad, so she quickly went on to compliment Clover's looks. "And, babe, let me tell you that you are slaying with that bathing suit!" Lila could be a bitch, but she always gave praise and credit when it was well-deserved.
“I’m astonished that you don’t have at least three guys fawning over you right now. Are you losing your touch, Delilah?” Clover teased affectionately.
Lila raised her sunglasses to give a mocking scowl towards Clover. "Me? Losing my touch? Oh, please! Do you know who you're talking to?" she replied, playfully splashing water in Clover's direction and sliding her sunglasses back in place with a laugh. "So, what were you up to this morning?" she asked, genuinely curious about what she'd been up to because by the time Lila had woken up, none of the other girls had been at the suite. But before Clover could even begin to formulate an answer to Lila's question, the latter's eyes fell on her best friend's smooth, sleek red hair and she was unable to hold back the giggles. "Oh my God. Tell me you did not actually blow-dry your hair to come hang out at a jacuzzi?!" Lila exclaimed, clearly amused at the sight. She had always been jealous of Clover's hair and skin color (in a good way, of course). It was a dream of hers to be a redhead, but she knew it would clash horribly with her skin tone. And as for Clo's skin tone, Lila thought of it as perfect because pretty much all hair colors would suit her. Lila wasn't making the comment to humiliate or make fun of her in any way, but was instead trying to understand the strange logic that drove Clover to take the time to blow-dry her hair when their trip would mostly be spent on hot and humid places where it would get wet. | NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc
NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her)
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
EX: Hunter
FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B
FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue
HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling
PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior
OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed. |
48,217 | 1,302 | 60 | 1,641 | 929 | flushes a little under the other girl’s praise, scratching at her nose and giving a soft cough. “Aw, you flatterer. Stop it, I'll turn all one color,” the pale girl quips, flicking a little bit of water at Lila.
"So, what were you up to this morning?" The brunette asks as she slips her sunglasses back down. Lila’s skin almost looks golden in the early afternoon sun and one of the pool boys is openly gawking at her from across the Solarium. ’That’s more like it,’ the ginger thought. Delilah Duclerc was the kind of girl that lit up any room she entered and she always garnered a lot of attention from men and women alike.
“I went to the gym. I’m down to a six minute mile,” Clover explains, letting herself relax back into the water. The temperature was perfect and felt splendid against her sore muscles.
"Oh my God. Tell me you did not actually blow-dry your hair to come hang out at a jacuzzi?!"
“Mmhmm,” Clover hums, cracking an eye open and peeking at Lila. “I sure did. And once you hear about my morning, I think you’ll agree that it was the right decision.” The pale girl straightens back up and turns so that she’s facing the younger girl completely.
“So I ran into…,” she pauses here and glances around quickly, almost like she was checking to make sure no one else was around. Her former boyfriend was a lot like Voldemort, she tried not to speak his name unless she had to. “...Jareth. And he looked perfect, like he was getting ready for a fashion show or something. And I looked like a wet dog. Seriously, I was in my ancient, ‘Save the Dolphins!’ t-shirt and covered in sweat. My hair wasn’t even brushed, I just had it up in a ponytail.” Clover makes a mortified groan and she buries her face in her hands, feeling her ears burn at the remembered humiliation from that encounter.
She really was all one color now.
“So I’m not leaving the suite anymore unless I look my best. I can’t face him again unless we’re on equal footing,” she finishes, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear before letting her hands fall back into the water. “What kind of fresh hell is this, that all of our exes are here? We must have been wretched people in past lives, like the kind that kicked puppies or tripped little old ladies or something.” | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,218 | 1,302 | 61 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Hunter
Hunter was on the verge of breaking down. Jareth was right, Hunter was looking for a scapegoat for his problems. He always was looking for one no matter how bad things seemed to get. He was also right on the fact that this was supposed to be the vacation of their lives! And so far things just seemed to be getting worse by the minute. Even though he hated the idea of Jareth restricting the idea of his friend restricting himself due to Hunter's problems he felt a sense of relief when Jareth poured the drink down the sink. "Pizza sounds nice man... it sounds really nice." Hunter was barely able to speak. "Uh... Jareth? Look man... sorry for freaking out on you like that... I'm just... just stressed as hell." Hunter want tot eh living area to find his wallet from his pants from the day before. He found it with his shirt that he was wearing the other day as well. Now he was still wondering how he woke up in a shirt that wasn't his, and who's shirt it was. And why was his shirt still here if he changed into a new one? 'Dammit' He thought as he tried to remember. "Reason one hundred and fifty two to stop drinking." He brushed it off and met Jar at the door again.
Hunter put a smile on his face. It was forced but he was looking forward to things getting better. "Alright then, let's go have some fun." Hunter started to leave when he remembered something. "Also, I found a picture of Delilah if you're interested? It's somewhere in my wallet full of coupons, receipts, matches, and gift cards with about 30 cents on them. Maybe even a couple dollars." He started to dig through all the random crap in his wallet when he pulled out a cheaply printed picture of his ex studding in the campus library, she was unaware of the picture when it was taken. "Proof! Told you I have the ability to have hot girlfriends." He was still struggling to hold a smile but it wasn't as forced now. | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,219 | 1,302 | 62 | 2,173 | 2,274 | ”Pizza sounds nice man… it sounds really nice.” Hunter admitted after a few moments of silence. Jareth released a breath he was holding in… good, at least he didn’t go for the face punching route. Sure, Jar deserved a good punch for a hell of a lot of reasons, but he wasn’t one to just take that kind of thing sitting down. Jareth nodded with a smile “Cool… I, uh--” he looked down at towel that was the only thing between Hunter and all of Jar’s nekkid glory. ”Just let me get dressed real quick.” Jar offered a crooked grin before turning to head to his room to change.
”Uh… Jareth? Look man… sorry for freaking out on you like that… I’m just… just stressed as hell.” Hunter called out an apology from behind him. Jar paused and looked over his right shoulder, which sported a female sugar skull tattoo design. ”Don’t worry about it, man. It’s bad to keep shit like that bottled in.” At least that’s what Wendy says… he thinks the last part as closes the distance to his room.
After closing the door, Jar retrieves his cell phone and shoots a text to Julius reading: “Hunts and I are heading out to grab some pizza and hit up that Challengers Arcade. You and I got a date with the DDR machine.” He finished off the text with a saucy kissing-face emoji and chuckled at his own stupid humor.
Jar decided on a black and white tank and skinny jeans before checking himself out in the mirror. His air-drying hair was starting to get a little too fluffy, so he smoothed down the flyaway curls with some water before shrugging. Good enough…
Hunter met up with Jar at the doorway. He started rifling for his wallet, and Jar assumed he was just making sure he had cash on him when he mentioned having a picture of Delilah. ”Proof! Told you I have the ability to have hot girlfriends.” He boasted as he displayed the picture for Jar’s viewing pleasure. ”Hey now, I never said that you couldn’t!” Jar said defensively as he briefly glanced at the picture. She was a bombshell, all right, but Jar thought it would be in poor taste to say such a thing. Plus, he wasn’t looking to provoke Hunter much more tonight. Instead, Jar had another idea. He reached into his own back pocket and produced a zippo lighter, because any self-respecting rockstar always carried a lighter on them. And zippos were the classiest of lighters. Jar flicked it open, igniting a small flame. “Here’s to new beginnings.” he said, gesturing for Hunter to burn the picture. “To forgetting past heartbreak, and attempting to make the most of this overpriced boat ride!” He would say once Hunter decided to go through with burning Delilah’s photo.
After that, the boys would leave and meet up with Julius at the arcade with a pizzas in hand. Something atrociously meat-packed for the boys, and a smaller veggie delight for Jar. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,220 | 1,302 | 63 | 647 | 1,502 | “Mmhmm,” Clover hummed in answer to Lila's question of blow-drying her hair, cracking an eye open and peeking at her “I sure did. And once you hear about my morning, I think you’ll agree that it was the right decision.” she told Lila before straightening back up and turning so that she was facing Delilah completely.
Lila slid her sunglasses to the top of her head, gave Clover a questioning look and shifted her position so she was also facing her best friend completely. "If you wanted to get my attention, you did an excellent job. Lay it on me, babe. What the hell caused you to think that blow-drying your hair during a cruise in humid weather was something you had to do?"
“So I ran into…,” she pauses here and glances around quickly, almost like she was checking to make sure no one else was around.
Lila raised her eyebrows again, this time in an exasperated gesture. "You ran into... Who?!"
“...Jareth.”
Lila let out a loud gasp and covered her mouth with her hands, making the glitter on her pink nails sparkle with the sun. "Noooooooo?! That Jareth?! Are you fucking serious?! Shit!" She was destroyed that Clover had also been cursed with running into her own ex at the cruise. Lila still remembered how happy Clo was during her relationship with Jar, the length and consideration she'd taken when deciding what was best for her, and how heartbroken she'd been after taking the decision to break things off with him. And judging from the pain in her voice, Clover was still not over him.
"And he looked perfect, like he was getting ready for a fashion show or something. And I looked like a wet dog. Seriously, I was in my ancient, ‘Save the Dolphins!’ t-shirt and covered in sweat. My hair wasn’t even brushed, I just had it up in a ponytail.” Clover said, making a mortified groan as she buried her burning face in her hands
"Oh, good God, no." Lila groaned, wincing at the thought of her friend's cringe-worthy scene. If she'd thought her encounter with Hunter had been bad, it had nothing on Clover's.
“So I’m not leaving the suite anymore unless I look my best. I can’t face him again unless we’re on equal footing,” Clo finished, tucking a lock of that gorgeous red hair behind her ear before letting her hands fall back into the water.
"And I agree 100%! It's pretty damn horrible to run into an ex, but getting that sweet satisfaction of watching the expression on their face as they realize what they lost is one of the most rewarding things on this planet. So, if you need any advice on how to look like a drop-dead diva -which you are, but could probably use a little help in the sexy department- feel free to ask or come to my room and borrow anything that fits.
“What kind of fresh hell is this, that all of our exes are here? We must have been wretched people in past lives, like the kind that kicked puppies or tripped little old ladies or something.”
Lila let out one of her loud cackles of laughter, sliding her sunglasses back on. "Oh, honey, I'm pretty wretched in this life! In my case, it's probably karma for being such a spoiled bitch, but in your case my only guess is that life's playing you a pretty sick prank. But, seriously, though. Clo: you're a smart, beautiful, independent young woman with your whole life ahead of you. I know how much Jar meant to you, but maybe it just wasn't meant to be right now. If it's destined to happen, it'll happen. If not, then cherish the memories and move forward. That's about the best advice I can give ya. | NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc
NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her)
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
EX: Hunter
FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B
FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue
HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling
PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior
OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed. |
48,221 | 1,302 | 64 | 2,090 | 2,173 | Adelisa looked up at the man with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. "Now, who said anything about hate? I don't hate you! I just don't want to be near you. Big difference. As for settling things, I won't settle anything until I get off everything from my chest that I need too." She cleared her throat and crossed her arms, ready for what she had been dying to say since their inevitable split.
She started with "if you don't listen to what I have to say or you try to manipulate your way out of it, I will make this vacation a living hell for you and you don't want that do you? Now, let's begin!" She moved to stand directly in front of him, looking up at him as he was quite taller than she. She said "you were so distant with me, I felt like we were strangers. When you were able to hang out it felt like you were more interested in anything other than me and I know for a fact that I am not boring. You talked about yourself all the time, barely letting me tell you what I was doing or who I was. Your kisses felt forced, like you had absolutely no attraction to me. You manipulate, you lie, and you close off. I know you weren't the only one at fault, but damn! I never knew whether to punch you or kiss you to make you shut up!"
She took in a breath, realizing she hadn't breathed for that entire rant, before continuing "you jump to conclusions before asking, if you don't remember you accusing me of cheating on you with one of my bandmates... WHO WAS MARRIED. You victimized yourself whenever we got into fights. You always made stupid comments about how I 'was lucky' because I 'wasn't your type' but I 'had a great advantage with my voice'. What the hell is that about?! You aren't my type either but I never said crap like that! Sometimes, you were so oblivious about how I was feeling or why I was doing something that I almost slapped you! You drive me insane!"
She inhaled, almost panted, for breath. It was a lot of weight on her shoulders that she wanted off. The shock of what she said hit her like a cold wave and she knew she had it coming. She knew she would be yelled at. Her anxiety kicked in and she was biting her bottom lip once again. Her face with flushed from the rant, but she also noticed the lack of distance she put in between them and she took a step back while her cheeks reddened even more. | Adelisa Davis
{Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman}
Information
Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc.
Colors~ black, red, purple, blue
Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair
Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips.
Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license
Personality
Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone.
Other
Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses. |
48,222 | 1,302 | 65 | 1,534 | 466 | Julius rose his brow in the same manner at her response. Wasn't that really just the same thing in the end? Not that he felt the need to argue the point. It was fairly futile. He allowed her to believe what she wanted in that regard. He stared straight at her as he heard her rant. He wasn't about to let her intimidate him and she'd know it. He knew Addy, and she knew him. She should know that threat wouldn't get her anywhere. If anything, it just got Julius annoyed at her. Was the way he had approached her so awful that it was worthy of that demeanor? Or had he really been so bad to her that he deserved that? Well he found that out rather quickly.
He kept silent through her rant, letting her finish all the way through. During the rant his expression went unchanged, keeping his ice cold stare trained on her. Her face had gotten red that it rather amused him. He hadn't moved his head at all during her rant, allowing her to draw closer. Her reaction afterward made things even more amusing. It caused a bit of a smirk. She backed off, but he wasn't going to allow her that much breathing space. He moved his right hand to his chin and bowed forward, moving his face back right in front of hers, about the same distance it had been before. "Feeling better? But I wonder what would've happened if you would've actually said these things during our relationship instead of afterward. It's all true, sure. However, you tend to bottle things up, and then explode without really explaining anything. I'm pretty sure I would've heard a rant like that."
His smirk dissapeared "I'll tell you what would've happened. I would've apologized and told you that it must've been because I was tired. The reason we could spend to little time together was because I was working my ass off besides school and moving to a new apartment. I was happy if I could get four hours of sleep, goddamnit! I tried to give you whatever time I had. Maybe that was why it felt forced? I was forcing myself to stay awake every moment I was with you. Maybe that was also why some of my comments were off? Heck I don't even remember myself saying that. Oh, and you should see how that guy was looking at you when you. He might be married, but he definitely was not thinking of staying faithful." Oh, Julius could tell her stories about married men being unfaithful, but he wouldn't. His father's past was none of her business. He raised his voice as he continued. He wasn't yelling, not yet, but the anger was very audible. "At the very least I tried. I might've talked alot, but at least I was talking. Maybe you should've kissed me to shut me up and talked yourself. But no, you took no initiative of any kind. At least I complimented your voice, you never showed me any real affection. Whenever I thought about you, I wondered if you actually cared about me even a little bit. And honestly I am still doubting if you did. Instead of putting any effort in talking about what was troubling you, you just cut things off completely. How the hell do you think I felt back then?"
Slowly he backed off. He studied her reaction for a second, then sighed. "Whatever. I'll do whatever the heck I want. You do whatever the heck you want. If we see eachother, lets just say hi or something. Or ignore my existance, I don't care. I just can't be bothered with the same kind of silly drama like yesterday, it's so damn childish. I'm just done." He had hoped so badly to resolve this nicely, but just felt disgusted right now. He wasn't at disgusted at Addy, not at himself. He just despised this entire situation in its entirety. He waited for a reaction, just a simple nod; a confirmation that he could just have his nice and quiet for the coming days. Hopefully it was so and they could both be on their merry way for the rest of this ruined day. | NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman
NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else.
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Adelisa Davis
FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular.
FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red
HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining
PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology
OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault. |
48,223 | 1,302 | 66 | 1,641 | 929 | always make me feel so good about myself. One day, when I win the lottery or something, I’m going to hire you to be my life coach,” Clover pauses, tapping her index finger against her chin, before adding, “...and I’ll probably get you to write out all my comebacks too. You’re the best at those.”
“Hey, have you seen Addy around today?” The redhead asks, changing the subject and scanning the room to make sure the other blue eyed girl wasn’t looking for them. There was no sign of her. “Here,” she starts, turning around and drying her hands on a towel before snatching up her phone and straightening back up. “Let’s send her a selfie, yeah? Show her what she’s missing out on.”
Clover crowds in close to the vivacious brunette, almost sitting in her lap, as she turns the front facing camera on and gives a ridiculous, over-the-top pout. The speckled girl takes half a dozen at various angles before she's satisfied, sliding back to her previous spot in the hot tub. She flips through them, holding the phone so Lila can see if she wants to, and selects the one that is most flattering for both of them.
The ginger pauses, blue eyes lingering on the picture she'd just taken. Some people might have been intimidated or even jealous, to have a bestfriend that was as beautiful as Delilah, but Clover never saw it that way. If anything, the bombshell was kind of like her secret weapon. Since she'd met her Clover had learned all sorts of girly things she had never been able to grasp before, like what contouring was or how to walk in high heels without looking like a newborn calf.
Yes, Clover would be lost without Delilah. And probably wouldn't own any sort of bra that wasn’t geared towards working out.
But that was beside the point.
Swiftly she tapped out a message for Addy, her finger hovering over the ‘send’ button for just a moment before she mashes it down with authority.
Get yourself out here pretty girl, we miss you!
--Clover | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,224 | 1,302 | 67 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Hunter
Jareth said his cheers as he was about to burn the picture of Hunter's Ex girlfriend. Hunter was ready to go through with it too, but as soon as the flame touched the cheaply printed picture he backed out. "Not... Not just yet. I don't think I am in a place to do that yet." He said with compassion in his voice. Not because he wanted to get back with Delilah, but because he still felt guilty about what he had done. "At some point I will, just not yet." After the awkward moment the two soon went to yet another part of the boat Hunter was not familiar with to get some Pizza. If anything could make this trip better is was Pancakes and Pizza.
Hunter sat down at the table with his pizza and a glass of rootbeer. It felt nice, it felt like older days when all he had to worry about was how to get to work without going to the hospital. Which gave Hunter an idea. "Did I ever tell you about the first time I rode my truck to work? It's an interesting story." He smiled after taking a sip of his drink. "So, I had spent months working at the local fair trying to raise money for a car back in Highschool right? So I finally got the money and well covering some favors at the demolition derby that weekend I landed myself with a a car that almost was able to pass inspection. Though before I could register it and get it inspected with the new repairs I had to get to work." He starts laughing well attempting to keep a strait face. "So, my mom who is worried that my dumb ass actions will be the death of me tells me I am going to have to use my bike to get to work again. And I'm here thinking 'Why the hell would I do that? I have a perfectly fine car sitting int he driveway!' So... After my mom left for work I did a little makeshift job on the engine so it would run with out breaking down." He kept laughing well speaking. "So... So, I also learned just how flammable duck tape was that day! I finally finished getting the engine to run and then rode off to work! Right when I saw the fair grounds the hood FLIES off the engine and fire starts spewing out of the engine!" He screams with a smile. "And I'm here thinking, OH SHIT! MY car's on fire!" He calmed down and took another sip of his drink. "There was another derby that week so the fire crews were already there. I was able to talk things out with them to get out of trouble, but mom was pissed. She took my keys to the truck and never gave them back." Even though his keys were taking he quickly learned how to get his El Camino to start with out them.
Hunter knew this story wasn't really relevant to anything going on, he just liked telling these small stories every once and a while. And he thought that flaming car stories were funny. Even when he was the star of that story. | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,225 | 1,302 | 68 | 2,090 | 2,173 | Addy stared at him, her jaw clenching slightly. "I cared about you. I still- nevermind. Do whatever you want!" She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket but she didn't look. She was too busy trying to keep down the tears that began to well in her ice blue eyes. She looked away from him and walked back into the library, collected her things, and looked at the text. Clover! She smiled at the text and sent back:
Sorry, ex drama. Jules is here... I'm on my way.
~Addy
Addy walked out the door, still looking at her phone, and made her way to Solarium. She felt the tears falling down her cheeks and it was then that she knew she was crying. She cared about Jules. She loved his laugh and the way he styled his hair in the morning, even if it took forever. She loved his stupid jokes and how peaceful he looked when he fell asleep. She cared so much about him, but maybe she should've said that. Maybe she should've said it to him just now. What would that change, though? She shook her thoughts away as she made her way towards Clover and Delilah. She pushed her glasses up and smiled softly at them. "I heard you guys missed me so I had to make my appearance!" | Adelisa Davis
{Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman}
Information
Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc.
Colors~ black, red, purple, blue
Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair
Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips.
Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license
Personality
Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone.
Other
Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses. |
48,226 | 1,302 | 69 | 1,534 | 466 | Jules thought those last words were what he wanted to hear. However, for some reason they stung more than her entire monologue. He hadn't wanted this to end as bitter as it did. He felt like a fool. He hated it when he snapped like that. He hated the feeling of losing control. What he said may have been how he felt, but that didn't mean he wanted her to know that. It went against what Julius was, or at least how he wanted to appear: A man that always knew what he was doing, always in control and indominitable. But something about Addy just did that to Julius. He wasn't really mad at her, he was just... frustrated. Even though she wasn't showing it directly, he knew he must've hurt her at least a little. There would've been many different occasions, many different people, that would've allowed Julius to feel pride of having done that. But not this time. Julius had tried to ensure that they, or at least he, could enjoy the rest of their time on this boat. But Julius had failed, and failure is something that Julius couldn't stomach. He couldn't even bring himself to be curious at what she really wanted to say, the part that she cut off. Instead he gave a simple, solemn nod and turned to fetch his book before leaving the library. Inside Julius's head were thunderstorms. Why couldn't he just be happy that she'd probably leave him alone for the rest of this goddamn week? That's what he really wanted, wasn't it? Was it really?
Julius's inner hurricane was momentarily disrupted by the buzzing of his phone. It was then that he had realised he had been walking for a few minutes straight, away from the library, without any real plan. God, he wondered how many people he had frightened with that sour face of his. Not that he truly cared. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, finding the text from Jareth: “Hunts and I are heading out to grab some pizza and hit up that Challengers Arcade. You and I got a date with the DDR machine" Honestly, he wasn't really sure if he wanted to, but if anyone would help him cheer up it'd be them. Not to mention, he hadn't had breakfast yet. "I'll be right there" He texted back.
As Julius made his way five floors down, his thoughts continued to linger on the prior conversation. The entire situation still just left him so uncomfortable, but what was he to do? He just had to accept it and move on, right? He assumed that, after this ordeal, Addy would be pretty much done with him anyway. There was no other option, so what was the point in thinking about it any further?
He finally arrived at a pizza place called Sorrento's. Weird, he remembered having some pretty awful pizza in Sorrento. Rome was definitely the place to be for good pizza! What did it matter, anyway. He stepped inside, scanning the room for his friends. He found them without too much effort. He made a grin "You guys always know exactly what I need, don't you? I just had an argument with my ex and... " he fell silent for a second, his grin made way for a sigh "Wasn't pretty." He then ordered the largest, meatiest abomination available. A Welcome, and much needed, treat, definitely. | NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman
NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else.
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Adelisa Davis
FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular.
FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red
HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining
PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology
OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault. |
48,227 | 1,302 | 70 | 2,173 | 2,274 | The veggie delight turned out to be quite delightful indeed. Jar was feeling particularly sinful and paired it with a ridiculously sugary energy drink. Hunter sipped his root beer and kicked back to tell one of his signature Hunter-style stories. Jar listened dutifully, nodding his head and laughing at the appropriate times. When he was brave enough to take a bite of the steaming pizza, it was still to hot and the cheese slid off and wrapped down on his lip and chin. “Ahh! Fuck!” he hissed before slurping the molten cheese up. “Wait, so if she still has your keys, how are you driving El Camino around?” Jar asked after recovering. Just as Hunter was explaining, Julius met up with them. Jar flashed his charming pearly whites at his friend.
“About time, bro.” Jar said as Jules sat down with his sausage-laden slices. “Look at all that meat… trying to make up for something you're lacking?” the question was punctuated with a light chuckle. His joke was awarded some laughter before Julius explained the reason he ran a little late. Jareth’s eyebrows stitched together. “You too? That’s crazy…” he murmured in disbelief. “I ran into Clo this morning, and I thought that was misfortunate enough, but all three of us?... Damn” His eyes studied his own pizza thoughtfully. He looked like he was holding something back, most likely emotion... he had to stop using his nickname for her.
After a nearly imperceptible head shake, Jareth finished up his lunch along with the guys without any more words on the exes. Once finished eating, they made the short walk to the arcade. There were some kids around, but the guys weren’t the only folks over twenty there, which was nice. “Oh man, this is the shit! I call a game of The House of The Dead with Hunts, but first, I gotta school Jules at DDR.” he flashed another joker’s smile. For the moment, this was actually starting to feel like a vacation again, and he was happy. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,228 | 1,302 | 71 | 647 | 1,502 | Lila chuckled lightheartedly. "If you want a life coach that says it how it is with no fucks given, then feel free to hire me: $100 the session. And as for the comebacks: you know I'll always have your back, Clo, no matter what happens," she told Clover, giving her friend a quick hug.
“Hey, have you seen Addy around today?” The redhead asks, changing the subject and scanning the room to make sure the other blue eyed girl wasn’t looking for them. There was no sign of her.
Lila hesitated for a moment, just remembering that she hadn't seen Adelisa since the Hunter fiasco. Wow, she was such a good friend. "Nope, not really. And from the sounds of it, neither have you. What should we do about it?"
“Here,” Clover said, turning around and drying her hands on a towel before snatching up her phone and straightening back up. “Let’s send her a selfie, yeah? Show her what she’s missing out on.”
Lila gave Clover a smile. "You're a genius, Clo-bear."
In return, Clover scooted closer to Lila and turned on the front facing camera, giving it a Kylie Jenner-style pout. Meanwhile, Lila made sure to purposely perk up her oversized breasts and give the camera a mock-seductive face that made it seem as if she was licking her top lip. Clover made sure to take lots of pictures at various angles until they were satisfied before sliding back to her previous spot in the hot tub to flip through the pictures until they decided on the one that reflected the best of them.
"Make sure to send me that pic on Whatsapp!" Lila told Clover, watching as her best friend tapped out the following message for Adelisa as a caption to their picture:
Get yourself out here pretty girl, we miss you!
--Clover
Seconds after having sent the text, Clover's phone chimed with a reply:
Sorry, ex drama. Jules is here... I'm on my way.
~Addy
"Aw, shit, not Addy too!" Lila whined, having read the text over Clover's shoulder. When you had a friendship as close as theirs, privacy was kinda limited. It was pretty much habit of theirs to nose around reading texts over each other's shoulders. It had made for lots of awkward, embarrassing but hilariously funny memories.
Just mere minutes after Clover and Delilah had read Adelisa's text that the Powerpuff Girl that was missing joined them over at the Solarium. As she walked towards them, Adelisa had pushed her glasses up and smiled softly at them before saying: "I heard you guys missed me so I had to make my appearance!"
"Addy, baby!" Lila exclaimed cheerfully, waving at her other best friend. As soon as Adelisa had taken her seat at the jacuzzi, Lila wrapped her arms around her in a hug meant to convey love and support. "What did that fucker Jules do to you, hun? You just say the word and you know I'll take care of it just like that." Lila said to Adelisa, adding a snap of her fingers after that last word she'd spoken to show that she meant every word she said.
God, it seemed like all of them were cursed with running into their stupid exes in this trip! While Lila had taken everything in stride (even if she had made an itty bitty tiny scene with Hunter), it was obvious her two best friends were still not over the guys that were the cause of their current dilemmas. Too bad for them that Delilah wasn't gonna let them go around all depressed and sad all the time. If one of them was gonna be the one to take control of the situation, it was gonna be Lila.
"I'm sorry girls, but I don't want to be around a pair of chicks moping around for the rest of the trip over good-for-nothing assholes," Lila declared, back in her usual blunt tone. She knew her friends were a bit more sensitive than she was, but they were currently on the first full day of their highly- trip around the Caribbean: there was no time for drama. "So, what we're gonna do is that we'll hang out here for a while, grab a light lunch, get some rest, go out for dinner and get our asses all dolled up so we can take that deck party by storm and hopefully end up in bed with one of the many hotties that are sure to be around! I'm not taking no for an answer, so you all know what's gonna go down tonight." | NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc
NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her)
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
EX: Hunter
FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B
FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue
HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling
PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior
OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed. |
48,229 | 1,302 | 72 | 1,641 | 929 | Sorry, ex drama. Jules is here... I'm on my way.
~Addy
“...damn…,” Clover murmured, visibly deflating. Not Addy too. This ship was an actual living, breathing nightmare. The brochure should read, ‘Come enjoy a week of fun in the sun and visit exotic places! Oh and by the way, there is a 100% chance you will be trapped on the boat with the very ex lovers you were trying to forget about by taking this vacation! Guaranteed to make you wish you had never been born!’.
"I heard you guys missed me so I had to make my appearance!" Addy chirps when she gets to the hot tub and Clover shimmies over so the tattooed girl can take her rightful spot in the middle. Once she’s in and Lila is done hugging her Clover takes her turn, wrapping her arms around the petite rocker and giving her an extra firm squeeze.
"What did that fucker Jules do to you, hun? You just say the word and you know I'll take care of it just like that." Lila exclaims and from the glint in her bambi eyes anyone can tell she means business.
“M’sorry Addy,” Clover murmured, resting her hand on the blue eyed girl’s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’ve been doing really...,,” the ginger pauses here, making direct eye contact with Addy, ““...really well on my hand to hand combat training for the police academy. Just so you know. In case you need me,” Clover offers, feeling a wee bit over protective of the songstress. “I’ve got your back.” Addy was a clever girl though, she didn’t need either one of them to come to her defense, she was a spitfire through and through. Plus, from what Clover had heard the younger girl’s ex was harmless, just a bit of a jackass sometimes.
Or all the time, depending on who you asked, but that was neither here nor there.
"I'm sorry girls, but I don't want to be around a pair of chicks moping around for the rest of the trip over good-for-nothing assholes," Lila’s voice cuts through Clover’s musings and she looks up, quirking an eyebrow and sticking her tongue out at the brunette. It seemed like tough love Delilah had made an appearance. "So, what we're gonna do is that we'll hang out here for a while, grab a light lunch, get some rest, go out for dinner and get our asses all dolled up so we can take that deck party by storm and hopefully end up in bed with one of the many hotties that are sure to be around! I'm not taking no for an answer, so you all know what's gonna go down tonight."
“O-oh, erm...” Clover stuttered out, fidgeting a little under the water. “Well, that all sounds like a lot of fun, but maybe n-not that last bi--...you know I’ve n-never---hgn--that’s not what I meant….um, how does that even work? You just go up to someone and say, ‘Take me to bed, stud!?'” Clover finally gets out her question, trying not to be embarrassed about her lack of finesse when it came to the art seducing the menfolk. It wasn’t like she was a blushing virgin or anything, Jareth had seen to that particular need thoroughly and quite frequently, thank you very much, but he was the only real experience she had.
’Could I even do that?’ the freckled girl wonders, gnawing at the inside of her cheek. She thinks about her textbook back in the cabin and how the world didn’t end when she put it down to come hang out by the pool. Maybe it would be alright, just this once...if she lived a little?
“Yeah, alright,” Clover agrees suddenly, determination in her eyes as she nods quickly. “Let’s get laid,” she barely gets that last word out before she’s cackling at how ridiculous she sounds. “Oh jeez, that’s not something I thought I’d ever say. Teach me your ways, Lila!” | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,230 | 1,302 | 73 | 2,173 | 2,274 | Once the screens were sufficiently splattered with zombie blood and the dance pad arrows stomped in time with the beat, the guys wrapped up their time in the Challengers Arcade. Jar finished the visit by playing an old classic - pacman. He wasn’t very good, but enjoyed it none-the-less. “Damn those ghosts!” He murmured at the machine before turning to find Jules and Hunter.
“Hey!” He announced once reaching them. “I read that there is going to be some big party tonight. Naturally I planned on going, but it’d be great if you guys came too! Lots of people and good music, live karaoke if you’re feeling ballsy- you know I won’t be able to keep my ass off of the stage. I think it would be a good to get our mind off of… things.” Jar said as he checked his pockets to make sure he had everything he had come to the arcade with. “And, I don’t know about you guys, but tonight I’m hoping to end this dry spell I’ve been in.” He grinned with a devilish glint in his eyes.
Over the next few hours the guys went their separate ways. Jar chose to explore the ship some more, browsing what some of the shops were about and even heading to the highest deck on the ship, which had a chapel of sorts where people could get married. Jar wondered briefly if he’d ever get married. Kids were out of the question, but a wife? A few months ago, the idea would seem more likely, but now he wasn’t so sure. Rather than dwell on that, Jar decided to head back to the suite to make sure he looked spot on for this party.
If Jar was going to be performing, even with something small scale like karaoke, he liked to wear a little bit of black liner. Some of his biggest idols wore stage makeup, so why shouldn’t he? After checking his full appearance in the standing mirror, he debated his outfit. What would the deck party be like? Should he keep the skinnies on, or switch to trunks in case he ended up in a pool… or a hot tub! Now that was a fantastic goal for the night, hot tubbing with some cutie he met on the dancefloor. Jar decided on the best of both worlds and wore a pair of grey and black trunks instead of boxers underneath his skinny jeans. Finally convinced that he was ready, Jar set out on his journey to the deck party.
Jareth, Hunter, and Jules all headed down to the party together. You could hear the deck party long before you could see it. The bass was thumping through the floors and walls, and colorful lights scattered around in sweeping motions. The dancefloor was packed with gyrating bodies and a good portion of the girls still sported their bikinis tops. Maybe there was a god after all…
“Catch ya’ll later, don’t wait up for me!” Jar said with a quick wink before making his way out onto the floor. Jareth Wells was not one of those creepy guys to be found skulking around the edges of the dancefloor scoping out girls, nor was he the guy grinding on unsuspecting and unwilling dancers. No, Jar much prefered to do his own thing and let all interested parties come to him. So there he was, shamelessly shaking his ass to some song about eating cake by the ocean. That seemed oddly appropriate. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,231 | 1,302 | 74 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Hunter
Jareth asked Hunter about his car, how he was still driving it despite not having keys for it anymore. "Well for a few weeks I wasn't driving, then when I needed to start driving again I wasn't able to get my keys back for... lots of reasons. So I hot wired my own car. I figured that was a skill I was never going to need, but hey! It works. Then after a while of hot wiring my own car and getting arrested for people thinking I was stealing a car I simply made a new starter system." Hunter leaned back and smiled with pride. "Now it's like an electric lock combination that only I know."
Later things turned out pretty nice. The guys played video games until Hunter ran out of quarters... and cash... and coupons. But Hunter enjoyed himself. By the time everyone went their separate ways to get ready for the party Hunter was dumb founded a bit. As he looked at his bag on the couch he was deciding what to wear to the party. Was this something he was going to have to dress at least casual nice? Was this something he could go shirtless to? Or was this one of those parties where he didn't have to wear any clothes? then again those parties always end funny, and generally it just turns out he was drunk again. "Reason 57 to quit drinking..." He said as the thought about past parties.
He eventually decided to wear his swim shorts and a t-shirt with a picture of a tux on the front. The way he say it, perfect combination of casual, comfortable, and professional. Though as he packed up his bag again he noticed something. The strange band shirt. The one he woke up with this morning. Not sure what to do with it he balled it up and crammed it in the larger of the pockets in his shorts. And having already spent what money he could spare for the day Hunter decided to leave his wallet in his bag. Then at least if it was lost or he forgot it he wouldn't lose it on a ship. Or it would be stolen and he would have a chance to show off his awesome ass kicking skills. At least awesome in his eyes. Lacking strength, form, or all around coordination the only advantage he had in a fight would be some height to him. Even that wasn't much compared to a lot of guys.
PARTY TIME! Hunter thought as the trio arrived. "Alright! Time to dance, drink, blow something up, and have fun!" He stopped to think for a moment. "Other then I can't dance.... I'm quitting drinking... and we're on a boat and explosions are a bad idea... We can still have fun!" He was ready for a good time. Then Jareth mentioned something about leaving for the center of the party. "Okaaay then..." Hunter trying to rely on his soberness wasn't all outgoing. He was hoping to motivate himself by sticking around with Jules and Jareth. Three's a crowd anyways! "Jules!" And he froze, Hunter was at a blank. Now what? He got his friends attention, and froze. "I've never been to a party sober, what now?" | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,232 | 1,302 | 75 | 1,534 | 466 | Jules was notoriously horrible at anything videogames. The only exception to the rule was DDR. It was probably the only game he could prove a match to his friends, seeing how it actually required some level of physical activity. The rest of his time was spent using the pinball machines, which saw some of the lowest scores in human history, and on the original street fighter, at which Jules won 50/50 of the time by pure button mashing skill. But he had fun, and it allowed him to get rid of some of that pent up frustration he had. He'd rather take it out by some aikido practice... but this was a decent substitute. If the arcade made his friends feel better about their situations, he'd happily oblige going with them.
Jules wasn't entirely sure how eager he was to prioritize his dry spell. A part of him didn't really feel like partying at all today. But if he did that, then what had been the point of arguing with Addy in the first place? He had done it so he could have fun again, not to destroy any semblance of it... even though the efforts had totally failed. No, he'd go to that party and have fun. He owed it to himself... and maybe even a little to Addy? He had probably hurt her quite a bit with what he said. So maybe he should just do as they had told eachother. She could do whatever she wanted, he could do whatever he wanted. At least that meant neither of them were hurting in vain. He wasn't sure if it made sense, but that's what he made of it. Still, Jules couldn't be bothered putting too much thought into his clothing. Knowing these kind of parties, most people would walk around half-naked anyway. He figured he would just keep the same clothes on, but leave his blouse unbuttoned to show his abdomen. His athletic body was one of his strongest features anyway.
Jules smirked when the trio arrived at the party. Now this was what he was talking about! The pounding beat made Jules want to get moving as quickly as possible. When was the last time he got to let loose anyway? Far too long ago, that's for sure. As he was about to follow Jareth's example and head off, he could hear Hunter call his name. It wasn't often that he saw Hunter this hesitant. Then again, usually this was the time he drank himself silly. "Being drunk simply means not giving a shit about the stupid shit you do. Being sober just means you'll just have to do it consciously." He smirked at his friend "Get in there, be your silly self and make us jealous with a bombshell even better than the last one."
With that, he saluted Hunter and headed off. He didn't want his friend to see that he was going to get a drink or two first himself. He didn't seek to enhance the good thoughts, he wanted to dampen the bad ones. Even if just for this party, he wanted to forget the thing with Addy had ever happened. As the alcohol kicked in, he could feel himself lighten up a bit. That was all he needed to jump into the crowd and dance to the beat. Jules wasn't an amazing dancer, but he concealed that with by simply moving smooth enough to justify the confident smile on his face, while showing off his best features. In the meantime, he scanned the crowd, looking for that one perfect catch. He wasn't about to let anyone else go home with the party's queen. | NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman
NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else.
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Adelisa Davis
FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular.
FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red
HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining
PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology
OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault. |
48,233 | 1,302 | 76 | 647 | 1,502 | “O-oh, erm...” Clover began to stutter and fidget a little under the water, clearly embarrassed by Lila's openness even though she should be way over it by now (they'd been friends for a couple of years now: how much longer would it take for Clover to get used to Lila being so blunt and expressive? Would she ever?). Lila raised her eyebrows at her friend, as if telling her Go on, say whatever it is you wanna say, and say it NOW. “Well, that all sounds like a lot of fun, but maybe n-not that last bi--...you know I’ve n-never---hgn--that’s not what I meant….um, how does that even work? You just go up to someone and say, ‘Take me to bed, stud!?'” Clover finally asked.
Lila simply rolled her eyes at her. "You know that's not how it works, sweetie," Lila replied, clearly annoyed at her older friend's obvious lack of flirting skills. But after she'd said that Lila noticed the hesitant look in Clover's face, and she switched from tough-love-Lila to motivational-life coach-Lila. She knew Clover needed to be a bit babied for her to be more open-minded about things, so the passive-aggressive technique wouldn't work. "Look, babe, have you seen yourself in a mirror? You're a fucking bombshell! Even when you're wearing those ratty T-shirts, the plain-Jane sports bras and that greasy ponytail you seem to have most of the time, you're still freaking sexy. Hell, if I were a guy, I'd totally bang you. So, stop worrying so much about it and just go with the flow, 'kay? I know you'll be having a great time if you simply just let loose. Or am I wrong, Addy?" Lila finished, bringing Adelisa into the situation so Clover would have even more support.
“Yeah, alright,” Clover agreed suddenly after some thought, her gorgeous green eyes gleaming with determination as she nodded quickly. “Let’s get laid!” she exclaimed.
Lila punched the air with a triumphant expression."That's the spirit, Clo-bear!" she said in approval, giving Clover a quick hug.
“Oh jeez, that’s not something I thought I’d ever say. Teach me your ways, Lila!”
Lila gave Clover and Adelisa a devilish smile. They knew that, whenever Lila gave them this look, it meant that she was up to no good. "Watch this, girls," was the only thing she told them before she put her 'master plan' to action. Without another word, Lila looked around at the few people hanging by the Solarium and before long her eyes had scored into a handsome foreign man around their age standing alone by the bar. Their eyes met briefly, and they both exchanged interested smirks. For this plan to work, Lila needed to make sure that only Clover and Adelisa would be witnesses to what she was about to do, so she tore her eyes away from the guy and gave a quick look around the area. When she was sure no one else but the guy was looking, Lila looked at the guy again, locked her eyes on his, grabbed the top of her bikini and shamelessly flashed her voluminous chest to the guy. She let out a giggle and watched with amusement as the guy stared dumbfounded at her bosom, and she gave him a few seconds to process what had just happened before slipping her bikini top back into place. To top it all off, Lila winked at the guy and blew him a kiss before turning back to her best friends. Not even a minute afterwards, three premium drinks had been sent their way, and when Lila turned to the bar she saw the guy smirk at her and raise his glass in a silent 'cheers' gesture followed by his head nodding in the direction of the private cabanas.
Checkmate
"And that, girls, is how you effectively seduce a guy." Lila told them with a proud smirk on her face before collapsing into a fit of overwhelming giggles.
After a fun afternoon and a super long makeup ritual, Lila was finally ready to hit the deck party alongside her best friends. Even though she knew fully well most of the attendees would be sporting their bikinis and swimming trunks, she still wanted to go all out in typical Delilah fashion: tight black dress, soft brown waves cascading down her back, sultry face makeup, dark red matte lips and some nude peep toes with just enough heel to give her outfit a boost and make it comfortable to dance the night away with the most handsome stranger of the party. Of course, the usual nearly-bathing-herself-in-perfume part of her routine was also ever-present. She hoped that all of these factors combined would help her score tonight: it was much needed -and looooooong overdue- after a year-long dry spell.
The three women arrived at a party that was in full swing: a mass of dancing bodies wearing an assortment of fancy clothing (like Delilah), regular clothes or just plain bathing suits as if they'd just arrived from the pool or jacuzzi areas. As Lila's brown eyes scanned the area, she couldn't help but become more and more excited as each second passed by. So many possibilities... Delilah, sweetie, you will not be leaving this party by yourself. That I can promise you.
"Well, girls, I trust that I've taught you enough tips during our makeup session for you both to have half the guys at this party begging to be taken up to your rooms to get a piece of what you guys can offer. So, while I get myself a hottie that can do me right like the pool guy did a few hours ago, I'm hoping you two'll be big girls and do the same thing. Catch you guys later!" And with an excited wave, Lila buried herself into the center of the crowd and straight into shaking her hips to the contagious music.
As she was busy dancing and looking around for potential victims, her eyes fell on an incredibly attractive young man who seemed to be exhuding confidence. His smile was magnetic, and the way his open shirt emphasized his toned, sexy chest nearly sent Lila drooling. The longer she looked at him, the more she found herself attractive to this handsome stranger. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she'd be doing everything in her power to be leaving this party with him tonight.
Instead of going down her usual route of shameless flirting, Lila decided to shake things up by playing the 'shy girl' role: when in normal circumstances she would've just gone straight to the guy and shot him a compliment or a suggestive comment, this time she settled for making eye contact with him for a few long seconds before looking away with a shy smile on her face and biting her lower lip. | NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc
NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her)
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
EX: Hunter
FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B
FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue
HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling
PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior
OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed. |
48,234 | 1,302 | 77 | 1,641 | 929 | is just as surprised as the foreigner when Delilah pulls her bikini top aside and flashes him. She is also equally enraptured because oh sweet mother of God that was the most perfect rack in the history of all mankind.
The older girl was no slouch when it came to the lovely tata department, but damn, those things deserved a gold medal.
Within a couple of minutes the gentleman sends them all drinks and Clover is wondering if she should go grab her notebook to take notes, because clearly she has a lot to learn.
Well, they’re at the deck party now, and Clover is 100% sure that this is a bad idea. She’d turn around and run back to the cabin this very instant, but Lila had spent so much time helping her get ready that the ginger thought it would be a shame for all that hard work to go to waste. Not to mention she had something very specific to accomplish this evening...
Clover’s homework assignment for tonight was to get over Jareth by getting, ahem, comfortable with another man. Well, a woman would probably work too, Clover supposed. She should keep as many options open as possible at this point, she was gonna need all the help she could get.
The base is so heavy that the future game warden can feel the vibrations in her teeth and the dance floor is packed with gyrating party goers. Clover is lovely, her hair curled perfectly, a splash of lavender oil behind her ears, and not to mention the white dress she was wearing made her legs look about ten miles long, but she still feels like a spectator watching some sort of alien courtship ritual. These sorts of things had been so much easier when she was dating Jar. Whenever she was feeling nervous he would just tuck her under his arm and make her laugh so hard that she forgot all about looking silly or that she didn't know any fancy dance moves.
Fuck. She was thinking about him again, wasn’t she? ‘Right. Time to get liqueured up,’ the freckled girl decides, shouldering her way through the dance floor to get to the bar. “Hey,” she calls, flagging down the bartender, “Can I get an old fashioned? A double, please.”
“Sure thing, little lady,” the older woman says with a wink, causing the college student to giggle nervously. The blonde was beautiful, there was no question about that, but she looked like she was at least ten years Clover’s senior. Not exactly her first choice, but it was good to have backups, right?
The barkeep comes back and presses the cocktail into her hand, fingers lingering just a touch too long to be professional. “Here you go, darlin’,” the lady drawls, leaning over the bar so her face was a little closer to the redhead’s now. “Come back and see me when you're runnin’ low. I'll fix you up real nice,” she assures, reaching up to tap the tip of Clover’s nose playfully.
The freckled girl resists the urge to lick her lips and ruin the red lipstick that Lila had artfully applied earlier and takes a sip of the cocktail instead. “It’s good,” Clover admits, flashing the other a flirty smile. “I’ll swing back by when I need a touch up.”
“You be sure and do that, sugar,” the bartender explains, patting Clover’s cheek gently before closing the gap between them and slating her mouth against the redhead's for a quick peck. Clover squeaks, jerking back and pressing her fingers gingerly against her lips. “Well aren't you the cutest little butterbean this side of Louisiana?” The blonde giggles with another provocative wink before trotting off to take care of the next customer.
“Huh,” Clover huffs, pursing her lips and tasting the other girl’s cupcake flavored lipgloss. “...ha, maybe I can do this,” The speckled girl murmurs to herself, her lips still buzzing from the quick kiss as she takes another sip from her cocktail.
'Right,' she decides, turning back to the dance floor and squaring her shoulders. 'Time to go hunting.' | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,235 | 1,302 | 78 | 2,090 | 2,173 | Addy smirked slightly as the party was full swing. Her heart still drummed inside her chest from this morning, but she managed to throw on her 'get-lucky' outfit and her 'ravish me' makeup. This outfit consisted of a black lace dress showing her red bikini underneath. The bikini basically covered the essentials but showed off her thighs and hips by only two strings tied together on each side of her. Addy's dress went to her mid-thigh and her long legs were flattered by white wedges. Her makeup was a simple back smokey eye and sinfully red lips that brightened her light blue eyes.
She sighed as she made her way To the bar as Clover went back to the dancefloor. Addy noticed the scene with the female barkeep and she grinned slightly. Clover learns pretty quickly doesn't she?, Addy thought with a sense of pride washing over her. Adelisa giggled under her breath as she made her way into a seat. She was about to call for the 'tender, but a raspy voice cut her off: "barkeep! Get me two vodka tonics please? And four yager shots!" Adelisa looked up to see a rather muscular man stand behind her, looking her up and down like she was the last piece of steak.
She did a bit of checking out herself and determined that, while he was definitely not her type, she would get into the flirty mood with a bit of a buffer. He was tall, about 6'0, and had the trust-fund baby look to him. He seemed far too cocky, like getting the "bad girl" would be easy. She smirked flirtaciously at the man and said "well, well. Mr. Big Shot over here." He grinned confidently and said "well, I expect you'll pay me back eventually."
Oh, that did it.
Adelisa's smirk faltered and her eyebrow raised as the man seemed to notice the sudden shift in energy. She saw the drinks come and she grabbed the two shots, downed them, grabbed her tonic, and threw it in the guy's face. "There. Now I definitely don't have to pay you back. Wasn't even thinkin' about it, Buff-Brains." She thanked the bartender and quickly left the man drenched in her- his drink. She wasn't some escort. She definitely wasn't sleeping with him either. Addy made her way to the dancefloor and started dancing. She rolled her hips seductively and used those strip tease and belly dance workout classes to her advantage.
She wanted her mind to go blank and her moves to mesmerize. | Adelisa Davis
{Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman}
Information
Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc.
Colors~ black, red, purple, blue
Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair
Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips.
Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license
Personality
Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone.
Other
Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses. |
48,236 | 1,302 | 79 | 2,173 | 2,274 | One song blended into two... or four, to be honest he had lost count. His shameless dancing had succeeded in getting him into full-on party mode, but one thing was missing. Well, a couple of things were missing but, besides alcohol, the others he was either trying to give up, or he had lost.
Jareth made his way to the bar beside the dancefloor. It was decked out with gaudy party lights depicting flamingos and palm trees, but it worked for the venue. Jar wondered how far away he was from seeing his first real palm tree. He couldn’t wait to arrive to the first beach and get his ass in the sand. The flirtatious blonde bartender made her way to take his order. She was pretty, but just a tad too old for his tastes. “What can I get yah, sugar?” she asked.
“Jack and coke, as hard as you can make it.” he said, mimicking her flirtation and adding a signature Jar-style wink. It came more naturally than he expected. Maybe he was finally ready to move on. The barkeep returned with his drink and told him to come back when he was running low. After taking a sip, Jar made his way to the outskirts of the dancefloor. Once the liquid courage had started to fill him up, Jar danced his way back into the undulating mass of bodies. A brunette beauty danced her way passed him in a tight black dress. Jar caught himself checking her out until she turned enough that he could see her face and he saw who she was. Shit, that was the girl in Hunter's picture… he hoped they didn’t end up running into each other again, the kid probably couldn’t take it. The coincidence made Jareth wonder if Clover might also be here. What would he do or say if he bumped into her again ?
Jareth downed the rest of the drink and turned his eyes to the stage. Hell, he was going to live it up even if she was here, come what may… jealousy, regret, or maybe even a heated rekindling. Did he want that last thing? Maybe a little more than he’d like to admit, but he wasn’t going to limit his options. After setting his empty glass on the nearest table, Jar made his way to the stage.
After browsing the karaoke song selection, he found the perfect one. It had a danceable beat, dirty undertones, and it was a genre that he was more comfortable singing than the numerous pop options. Once the current performer was done doing her rendition of Beyonce’s “Single Ladies”, Jar hopped up the steps and took the microphone.
The first few notes of the song played in the large speakers behind him and he stared out into the crowd to prepare himself. It didn’t matter that he’d played in front of crowds before with Crim Son, he still gets stage fright when a show first begins. This was different though, he wasn’t used to not having a guitar while he sang… what was he supposed to do with his hands?
Well, there was no time to think about that now, because the lyrics bounced their way across the screen at his feet. Not that he needed the lyrics, Jar new the song just as well as any of these other young twenty-somethings, if not better! Once the first verse was under his belt, the crowd-pleasing stage persona took over. Jar danced his way across the stage in a combination of hops and hip shimmies, holding the wireless mic in his right hand while his left was raised high above his head. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,237 | 1,302 | 80 | 1,534 | 466 | THE BETRAYAL
The dance floor was filed with many pretty ladies. But it took a special kind of pretty to become what Julius would consider the queen of this party. Indeed, it took the kind of pretty like the girl he was making eye contact with right now. She had caught Julius by surprise, and the oh so confident Julius had to gather all his willpower not to just gawk at her with his jaw hanging. Where had this bombshell been all his life? No, there was something wrong with that. He could somehow vaguely remember seeing her before, just not as entrancing as she was now. It wasn't recent either. Where had he seen her before? Julius discarded that train of thought to focus on the issue at hand. He had found his target. It had to be her. He was going to leave this party with her, or cry himself to sleep tonight.
Their eye contact ended only a few seconds after it started. Her shy smile, complimented by the lip bite, was mesmerizing to say the least. But something was off. He gave the girl just another quick scan. That shy demeanor definitely did not match her outfit. Her outfit was fancy, but it also accented her incredibly curvaceous body to a point that you could almost call it scandalous. Julius would like to imagine himself as a man that could turn even women like this one into shy schoolgirls, but even he did not think that highly of himself. She was luring him, trying to catch him like a spider waiting in her web. However, knowing it was, most likely, an act didn't make it any less appealing. On the contrary, he was being invited. And Julius was all too eager to take this invitation.
Julius winked her way before motioning towards the bar with his head. If he was going to score, it was going to be with the most expensive drinks this bar had to offer. Before the girl had the chance to reach the bar, Jules ensured that there were two of the best cocktails this place had to offer were ready. He didn't have to wait long. There was no way she would flirt only to not even accept a drink. Upon her arrival, he grabbed both glasses, handing her one before lifting his own for a toast. "A toast to the rest of our night." He looked in her eyes and curved his lips into his signature confident smile. There was no mistaking that he had made up his mind to keep her busy for the rest of the night. Julius wasn't the type to settle for less than the best the party had to offer. And therefore it was his duty to make this lady swoon for him.
It seemed this vacation and this party was just about the best decision she had decided to take, because just mere minutes after her arrival Delilah already scored; she'd dropped the bait and the deliciously toned fish had eagerly taken it. It had only taken a few contacts of the eyes for the handsome young man to give her an irresistible wink before motioning for her to join him by the bar. Offering him a sultry smile, Lila nodded in agreement before making her way through the mass of dancing bodies to finally arrive at the bar. Once there, she didn't have to wait for a single second for him to grab both glasses, offer her one and raise his own to give out a toast: "A toast to the rest of our night.".
And then he looked into her eyes and curved his lips into a confident smile... And Lila felt herself swooning. God, those eyes!!! They were like stunning jewels, the color of emeralds, and they had Lila from the moment she'd made contact with them. His smile was incredibly attractive as well, and when you added his style, sexy vibes and killer body, it was pretty much the cherry on top.
Of course, she managed to hide it in the way only she could. Taking the glass from his hands with a playful smile on her dark red lips and an eyebrow raised, Lila asked him: "And what makes you so sure that I'll be leaving this party with you?" while raising her own glass to gently clash it with his. She hadn't missed the way he'd emphasized on the word 'our' when he made his toast, and gave him extra points for loving just how confident this mystery man was. He reminded her of herself a bit.
Jules had to consciously remind himself every minute not to look down. But Jesus Christ those breasts were simply divine. He knew that if he'd look down, he'd stare at them. Such gawking would definitely put a rather large dent in his 'cool guy' act. Not that Jules didn't think of himself as a cool guy, but those breasts would simply turn any straight man into a blabbering fool, he'd reckon. 'Keep eye contact, you idiot.' He thought to himself as he made his glass clash with hers. Luckily, her eyes were pretty enough to drown himself in. The playful smile displayed confidence similar to his own, which made her comment only more credible. She wasn't going to let herself be an easy catch. That was fine, what fun was there to be had otherwise? However, the real question was: who is the prey and who is the hunter?
Jules chuckled at the comment, but it didn't make him change the way he looked at her. He was confident that he could get her to accompany him away from this party, and she'd know it. "The fact that you've only been staring at me since you got here seems like a start," He grinned at her. And the truth was that the same went for him. He wasn't going to deny it. She was allowed to know that he was just as interested.
The man before Lila chuckled adoringly at her comment, and replied with a grin on his handsome face: "The fact that you've only been staring at me since you got here seems like a start."
Lila could only smile at him. He was totally right, of course, so why would she deny it? "To be fair, you haven't been able to take those stunning eyes away from me either, handsome." she chortled, taking a sip of her drink.
Jules' smile intensified when she called his eyes stunning. It was hard not to when it came from such an attractive individual. "I didn't really have a choice. You're too beautiful to ignore." He put the drink to his mouth, hoping that this comment wasn't too cheesy. But she seemed like the type that would like the compliment, even if it was an extremely obvious one.
Her smile brightened as she heard his compliment, and she tried her hardest to combat the flush that was trying to rise to her cheeks. To avoid losing the sultriness of the image she was trying to pull of, she purposely let a few drops of her drink fall from her full lips and onto her voluminous chest. "Oops! Have to be a bit careful next time!" she said with a giggle, slowly wiping away the droplets with her index finger. She was determined to have this guy leave with her, and so she would be taking full advantage of her God-given best assets. She made sure to look up while she was cleaning her chest to see if her little stunt had worked, the playfulness in her eyes and smile at full burst.
Jules nearly choked in his drink when the droplets fell down. There was no way she didn't do that on purpose. But seriously, could breasts that perfect even exist? It almost felt like a crime to not stare at them. He decided to take the bait and look down with his eyes, his head not moving an inch. After two seconds, he looked back to see her flirtatious smile. She was, indeed, playing him there. And honestly, he was more than happy to fall for it, as long as he got to unbare them later. In response, he skeptically rose his brow at her as three drops found their way to his own chest. He allowed them to trickle down all the way, not even making an effort to wipe them away. Even with his brow risen, his smile reflected the same playfulness she had. He had as much confidence in his body as she had in hers. "It seems to be a common problem when paying too much attention to an extremely attractive person."
Lila's smile widened again when she noticed her prey fall for the bait again. He'd looked at her chest for a few seconds before raising his eyes back to hers again along with a skeptical eyebrow. Then it was Lila's turn to nearly drool when the guy used her own trick in his favor and let a few drops of his drink trickle all the way down that tasty-looking toned chest of his. She wanted nothing more than to lick them off right there and then, but controlled the urge to. If things went in the direction they seemed to, she'd have more than enough time to act on her thoughts. She shamelessly watched the droplets roll down, until they reached the hem of his jeans. It was then when Lila's eyes caught sight of his crotch, and could only bite her lip suggestively as the dirty side of her mind awarded her with a bunch of possibilities of what could be hiding behind the layers of fabric and what could she do with it.
When she was finally able to pull her eyes away from his crotch, Lila looked up at him to see a reflection of the smile she'd had on his face. "It seems to be a common problem when paying too much attention to an extremely attractive person." he said in reference to her comment about being more careful, to which Lila replied: "Oh, trust me, I know just how that can happen. Though it's not really a common problem for me since I guys don't usually captivate me in the way you have."
The girl stared down a lot less subtle and a lot longer than he had done, and Jules reveled in it. Getting checked out like that stroked his ego even more when the one doing it had quite the body to write home about herself. A part of him just wanted to take her to his room right at this moment. But maybe that was a little too soon, a little too easy. Instead, he gestured the barkeep for another round of the same. It hadn't been that long since she had entered the party, he was sure she would enjoy another drink before leaving. "That makes two of us, on both accounts." He replied to her, happy to receive the compliment. It had been such a long time since he had been to a party that he had almost forgotten what they did to his ego. At this point it had inflated enough to fill the entire ship. "You can't really blame them, though, you're a lot to take in." He said as he started on the second drink.
Lila could feel her own ego being fluffed with each of the man's compliments, and so she offered him a shameless smile. 'Yes, handsome, keep those compliments coming. I'll make sure to pay you back soon enough,' the little devil in her head whispered. She was on vacation, so what harm would it cause to follow the little devil's suggestions? At his last compliment, however, Lila couldn't hold back her immediate, dirty response. "I bet your dick's gonna be a lot to take in, too," she said bluntly. After realizing what she'd just said, Lila's eyes and lips opened wide in surprise before she burst out laughing like a teenage girl who'd just said her first dirty word. To regain control of herself, she took a long sip of her new drink before apologizing. "Oh my God, I am so sorry about that. Sometimes there's no filter between my thoughts and what I speak." She could already feel the buzz of the alcohol running down her body and up her brain, so from here on the filter would just keep on failing until, by around the fifth drink, it would pretty much be nonexistent.
Jules nearly spat out his drink in laughter. Did she really say that? That was so shameless, so incredibly dirty. He had never heard a girl say anything of the sorts. Jules already had a few drinks, but was sure he wasn't delusional. He put down his drink and pounded himself on his chest to not choke. Once he finally finished the drink, he could laugh wholeheartedly. "How sure am I that you're going with me tonight, huh?" He smirked at her. After that comment, there was no playing coy anymore for either of them. It was rather obvious that this woman had already undressed him in her mind ten times over. This one was dirty, and she didn't care in the least that she was. "I think I'm pretty sure now, wouldn't you say?" That comment alone was worth another drink. After the horrible time he was having on this boat, that genuine laughter felt great.
"How sure am I that you're going with me tonight, huh?" He repeated her earlier question back to her with a knowing smirk. By this point, it was more than obvious to both of them that they'd be leaving this party together. His next comment only confirmed that. "I think I'm pretty sure now, wouldn't you say?"
In response, Lila downed the rest of her drink as if it was just a shot of juice and gave a few steps toward the man, closing the distance between them. She began to lean forward, her face just inches away from his, their lips almost connecting when... She moved her lips right next to his ear and whispered in a sexy voice: "Honey, you had me in your bed since the moment I laid eyes on you," before giving his ear a quick, soft nibble. Once the teasing was done, she returned back to her original position with a mischievous smirk. There was no doubt that she had this guy eating from the palm of her hand.
He rolled his eyes in response to her teasing. Even though her voice was sexy, that teasing didn't quite deliver there. Instead, he moved in this time. "If we're going to be like this, we better just go all in." With that, he pressed his lips against hers. His hand found its way to her behind, shamelessly touching it. There was no mistaking that it one had buns. Truly, if she was showing no shame, then he wouldn't back down either. They had already told each other that they'd be spending the night together, so this was nothing. The kiss was relatively short, a second or five. Jules smirked, reading the reaction on her face. "How about we show this party what real dancing is like?"
When she saw the man rolling his eyes at her, Lila's smirk faltered a little. Had she screwed all of this up? Maybe the ear nibbling wasn't his thing, and it had turned him off instead of on like how she wanted. But what he did next caught her completely by surprise even if it shouldn't've had. He declared that it was better to go all in before pressing her lips against hers. Lila closed her eyes and threw her arms around him, pulling him close and smiling into the kiss when she felt his strong hands grabbing her ass. But just as she was starting to really get into the kiss, the male broke it. Lila was breathless and yearning for more, which was pretty evident on her face. The guy just smirked at her, understanding her reaction but wanting to elongate the wait just a little more. He asked her to dance, and as if on queue someone had decided to sing on of her favorite songs as a teenager.
Lila's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh my God, that's one of my favorite songs! So yeah, I'd love to dance with you."
He gave her his most charming smile when she agreed, then downed the rest of his drink quickly. He reached out his hand to raise the lady from her chair and guide her to the dance floor. "Never heard it before, but I like it." He had to remind himself to thank Jareth the next day before he started bragging. Even when he wasn't trying, he was the best wing-man a friend could hope for. Jules wasn't the world's most amazing dancer, but he could move to the beat. He matched his moves to hers, sometimes taking the lead while at other times allowing her to do so. She seemed like the type that would enjoy leading him along at times as well. He was quite willing to play that game. He noticed the incredible amount of male attention she attracted as her figure moved. Tough luck, this one was his, and they would know it.
Lila finished her drink quickly too, took the man's hand and let herself be guided to the dance floor. She was thankful for his hand, because the buzz in her head was now at a critical point. One more drink and her memory would be blank after this dance, so it was best to stop now before anything serious happened. Anyway, it didn't take long for Lila to get into the song she liked so much. Soon enough, she was dancing the buzz away with the handsome mystery man she would take to bed later. They took turns taking the lead or following on, but Lila made sure to always show him just how good she could move. Once the song was over, a new one quickly began to play. This one gave off a more sexy, teasing vibe, and Lila took full advantage of it. She closed the distance between her and the man, turned around and began to dance to the new slow beat, pressing her behind against his crotch.
She was so mesmerizing when she moved, it drove him to improve his own moves on the fly. He wanted to impress, to seduce her to the best of his abilities. Jules gave Jareth another silent thanks when his song ended. He had set a pretty awesome vibe for the two of them. Honestly, he despised this new song, but it made her dance even closer to him. Therefore, he could tolerate it. He grinded his crotch against her behind and wrapped a hand around her waist. He maneuvered his head to her neck, kissing her as he drowned in the smell of her perfume. It was a nice smell, but she definitely used a lot more than the usual woman. Jules always used cologne, but he definitely didn't drown himself in it to the same extend she did. It definitely didn't change the distance between them. The kiss would definitely leave a mark in her neck for some time after that. Her body against his felt so right, so intense. He could go on like this all night; but he knew there was something even better coming.
Lila couldn't help but smile as she felt the man grind himself against her, feeling damn proud of herself for being the reason she was feeling a certain hardness she knew well in her bum. To only add to the sexual tension between them, this gentleman went ahead and not only wrapped a hand around her waist to further close the distance between them, but began to kiss her neck with such intensity that she knew it would be leaving a mark on her skin. Did she care, though? Not in the slightest. His lips on her bare neck had caused goosebumps to run down her skin, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling. When he was done, she turned around and hooked her thumbs on each side of his jeans. After giving him a determined look right in those amazing eyes of his, Lila locked her lips with his in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue danced along with his in a teasing manner, and the song as a background only intensified the feelings of desire that were pretty much at the verge of consuming her completely.
The longer their dance went on, the greater the tension between the two seemed to grow. He wanted her, wanted her more. As she turned around and kissed him, all he could do was redouble the passion she gave him with his own. He pressed her body against his own with both of his arms that had found their way to her behind. Every second that passed only increased this maddening desire that he was feeling. If they weren't in public, she would've lost her clothes ages ago. The wait was almost unbearable. At this point they weren't dancing anymore anyway. They were too busy with each other. The rest of the dance floor did not exist any longer. It was just this girl, this amazing bombshell of a human being. He couldn't even count the seconds that their lips had touched. But eventually every good thing had to come to an end. And as their kiss finally reached its end, he stared into her eyes longingly. His forehead softly rested against her own. His smile was still ever so confident. "I think this party has enjoyed us long enough.Time to bust?"
Their kiss seemed to go on for the longest, sweetest time. Again, she felt him pushing his body further against hers and shamelessly groping her round ass, but he loved everything he was doing. The longer they kissed, their deeper her desire became, until it had reached the point in which she'd stopped caring that they were in a floor full of people and was ready to go right then and there. What did anything else really matter when she was having the time of her life with one of the most handsome men she'd ever laid her eyes on? If anything, she was happy to show him off to the world. Her dirty mind had once again started to venture to the many different things that could happen once they were alone when the man had decided their kiss should meet its end.
His eyes met hers again with clear longing, which Lila could only imagine was present in her own chocolate-brown eyes. For a moment, the desire that had been taking a hold of her subsided for a bit, to be replaced with the shy, innocent feelings of a girl who had just kissed her crush. She offered him a soft, sweet smile, to which he responded by resting his forehead against hers. To anyone that might see them, they now resembled a cute couple instead of two strangers with dirty intentions, but the cheesy atmosphere was soon back to what it originally was when the man smiled confidently at her and whispered just loud enough for her to hear: "I think this party has enjoyed us long enough.Time to bust?"
Lila gave him quick peck on the lips and an irresistible smile of her own. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied, before eagerly grabbing his hand and guiding him away from the party. The sounds of music, laughter and chatter were quickly fading away, and came to a complete stop when the pair entered the elevators. To their luck, there was nobody else with them, so after pressing the button to the eighth floor, Lila turned to the man and gave him a wild kiss to give him a small taste of what he'd be getting soon.
The loud noise of the party was quickly replaced by the comparatively deafening silence that was the rest of the ship. A change most unwelcome if it wasn't for the fact that he had just scored the best girl of the entire party. Every doubt he had about this vacation had just flown out of the window. This was exactly what he needed to distract himself from all the stress and drama he had experienced. He allowed himself to be led away by her, he wanted to be led away by her. He barely paid enough attention to anything but her to see that they were heading to the eight floor. He found it somewhat amusing that they resided on the same floor, yet hadn't seen each other at all. But that thought was soon done away with as he got entangled with her in another kiss. This was already so different from his time with Addy. This girl actually showed some initiative. Was it bad that he was already comparing her to his ex? It probably was, but seeing that they had been fighting less than twenty-four hours ago, it was probably to be expected. He just surrendered himself to her lips, savoring the time they had before reaching their floor. He was almost sad that they did, he enjoyed that kiss.
It was only when the 'ding' sound of the elevator signaling that they'd reached their floor that Lila pulled herself away from the guy, took his hand and guided their way to her suite. He allowed her to lead the way again. These halls felt so strangely familiar to Jules. Wasn't this the same route he always took to his own suite? The alcohol made him doubt himself, but that definitely was the case. Had he told the girl his room number? Were they actually heading to his suite? He honestly couldn't remember, and he didn't really care. Either way, he was far too busy giving his attention to this lovely lady that would meet an entirely different side of him once they met the sheets.Ultimately, he was somewhat amused by the fact they turned out to be neighbors. But mentioning that was not really going to help the amazing vibes they already had going.
They soon reached her suite, and Lila quickly pulled out the room key she'd been safe-keeping in the crook of her breasts. She turned to her companion with a giggle. "I know it's weird, but since I wasn't bringing a handbag to the party and this dress had no pockets, this was the only place available for me to keep it."
Jules laughed softly and shrugged. "Using every tool at your disposal. I understand completely." The smirk that followed was a mix of dirty and cocky. Honestly, he didn't really give a damn where she hid her belongings. To him, the choice seemed rather logical anyway.
Still laughing, Lila swiped the key, and the red light signaling the room was closed to access immediately turned green. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the guy before opening the door to her suite, and before he could stare around at the rest of the room she quickly opened the door to her own room and pulled him inside. The small room still smelled of her perfume, and there were a few clothing garments strewn around the room from when she'd taken them off after trying them on, but the king-sized bed was neat and as inviting as ever. She quickly gave her back to him and shamelessly gave him a full VIP view of her lace-covered bum as she bent over to take off her heels. Lila turned to look at the man with a lustful twinkle in her eyes. "Well, handsome, here you have me, finally all to yourself. May I see what are your plans for me this evening?"
Jules smiled back at her when she opened the room. God, the anticipation was nearly killing him. He hardly took notice of the rest of the room. He honestly didn't care. There was only one place in this entire room that interested him, and that comprised of a few square meters in her own little suite. The heavy smell of the perfume that filled the room was nearly choking, but manageable. Had she used the entire bottle or something? Ultimately, it didn't really matter. He would smell it anyway once he had her body to himself. He gave her a suggestive smirk as she turned to him. "Anything you're thinking of and more." Lila's body trembled with anticipation at his comment as she watched him step forward, closing the distance between them with a short kiss, and ending it when he pushed her on her own bed. As he made his way on top of her, his hand searched for the zipper on her back, pulling it down with one swift motion. While he did just that, Lila quickly took off his loose shirt and threw it somewhere across the room and immediately began to unbutton his jeans. Maybe she was being too eager, too impatient, but God only knew how badly she wanted this man.The man in question, however, had already undone her from her dress completely. He slipped one hand behind her bra, using three fingers to undo the tension by slightly pulling the strap away from her back. He then squeezed the strap his thumb and forefinger to release the hooks. If Lila was going fast, then Jules was racing in the formula one. He made it rather clear that he was about just as impatient as she was. Every inch of skin made visible confirmed that he had struck gold with this one, and when she felt the muscles of his toned body on her she was sure setting her eyes on him had been the best thing she'd done.
As the rest of their clothes came off, the passion and desire that had been consuming them since they'd first exchanged looks at the party was on at an all-time high. And so, there was nothing else left to do for the pair of strangers besides give each other a night to remember as they took each other out of this world with pleasure. | NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman
NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else.
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Adelisa Davis
FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular.
FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red
HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining
PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology
OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault. |
48,238 | 1,302 | 81 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Hunter
If there were two things Hunter was good at it was drinking and making a mess of things. Though some would argue he sucks at drinking too. After Hunter was left alone in the party the young man wasn't sure how to handle the situation. Many (All) parties he had been to in his life he was drunk. Really drunk. And he decided that trying to be sober at a party sucked. At first he attempted to focus his mind with food. After walking to the table multiple times and leaving with out grabbing anything he gave up on that. Between the shoving, pushing, loud noises, and the fact he wasn't able to remember what he was doing until he left the snack bar he had about had it. He was still going to try the party but it was... difficult for him.
Eventually Hunter focused himself enough to get a drink. Drinks always helped him focus. He sat at the bar and tried to order some water. "One... One..." He spun his hand around in the air trying to pull the word he was trying to say. "The liquid thing, the wet one. The drinking one. You know what I mean right?" He motioned to the bartender. Hunter just got a look of confusion from the man. "Withdrawal?" He asked. "Hope not. Just quit today. Can I get that drink now?" The bartender shrugged and grabbed the boy a glass of water. Could withdrawal kick in this fast? Hunter thought to himself. Then as he thought, he was trying to remember the last time he was sober for longer then a few hours. Other then the recent week or so he had been drunk for the better part of the last few years. Sometimes a lot, other times barely noticeable. But the worse parts were easy to recognize. Even got to the point of a breathalyzer being installed in his car by his parents. Which unfortunately for them they didn't know that Hunter doesn't use the regular starter to get the car going. But he thought back, and the last time he could remember being sober for longer then a day was sometime back in high school.
Hunter decided he needed to stop thinking about this. The more he thought about it the sooner it was going to hit him why he always tried to avoid being sober. As he stood up a young girl walked up to him and slapped him across the face. "You Prick!" Now Hunter was confused. Not only was he slapped well still trying to figure out where he was standing but had no idea who this girl was. "Do you do that to all girls you meet?" Hunter was still speechless. "Uhhh...." The girl slapped him again. "Don't you play dumb with me! You know what you did!" 'Fuck fuck fuck fuck' was all that was racing through Hunter's mind over and over again. "Do... Do I know you?" Hunter regretted his choice of words soon after when his face was struck by the girls hand again. "What the hell?! That fucking hurt! Stop it!" He almost sounded like a little kid. "I'll stop when you stop playing dumb you asshole!" Playing dumb? Not only was he sore, he was even more confused then he was before. "...Can we start over? Hi. I'm Hunter." He spoke with his face sore and his hand out. The girl stood in shock confused for what seemed like forever. "You don't know who I am do you?" She smiled. She smiled a smile that sent chills down Hunter's spine. "Good. I'll see you later then." She started to walk off leaving Hunter confused speaking only once more before leaving. "I am going to need that shirt back still." Then she was gone in the crowd of people.
Hunter stood wide eyed trying to process the situation. "What the hell just happened?" Hunter walked around aimlessly for what seemed like forever as he tried to find a purpose in the party. Which was hard when every time he seemed to be onto something he seemed to lose complete focus and his mind tried to move on before he was able to do anything. Eventually he found himself outside on one of the many ship decks looking over the ocean. "What am I even doing..." He spoke to himself. Surprisingly he was alone out on the deck. Most everyone on this part of the ship was inside at the party. But not Hunter.
He looked down at the ocean below him. The black water pushing against the side of the enormous ship. "Isn't this fun Genny? Going out to parties. Traveling the world." He leaned part way over the railing. "Always said we'd go on these adventures. But I guess I lied. You never came did you?" He closed his eyes for a moment trying to hold back tears. It hit him again why he tried to avoid being sober. Even if it was only a little bit he preferred being drunk over being sober. He clenched the railing tight before the moment he let go. Then he fell on his back landing on the deck with a hard thud. He didn't react tot he pain though, he just laid there for a few minutes before finally snapping back to his senses.
Hunter leaned up resting his back against the railing. He had a lot of mixed emotions. He was angry, he was pissed, but most of all, he was scared. He wasn't even sure what he was scared off. Or even what he was angry at? He didn't know. All he knew was he hated being Sober. Part of him wanted to go back and grab a a few drinks to go back to his drunk state. But another part of him was still telling him how much of a bad idea it was. Especially when trying to run from emotions. "Fuck it." Hunter stood up to get a drink. He decided he would quit after the trip. But as soon as he a noticeable wave hit the boat sending him back down where he would stay for a while. | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,239 | 1,302 | 82 | 2,090 | 2,173 | Addy heard someone singing and her heart raced slightly. She looked up onto the stage and saw the man she was flirting with at the pool the other day. He look magnificient on the stage, singing his heart out. She knew instantly that she wanted to sing also. Addy quickly made her way to the other side of the stage, just narrowly missing her best friend -quite possibly ex- and her ex going off to spend time together.
She searched through the song selections, her eyes glittering with excitement. Her heart was always on the stage and, even though she knew she would get so much slack from her bandmates for performing without them, she still wanted to show the crowd what she could do. She kept searching and searching, but her song list was dwindling. Her eyes finally landed on one. One song that she knew would get the party fired up. She requested the song and, once the song was put on the list, she went back to the bar to grab a quick shot of vodka.
After the last two songs, and a drunken rendition of Spice Girls, Addy was up next!
Her heart leaped in her chest as she made her way back to the stage and she loved it. The adrenaline rush from the anticipation was killing her slowly. She heard the beginning notes of the song and she instinctually felt like she was on stage with Raging Roses. She was pretty sure not much of the audience knew this song, but they were definitely enjoying it.
Addy took her hair out of the ponytail it was in and her naturally wavy hair flowed around her face. She brushed it to the side and started singing the lyrics, moving her body with the beat. | Adelisa Davis
{Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman}
Information
Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc.
Colors~ black, red, purple, blue
Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair
Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips.
Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license
Personality
Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone.
Other
Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses. |
48,240 | 1,302 | 83 | 1,641 | 929 | isn't having the best of luck at this. For someone who devotes much of her time to yoga and is very much in tune with her body, the ginger girl has never been more than just okay when it came to dancing...which made it awful hard to garner attention, seeing as how it seemed like everyone else on this ship was a professional dancer in a previous life. Finally someone takes an interest and a tall, lean man with a sweet smile tentatively places his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. “You look about as lost as I do,” he chuckles over the loud music, thumb moving in a comforting circle at her side. “Is it alright if I dance with you?”
“Yeah,” Clover replies, visibly relaxing. She hadn’t realized it, but she really had been starting to get anxious. “I don’t mind at--”
The first few notes of ‘Dirty Little Secret’ starts to blare over the speaker system and the blue eyed girl stops moving completely when she sees an all too familiar figure take the stage. He is heartbreaking handsome, the eyeliner making his puppy dog eyes stand out vividly. Jar seems just a touch more nervous than usual as the song starts but by the middle of it he has every woman on the dance floor enraptured, and Clover is no exception.
“Hey, you okay?” Her partner asks, eyebrows knitted together in an obvious sign of worry.
“Ye--No,” Clover replies, pulling herself free of the other dancer’s arms, blue eyes laser focused on the stage. “I thought maybe I was, but I don’t think I am,” she admits, turning her gaze back to the stranger. “M’sorry, I don’t think I can dance with you right now,” she admits apologetically.
“It’s alright, miss,” he answers, disappointed but still cordial. “Come find me if you change your mind. Or you get overwhelmed again. Us regular dancers have to stick together,” he kids, giving her a quick wave before weaving across the dance floor in search of his next partner.
She turns her eyes back to the stage, utterly still in a sea of gyrating bodies as her old boyfriend sings the last of the lyrics. When it's over Clover starts to make her way over to the stage, butterflies in her stomach as she draws closer. However, right before she gets to him, the words he said to her earlier that morning come rushing back.
“Let’s try not to see each other around, yeah? I’d like to try to enjoy the rest of my break.”
She recoils into herself like she's been struck, her steps faltering. ’He doesn't want to see me anymore,’ Clover reminds herself, furiously swiping at her face to wipe away the tear that had begun to make its way down her cheek. She turns and hurries to the door, shouldering past anyone that doesn't move away fast enough.
The sea breeze hits her face and Clover breathes out a trembling exhale, blinking rapidly to clear away the rest of her tears. She downs the remainder of her cocktail and chunks the plastic cup into the nearest bin. ’Maybe I’ll try to get over him tomorrow,’ the freckled girl muses, sitting down in one of the nearby deck chairs and toeing off her flats. Then she draws her knees up to her chest and tries her damnedest not to bawl her eyes out. | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,241 | 1,302 | 84 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Hunter on a ship
Hunter eventually pulled himself off the floor of the deck. It doesn't take long until take long for Hunter to find a gift shop where he can grab a flask, and soon grab a drink to put into it. Then he proceeded to head back to the party. One way or another he wasn't going to let everything keep him down.
Hunter made it back to the party with the flask in hand; He didn't enter the party once he got there. He just stood at the entrance. "It's not worth it." He said to himself as he started walking away. He didn't get far before he noticed something that hit him close. He noticed a young girl with her knees against herself as she tried to hide from the world around her. Hunter's hand shook as he held the flask.
He took a deep breath and walked over to the girl. "You want a drink?" He said holding out the flask. "It's not alcoholic unfortunately. But apple juice has helped me in the past." He sat down next to her with the drink still up for grabs. "Plus, sometimes just being near others can help. Especially if they aren't the problem. If they are though that sucks." He said with a shrug. | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,242 | 1,302 | 85 | 2,173 | 2,274 | God damn, did this feel good! Jareth was thoroughly enjoying himself on that stage. You know that stupid happy grin people get on their face when they are doing something they love? Yeah, Jar was wearing that grin. Sweat threatened to smudge his eyeliner as he danced around and sang his little punk-rock heart out. The audience seemed pleased, so Jar was also pleased when he finally made his exit for the next brave soul to take their place on the stage.
The crowd excitedly swallowed him back onto the dancefloor. A few people nudged his shoulder or gave him a thumbs up to show that they liked it. A couple told him they wanted to hear him do another one. Jareth bashfully blushed and thanked each and every one of them. For all his charisma and confidence while performing, he was rather shy when not in his stage persona. He still loved the compliments though, I mean, who doesn’t?
Jar danced for a couple of more songs, and some girls managed to squeeze their way through the crowd to be able to dance with him. Pretty girls, and decent dancers too. Hell yeah, living like a rock star was dope. He should do this for the rest of his life… oh wait, that’s the goal, isn’t it?
His body was buzzing with energy now, and it was about time he got his mind buzzing too. Jar made his wake back to the blonde bartender and ordered a second Jack and Coke, his drink of choice when at any bar. The woman raised her brows at him as she handed him the drink.
“That was pretty damn impressive… had me swoonin’.” She remarked and then flicked her eyes to the stage where a woman was giving her drunken rendition of Spice Girls. ”Sure as hell are better on the ears than that. Yeesh.” she said before grabbing a rag to wipe down the counter. Jareth chuckled at her remark and then sipped the fresh drink.
“Ahh, she’s enjoying herself up there. Everyone deserves their moment, especially when their friends are inevitably recording that moment on their iPhones to use as blackmail.” They both laughed at that one. Jar stayed by the bar and drank his beverage a little faster than he probably should have. He was eager to get back out on the floor and find the Belle of this ball, plus, a new song was starting that had a dark, danceable beat.
“Now there is a set of pipes. I think you’ve got some competition.” The tender remarked, but Jar was already turning to face the stage. He squinted to get a better look.
No. Fucking. Way.
That was the girl! From the pool! No man in his right mind could forget the way that bikini-clad wonder had sashayed her hips out of the water. So, apparently he hadn’t dreamed that whole situation up. AND she could sing. He had to have her, plain and simple. That was the Belle of the ball that he was looking for.
“I’ll take another one.” Jar said over his shoulder to goldilocks, obviously still enraptured by the tattooed beauty. “And whatever potion you have that can make that girl fall in love with me.” The bartender whipped up the two drinks and closed out his tab.
“I don’t know about love… but it might get ya laid.” Her crassness didn’t really surprise him, but he still blushed through the laugh. Jar said thanks and left a good tip on the counter for her, she more than deserved it.
Jareth made his way closer to the stage with both drinks in hand. He was nervous as all hell, but excited too. When he was near enough that he managed to catch her gaze and hold it for a moment, he raised the cocktail meant for her and nodded his head in a direction away from the party. Then he weaved his way to the edge of the dance floor and out onto the outer deck of the ship. The message was clear: "come with me?"
There was always the possibility that she wouldn’t follow him. That would suck. But, if this was indeed the same girl from the Solarium pool, then he doubted that would be the case. He hoped it wouldn’t be. Thankfully, there weren’t really any people out here, his anxiety wouldn’t be able to handle that. Good thing he remembered his pills this morning, too. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,243 | 1,302 | 86 | 1,641 | 929 | want a drink?"
Clover’s head jerks up, hands flying to brush away any of the remaining wetness on her face. Luckily for her Lila had done her makeup, so the chance of the dreaded raccoon eye look was slim, seeing as how the younger girl believed in using only the highest quality of cosmetics. “W-what?” the ginger girl asks a bit shakily, peering up at the stranger in front of her. He was on the tall side, with sweet puppy dog eyes and a little bit of stubble on his square chin. Her blue eyes flit down to take in his tuxedo t-shirt and she can’t help but give a surprised giggle at how silly it was.
"It's not alcoholic unfortunately. But apple juice has helped me in the past,” the stranger continues, giving the shining metal flask a shake as he sat down in the deck chair next to her’s. Clover straightened up a little, letting her feet touch the floor once more as she turns to face the other youth. "Plus, sometimes just being near others can help. Especially if they aren't the problem. If they are though that sucks,” he continues, arm still outstretched in a silent offering.
Hesitantly the freckled girl reaches out, her fingertips brushing past his as she accepts the flask. “Thank you,” Clover answers, unscrewing the lid and pressing the little canteen to her lips. She swallows a few mouthfuls before pulling off, redoing the lid and pressing the metal receptacle back into his hands. “I’ve never had apple juice out of a flask before,” she admits, glancing back up to meet the other’s eyes again. “I think it might taste better that way,” she jokes a little lamely, tongue darting out to catch a stray bit of juice that had escaped before flashing him a watery smile.
“So, what are you doing out here?” Clover asks, tilting her head curiously. She was out here to avoid the literal embodiment of love lost that was crooning away on stage, but she couldn't figure out why a cute boy like this would be alone on the side deck. “Are you partied out too?” the ginger continues, the cool breeze coming up off the water making her shiver slightly.
“Oh, I'm Clover, by the way,” she tells him, wiping her hand over her dress before sticking it out for a handshake. It's only after she does it that the pale girl realizes how weird the action is. They were on spring break for Christ’s sake, not a business meeting. ‘Ugh, I’m hopeless. Fuck. What would Lila do?’ she asks herself, chewing at the inside of her cheek anxiously for a moment.
Carefully she extends her arm even more until her hand is laying right next to the stranger’s on the arm rest of his chair. The ginger stretches her pinky finger and bumps it against his before looping them together in what Clover hopes is a friendly/flirty gesture and not awkward as hell. “What’s your name?” | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,244 | 1,302 | 87 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Hunter on a ship, with a girl?
Hunter kept the flask in his hand as the conversation between him and the girl continued. She mentioned about how apple juice tasting better in the small flask. "I definitely agree there. Plus with everything going on it's better then other things I could put in it." He chuckled a bit at the thought of his situation. Here he was, trying to be sober and not drop kick people, and here she was. She seemed... done was the best word that came to Hunter's mind. Hunter couldn't break from her eyes though, they were so deep with emotion, deep with a story dying to be told. She was definitely cute, she seemed just as out of it as Hunter did though. Seems that is the way of cruise ships today.
“So, what are you doing out here?” Asked the girl. "I am out here trying to quit drinking, well remembering why I started to drink. It's a complex situation." She then asked if he was partied out as well. "Na, I was never partied in. Relating to the quitting drinking, I've never been to a party sober until now. And it's harder then I thought. I mean first I am dealing with my ex being on the same cruise, then I am dealing with the fact that going on this trip drained away what little bit of savings I had." He laughed a bit. "To make things even better I am trying to enjoy this well not only dealing with my ex, but my friends are off somewhere doing who knows what?!" He stopped and thought about it. "Or who." He took another sip of the apple juice hoping it would calm him down. With every sip he was hoping it would be like hard cider, so far all he got was bargain brand juice. They were quite for a moment. Then she broke the silence.
“Oh, I'm Clover, by the way.” She asked with her hand reaching out for a handshake. Hunter was about to shake back but she seemed to regret holding her hand out the way she did. She looked stressed, like she had been planning ways to do this before. Hunter couldn't blame her, he use to do the same thing before talking to Delilah well they were dating. Another thing that got his attention was how familiar she looked. He knew he had heard the name before but... where? He swore in his head for his memory failing on him. She also looked familiar too.
But Hunter soon looses this train of thought as Clover slowly and calmly intertwines her pinkie with his own finger. Shit, shit, shit, what do I do now? hunter was screaming in his head. He sucked with girls! And guys! And dogs! But that's an unrelated story.
“What’s your name?” Asked clover. This, this was something Hunter could do well sober and not acting scared as hell. "Um, many people at school call me Monroe, but my friends call me Hunter." Alright, act cool, don't panic, stop sweating. Stop sweating! Hunter screamed in his head. "You just as alone on this cruise? Seems a lot of people are off doing their own thing out here?" | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,245 | 1,302 | 88 | 1,641 | 929 | think I’ll go with Hunter,” Clover remarks, giving the brunette man’s pinky a reassuring squeeze. He looked nervous, which she thought was quite endearing. She’d always had a soft spot for anxious boys for some reason. ’What does that say about me?’ she muses. ’Maybe I need therapy.’
He speaks so candidly about his problem with alcohol addiction that it actually catches her off guard. It was such a startlingly honest thing to tell someone you’d only just met. “That’s good,” Clover starts, before quickly adding, “...that you’re talking about it, I mean, not that you have a problem with alcohol. Not that I’m saying you have a problem or anything--Ugh,” Clover laughs, scratching at her nose with her off hand as her face begins to heat up. “I suck at small talk,” she admits, the corner of her mouth twitching up into a small half smile. “My dad is an alcoholic. Or, was, I guess. He’s been sober for thirty something years now,” the ginger confesses, slowly disentangling their pinkies and, after cautiously shooting Hunter a glance, covers his entire hand with her’s, lacing all of their fingers together in the process.
Nothing bad happens. Good. This must be acceptable behavior.
“Anyways, he always says you have to replace the addictive behavior with something else if you wanna beat it for good,” she continues, looking down at their hands curiously. Her’s was much paler than Hunter’s and stood out starkly against his skin. “He likes to tell everyone he replaced scotch with my mama. It’s all very corny, I know, but still sort of romantic.”
Clover finds herself relaxing back into her chair. It was easy to talk to this man. Whether or not it was because she’d probably never see him again after this cruise or because he was just a nice guy remained to be seen. “I’m here with a couple of girl friends actually. I also exhausted a good deal of my funds on this trip. I’m probably going to be eating nothing but top ramen until my next paycheck comes in,” she quips, brushing her thumb over the back of his hand in languid circles. “Hm...that’s weird...my ex is on this cruise too. That’s actually why I’m out here, I saw him in there,” the ginger stops here to jerk her head in the direction of the door that leads to the deck party, “...And I sort of lost it for a second.”
“I’ll get over it eventually, I just needed some space. Seeing him so happy without me is still a little hard,” Clover murmurs, pursing her lips and averting her gaze back down to the floor. ’I’m sabotaging myself. You’re not supposed to talk about exes when you first meet somebody. Am I even trying? This man is gonna run for the hills if I keep this up.’
Through the door the music is still audible and a girl takes the stage, singing a stripped down version of Vance Joy’s biggest hit. Her version of it is slower and the vocals are so hauntingly sweet sounding that it gives Clover an idea. “Here,” the freckled girl chirps, hopping up from her chair and pulling at Hunter insistently until he’s on his feet as well. “Let’s not think about our exes or how bad we want a drink right now,” she declares, stepping close so she’s standing in his personal space while tentatively letting her hands go up to circle around the taller man’s neck. “Will you dance with me, Hunter? I promise not to step on your feet too much,” She jokes, glancing up at him through the sweep of her lashes. | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,246 | 1,302 | 89 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Hunter trying to not make things awkward
Hunter was surprised to hear about clover's father going through something similar to what he was going through. Many people when they described people that go through his situation normally explain the story with a lot more aggression too the person. Clover also mentioned how her father got over it by falling in love with her mom. Now that Hunter thought about it, other then the most recent week his best attempt at quitting was during the beginning of his relationship with Delilah.
Clover started talking about meeting her ex, how seeing him so happy with out her was painful to bare. Who wouldn't have trouble with that. It's a crap situation to get stuck in. "Saw my ex here too. Though... I didn't handle the situation so well." He trailed off a bit. He didn't want to mention his drunken rant to Clover. Especially since he handled a lot of his situations well intoxicated. There was a lot he wanted to say, not just to her but to anyone. But there was also a lot he didn't want to share. What made it hard was that many of those things overlapped. But Clover... She was something different to Hunter. He just couldn't place it yet.
“Here,” the freckled girl chirps, hopping up from her chair and pulling at Hunter insistently until he’s on his feet as well. “Let’s not think about our exes or how bad we want a drink right now,” she declares, stepping close so she’s standing in his personal space while tentatively letting her hands go up to circle around the taller man’s neck. “Will you dance with me, Hunter? I promise not to step on your feet too much,” She jokes, glancing up at him through the sweep of her lashes.
Hunter was surprised by this remark. Was his situation actually turning around? Was he able to actually be close with someone again? This, this was amazing to him. "I'd... I'd love to dance." First taking a deep breath to calm himself down from his excitement Hunter placed his hands around clover's waist and held her close as they danced to the music from the party. Hunter loved the song, he enjoyed it as he danced with Clover. For the first time since he started dating Delilah he actually started feeling happy again. Before it was just him putting on a good face, but now... He had hope.
Well dancing Hunter stared into Clover's calming blue eyes. In her eyes Hunter felt... relaxed, free, hopeful. When the song ended he hugged Clover holding her close. "Thank you. Thank you for making this trip worth coming." He whispered in her ear trying to hold back tears. "It means a lot to me, it really does." He held her close for what seemed like forever. He never wanted this moment to end.
Hunter let go worried he made the situation awkward. "I... Uh... Sorry. I just..." He broke eye contact. "I'm sorry. I've been... stressed recently. I didn't mean to make things awkward. I mean you're an amazing girl, one of the most amazing I've met. And I barely know you." He looked back into those comforting blue eyes. "Maybe we should get to know each other?" He asked shyly. "Could be fun." | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,247 | 1,302 | 90 | 2,090 | 2,173 | Adelisa smiled as the crowd enjoyed the song. It was fuel for her to continue. She moved closer to the end of the stage and started singing the last verse when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked around and caught a certain someone's gaze. Of course, the guy from Solarium was watching her. By the way he looked at her, she could tell that tonight was going to be an interesting one. The song ended and her gaze followed him to the outskirts of the party. Her heart raced in her chest, but holy hell was she excited.
She climbed off the stage and, as if entranced, followed his path. A small part of Addy wanted to turn the other way. She hadn't talked to a man since the breakup and she wondered if she even had it in her. Something was telling her to continue, though. Something was nagging her, saying you never know what'll happen. Give it a chance! As he appeared closer and closer, she knew it was too late to turn back.
She was glad for it too.
A small smirk appeared on her face as she made her way over to him. Gosh, this man is gorgeous! she thought as she shamelessly looked him up and down, biting her bottom lip slightly. Of course, then she noticed her actions and her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. Her mind went wild with her imagination, but she also wanted to get to know the mysteriously handsome singer.
She tapped on his shoulder and smirked flirtaciously.
"Looks like my siren song worked", she giggled softly. As she smiled at the tall rocker, the butterflies in her stomache increasing speed. Addy was nervous and reasonably so. She recently had an arguement with her ex on how she didn't initiate anything and that she was standoffish. Yet, she didn't want to think of him right now. She wanted to find out more about this stranger, maybe even initiate getting to know him without clothes...
She was getting ahead of herself. Addy looked down at his hands and pointed at one of the drinks, saying "and you definitely know your way to a siren's heart." Her eyes glittered with amusement at the comment. | Adelisa Davis
{Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman}
Information
Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc.
Colors~ black, red, purple, blue
Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair
Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips.
Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license
Personality
Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone.
Other
Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses. |
48,248 | 1,302 | 91 | 1,641 | 929 | I'd love to dance," Hunter murmurs, hands going to her hips as they started to sway with the rhythm of the song. His hands are large enough that they span almost the entirety of her side and Clover shivers when they first make contact because they’re so incredibly warm. There is nothing fancy about the way they dance together, just two people in an almost embrace rocking back and forth to a melody that was muted slightly by the door.
When the song draws to a close Hunter bundles her up until she’s pressed flush against his chest. "Thank you. Thank you for making this trip worth coming," he whispers, breath ghosting across her ear as he clutches her even tighter. The redhead’s heart starts to beat just a little faster. "It means a lot to me, it really does." Clover doesn’t say anything, instead tucking her head under his chin and giving the man a squeeze back. He seemed like he was going through a lot right now and she figures he just needed someone to hold onto for a moment.
Clover doesn’t mind at all. It was quite nice, actually.
Hunter seems to get nervous after a moment and pulls back, stuttering out, "I... Uh... Sorry. I just..." The man stops, averting chestnut eyes before pressing on, "I'm sorry. I've been... stressed recently. I didn't mean to make things awkward. I mean you're an amazing girl, one of the most amazing I've met. And I barely know you." Clover gives a surprised giggle at the unexpected praise, her fingers flexing and barely brushing over the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. "Maybe we should get to know each other?" He asked shyly. "Could be fun."
“Hmmm…,” Clover hums, tapping a finger against her chin like she’s actually thinking about it. The dance had done it’s job, because the ginger is not nearly as nervous as she was when Hunter had first sat down next to her. “I’m kidding. Yes Hunter, I’d love to get to know you,” she tells him with a grin and, before she has a chance to chicken out, she rocks up onto her toes and plants a quick peck on to his cheek. The action leaves a perfectly shaped kiss mark in bright red lipstick.
She leaves it. It looked cute.
“So,” she starts, letting her hands fall away from him. “You like swimming, right? Because I heard that they shut the other two pools down for the night to make sure they had enough staff for the party,” Clover informs, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind her ear.
“...you wanna sneak in to one of them with me?” | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,249 | 1,302 | 92 | 2,173 | 2,274 | Jar’s nerves were growing and sweat prickled at the nape of his neck It was all in his head, she wasn’t coming out here. He was just going to awkwardly stand out on this deck with two drinks in his hand… completely alone. Waves rolled into the sides of the cruise ship a few decks below. The sun had set and moonlight now sparkled along the water’s surface. At least it was beautiful out here.
Holding both drinks in hand, Jareth walked over to the railing and leaned his forearms on it. He sipped his drink and stared out to the sea. The gentle tap on his shoulder came as a bit of a surprise, as he had gotten distracted. Jar peeked over his shoulder and, upon seeing who it was, turned all the way around.
Jesus Christ.
This girl was even more gorgeous up close. For the first time, he noticed that her scarlet hair had tips that look like they were dipped in black ink. Drop dead and edgy, double score! The cat clearly had his tongue for a few moments.
”Looks like my siren song worked” she broke the ice. Thank gods she did, he probably would have tripped all over himself if he had to talk first. He used to be so good at flirting… what the hell happened? She pointed to the drink in his hand. ”And you definitely know your way to a siren’s heart.”
Jar looked down at it and laughed. “Siren, huh? What are you doing on the ship, aren’t you supposed to wreck them?” He asked. It was kind of a nerdy thing to say, but mythology had always interested him. Not as much as she interested him, though. Jar handed the drink to her. He wiped the condensation it had left in his hand off on his skinnies before extending his hand to her.
“I’m Jareth… like the goblin king.” He introduced. The odd name always rose questions like ‘Were your parents Bowie fans?’ Truth is, he didn’t know much about his birth mom except that she was a druggie groupie… but it would be neat if he was named after such a great dude. Jareth grinned his sickening perfect white smile in hopes that he’d finally learn fallen angel’s name. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,250 | 1,302 | 93 | 2,090 | 2,173 | Adelisa smiled softly, but her nerves went up a notch once she got a full view of his face. She stared at him for a moment, her cheeks reddening slightly from the realization that she had been. It was hard not too, though; he was handsome and definitely edgy. Just her type! As he handed her the drink, she looked up at him and bit her bottom lip out of habit. He was nerdy too? Bonus!
She giggled softly at the joke about sirens and said "a man who knows his Greek mythology. Definitely a bonus." She took a sip of the drink and felt the familiar burn in her throat, the mixed drink going down so smoothly. Her blue eyes met brown as she shook his hand, noting thaf his hand enveloped hers. They were so warm, the tension slowly made its way from her hand throughout her body. Goodness, was this man having an effect on her. She ran her thumb softly against the back of his hand as she heard him give his name.
She smirked and said "now, what if my name was Sarah? That would've been quite the story huh?" She glanced at his lips as his breathtaking smile lit up his face. She just about swooned. She looked back up into his eyes and said "I'm Adelisa." Her eyes went to their hands before she broke from the shake and looked up at him. She was almost mesmerized by him, but her senses came to her and she bit her bottom lip yet again.
She accidently murmured aloud "goodness, you're handsome when you smile." Addy, suddenly realizing she said that out loud, felt her cheeks heat up. Could she have been any dorkier? She smiled sheepishly and said " well that was not supposed to come out."
Addy was so not the flirtacious type. She may have acted as such, but her game was her voice. Even Julius thought the same thing. Wait... wasn't this Jules' friend? Was she really that petty to go after one of his friend? Well, she did want him to hurt... but she genuinely thought Jareth was attractive... Well, she'll figure it out as time goes on. | Adelisa Davis
{Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman}
Information
Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc.
Colors~ black, red, purple, blue
Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair
Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips.
Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license
Personality
Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone.
Other
Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses. |
48,251 | 1,302 | 94 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Pool Time!
“So,” she starts, letting her hands fall away from him. “You like swimming, right? Because I heard that they shut the other two pools down for the night to make sure they had enough staff for the party,” Clover informs, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind her ear.
“...you wanna sneak in to one of them with me?” It was at this moment where Hunter really felt things starting to go his way. Hunter pulled the pockets of his swim shorts. "What are we waiting for?" Hunter said with a smile. Hunter Grabbed clover's hand and started dragging her to the pool area. Granted Hunter got lost a few times along the way but eventually he found one of the closed pools. Swimming was something that Hunter felt he could do with out being drunk, though it's been years since he last went swimming. "Try not to drown" He said in his head. "You think the water's cold?" he asked Clover as he took off his T-shirt with a tux on the front. Though looking at her, she was beautiful. Even in the poorly lit deck of the pool yard her face glowed. Her freckles standing out emphasizing her face. Clover's hair blowing smoothly in the wind. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. Part of it was admiring her, part of it was a little jealousy
Hunter would more then admit he was adorable, but he was in no way built. His strongest muscle was his liver, though his doctor's would disagree with him there too. But at this moment, he didn't care about anything other then Clover. For the first time this vacation he had a reason to enjoy himself, and not just because he was on a vacation. He had mixed feelings about draining his savings for a week long trip. | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,252 | 1,302 | 95 | 2,173 | 2,274 | “A man who knows his Greek mythology. Definitely a bonus.” The girl said in response to his remark about sirens.
“I prefer Norse, but most mythology is pretty cool.” Jareth responded. He wasn’t really a great student back in the day, but ancient history interested him the most, well, second to music and art class, that is. Crystalline blue eyes looked boldly into his as they shook hands. She ran her thumb softly against the back of his hand and he suddenly had no desire to let her go… so, he didn’t.
”Now, what if my name was Sarah? That would’ve been quite the story huh?” she joked. She was funny and a Labyrinth fan, she just kept getting better and better! Jar wasn’t one to throw around silly words like ‘soulmate’, but damn if she wasn’t close to perfection in his eyes. ”I’m Adelisa.” she said before blushing and letting go of his hand.
Adelisa… the name should sound familiar to him, but it doesn’t. Jules always referred to her as Addy, so the pieces didn’t click in Jar’s mind. Not yet, at least. Adelisa bit her lip amidst the silence, what a fucking adorable habit. Jareth had a similar nervous tick where he would spin his lip ring from the inside of his mouth using his tongue. Jar wasn’t doing that now though, because he wasn’t really nervous anymore. Too much bad shit had happened recently, it was about time something went his way, that's gotta be some law of the universe or something. He was, however, smiling like a fool.
”Goodness, you’re handsome when you smile.” Adelisa mumbled and then immediately went wide-eyed. ”Well that was not supposed to come out.”
Jar laughed in surprise, it was a warm and smokey sound in comparison to the usual breathy chuckle he afforded light jokes. ”Well, I’m certainly not offended, unless of course you didn’t mean it.” The scarlet afflicting her pale complexion betrayed that she did, in fact, mean it.
”There is nothing wrong with being forward. If everyone was so direct and honest about what they wanted, the world would be a much better place.” Jareth took a sip of his drink before gaining the courage to say the next part. ”Now, if might also be so blunt, I want you. In only a few short moments you have proven to be gorgeous, talented, and funny. I’m dying to know what else you have hiding behind those baby blues. Dance with me?” He invited, offering his arm to her to lead her back to the deck party to dance and see where the rest of the night might lead them. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,253 | 1,302 | 96 | 2,090 | 2,173 | Addy took a sip of her drink as he commented on bluntness. She was always blunt. That was something she needed and preferred in a man: telling it like it is. "Well, I'm certainly not offended, unless of course you didn't mean it." He was quite sly, and she certainly didn't mind that. She smiled and said "I try to mean everything I say, especially when it comes to how attractive someone is and you definitely are attractive."
The next few sentences had made her heart leap out of her chest, if it hadn't already. He was so good looking, smart, funny, and kind. She may not be a believer in destiny or seeing a future with someone, but she definitely hoped tonight didn't end. She wasn't prepared to meet someone like him and, in all honesty, she had no clue what to do about it. She was scared, no terrified, to be so attracted to a person within first meeting them but she knew she struck gold when blue met brown eyes.
What a soulful pair they were as he said "Now, if might also be so blunt, I want you. In only a few short moments you have proven to be gorgeous, talented, and funny. I’m dying to know what else you have hiding behind those baby blues. Dance with me?" She just about died. He was going to break her heart, she could sense it; but she smiled and said "well, if we're both being blunt, then I must say that you are hot, smart, witty, and a damn good artist. You can ask me just about anything as long as I can make you smile. As for dancing, I would love too."
Addy lightly grabbed his arm, her tiny hand gripping his tricep and smiling up at him. "We should do a duet sometime. I think we'd make sweet music together" she said flirtaciously, but also hoping that it does happen eventually. They had so much in common already that she wanted to see just how harmonious their voices are. She looked at him and smiled excitedly. She never thought she'd end up like this, but she guessed her wishes had been granted...
Be careful what you wish for... | Adelisa Davis
{Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman}
Information
Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc.
Colors~ black, red, purple, blue
Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair
Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips.
Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license
Personality
Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone.
Other
Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses. |
48,254 | 1,302 | 97 | 1,641 | 929 | Hunter takes her by the hand and leads her towards one of the pools that has been shut down for the night. After taking a few wrong turns they finally make it and the ginger girl is a little disappointed at how easy it is to break in. She was kind of hoping that she’d get to break out the bobby pins, but all that separates them from the swimming area is a low fence that each of them scales with relative ease.
"You think the water's cold?" Hunter asks, peeling off his shirt and leaving him in only his swim trunks. Clover bites at the inside of her cheek as she takes him in. ’Yeah, I can definitely work with that,’ she muses, blue eyes studying the handsome slope of his shoulders before they flick back over to the pool.
“...um,” Clover starts, going over to the water’s edge and dipping a toe it. “Brrr, it’s a little chilly,” the pale girl admits, yanking her foot out briskly. Lila had told her to be more forward during their seduction training earlier that afternoon so Clover swallows hard and say, “I-I guess that means you’ll just have to hold me close to keep me warm.”
‘Oh god, was that as corny as it sounded? Fuck. Don’t over think it, just go with it, Clover. Make Delilah Duclerc proud!’
“I’m not as prepared as you are,” Clover confesses, reaching behind herself and unzipping the back of her dress. Her pulse is racing and her heart feels like it might hammer right out of her chest. This was uncharted water after all, she’d never tried to seduce a man she had only just met and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out if she was being sexy or way too goddamn forward.
’Don’t think about it,’ she tells herself, letting the dress fall and pool around her feet before stepping out of it. Her floral underwear doesn’t give her much protection against the cool night air and the skin of her belly starts to break out in goosebumps. Clover stands still for just a moment before dipping down to grab her dress and laying it over a deck chair, then sitting down in said chair to unroll the garter that held her phone, room key card, and lipstick from her leg. “I hate purses,” she explains a bit sheepishly, standing up and walking back over to Hunter before catching his hand in her’s again.
“Let’s jump in together, okay?” she says, leading him over to the pool's edge and giving his larger hand a quick squeeze. “On the count of three. One...two…,”
The redhead doesn’t wait for the three, instead springing forward and pulling Hunter in after her, letting out a shriek of laughter just before they hit the water.
You clicked it anyways, how naughty! Nekkid Clover is scandalized. I hope you are ashamed of yourself! :P | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,255 | 1,302 | 98 | 647 | 1,502 | After an intense 'playtime' session, Delilah and Julius were taking a small break laying under the sheets of Lila's bed. The couple had spent the better part of an hour getting to know each other rather intimately, pretty much forgetting that there was a world outside the four walls they were in. Had Adelisa or Clover decided to enter the suite, they would've heard a perfectly synchronized chorus of Lila's high-pitched moans and Julius' grunts. They weren't precisely the most quiet people. But what need was there to be, anyway? They had the suite to themselves, they were tipsy and completely caught up in the moment, in their own little world. If things went as smoothly as this was going, this vacation was starting to look up for both of them.
"So, what do you think?" Lila asked him, looking up at Jules from her place in his chest. Her forehead was shiny with sweat, chocolate waves slightly messy from all the action that had been happening between them, but her makeup was still as fresh as if she'd just applied it (thank God for that magical setting spray!). Her heartbeat was still trying to recover itself from the past events, as was also evident on the slight heavy breathing and that adorable pink tint her face got after a job well done. "Was it good?"
Meanwhile, Jules laid comfortably on his back, with his left arm wrapped around Lila, letting her head rest against his chest. His other hand was playfully going through with her locks. He looked down at her to meet her eyes as she spoke. Much like her, his breathing was slightly heavier.
"Goddamn amazing. Unsurprisingly, I'm sure." He grinned at her. "What about you? Did you manage to take it in?" He wasn't going to give that one a rest.
Delilah let out a chuckle, hiding her flushed face on his chest. "Oh God, don't even remind me of that!" she said in an embarrased tone, her voice muffled from being pressed against Jules' chest. After a few seconds, she managed to look back at him with a sheepish smile. "But if you should know, I did manage to take it in, as you witnessed for yourself."
Jules chucked at the same time she did. "Oh, but it's now my obligation to remind you. Just to see that cute blush on your face every time I do so." God, how could someone this hot look so adorable with just a simple blush. His grin widened slightly as he pulled her slightly closer to his face, allowing him to press a kiss against her lips. "That wasn't the important part though. What did you think?"
Lila's smile changed from sheepish to a bright one at Jules' compliment, and she responded to the small kiss enthusiastically. "Well, I think you've done an excellent job, stranger." she replied, gently rubbing her nose against his in a loving expression.
"Just 'excellent'? I think I can do better than that." He replied playfully, but he wasn't completely joking, to which Lila laughed and kissed him again. Then again, the night was still young. He was certain that he'd get the chance to show her a little more.
"Don't worry, we still have a long way ahead of us, so you can show me just how much better you can get.." she purred, running her index finger along that sexy jawline of his without her eyes leaving his. The light stubble on his face gently grazed Lila's finger, but God did he look stunning with it. Lila was quiet for a minute, peacefully enjoying the closeness between her and this freakishly handsome young man when...
Wait... Had she really just slept with a guy whose name she hadn't even bothered asking?!
Lila jumped up a little, whipping her head to stare directly at him."Oh my God... I just realized, I never asked for your name, didn't I? How appropriate from me." she chortled, but then her face got serious. "I swear this isn't something I do often. In fact..." she hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip in indecision until she took a deep breath and decided to just say it. "This is actually the first time I did this."
Julius flashed her an amused smile. From the performance this bombshell had put up, he'd thought that she was . His guess was clearly wrong. "Well then, I'm glad to have been your first, then." he told her, giving her a fleeting kiss on the lips.
I just realized, I never asked for your name, didn't I?
He cocked his head a little, but then realized she was right."Regarding the name situation, I guess we focused our attention at more important matters." He chuckled. Although he was somewhat interested in her as a person, that was not the reason why they were in this bed of course."Anyhow, do you want to know?" Julius grinned, clearly having a response to her ready.
"I'd just like to know the name of the man who's just taken me too the moon and back," she replied in what was becoming to be her usual sultry voice with the stranger holding her.
Julius whispered into her ear: "Maybe if I feel like it after the next round, I'll allow you to scream it during the third."
Lila's eyes flashed with playfulness, her face showing just how eager she was to go again. Without wasting any time, she climbed on top of the man and kissed him deeply, and only pulled away after the longest time "That sounds like a deal to me, cutie. Now..." she said, running her index finger along his toned chest again. "Shall we?"
He kissed her as passionately as she did, feeling the confirmation to his proposal without her even needing to spell it out. His arms, now freed, once again took the liberty of exploring every nook and cranny of her body. It seemed she was going to take the lead this round, which suited Julius fine. He wondered just how far she would go, and he was all too willing to find out. Maybe if he wanted to tease her, drive her even further, he would hide his name for another round or two. Then again, the thought of this babe screaming his name in pleasure was just as amusing. "Do you even need to ask?" He confirmed, ready for another go.
Delilah smiled mischievously. Instead of doing anything, she reached towards her bedside table and picked up a hair-tie that she'd conveniently left there that morning. In quick motions, she tied her hair back and out from her face and then looked back at the guy.
"Someone's serious now." Jules smiled slyly at her in regards to the hair-tie. He could only speculate about what she had in store for him, but it could only be good.
Lila just laughed and kissed him again. "Ready when you are," she declared.
"Love, I was born ready." And Jules was certain that even if he wasn't, she'd do it anyway.
And without further ado, Delilah and Julius exchanged knowing smiles, mischievous looks, and once again went back for some more action. | NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc
NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her)
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
EX: Hunter
FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B
FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue
HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling
PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior
OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed. |
48,256 | 1,302 | 99 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Pools
“Let’s jump in together, okay?” she says, leading him over to the pool's edge and giving his larger hand a quick squeeze. “On the count of three. One...two…,”
The redhead doesn’t wait for the three, instead springing forward and pulling Hunter in after her, letting out a shriek of laughter just before they hit the water.
Hunter wasn't ready for Clover to pull him in like that. And well she jumped, Hunter kinda fell. But he was having a great time falling. Arguable the best moment of his life just went by, and he was hoping it would never end. Though upon impact Hunter landed face first in the water not only swallowing some water, but in turn belly flopping both his face and his torso. By the time both he and Clover came to the surface they were both laughing with excitement. Hunter spit up some water first but other then that he felt amazing!
Hunter turned his attention to the girl that had made this trip worth everything he had gone through. Nothing in his life seemed to matter with Clover here. The fact that he was broke, the fact he owed over $500 in tickets, losing his job, shifting from home to home, even meeting Delilah in his trip. Nothing mattered to him. Though for a moment he thought about the fact not many girls date guys like him. But he was more then willing to actually put better effort to fix things. But at this moment, he couldn't keep his eyes off Clover. Her red hair darkened by the water that now was soaked into it, then glossed by the moonlight. Her light blue eyes giving him a look of hope. "I... I never want this moment to end. I never want to leave this boat as long as you're on it. I never want to leave this pool as long as you're in it." He did what he could to prevent from breaking down in emotions. "I know it's a bit weird and all just meeting. But... I never want to leave your side." | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,257 | 1,302 | 100 | 2,173 | 2,274 | ”... You can ask me just about anything as long as I can make you smile. As for dancing, I would love too.” Jareth smiled warmly at her response.
”Anything, ehh?” He probably should have only commented that in his head, but what the hell, right? She seemed just as into him as he was into her. “A duet sounds stellar! Let’s do it, hop right back on that stage after our dance and blow them all out of the water, Yeah?” He chuckled and his honey-colored eyes went thoughtful for a second. ”That’ll give us some time to think of a song, ‘cause I’ve honestly got no ideas right now.”
She had nestled her hand in the crook of his arm as they made their way back to the party. The thumping bass increased in volume as they approached. It seemed like there were no brave takers for karaoke for the moment, so the DJ switched back to the party mix, pumping Selena Gomez through the sound system.
Jar wasn’t super into the post-disney star craze, but this song was just as good as any. She was singing about downers and uppers and he wondered how much experience she really had with such things. His eyes settled down on the lovely girl on his arms and he wondered how much experience she might have with them. Maybe they could have some real fun together… maybe.
The two musicians might not be dancers by profession, but their rhythm was spot on, so it was easy enough to look like they knew exactly what they were doing on the dancefloor. It had been over half a year since he’d played through this human mating ritual, but it was apparently just like riding a bike. Hopefully they’d be riding more than bikes later, though.
High on the music and the alcohol buzz, Jareth spun Adelisa out to the beat and pulled her back in so that her back was pressed along the front of him. Her hair was brushing against the stubble of his cheek, intoxicating him further with its silky touch and coconut scent. Breathing her in and feeling the warmth of her body against his, he wanted nothing more than for her to turn her face enough that he could kiss her. | NAME: Jareth Wells
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him. |
48,258 | 1,302 | 101 | 1,641 | 929 | that's cold!’ Clover thought as she broke the surface, gasping in a breathless fit of laughter. Hunter came up for air only seconds later, sputtering up water between each low chuckle he exhaled. ”M’Sorry,” the ginger giggled as she reached up and swiped her thumb across the kiss mark that still adorned his cheek. “I probably should have warned you first. That wasn't very lady like of me,” she teased, her feet just barely able to touch the bottom of the pool.
"I... I never want this moment to end,” he began and Clover felt her breath hitch slightly. "I never want to leave this boat as long as you're on it. I never want to leave this pool as long as you're in it." Hunter continued. Her thumb ceased its sweeping motion and lingered over the stubble on his jaw as he took another breath and pressed on, "I know it's a bit weird and all just meeting. But... I never want to leave your side."
Clover was quiet for a moment, staring up into Hunter’s chestnut eyes as she tried to make sense of this man. What had happened to him that made him want to hold on to her so tightly? Her gaze followed a bead of water as it began to make its journey from his hairline down to pool into the well of his cupid’s bow. Nervous butterflies began to claw their way up Clover’s insides but she squashed them before they could overwhelm her and leaned up to let her tongue flit out to catch the little bit of moisture. Before either one of them could blink she retreated, but stayed close enough that she could feel his breath ghosting across her cheek. It smelled like apple juice.
“...you might not want to hang out with me much after you get to know me," she murmured, looking away from him. “I’m, erm, a little neurotic,” she admitted before she amended,”Well, maybe a lot neurotic. Sometimes I study for days on end. Seriously, I don't leave my apartment at all. It's not pretty,” she confessed as her fingertips began to trail up Hunter’s biceps. “...But I like you, Hunter. And there is no other place I’d rather be right now than with you.”
And Clover thought that maybe she meant that. | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,259 | 1,302 | 102 | 1,965 | 2,257 | And it all went down hill...
Things couldn't seem to go wrong, things were going perfectly for Hunter and Clover! They were both in the "Closed" pool enjoying the water, and the presence of each other. She mentioned about being Neurotic, Hunter just smiled at her. "I'm a recovering alcoholic who drives scrap metal on wheels. I think we're both good here." Her finger tips started to go across his arm. It felt weird at first, but from her he felt safer. "...But I like you, Hunter. And there is no other place I’d rather be right now than with you.”
Hunter froze at first. Not sure how to respond. He felt gleeful, he began to speak. "Clover, I..." But the words couldn't leave his mouth, they stayed back as memories began to flood back to him. "I..." His hands started to shake. He let go of Clover, the first person that made him feel safe, made him feel welcome in years, too scared to get close again. "I can't do this... I'm sorry..." He strolled his way out of the pool, trying to hold back his tears as he left.
Hunter ran back to his room, falling once or twice from being soaked still. He climbed onto the coach and put his face his pillow. "Stupid! Fucking stupid!" He was sobbing at this point. He was scared of losing people to the point where he was almost as scared to meet new people. He went to bed, trying to hide his emotions from the world, hoping to never have to have to do anything like that again. | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,260 | 1,302 | 103 | 1,641 | 929 | "Clover, I...I...I can't do this... I'm sorry..."
And just like that he let her go, pulling himself out of the pool with ease and strolling out of the pool center without so much as a glance over his shoulder. “Oh...alright,” Clover murmured, even though she was fairly certain he couldn’t hear her anymore. ’Did I come on too strong?’ the ginger fretted, dunking her head under the water so that it’s cool temperature would distract her from the feeling of rejection that was building in her chest. She had sort of thought there was a connection between them, but Hunter’s abrupt departure left a bad taste in her mouth and a cloying sense of dread that loomed over her for some reason.
She stayed submerged until she could no longer hold her breath and then broke the water’s surface with an exasperated gasp. “...this cruise is cursed…,” the lithe woman sighed, letting herself fall back until she was floating and staring up at the star studded sky. “...Lila’s gonna be pissed that I failed my homework assignment.” she said with a tiny half smile, the thought of her best friend’s frustrated scolding lifting her spirits for just a moment. The thought of the bombshell also caused Clover to suddenly recall something Hunter had said earlier in the evening.
"Um, many people at school call me Monroe, but my friends call me Hunter."
'...Monroe...Hunter...'
'...Hunter...Monroe...'
'...Hunter Monroe...Hunter Monroe? Why does that sound so familiar…?'
“Oh sweet Lucifer burning in hell!” Clover exclaimed once she realized the truly heinous act of treason she had almost committed against one of her best friends, floundering and taking on water at an alarming rate. She choked and spat up the liquid gracelessly, bolting out of the pool as if Lila’s disapproving bambi eyes might see her and instantly know that the ginger had been flirting with the man who had run her over with a goddamn car!!
Clover went to collect her stuff, hands shaking as she pulled her dress back on over her soaking underwear. She dropped her keycard three different times before eventually getting a good grip on it and vaulting over the still locked fence so she could make her way back to the cabin. When she finally made it back she fumbled around long enough for a group of girls to walk by her, one of them even having the audacity to giggle at the freckled woman's drowned rat appearance.
“I will murder you, little girl,” Clover hissed, all anger and vitriol, and the gaggle of girls wasted no time getting as far away from the angry redhead as possible. By the time she got the door unlocked and was tucked away safely inside the pale woman had finally figured out why this whole day was going to shit.
It was because she hadn’t read those goddamned chapters like she was supposed too.
She started to walk down the hall only to pause briefly at the sound of velvety moans and the squeaking of bed springs. “At least someone is having a good time on this god forsaken rust bucket,” Clover grumbled as she made her way into the bathroom to wash the chlorine out of her hair. | Name: Clover Clayburn
Nickname: Clo
Age: 23
Ex: Jareth Wells
Favorite Music: Pop, Hip-Pop, Rap, some Country.
Favorite Color: Teal, Forest Green
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles. |
48,261 | 1,302 | 104 | 1,965 | 2,257 | Morning... because fuck it.
Hunter woke up falling on the floor in the living space from the couch. He would like to imagine he fell off in his sleep and woke up when he hit the floor, but it was not exactly like this. Wake up, back sore, sit up, trip on floor, hit face on floor. "I... love mornings." He raised his face off the floor and looked at his watch.
-07:47-
"Morning... awesome." He spoke in a dead tone as he stood himself up. He made it to the kitchen by the time he remembered what he had done the night before. It took all he had not to break down in tears. He made a selfish choice, too scared to lose something amazing. So he ended it before it could become something. Though, it was already too late for that. "Juice... I need juice." He opened the fridge for some apple juice, he needed to quit drinking no matter how much emotional stress he was in. He wasn't going to lose it again
Though after what seemed like hours of searching he couldn't seem to find any. What he did find was two cans of beer sitting in the fridge. But he wasn't that man anymore, so he went to close the fridge. But he stopped. He couldn't do it. Before closing it he reached in and grabbed one of the cans pulling his hand out as his other hand slammed it. Almost as if that hand was trying to stop the other.
He held the can and opened it, but he just continued to hold it, his hand shaking as he held it. "GOD DAMMIT!" He screamed as he threw the can at the glass door to the deck, the window cracking as the can about exploded. He stood, shocked at what he had done. He didn't enjoy lashing out, though it seemed the more he tried to quite the more things got worse his anger got. He was convinced that the more he drank the more angry he got. What if he was just an angry person.
He sat on the kitchen floor, his back against the fridge trying to get an idea of what was really going on. "What if I succeeded... more or less... what if I am in a coma or something... what if I am dead and I am just in Hell. Hell seems a lot like life... Which I guess makes sense..." He kept rambling on as he tried to sort out his thoughts. Many of which would not make sense to him if he was looking at it form an outside perspective. | NAME: Hunter Monroe
NICKNAME: None but Open to one.
AGE(19-25): 21
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny.
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap.
FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage.
HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work.
PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical
OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking. |
48,262 | 1,303 | 0 | 2,302 | 161 | The Final Moments of YGGDRASIL
The holographic clock in Kirishima's field of view ticked closer towards midnight, which was to be the time YGGDRASIL was to be shut down forever. There were several minutes left until the timer reached 0:00:00, where she and everyone else in YGGDRASIL would be forced to logout by the game system.
By now, the small handful of Seekers of Fate guild members who agreed to stay behind to join each other in the game's final moments were surely already gathered within the Throne Room of the Palace of Whispers. As the guild's leader, Kirishima had a responsibility to be with her guild members, especially during their final moments. Even if she was only a guild leader by title only, she was still their friend, and them to her. Therefore, it was her responsibility as their friend to be at their side.
However, Kirishima was still within the futuristically-styled Avalon Facility, her personalized domain within the Palace of Whispers. She had one other responsibility that she had to take care of before she left for the Throne Room. Behind her, where numerous NPCs of various shapes and appearances, most of which were designed by her own hands and effort. Unlike the human guild members, which would return to the real world after YGGDRASIL's shutdown, each of these creations would simply cease to exist the moment the holographic clock struck midnight. Kirishima could not bear to simply leave them where they stood within the Palace of Whispers without a proper farewell. Although they were artificial creations, Kirishima considered them part of the Seekers of Fate due to the long history and experiences they shared together. Each of these NPCs were unique and reflected upon certain qualities of their creators, therefore, each of these creations deserved their own farewell.
One by one, Kirishima issued a verbal order to each of the NPCs gathered behind her to stand upon the teleportation pad laid in the center of the wide room of futuristic holographic displays and high-tech computer consoles. As each NPC stepped upon the pad as ordered, Kirishima said her final farewells, referring to each NPC by their given name. As she touched upon the holographic panel, each NPC was bathed in a shimmering blue light as their bodies were dematerialized by the teleportation device.
Eventually, only four NPCs remained, each one towered above Kirishima's head. Each of these NPCs were obviously non-human, mounted upon horses of strange and unique design. These NPCs possessed the title of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, representing four of the Seekers of Fate's strongest NPCs. Unlike any of the other NPCs serving within the Palace of Whispers, each one of the four Horsemen had a unique history that extended before the time the original Seekers set foot upon YGGDRASIL. Kirishima would never forget each of their names and their history.
Conquest, the Deliverer of Promised Victory. Conquest was created in the image of the original leader of the Seekers of Fate. The leader of their group from the very first MMO the Seekers were established. His personality settings were designed to reflect upon the righteous and honorable nature of the original guild leader.
Next was Famine, the Scourge of Corruption. One could easily feel a strange, eerie aura emanating from him due to his strange design. Out of all the four Horsemen, the design of his character was the most featureless, but at the same time the most intimidating. Famine's personality design was based upon one of the most powerful PVPers in the original Seekers of Fate who was known within the group to complete lose himself in the heat of battle, becoming a "berserker" of sorts who fought against his enemies without any regard to his character's safety. Famine's Karma setting was nearly at the lowest possible value, reflecting upon the vicious and bloodthirsty Seeker he was based upon. Kirishima was silently thankful that Famine was merely an NPC that followed her orders and not a real living being.
The third was War, the Blade of Armageddon. Once could describe the Seeker he was based upon as the gruff "tough guy" that never showed any kindness or emotion, but was always loyal and protective of his friends to the very end. He was friends with the Seekers' guild leader in real life and acted as his faithful right hand in every MMO the Seekers played.
The fourth and the last was Death, the Harvester of Departed Souls. This last NPC was different from the others as it was the only female within the group of four. The Seeker this NPC was based upon was none other than Kirishima herself. In fact, each of the Four Horsemen's character designs were based upon the four Seeker's characters from their past MMOs, from their character's physical appearances to their weapon of choice.
In a way, each of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse represented the long history of the Seekers of Fate. With the exception of Death, they represented long-lost friends that Kirishima would never meet again or have the chance to say their final farewells.
"...Goodbye." Kirishima managed to whisper out loud a single word of farewell as she was completely lost for words in this somber moment.
After a short moment of silence, it was then that Kirishima realized that she had been unknowingly hesitating. As the holographic clock ticked closer to midnight, Kirishima commanded the four NPCs to step upon the teleportation pad, then with a final tap upon the holographic panel controlling the teleportation device, sent the Four Horsemen to the Avalon Facility's storage area.
With the Avalon Facility now completely void of anyone's presence besides herself, Kirishima lifted the hand carrying her guild ring.
"Teleport destination: Throne Room."
---
As the sight of the Avalon Facility's softly glowing holographic panels faded from view and was replaced by the golden lighting reflecting off the Palace of Whisper's halls, Kirishima found herself standing before the grand and lengthy hall leading to the inner chamber of the Throne Room.
As she stepped towards the chamber where the last of the Seekers were waiting, Kirishima realized that she was not alone in the hallway as three shadowed figures stood silently before her, motionless. To her left was a female dressed in white cloth and a flowing white cape. It was Mercuria, her first created NPC within the Palace of Whispers. To her right was a cloaked figure dressed in a robe of green. Kirishima recognized the NPC was Gwydion, the human NPC she had created to commemorate the joining of the first non-heteromorphic players into the Seekers of Fate's membership. The sight of the third NPC who stood in the middle immediately sent involuntary shivers down her spine. The female's glowing-red eyes shone brightly within the dimly-lit hallway, illuminating the dried blood that stained the sides of her mouth as well as the front of her long leather jacket. Kirishima stood frozen in her momentarily stunned state, although in her mind she let out a little mental yelp.
Kirishima realized that she had neglected to store the NPCs of the Throne Room into the Avalon Facility's storage area. Sighing at her forgetfulness, Kirishima shook her head. It was too late to turn back and store these last few NPCs now.
"Mercuria, Gwydion, Erzsebet, follow me." Kirishima ordered the three NPCs as she walked past them, who then responded by trailing behind her in single file. As Kirishima lead the other NPCs towards the Throne Room, she tried her best to avoid glancing over her shoulder, knowing Erzsebet's glowing-red eyes and bloody grinning lips were just behind her.
As Kirishima and the other NPCs entered the main chamber of the Throne Room, Kirishima stopped for a moment to look upon the small handful of Seekers who had already gathered, seated around the round table positioned in the center of the room. For a moment, Kirishima's imagination took over, and for a moment, she thought she could see each of the original Seekers seated around the table, smiling and laughing at each other wholeheartedly as they conversed.
I wish I could see them all again, and say my goodbyes to each of them properly.
Shaking the imaginary sight from her mind, Kirishima turned to look at the NPCs behind her.
"Stand guard here and wait." Kirishima issued what was to be her final orders to her three creations. At once, each of them nodded their heads in acknowledgement, and stood in a new formation with Erzsebet standing in the middle, Mercuria to her right, and Gwydion to her left. Each of the stared ahead blankly into the distance, although Erzsebet's faint grin remained fixed on her bloodied lips.
Kirishima then took her place at the round table with the other gathered Seekers. With the Throne Room's extravagant size and grand design, the small handful of Seekers gathered around the table made the room seem incredibly abandoned and empty. Many of the guild members had already quit shortly after the announcement of YGGDRASIL's shutdown date, and this was all that was left of a once large and powerful guild.
Kirishima clasped her hands together upon the table before her as looked towards the other Seekers. She had never been one who was particularly good, or even barely adequate, at long and elaborate speeches, but she felt the need to at least say something to these friends that willingly stayed behind to enjoy their last few minutes together as a guild.
"Thank you all for being here on our last day. After today, everything we have accomplished together as the Seekers of Fate will be no more, and each of us will return to our everyday lives. We all knew that this day would come eventually, but none of us could have thought it would come so suddenly. So, before we say our final goodbyes, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being my friends, thank you for staying by my side until the very end."
Kirishima looked up at the holographic timer in her visual interface. There was less than a minute left before the server would shut down at 0:00:00. The timer was now counting down the final seconds.
Kirishima leaned back into her seat at the round table as the clock ticked down to the end of YGGDRASIL.
Then the end came: 0:00:00.
But it didn't stop there.
0:00:01.
...
0:00:02.
...
0:00:03.
Kirishima was expecting to be forcibly kicked off the server by a forced logout, but she remained at the round table within the Palace's Throne Room. She blinked once, twice, but the timer continued to count upwards.
"What's going on? Wasn't the server supposed to be shut down now? Why are we still here?" Kirishima wondered out loud as her mind was expecting for her to be within the familiarity of her room in the real world. Then her mind began churning out several possible explanations, one after the other.
Did the server adminstrators really delay the shutdown, or cancel it altogether? It was impossible, there were many official announcements on YGGDRASIL's main website clearly stating the server's shutdown date and time. There was absolutely no way they would suddenly go back on their decision on such short notice.
Then her mind began formulating other possible theories. Ever since the first DMMO-RPG was released, there were many fictional stories about players being stuck within virtual worlds, or being forced to participate in a death game where death in the game meant the player dying in real life. These stories were popular and rather numerous, but as DMMO-RPGs became more widespread, these stories seemed more and more unlikely to happen.
However, did those stories just become reality?
Testing out what should be the most ridiculous of the possible theories, Kirishima waved her hand in the air to summon the control interface to manually log herself out from YGGDRASIL.
But no interface appeared.
Kirishima could barely hear the sound of herself uttering out several swear words as she tried frantically to summon some sort of control interface to log out or summon a GM for assistance. Despite her frantic movements, Kirishima could feel a strange lack of anxiety despite her current situation. There was no way that she could feel this calm while being unable to log out from the game.
"Lady Kirishima, is something the matter? Should you require it, I am yours to command." A calm male voice spoke.
"If there is a threat that needs to be dealt with, I shall take care of it by your command." Spoke a calm, emotionless female voice that flowed like cold metal.
"If something needs to be killed, I shall make the rivers run red with its blood!" Another female voice spoke proudly, although its speaker seemed like it was rather on the verge of insanity.
Kirishima was stunned to hear these voices that she did not recognize. It was obviously not from the other Seekers, who were probably in the same state of confusion as she was.
Then the source of the three voices became immediately apparent as she turned to face the three NPCs she had ordered to stand on guard minutes earlier: Gwydion, Mercuria, and Erzsebet. | Name:
Gwydion
"Gwyddy-Two-Shoes" (Nickname by Erzsebet)
Epithet:
The Weaver of Illusions
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Karma:
+300 (Significantly Good)
Stats:
HP: 70
MP: 100
Phy. Atk: 40
Phy. Def: 60
Agility: 50
Mag. Atk: 90
Mag. Def: 90
Resistance: 90
Special Ability: 100
Total: 690
Abilities and Powers:
Gwydion is considered the strongest NPC in terms of ability to manipulate battlefield conditions to create an impenetrable defense through powerful illusion-based magic. Gwydion's class build allows him to use powerful spells capable of warping the fabric of reality within a localized area to create tangible illusions capable of killing. The major drawback of his powerful abilities is that his lethal illusions can only be manifested within a defined area around himself, making him ill-suited for long-distance engagements but making him an especially competent base defender.
Active and Passive Abilities:
Illusory Sphere: An extremely powerful top-tier Illusion-type spell that transforms a large area around the caster. Within this area, all Illusion-type spells cast by the user become tangible and potentially lethal against targets. Besides a time-based limit restricting the area's existence, the Illusory Sphere can also be dispelled by dealing a large amount of damage to the illusory terrain.
Summon Greater Legion of Shadow: Summons a massive army of ebony-armored warriors armed with an array of melee weaponry. Using her Analyze Target racial skill, Kirishima determined the exact number of warriors summoned by this spell is 7500 units.
Personality:
Gwydion is a calm and collected individual who operates completely on the basis of logic. He has great interest in magic, particularly the illusory arts, despite having already possessing great mastery over it. Although he possesses great patience and is normally slow to anger, he is steadfastly loyal to the Supreme Ones and would not hesitate to openly denounce any actions he considers to be offensive towards them. Due to his high Karma and his role as the leader of the Palace of Whispers' defenses, Gwydion often encounters conflicts with Erzsebet, who possesses extremely negative Karma and considers herself the supreme mistress of the Palace of Whispers.
Background:
Gwydion serves as the Commander of Defence for the Palace of Whispers, and coordinates defensive actions of the guardian NPCs in situations where the Palace is under threat of attack. He also serves as the Area Guardian for the Throne Room and tactical advisor for the Supreme Ones should they seek out his wisdom in times of need. Gwydion is also one of the few human NPCs of the Palace of Whispers and was created shortly after the Seekers of Fate opened their membership to the human and demihuman races as a symbolic act to commemorate the Seekers' unification of the three major races.
Name:
Erzsébet Báthory
Epithet:
The Red Queen
Gender:
Female
Race:
Vampire
Job:
Blood Mage
Necromancer
Karma:
-500 (Extremely Evil)
Stats:
HP: 85
MP: 90
Phy. Atk: 80
Phy. Def: 80
Agility: 70
Mag. Atk: 85
Mag. Def: 80
Resistance: 80
Special Ability: 80
Total: 730
Abilities and Powers:
Erzsebet is considered to be the strongest NPC in terms of offensive power and the most capable in battle against enemies of superior numbers and strength. As the "nuclear option NPC" of the Seekers, Erzebet's entire class build is designed around classes specializing in instant death magic capable of ending battles before they even begin. Her offensive strength against living foes is nearly absolute due to her specialization into Blood Magic. Even undead enemies must consider Erzsebet as a significant threat as her Necromancer specialization allows her to easily manipulate undead and raise numerous unending hordes of undead warriors.
Active and Passive Abilities:
Virulent Blood Plague:
Blood Drain:
Blood Seal:
Rebirth:
Sanguine Storm:
Rise Again:
Ashes to Ashes:
Invisibility
Personality:
Erzsébet's personality is modeled after a fictional imagining of Elizabeth Báthory, a 15th century countess and serial killer from the Báthory family of nobility in the Kingdom of Hungary. Erzsébet can be aptly described as a prideful narcissist who "just wants to watch the world burn". Although she is easily one of the most unstable and dangerous NPC within the Palace of Whispers, Erzsébet is still fiercely loyal to the Supreme Ones and is at times willing, with great difficulty, to put aside her own admiration for chaos in order to carry out their orders. Her personality settings were set to have her consider herself to be the true mistress of the Palace of Whispers and its NPC inhabitants as her loyal thralls, although her loyalty to the Supreme Ones will allow her to temporarily break character to follow their will. Erzsebet is constantly at odds with Gwydion, who she views as a major threat to her authority due to the similarity in their roles in the Palace of Whispers. With her mastery over the blood arts and necromancy, Erzsebet sees herself as superior over the living and undead alike, and absolutely cannot view humans as being on an level equal to herself.
Background:
Erzsebet is the second of Kirishima's creations after Mercuria, and was designed to be the "final boss" of the Palace of Whispers to be encountered by any YGGDRASIL players that managed to invade its halls. As such, her overall stats easily overwhelm the stats of any other NPC within the Palace of Whispers. Due to her extremely high stats, Erzsebet also has the highest revive cost of all the NPCs and therefore was designed to only reveal herself to engage players once they had managed to enter the Throne Room of the Palace of Whispers after they had broken through all other the NPC defenses.
Name:
Conquest
Epithet:
Deliverer of Promised Victory
Gender:
Male
Race:
Nephilim
Karma:
+200 (Good)
Abilities and Powers:
To be added
Personality:
Noble, honorable and righteous, Conquest is a true leader at heart with a warrior's spirit. He takes great pride in his skill in the art of war and command and longs for the day where he and the other Horsemen are able to fight against a worthy opponent. Conquest's tactical-mindedness is what makes him an especially capable leader, allowing him to formulate a number of adaptable strategies to fit any given situation.
Background:
To be added
Name:
Death
Epithet:
Harvester of Departed Souls
Gender:
Female
Race:
Nephilim
Karma:
-100 (Neutral Evil)
Abilities and Powers:
To be added
Personality:
Mysterious and playful as a cat dangling a captured mouse by its tail, Death is a difficult one to describe. Although she often carries a smile and speaks with a soothing, singing tone, there is always a gleam of danger within her glowing eyes.
Background:
To be added
Name:
Famine
Epithet:
Scourge of Corruption
Gender:
Male
Race:
Nephilim
Karma:
-400 (Extremely Evil)
Abilities and Powers:
To be added
Personality:
With a cold exterior and a heart of ice that could be described as being "pure evil" solidified. Famine delights in bringing pain and torment to his victims, only allowing the suffering to end when he grows bored of their terror-filled screams. He especially enjoys crushing the spirits of those who falsely believe they are strong and powerful, forcing them to realize their true weakness before extinguishing their lives.
Background:
To be added
Name:
War
Epithet:
Blade of Armageddon
Gender:
Male
Race:
Nephilim
Karma:
-50 (Neutral)
Abilities and Powers:
To be added
Personality:
War is the physical embodiment of the perfect warrior - courageous, honorable, and bold. Although he is the most physically imposing of the Four Horsemen, he is also the most loyal and protective of his companions. Although his personality shares many qualities with Conquest, War does not share his moral compass, as he does not believe in the concepts of good or evil.
Background:
To be added
Images used for Kirishima, Gwydion, Erzsebet, The Four Horsemen: |
48,263 | 1,303 | 1 | 1,952 | 703 | Kaz had seen this coming. Really, it was hard to miss. He had always been a part of that end-gamer group sitting around the tavern where they did nothing but talk about random shit all day. The shutdown of YGGDRASIL had been the main topic for months. Granted, he spent more time with his guildmates now, but he still came over time from time, so he knew what was going down. Not to mention the uproar on the forum. They had dozen of petitions, even protests, marches, boycotts. All sorts. He helped with what he could, but deep down, he had always known it was futile. It irked him to end, obviously. This wasn’t something he could just beat into submission, which was why he didn’t know how to deal with it. He had seen it coming, but that didn’t make it any easier.
The tavern he frequented was deserted, as expected. Most of the regulars left long ago; no one wanted to stick around in a dead game. Gamers didn’t have loyalty; they had appetite. He would know. They were probably out there, surfing the web for a new game to dominate. Normally, he would have done just that. It used to be his routine. He didn’t do sentimental attachment and teary exchanges. He didn’t do goodbyes. Gods, the Seekers was a bad influence.
He had his own floor in the guildhall. Perks of being one of the highest ranking members in the guild. However, unlike others, he didn’t have any NPC of his own design. It was the same reason why he didn’t have a dog; he wasn’t interested in the responsibility. After his forth NPC met its end in combat, he had given up creating new ones altogether. He didn’t think too much about that anymore. At this point, he wasn’t sure what his guildmates were doing. They did mention a meeting in the Throne Room, but he didn’t feel like attending yet. There was still time left, he thought to himself as his guild ring activated, placing him on the carpeted floor.
His floor was nothing more than a glorified storage room, to be honest. He received complaints now and then, but he still couldn’t bring himself to care. It was, after all, his floor. He could fill the place with explosives and set everything on fire if he wanted. Actually, he did former already. Kaz didn’t have the habit of stacking his stuffs into storage units. Instead, he just literally left them lying all around. His floor was just a large, empty corridor, supported by cobble stone pillars with a granite passage in the middle leading toward a fancy throne. All around, piles of random junks were stacked high, some even touching the curved ceiling. There was a method in the madness though. The items was stacked quite neatly, if one ever took the time to look. He kept all sorts of things here, from weapons and armors to trinkets and junk items. There was also some gold scattered around in various chests and trunks around the place, but compared to what the Seekers had in their vault, it was just chump change. He didn’t have any security measures installed down here. Why bother? Asides from those creeps who were into playing with polished skulls and wearing leather straps, he would actually have to pay people to take these junks.
He thought of tidying the place up. Believe it or not, sorting through his stuffs always calmed Kaz down. Not that he was panicking or anything. Just indisposed. Slightly out of it. Irked. Irritated. Something along those lines. So he did just that. He sorted through his things. Wordlessly, he navigated the sprawling bowels of his quarters, making sense of the chaos in his own way. Time slipped by, and eventually, he surrendered with a sigh as he looked at the digital clock on his interface. It wouldn’t be long now. He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at his ‘hoard’. Everything he had fought for, every battle, every death, every enemy, every friend… he kept a memento for each and every one of them here. That was why he named this floor the ‘Hall of Memories’. Corny, he knew. But Kiri didn’t let he pick ‘Pussy Wagon’ or something equally embarrassing.
Speaking of the guild founders, he wondered briefly what she was doing at that moment. Probably holding a tea party with all her NPCs. After all, she was the sentimental type. The girl invested so much in this guild. He looked at the guild ring on the middle digit of his left hand, contemplating. He was planning to spend a bit more time in his floor, only planning on turning up at the Throne Room for a few last seconds. Goodbyes weren’t his thing. But in the end, he didn’t go through with his plan. In this situation, maybe he could afford some sentimentality.
The teleportation spell deposited him in the Throne Room seconds later, where he joined others at the round table. Kiri was nowhere to be found, so he assumed she was still having her tea party. The occasion called for alcohol, so he brought some, just small bottles of ale he had lying around, and passed them out. Not that they could get drunk or taste anything, but it was the thought that counted. He didn’t want to get shitfaced here anyway, at least, not yet. He would do that later, in real life.
He talked a little, keeping his conversations light since he figured it was better than awkward goodbyes. His guild mates deserved as much, for putting up with him all these time. Soon enough, Kirishima, the founder, arrived, along with her entourage. He eyed the three NPCs behind her, wondered briefly if they knew of their imminent end. Would they even care, had they known? He looked blankly at the NPCs, wondered what Kirishima put in their code.
When Kiri gave her final speech, Kaz grinned broadly, all teeth and no humor. She sounded awkward, but sincere regardless. If he weren’t such a coward, he would have prepared a speech of his own. But he was, so he didn’t. He just leant back in his seat, eyes skyward, watching the countdown with placid eyes. At the very end though, where it was at number 2 and falling, he managed five words.
“I will miss you guys.”
He didn’t think they would hear it. Because just as he finished, the clock hit zero. He blinked. Around him, YGGDRASIL persisted.
He bolted upright, sending the sword in his lap clattering to the marble floor. The clock was still running. This made no sense. He turned to Kirishima, but she appeared to be just as confused as he was. His other guild mates didn’t fare any better.
“The fuck?”- He blurted, attempting to log out to check the forum. Something like this would probably garner dozen of threads by now. However, the log out sequence didn’t work. In fact, nothing worked at all. He tried the friendlist, the cash shop, the in-game news, the trade chat, even the GM panel. Nothing worked.
He now had a reason to panic.
“Oh shit. You guys tried logging out?”- He turned to look at his guildmates, only to find that they were still around. Meaning they didn’t try, or tried to no avail. This was bad. He wasn’t sure how or why, but they were trapped. Funny how he used to spend hours on end basking in the familiarity of this place, but as soon as he realized he couldn’t leave, cold fear rose to grip his insides.
Amidst the rising panic, he heard the voice of Kiri’s three NPCs. And those weren’t their default lines. He looked at them, his eyes narrowing as he marched over, his strides uncharacteristically ungainly. He stopped in front of the vampire NPC, waving a hand in front of her face in order to get a reaction. –“You’re hearing this, Kiri?”- He basically shouted, his eyes wide like saucers. Then he paused, touching his own lips, feeling movement under his hands. Hell, he could even feel his own lips. His hands were colder than he expected.-“Shit. I’m talking. Like, really talking. God, look! ”
“Holy shit!”- Astonished, he began patting the red-eyed NPC on the head, feeling soft hair in his bare hand. It felt surreal, almost like a dream. Albeit a very, very realistic one. He had dreams before, but this certainly didn’t feel like one. He had checked, bringing his gauntleted hand up and pinching himself. It hurt.
For better or worse, this was real. | Name(s):
KallyKatchmebaby
Kaz, to his friends.
Gender:
Male
Epithet:
The Shatter Mage
Sunderer
Windwhirl Reaper
Race:
Revenant
Former human
Racial Traits:
Enhanced physical strength.
Enhanced physical defense.
Holy spells have reduced effects.
Highly resistance to offensive spells and poison.
Immune to BLEED debuff.
Reduced dodge chance.
Unable to equip head gear, aside from masks.
Susceptible to mind manipulation.
Total Level:
100
Racial Level:
Revenant level 15
Job Level:
Reaper level 5
Berserker level 15
Flayer level 15
Treasure Hunter level 15
Fighter level 15
Brawler level 15
Juggernaut level 5
Karma:
0
Stats:
HP: Exceeds limits
MP: 80
Phy. Atk: 100
Phy. Def: 100
Agility: 30
Mag. Atk: 20
Mag. Def: 100
Resistance: 50
Special Ability: 60
Total: 540+Exceeds limits
Abilities and Powers:
For all intent and purpose, Kaz is a tank. He is a deadly fighter is close-quarter combat, pours exp in a couple of tanky melee classes, has an enormous health pool, high block chance and possesses an impressive array of crowd control skills. The only problem is his reckless play style that contributes little to the group, asides from maybe a huge target for enemies to fire at. While most tanks embrace a defensive tactic, drawing in enemies and taking the brunt of their attacks, Kaz would instead charge face-first into the enemies’ ranks, hacking away to his heart content while paying little mind to his ally’s condition. Hell, he barely even notices his own health, which is why he invests in many self-heals and condition-cleanses through the Reaper and Berserker class. While those did allow him to solo a couple of bosses, albeit very slowly and ineffeciently, they failled when it comes to PvP. His self-heals wouldn’t be able to keep up with the superior dps of player characters, so he embraces more risky tactics: going all out and attempting to kill the opponent before he expires, or taking the enemy with him.
Active and Passive Abilities
Grasping Shadow: A Reaper spell, when casted will summon spectral claws from your own shadow to spread out and drag enemies toward you. Grant life force depends on the number of enemies.
Bloody Feast: A Reaper spell, allowing the caster to reach out to dying or weakened enemies around and forcefully rip out their life force. Grant a moderate amount of life force.
Death’s Embrace: A Reaper spell, when casted will cloak the caster in a shroud of life force, effectively shielding the caster from any type of physical attacks, as the shroud will absorb all damage. Can be sustained until the stored life force runs out. Also, while remaining in shroud, the caster’s health will slowly be restored.
Slice and Dice: A Flayer spell, magically sharpen any blade the caster is holding. Also capable of increasing the reach of the weapon significantly, by forming a type of magical blade around the original blade.
Dearly Departed: A Reaper spell, by imparting a small amount of life force into the fallen corpses around the caster then denote, creating a deadly AOE explosion around the caster. But since the caster isn’t immune to the effects of the explosion, it is recommended to use alongside with Death’s Embrace. Consume a large amount of life force.
Unholy Fervor: A Reaper spell, expending life force to heal the caster.
Scavenger’s March: A Reaper spell, summoning a flock of ravens at the caster’s beck and call. The caster can also reach to each individual and share their senses, however only one at a time. Aside from that, the ravens themselves are quite useless in combat.
‘Face me’: A Berserker shout skill, forcing the affected around them to focus their attacks on the user.
‘Flee’: A Berserker shout skill, instilling a sense of dread and impending doom into the enemies, forcing them to either run or stand frozen in fear.
‘Shake it off’: A Berserker shout skill, allowing the user to ignore any wounds or effects on their person and returning to their full strength for a short period of time.
‘Oblivion awaits’: A Berserker shout skill, revealing weakened or dying enemies to the user and giving the user bonus damage against them.
‘Futile’: A Berserker shout skill, granting the user immunity to any crowd control effects for a brief period.
Primal Rage: A Berserker skill, sending the user into a state of bloodlust. In this state, the user will become stronger, faster and almost impervious to pain or fear. However, the precision of your attacks will decrease significantly.
Boiling Blood: A Berserker skill, sacrificing a small amount of the user’s own health to provoke several enemies in close proximity around into a stage of uncontrollable fury and recklessly charge at the user head-on. The skill targets either PHY.DEF and MAG.DEF, using the weaker stat as modifier. The weaker the stat, the longer the duration and more effective the skill gets.
Dancing Darkness: A Reaper skill, turning the user into a windwhirl of shadow and blades.
Relentless Pursuit: A Reaper skill, allowing the user to charge forward with incredible force, demolishing everything unfortunate enough to get in the way.
Weight Of Living: A Reaper skill. By slamming their weapon against the ground with great force, the user can create shockwaves to push enemies back and crush those standing too close.
Devastating Aura: A Berserker skill. When using Primal Rage, the user will get the option to activate this skill at the cost of health. Once activated, the user will be surrounded by an aura of bloodlust so powerful that it causes damage to enemies and allies standing in the user’s melee range.
Bonus Abilities:
Cheat Death: A Revenant passive. Revenants are often considered pseudo undead, as they are demonic spirits that inhabit a living body, holy spells don’t affect them as they do real undead. However, spells that have no effects on undead will still affect them normally.
Tainted Blood: A Revenant passive, granting increased strength and stamina. Also, as a revenant’s blood is pitch black and quite thick, they are immune to BLEED effect and poisons affect them slower.
Rigor Mortis: A Revenant passive. While still technically alive, revenants suffer a penalty to their AGITLITY, as their bodies aren’t really their own. However, they gain bonus PHY. DEF thanks to the hardened muscles.
Foot In The Grave: A Revenant racial skill, activates everytime the user receives a fatal blow. The user will then remain standing, but must kill at least one enemy in thirty seconds to stay alive. If successful triggered, the user will be restored a moderate amount of health.
Main Equipment:
Hag’s Knucklebone: DD’s trusty gauntlet which he wears on his right arm, an item unique to the Reaper class, grants the wearer the ability to absorb life force through it. It can also extend at will to grasp enemies or objects from afar. Also doubles as a shield thanks to the tough material. A Legendary class item.
GG: A long sword of simple design, also usable only by the Reaper class. While it doesn’t boast the elaborated appearance of other divine swords, but its power is by no means lacking. It has the standard life force leech that allows the user to gain life force by successfully hitting the enemies. Furthermore, it gives the user the skill called “Necrotic Slash”, which basically a single shockwave that can negate magic and damage MP. A divine item.
Tormented Soul: The mask given to players when they successfully unlocking the Revenant race. Aside from cool looking (debatable), the mask will grant wearers night vision and face protection. Also it will tell other users that you have managed to die so many times the game took pity and decided to give you something. A relic item.
Wyrmskin Pail: A bucket-shaped leather bag made from various types of skin, in spite of its name. While it has infinite storage space, it can only hold whatever you can fit in there. Since it’s roughly the size of your everyday bucket, good luck squeezing a set of armor in there. A relic item.
The Shadowrunner: A stylish (also very debatable) pair of black leather boots that increase the wearer’s running speed and reduce fall damage. A relic item.
Bloody Death: A set of light leather armor, usually worn by mages. Its sole ability is self-repairing. Also quite stylish.
Background:
A private person and veteran internet surfer, Kaz rarely let slip any information about his life in the real world. To only a selected few, he told them his name was Sander, and he was just a bored guy working in HR. Any more questions about his personal details were often answered with either nonchalant shrugs or bad pick-up lines. Ever since the launch of the game, Kaz had been around, clawing his way to the top. In his early days, his strategy was rather safe. He stuck to the guides, played the meta and hung with all the cool kids. It was not really his preferred style, but of course, it paid off. He joined the ranks of end-gamers after a few years, clearing out the toughest dungeons on a daily basic with his guildmates. However, once he had reached the optimal strength of his chosen class, he wished to switch to another role, since the condition damage necromancer build he currently had was getting tiring to play. He began leveling the Reaper class, despite the protests of his fellow guildmates. They then seized many of his equipments from the vault, demoted him to the backup team of the guild and threatened to kick him out if he didn’t take up the Necromancer class again. This earned them his irk, so he retaliated, by flooding the vault with junk items and trolling the guild’s forum with multiple accounts. Eventually, of course, they kicked him, but Kaz didn’t really care anymore. He got tired of playing the ‘right’ way.
Afterward, his play style changed drastically. Kaz ran headlong into battles, met death halfway and generally just bringing hell down on any dungeon party unfortunate enough to invite him on the LFG chat. This strategy cost him of course; he wasted a fortune on reviving himself over and over again. But it wasn’t without reward: he eventually got the Revenant race, which only led to him embracing his high risk hight reward play style even more. Despite being a Heteromorphic player, Kaz didn’t really run into much discrimination though. Sure, people hated him, but that was more because he was a self-serving asshole who only cared for his own amusement than the fact that he used an undead race. Besides, at that point, he was already high-leveled and infamously suicidal, so no one in their right mind would go bother him. They did block him quite often on the LFG chat though, which resulted in him running dungeons solo most of the time and racking up quite a number of deaths, each more pathetic and spetacular than the last. But it also did earn him his signature weapon, the long sword ‘GG’, so he did consider all those time spent dying was worth it. Aside from charging to his death in dungeons, Kaz also spent his time completing achievements, collecting random junks and just generally getting into arguments with strangers on the Trade chat. The community over there was rather toxic, but he enjoyed it nonetheless, opting to fool around with trolls than joining another guild.
His first run-in with the Seekers of Fate was back when they were still a fairly new mercenary guild. He was up to his usual routine back then, sitting in a tavern near the starter zone and getting into a heated argurments about the importance of fuzzy footwear. One of his associates then made a random comment about a fight happening right outside, so out of curiousity, Kaz poked his head out and watched the commotion. It was one of those inccidents involving Heteromorphic players again, with a group of human bullies. Kaz only watched though, not interfering, despite his own race. In truth, he was no better them. Back when he was still with his old guild, they did this sort of thing all the time. Easy money, quick exp and a momentary illusion of gradeur. He understood the temptation. Beside, he also knew why most races disliked heteromorphic players so much. It was because their superior racial abilities. By using a heteromorphic race, it was almost like you was using easy mode. The elitist hated that sort of thing, while the low leveled made used of the heteromorphic folks’ steep learning curve and robbed them blind while they were still weak.
The leader of the Seekers showed up after a while though, and stopped the fight. He went back inside then, returning to his discussion. The day after that, she came back, accopanying the new players of her guild this time. And for the next few days, she did the same. Kaz was puzzled by this sort of actions. Most notable guilds didn’t recruit new players. They contributed little and were often more trouble than they were worth. So he approached Kirishima with questions, and upon hearing her answers, he found himself… pleasantly surprised. The Seekers were an idealistic bunch. The type of players he thought had long extincted in games like this. So he laughed a little. And he joined them.
He was fairly new to the guild, and given his less than respectable past, Kaz tolerated the distrust thrown his way. He still did his best to contribute to the guild, turning in all sort of materials and gold while doing guild missions diligently. It didn't make him pleasant company though, or stop him from skipping duties sometimes to go chatting in the taverns.
Trivia:
Kaz is left-handed. Or at least, his avatar in YGGSDRASIL is.
He does not have any NPC, but instead keeps a variety of expendable summons to assist him.
He love telling stories. He love listening to them even more.
Speech color |
48,264 | 1,303 | 2 | 75 | 76 | Silence, Yes this was what he would often do when he was thinking over his next course of action. It was the endless silence in his own chamber. A rather basic one at that. It held a bed, a weapon rack where he would place his weapons when he came into it. And of course the chair near a bookshelf. For him to at least have something to read. Though the game lore did intrigue him at times, it was merely so that he could keep up if they ever updated something new.
But this time it was difference. He moved his gauntlet from his face as he leaned back in his chair. It's Victorian like look was merely something to appease his own like in fashion. It was a blue-black color, and seemed to blend fit it's surroundings rather well. The stone wall, and the tapestry that was placed over the minor things like the small table in the corner with bread and ale on it. Yes, today was different. The end of a game he had spent much time on, one of the only games he didn't just play solo permanently on. A game that he truly enjoyed. Such a perfectly imperfect world. It's own lively twisted land, with it's own beautiful and fear inspiring creatures. Often made him wonder what life in such a world really was like. Sure, mankind had held it's hatred, it's racist antics and more. But in consideration with this world, it wasn't even close to the same. We had no orcs or elves, nothing of the such in our world. It was why games like this could exist. He tapped his left hands fingers lightly across the arm of the chair. Tapping the dark mahogany with his hand. Though he laughed at a moment, thinking about how toilets and other aspects had existed already in this world. Well....in this guild. Their leader was rather inventive to say the least. And they seemed to believe that having plumbing would be the perfect means of fun for their characters. It was hard to think about relieving yourself without it. It would dirty the outside that is for sure.
He sighed, looking over the list of people who where online in the guild. Most of them seemed to be the ones who joined way before him. Made sense, they were more valued in the end. The clock seemed to tick slowly in these last few moments. Almost like his mind was trying to take in all the last bits before it. The beauty that seemed to spread across the world. Of course, he was merely in his own room. But that didn't mean he couldn't think about the world. The detail that the guild went into in order to make this guild. He closed his eyes as the count down finished, taking a deep breath as he waited to be kicked from this world. As the server would shut down. Removing all the players.
He waited, and waiting some more before re-opening his eyes. There it still stood the server was still active the large door before him still stood closed, the altar (purely for looks and rp reason) still rested in the far right corner. He stood up, pushing himself up mostly with both his hands, pressing down on the arms of the chair. Though the sudden sound of a voice he knew all the well came invading into his head.
“Charlemagne~” it echoed lightly, a playful melodic tone. “What are you doing? Why don't you just bring me.”
Then came silence as he looked over to the weapon on the rack. He wasn't even actually going outside, yet it still called to him cause he stood up. What a needy weapon..he thought and turned to the alter for a moment only to see something rather odd.
What could only be called darkness mixed with blood began to pool before it as tendrils came down from the walls near it. Slowly white started to appear as bones began to form then from that a wave of red like substance flooded up, latching onto the bones like little hands as it built up the textures around the body, and then came the flesh. Ripping threw the muscle tissues as if being spewed out and covering the body. The red eyes appearing when she blinked. Her fangs, exposing as she opened and closed her new mouth and the black and red like clothing seemed to just flutter into her own existence.
“Transformation?” He stated as calmly as he could as he watched this being appear before him. Before the altar. “Is...is that you Ma – Lee?” He stated watching her carefully as the final pieces came together.
“Of course it is Charlemagne. I thought I would change my form~ what do you think? Better?” She seemed to be happy about her sudden transformation. But was she always able to do that? It was something to ponder. He looked to the ax. It still stood their hauntingly, nothing really changed about it. Looking back to the blood that seemed to be trickling all down the alter he just sighed. His mind still trying to understand what was going on. But to be honest, blood wasn't the issue...the transformation she decided to take, was very Halloween like he guessed, disturbing in it's own way. But why?
He looked away from her for a moment, and looked to the door once more. What was really happening? Why hadn't he been kicked? Surely he didn't need to log out himself...not like he could sleep anyways after that fun event. Though he had seen much in his time in service, among other things. Allowing him the luxury of not being too phased by it. It sadly didn't give him the...nerve to sleep properly. It wasn't until he thought about it that he noticed that her mouth was matching the words she was saying. Wasn't it normally just a generic animation? There was way to much. He remembered their people a notice about having to go to the round table in order to participate in that ending of the game event. He pushed open his wooden door and her the light trotting of feet behind him. Knowing it was his ever so fun curse that followed him. She seemed to be...real. This was annoying, it was best to see if their was a possibility of others...as such he began walking towards the room, down the hall with his Ma-Lee close behind. | Charlemagne :
Name(s):
•Charlemagne
Gender:
•Male
Race:
• Human
Epithet:
• The Betrayer
• The Cursed
• Wandering Exorcist
Race:
• Human
Total Level:
• 100
Racial Level:
• N/A
Job Level:
• Knight 15
• Paladin 10
• Exorcist 10
• Inquisitor 5 – A specialist in hunting down “heathens”, and evil classes. Using detective work, traps and “divine” guidance.
• Blacksmith 15
• Other: 45
Karma:
• +100
Stats:
• HP: 100
• MP: 25
• Phy. Atk: 100
• Phy. Def: 80
• Agility: 100
• Mag. Atk: 20
• Mag. Def: 100
• Resistance: Limit Exceed
• Special Ability: 100
• Total: Limit Exceed (known skills (without the limit exceed) 625)
Abilities and Powers:
• Charlemagne, is a close range fighter for the most part. A mage killer in some people views with his high resistance and magic defense. He often rather learn about his target before taking any action against them. Over all his skills range in tactics, planning and helping a group. In one on one he is no push over either (having become an inquisitor he needed to travel alone a lot). He will use the battlefield to his advantage, and is often willing to sacrifice himself if need be. He has died fighting against entire guilds to protect cities from being raided for their items. He uses Ryora, his two handed broad sword (can be used as a one hander or a two hander) with pride of his old crusader days. And could careless about the numbers he has to fight. However, this depends on one variable. Malevolence.
When possessed by Malevolence, the nearest target is going to be in for quite a surprise. As the use of the ax will occur without a second thought. As other have literally killed their friends, or cared for ones around them. The mind of malevolence is simple, as much pain as possible before they are killed, and build as much fear as needed to keep their “master” ready.
Active and Passive Abilities (Optional):
• Soul Count Down: No matter where Malevolence is, the violent visions will continually get worse till she's fed. Thanks to Charlemagne's amazing resistance (Limit Exceed) He has a much longer Count Down. However, it doesn't make the experience anymore pleasant. When the countdown hit's Zero he gets possessed by the weapon.
• Aura Of the Betrayer (Passive): After Gaining the Achievement, Betrayer, His character gained the Aura of the Betrayer. Where a person would gain 2000 reputation for example he would get zero. In fact, some quests may make him fall into the negative. The aura comes from the ax, an eternal warning of what he has done.
• Aura of the Crusader (Passive): Grants the people around him and himself a boost to undead based spells. Gives off a calming presence to NPCs.
• Turn Evil: The ability to turn away undead in fear.
• Exorcism (Tier 5) : Spirituality allows him to rip out possessed spirits from beings. It also can kill Undead and Demons.
Over Rank Magics (Optional):
• Mass Exorcism : The area of a battlefield is hit with a massive “attack” that purges all “evil” based creatures. Hitting them with a powerful exorcism that will kill them or attache stat degrading effects( A massive Stat debuff, lowering all stats to low levels.). It also tells the Inquisitor the location of the evil beings. This attack is rather potent against Heteromorphic Groups of Demons and Undead, but will hit anyone who is naturally Evil.
Bonus Abilities (Optional, heteromorphic characters only):
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Special Skills (Optional):
• Divine Guidance: Summoning on the power of the “divines” he is able to track down his target on the map. Showing him the location of them.
Main Equipment:
• Malevolence (Divine) : The forging of this ax was part of a massive quest chain that was a one time event based. Though not many people were able to complete the quest as it had a variety of needs necessary for it. The weapon itself is somewhat of a curse. The Ax was forged by dragon's blood with runic curses along the blade. Said to make it into an almost unbreakable metal. For it's powers to be fully realized, the player had the kill an entire village. As the blade consumed their souls, it constantly whispers it's intent to it's owner. Generally in a form of some kind. The blade's “sex” in it's form was determined by the way it was made, and the properties it contained. Whenever the weapon kills something it traps and consumes the soul. Essentially making the ax quite a violent doom weapon. The ax is also bound to it's owner by a blood oath. Forever attached to their soul. (most of this was originally flavor text about the weapon) It is said, if the weapon isn't “fed” it will possess it's owner, and go hunting for it's own food. Represented in the game by loss of character for a few moments. The character going into a hunt and attacking npcs (or other players in pvp).
• Armor Set of the Vigilant Crusader(Legendary) : A standard plate set that was needed for his former guild. Before their fall all the captains of the groups were commanded to have this armor. It increases mental resistances (brain washing) and resistance to undead spells and effects. However, when against holy spells it's probably better off just wearing nothing. The armor was often seen as useless because of this. Being it didn't give anything in bonus to anything other then against Undead and Demons.
• Ryora (Legendary): His standard sword he uses when fighting against people in combat, in his former guild it was the graduation weapon you got. Made from the smiths in the guild. It's a two handed broadsword.
Personality (Optional):
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Background:
Charlemagne had no real problem with playing on his own. For the most part he would just grind to get the levels materials or whatever it was that he would need. This, didn't last though. As it was a common thing he would often do in most of his MMO experiences he decided this time, to finally take a step and try to raise up the ranks of the a guild. And to take it to the next step, take part of an RP PVP guild. He felt whatever game it was that he would want to take in hand for it. It would have to be a big one with liberties. Which was why he managed to get his hands onto the game of YGGDRASIL. The World and more seemed to be perfect for the play style he was going to try to get himself into. He planned out his character, and build up his own profile on it. Keeping in up with his own choices. He jumped into the first RP PVP guild he found. “The Order of Sanctums Lost”. Quite the tongue full he thought at the time. Being a mere level one. But they accepted him as an soldier of arms.
The Guild, TOSL (The Order of Sanctums Lost), was a crusade style guild. They were a “holy” order that believed in the protection of the non-evil races. They believed in upholding the defense and guardianship of all the Human, and to a lesser extent Demi-human races. From the twisted plague that was some of the Heteromorphic races. He didn't fully understand the logic. But he would play in character. A dutiful recruit wanting to climb up the ranks to further carry on their cause. He would find out the hard way, that the way to the top wasn't the easy way. And for the most part the climb was very very steep.
His first mission would always mark him for his entire life of which in total only 2 missions would mark him this much. This being obviously the first one. Even though he was merely playing a character. He got his first official mission with a small squad. They were to infiltrate a Heteromorphic base. Mostly Undead and Demon types. Something that his character at least was more then willing to jump onto. They made up a whole story behind it, about them assaulting a near by village. Killing the villagers and turning them into mindless zombies that followed. It was a load of crap to just get into pvp. Of course it was still fun to rp out the trip their. Following his captain with his fellow acolytes they moved onto the camp. Ambushing them and assaulting them. Their was something wrong though, as they fought back he noticed how some of the players seemed to take this way to seriously, going as far as camping their corpses, and even blowing up corpses and calling in other guild members to camp the zones they may have to come back from. He watched as the one he was supposed to kill lay down before him. Her attacks were well placed but, he had focused a lot on having a rather high resistance when it came to it. And he knelt over her. As she sent him a message. Telling him to please let her go, this was the 9th time this week this happened. He remained silent and killed her. In order to not look good in front of his commander. But his non-rp side felt annoyed at this. Sending her money in game money and an apology about what had happen. Explaining he didn't expect her to feel better from it. And made to make sure she never had to worry about equipment cost or resurrection cost for at least awhile. The money he gave was more then enough.
If it was real life, he character would have probably died of starvation as it was his entire in-game salary for awhile. But he didn't mind. He didn't see it as right, to hunt down a group over and over again.
His climb was slow but eventually he became a captain. Gaining armor, a sword and even titles to go with his name. Though of course most was just flavor text, he did get his favorite sword from this achievement. A blade he would work to make more powerful as he climbed up in levels so that he'd never have to throw it away. Forever a memory of his past, and the deeds he had to do both for and behind the scenes. His character was feared, RP wise he was rather zealous, and a minor Xenophobic of any race that wasn't human. However, he wasn't that way when he wasn't in character. Often, fighting other guilds to protect those in trouble. He wasn't always rping obviously. And he didn't realize this was a rule..
The Rising Darkness event occurred as a one time event for Halloween. It was a massive quest chain that ended in getting a divine weapon. It was only open for certain classes, and for the most part needed the “handle of cursed burnt remains”. A rather obnoxious title to say the least. Regardless this began a quest, that would bring you to a village that was available for this event. You could come here even without the quest at the time, as they would have a rather wide range of items for sale for just about everyone under the sun. The quest would then begin to shift to helping this village building up reputation with them. Doing meaningless tasks, like gathering things, killing certain creatures. All as the quests seemed to be given by two different quests givers. One that gave the quests being the town elder, the other was a mystic man. Draped in rugged black robes, and a hood that covered his face. He was old from this textures on his flesh but overall, the character seemed to be monotone and at times would shift about. Indeed a Shady character. Fitting for a Halloween event.
At the coming of the maximum trust with the village. An event would trigger. A massive dragon would come down from the sky. Causing the ground to shake with each pound of it's massive wings. It's roar vibrating the building and shattering windows. It was rather intense. Leading to you having to beat the dragon with the villagers. After the beating of this dragon, you are looked as a hero of the village. And given an heirloom from the village. A marker of one of their heroes. This would now trigger the dark side of the quest. Something most people didn't seem to bother doing. But he couldn't help himself, he was a rather curious fellow when it came to story lines and he wanted to see this one threw. Walking to the hooded figure with the weapon of your choosing (that you managed to get from the last quest for that chain) would begin the quest chain named “Malevolence”. Almost as haunting as the name the deeds needed would come from a variety of living and dead things. Needing to gathering up, blood of 100 dragons, and using the tainted blood of a succubus and demon to taint the holy weapon in your hand. Doing this bound the weapon to only you. No one else would be able to use the weapon besides yourself. Then, having it reforged in the necrotic tomb of corruption. Lots of cheesy names, that was what he would constantly think while doing the quest. The ending though, this got to him. He did it to see the end, but had no idea of what would occur. The Ax finished it was a demonic looking weapon. Nothing like the holy weapon it once looked like, but in order to finish the deed, it needed the blood of 500 people who trust you outright. It needed their souls. At first he figured it could just be anything. Trying it on things it did nothing, then after awhile he noticed a count down timer in the side of his screen. Not thinking much of it, he finished some dailies and started to notice a girl in the distance moving closer. And whispers in his headset. All scripted obviously,
as this was all part of his story chain but it was still creepy none the less.
The girl would eventually appear on and off near him. Often grasping at him to take his arm or hand. Her face was bleeding from all openings. Eyes, nose, mouth ears. Her flesh pale and her body would twitch viciously as an eerie death gargle could be heard replaced with a lower echoed growl....he couldn't take it anymore at one point and went to the town where the old man was. Noticing he wasn't their. And for some reason all the denizens around were red. The girl would appear beside them, the people as they looked at his character. Almost disgustedly, the village elder coming up to him and demanding to know what he did and suddenly he lost control of his character. His count down timer, had reached zero. And he began killing everyone in the village. One by one they fell, the laughing of the girl could be heard as his character swung and killed everything around him. The counter climbing up to the needed 500 fast. If he had known...he probably wouldn't have gone this far either. All the humans were butchered. Anything alive, cats, dogs, children, deer the random talking door. After the frenzy was done, he was given a rather interesting achievement, “The Betrayer”. His reputation of all his locations dropped into the negatives. Ranging from towns to any npc group. Though he knew, to be honest he didn't need the towns. Not if he wanted to repair and such. All the players could do that. And he was part of a guild.
When he returned to his guild he was removed from it. Stating in RP, that the mass slaughter of innocent people wasn't right. And the Order would not stand by it. For the most part they should have executed him. But they felt banishing would be the best action. For the world outside would be far worse then the world inside. Of course the guild member out of character told him to leave as he betrayed the entire guild. And he should kill himself all that childish insults. However, he found it ironic they would preach about slaughtering innocent people. While hunting down and killing Heteromorphic for fun. Yah, that made sense, but it's how it went when it came to these things. Once more he was put out onto his own. Not letter this get to him, he set out with his gear and walked threw the game itself. Still keeping in character, but adding the events that past into his profile.
For awhile, he thought he was actually alone. Protecting what he could with his sword. His ax merely a weapon only for the worse of cases. As nothing in his collection could even come close to it's power. The counter however, decided to remind him of the event that took him from his guild. They made him kill 500 npcs that trusted him. Yes...it came back. The girl moving about randomly at a distance as she watched from the bushes, the trees. From in distance buildings. Slowly coming closer and getting more grotesque with each movement. Twitching violently. Reaching out to him, and whispering to him to use his ax. He wasn't about to let this happen again, that fear like tactic he'd seen before. Losing control of your character for like 2 minutes? That was just annoying. But he couldn't bring it upon himself to just delete the weapon. It too, held it's place in his story.
On the last day, of trying to kill something to make the ax work he stumbled upon a group of Heteromorphic walking down the animal pass. It was obvious they were in a party. They were also all lower leveled players. They seemed to be having fun. He merely just watched. He wasn't going to kill them for no reason, though...if he had to he may have to sacrifice one of them, and then help pay for their resurrection...that was before he noticed a group of human and demi human races jump out of bush. An ambush on these low levels? They were all high level too. Pathetic. His character had been laying down staring at the sky this whole time. Looking between the leaves of the deciduous trees. But this wasn't going to pass on his watch. He pressed a button to have his character get up rp style and began to walk towards the fight.
Fight they did. They tried to hold off the assault but at this level they stood no chance. Being pushed back. Their females falling first to the ground. Not yet killed merely stunned as some of the guys did the general kiddish victory dance over them. They were the first to be cut down. His ax sung threw the air, it's mere swing seeming to give off a dark and twisted howl. As it eviscerated threw armor and flesh, causing them to fall to the ground. They were dead, all of them had been killed, next up was the last 6 of the group. He wouldn't have the benefit of a ambush attack like they did now. They turned to see him, it had been sometime since he pvped. But he didn't care, he turned the ax in his hand as his blond hair flashed back and a twisted grin seemed to be painted on his characters face. Perfect it matched the one on his own face in real life as they charged to one other. The zone erupted into combat as a 100 fought against clearly people who had never fought anything other then low levels. They were around 90-100 themselves. But they didn't know how to deal with him. The mage fired off a spell to debuff him only to see it do no damage...not only that he barely even flinched as he took on their paladin. The ax seeming to induce a fear aura, dropping their characters hit chance and added in a erode armor stack on anything he hit. He chuckled to himself at this ax's seemingly twisted power.
The fight lasted for a bit. Even though they didn't fight against another pvp in serious pvp before their was still 6 of them, and one mistake would get him killed. Defeating the purpose of saving the Heteromorphic around him. On the reach of the last one. He had his character use a grab command. Picking the knight off his feet. And he crushed the knights neck. Throwing it aside before having his character (for rp purposes) fall to his butt. The other Heteromorphic seemed to run up to him, thanking him. Obviously they weren't role players. So he didn't really reply as he would normal. With uncertainty and such as would come from his character. But with an honest no problem. They talked to him about a guild called Seekers, a protection guild for them. A sort of safe haven. And if he wanted, he could come with them. They would even pay him to follow and protect them from being attacked. He brushed it off. Saying they didn't need to pay him anything. Just he couldn't follow them into cities or near them because he would get attacked by the guards. The very things built into the game to protect anyone who broke the law. They merely laughed and introduced themselves. One, of the females were very happy. Adding him as a friend and more. He merely complied it was good to have made friends again.
For the most part, joining the Seekers wasn't as he thought it would be. It wasn't easy to get in for one. The heteromorphics of the group didn't trust him. Rightly so as he still wore the colours of his old guild. But, his reputation of being basically an amazing pvper and having participated in tournaments would seem to let him in. Though at a very low spectrum of the guild. Listening to orders from those higher then him. (Which essentially was everyone)
Trivia:
• Beware Malevolence. She will attack and torture anyone, without a second thought. After she is sated, Charlemagne will gain back his body.
• Destroying Malevolence will possibly lead to side effects to the soul it's bound to (Charlemagne in this case).
Name(s):
• Malevolence
• Ma – Lee.
Gender:
• None, Avatar Female, prefers female reference.
Epithet:
• Soul Reaper
Race:
• Cursed Demonic Weapon Avatar
Total Level: n/a
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Racial Level: n/a
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Job Level: n/a
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Karma:
• -500
Abilities and Powers:
• Ma – Lee isn't able to do anything in her avatar form. This standing she can still move things and interact with the world around her.
Active and Passive Abilities (Optional):
• Possession (Weapon): Malevolence has the ability to possesses Charlemagne after a set amount of time. This power is passive, and is a goal for her.
• NPC Reputation Negative (Weapon): She effects the way people look at Charlemagne by giving them a negative feeling about him. She doesn't seem to care though. This passive applies to only non-created characters. Or character's not made by players. As they technically aren't part of a “npc faction” like villagers, guards and such. They are part of the player or guild factions.
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Over Rank Magics (Optional): N/A
Bonus Abilities (Optional, heteromorphic characters only): N/A
Special Skills (Optional):
• Posession (Weapon) Effect : She is able to possess Charlemagne, even with his limit exceed resistance.
Main Equipment: N/A She is a weapon.
Personality (Optional):
• She is quite the mix of a personality. She adores torture, gore and death. Delights in the sight of pain to others, and loves consuming souls. She pushes to try to make Charlemagne use her constantly. Though until the new world, she was never scene by anyone else but him. Often whispering to him, to try to make him fall into using her as per her code. How she will react now that others can see her is to be seen.
Background:
• She has been with Charlemagne since he began the quest chain to make her. Though not known to him at the time.
Trivia:
• She has never been seen before. When entering the new world, she reconstructed her body(avatar). Believing this would make Charlemagne use her more often.
• She doesn't wish for harm to occur to Charlemagne. Even though she clearly enjoys the pain and gruesome torture of others.
She is a special NPC. Not targetable by other characters (or players). Essentially immortal. However she can't harm other pc's or characters either. She is merely an avatar, not "really there". |
48,265 | 1,303 | 3 | 2,302 | 161 | Shit. I’m talking. Like, really talking. God, look!
Upon observing Kaz's surprised remark, Kirishima moved her hand to her mouth for confirmation. Contrary to what she had expected if she really was in YGGDRASIL, the first thing she felt was the sensation of her hand touching upon her chin. However, several senses did not exist in YGGDRASIL, and touch was one of them.
Although she was at a complete lost at whatever was happening to them currently, several theories floated to the surface of Kirishima's unusually calm and rational mind:
Theory #1. The developers of YGGDRASIL had accidentally released the successor to YGGDRASIL, a more advanced version with additional senses. That would explain the suddenly increased realism of their surroundings as well as the seemingly lifelike behavior of the NPCs' behaviors. The flaw with this theory: No mention about a YGGDRASIL 2 had been mentioned in any communication from the company. They were very clear that YGGDRASIL was to be shut down and no further releases were planned.
Theory #2. The YGGDRASIL developers had gone rogue or otherwise insane and trapped all players inside the game for whatever reason. That would explain why the Log Out, Contact GM, and every other system interface was currently inaccessible. However, that would not explain the sudden increase in realism of their surroundings. The flaw with this theory: it was based completely on past fictional stories about virtual reality MMOs and several anime shows and movies were created based on this exact scenario. The probability of the fictional death-game virtual MMO scenario was nearly zero.
Theory 3#. Everything around them was completely real. The Palace of Whispers was a real fortress, she was an actual Android, and Kaz beside her was an actual Revanant. And before them, was an actual master illusionist, a shapeshifting master assassin, and an incredibly powerful insane vampire. So far, there was no evidence to disprove this theory, although what could not be explained was "how" this situation came to be.
Further evidence to support Theory #3 became apparent when Kirishima realized just how calm and rational her mind had remained in this situation when she would definitely be panicking and screaming, or at least some sort of anxiety like Kaz had shown.
But there was none. Despite the completely bizarre scenario she had found herself in, she felt perfectly calm. In fact, she quickly realized she didn't feel much of anything at all, other than her physical senses. Had she really become her YGGDRASIL character, an android?
“Holy shit!” Kirishima heard Kaz exclaim as he had just used his hand to pat the red-eyed Erzsebet on the head. Glancing towards his direction, Kirishima caught sight of a creeping grin on Erzsebet's bloodied lips as the crimson glow in her eyes flared out.
In an inhumanly quick movement, Kirishima grabbed out at Kaz and swiftly pulled him back away from Erzsebet as one would quickly yank a friend out of the way of an incoming bus. As Erzsebet's creator, Kirishima knew certain things about the vampire that Kaz did not.
First, was that from what she observed, each of the NPCs was behaving exactly as she had written in their character descriptions when she created them. First, Erzsebet was designed to be incredibly dangerous with a mind on the verge of complete insanity, therefore her behavior had to be considered unpredictable and likely dangerous. Second, if the NPC's numerical statistics had carried over to this "new world", then she and Kaz were standing before the strongest NPC contained within the Palace of Whispers.
As the single strongest raid-class NPC, Erzsebet was designed to be strong enough to single-handedly defeat several hundreds of fully-equipped and well-coordinated level 100 players without any additional support. Not even the entire guild of Seekers of Fate could defeat Erzsebet without at least some preparation and strategy. However, in their current state of ignorance and confusion, the probability was essentially zero.
"Kaz, listen to me very carefully - you do not want to be that close to Erzsebet, never mind patting her on the head!" Kirishima quietly whispered to Kaz's ear, hopefully out of earshot of the other now very lifelike NPCs.
Looking back towards Erzsebet, half-expecting for the vampire to leap and attack them at any moment. However, Erzsebet had not even taken a step forward from where she stood. Instead, she was tenderly rubbing the spot on her head where Kaz had patted.
"Oh, to be granted a loving touch from a of the Supreme One!" A crazed wail escaped from the vampire's lips as her speech derailed towards unintelligible muttering about being "blessed", "undeserving", and several mentions about "Supreme Ones". By "Supreme Ones", did she mean Kaz? By the plural "Ones", did she mean to include Kirishima?
The thought then occurred to Kirishima that perhaps the NPCs were not hostile towards Kaz and herself. But the thought that they would be worshiped by her creations was completely unexpected. She had to confirm that they were loyal, at least to her.
"Gwydion, Mercuria, and... Erzsebet," Kirishima began speaking towards the three NPCs before her, trying her best to put forth the most authoritative voice she could despite knowing absolutely nothing about their current situation other than the few theories she had come up with.
"There is something I want to know from each of you. First, who am I to you? Second, to whom do you serve?"
The hooded Gwydion was the first to step forward, already bending at the knee which he rested his arm upon as he lowered his head.
"You are Lady Kirishima, my master and my creator. I, Gwydion, your Master of Illusions, exist to serve your will and that of the Seekers of Fate."
The second was Mercuria, who calmly strode forward in her thin robes of fine white silk. She too stopped beside Gwydion and took on the same kneeling posture.
"Lady Kirishima, you are my one true master, the one who has granted me the gift of existence and to serve your will and that of the Seekers of Fate."
The third and last was Erzsebet, who actually seemed to become somewhat more tranquil compared to her characteristic insane state, came forward and knelt before Kirishima and Kaz.
"Lady Kirishima, you are my creator and the only one I will ever call my master. I exist only to serve as your instrument of chaos and destruction."
If Kirishima was indeed still human, she would have undoubtedly recoiled in pure shock at the NPCs' fervent display of worship before her. To their eyes, she and Kaz were, in Erzsebet's own words "Supreme Ones", whom they regarded like gods.
However, it was somewhat calming to finally put to rest her previous concerns about the loyalty of the three most powerful of her creations. Now that she no longer had reason to regard the NPCs as a possible threat, she now had the opportunity to turn her attention to the surroundings beyond the Throne Room, and even the walls of the Palace of Whispers.
In this situation which she knew nothing of, knowledge of the unknown was of paramount importance. Before she could proceed with figuring out a plan to return to the real world, never mind if such a thing was even possible anymore, she had to learn whether or not there were any threats that existed in this strange new world, and whether or not she and the others at her side could defend against them.
But first, she had to establish whether or not there were any other Seekers that were still within the Palace of Whispers. If there were any Seekers that chose to spend their last moments in YGGDRASIL alone, then perhaps they were brought along to this new world as well. And if they were alone, they were likely to be scared and worried about being trapped.
Although the Contact GM function failed to work, perhaps the normal Message skill could successfully reach any other Seekers that were also brought into this world.
Not completely sure how she would activate such a skill without the assistance of a system interaction menu, Kirishima hoped that concentrating her mind on the concept of a "Message" skill would be good enough. Sure enough, in her mind, Kirishima could almost feel an invisible strand of her own consciousness reaching out into her surroundings, as if probing for something to reach out to it.
"This is Kirishima to any guild members within the Palace of Whispers. If you can hear this, please do not be afraid. We have gathered within the Throne Room and are here waiting for you. Please come here as soon as you can, we have much to discuss about our current situation."
Imagining the strand of consciousness being severed, Kirishima ended the transmission, which she hoped would reach any guild members close by. With the concerns about her fellow Seekers now dealt with, the next issue was about the security of the Palace of Whispers, both within its walls and outside.
Kirishima then looked towards the three NPCs before her, who had all risen back to their feet and were waiting on her attentively as if expecting orders.
Kirishima knew that she would be safest with Gwydion by her side, knowing that with his highest Karma rating out of the three NPCs, he was the least likely to turn against them. Mercuria was a complete mystery as her facial expression remained constantly neutral and lacking emotion, so the probability of her betrayal could not even be estimated. Erzsebet carried the most red flags in terms of safety, and she could not be trusted to venture too far away from the confines of the Palace's walls due to her unpredictability.
"First, we need to establish an understanding of our current surroundings before we can decide our next course of action. Mercuria, I need you to leave the Palace of Whispers and patrol its surroundings. I need to know what is out there, and if there is anything that can pose an immediate threat to us. If you encounter any intelligent life, do not let yourself be detected under any circumstances. Do not interact with any people that may be out there. And Erzsebet, I need you to establish our current state of security within the Palace of Whispers. Patrol its halls and determine whether there are any invaders present or anything that can pose a threat. Under no circumstances are you to attack any of the Seekers."
All three of the NPCs bowed their heads forward in acknowledgement of the orders they were each given, and with the exception of Gwydion, each of them turned to exit the Throne Room and soon vanished from sight.
Now Kirishima had the confirmation she needed that this was no longer YGGDRASIL or anything that could be the result of a virtual MMO company gone rogue. Even the most advanced virtual MMO in existence could not produce any kind of AI able to follow the verbal orders she had just given. In YGGDRASIL, each NPC could only perform actions that they were specifically coded to do. In YGGDRASIL, Mercuria was designed specifically to assassinate high-threat caster-class players and could not be ordered to perform actions other than attack a target or prepare to ambush in a specific location. Likewise, Erzsebet was programmed to always stay within the boundaries of the Throne Room area to act as the Palace of Whisper's final boss. Now, each one of her creations truly acted as if they were independently-thinking living beings, although they seemed to regard her and Kaz as "Supreme Ones" on the level of gods.
The final task now was to establish whether she was still able to utilize magic and other abilities from YGGDRASIL in this new world. If she wasn't even able to cast a single magic spell, then she was truly hopeless to defend herself against anything.
Kirishima then proceeded to give Gywdion his orders.
"Gwydion, use your Illusory Sphere spell to create an environment suitable for a large-scale battle. I would like for us to test out the full extent of our abilities."
"Of course, my Lady, it will take only a moment." Gwydion bowed in response as he proceeded to raise a hand in preparation to cast his spell.
""
What happened first was the sight of the Throne Room rippling wildly, as if everything around her had been submerged within water and she was just noticing the water for the first time. Eventually, the ripples within reality began spreading, merging everything around her into one chaotic mess of shapeless colors.
And then, as if swept by an invisible painter's brush, the swirl of shapeless colors formed itself into an entirely different scene.
Kirishima found herself no longer surrounded by the vastness of the Throne Room, the cool breeze of wind rushing by made this fact incredibly obvious. Green grass was now beneath her feet instead of tiled floors, stretching in all directions as far as the eye could see. Where there were ceilings was now the endless expansiveness of a blue sky, lightly covered with approaching grey clouds.
It was truly was an endless battlefield.
""
With Gwydion's second magical incantation, a bright white beam of light shone down from the illusory clouds above, sweeping horizontally across the endless grasslands.
As the beam of light passed, Kirishima could see new figures appearing upon the vast battlefield. Each figure was covered with heavy black plated armor and armed with a dazzling array of weaponry - swords, spears, bows, shields. Each of their faces were obscured by a matching black plated helmet with a thin eye slit that revealed nothing but darkened shadows.
"Behold, a truly mighty army worthy of testing the strength of the Supreme Ones. Although each soldier is but a forgery, make no mistake, within this Illusory Sphere, their illusory blades are as deadly as blades of forged metal." Gwydion's proud voice boomed over the sound of the light gust of wind roaring across the newly formed battlefield.
Although Kirishima's facial expressions displayed no visible reaction to this new sight, inwardly, she could not help but ponder whether or not she was ready. Her passive racial skill, automatically activated as she carefully inspected each soldier within the walled formation in the distance. Their figures were each clearly outlined by a red colored overlay, indicating they were hostile.
"Each of these soldiers is an NPC, with levels ranging between 60 and 80. Their numbers... is difficult to determine. I'm counting five thousand, no, six thousand, seven..." Kirishima said aloud to Kaz and whoever was also gathered nearby.
"Final count: seven thousand, five hundred soldiers. Average level: 70. If this was still YGGDRASIL, I would say that we could handle this without any problem. However, I don't know whether we still retain our powers and abilities from YGGDRASIL. So, we need to proceed with caution. In the event we are unable to use our magic to defend ourselves..."
Kirishima did not finish her sentence. It was obvious what the consequences were if they were unable to use any magic from YGGDRASIL to defend themselves against this summoned arm summoned army. While Kaz, as a melee-focused fighter, could manage to stand a chance against this army equipped with melee weaponry, Kirishima was a mostly caster-type build, and a poorly optimized build at that. Even if she was to bring out her Fallen Angel Scythe, she did not possess the means to withstand a prolonged close-quarters battle.
Now, if she could just find a way to access her character's inventory...
Acting more on instinct than anything, Kirishima did the first action that felt natural to reach for one of her stored weapons. Feeling her hand pass through some sort of empty void, Kirishima's hand easily found the object it was searching for: her most trusted weapon and the pinnacle of her achievement in YGGDRASIL, the Divine-Class Linearizer Mk II railgun she had constructed from a rare and expensive magical staff weapon. Her fingers quickly found and wrapped around the weapon's grip, pulling it out of the void that served as her inventory space in this new world.
The weapon carried some definite weight to it, but with her enhanced android strength, Kirishima pulled out the full length of the magical railgun, using her left hand to help support its weight. This was the first time she had actually felt the shape and weight of the weapon she considered her greatest invention, as YGGDRASIL never featured the sense of touch within the game.
Finding the switch that controlled the weapon's firing modes, Kirishima absentmindedly flicked through each one: from semi-automatic to burst-fire, to fully-automatic, then back to semi-automatic. Looking at the fully assembled NPC army in the distance and quickly confirming their vastly superior numbers, Kirishima flicked the switch back to "automatic".
"Gwydion, we're ready. Let us begin." Kirishima spoke to Gwydion with a glance as she balanced the length of the railgun against her shoulder, then lowered it in the standard two-handed grip.
"Very well. The battle begins - now."
At once, the entire assembled formation of soldiers moved together as one, first a single step, then two, then as they built up speed, they burst forward into a charge.
As billowing clouds of dust were kicked up by their movements, Kirishima positioned the sights of the railgun to her eyes. Using the flood of tactical information provided by her passive skill, Kirishima took note of each individual soldiers positions, speed, and distance. She could already feel the accelerated processing of her android mind sift through all the data at a rate that would easily overwhelm her normal human self.
The flood was immense and utterly indescribable in mere words. Although she did not truly understand how she was able to perceive all this data and successfully understand it, she could feel her mind already beginning to prioritize each of her targets.
The first priority target had already fallen as she pulled the Linearizer's trigger, unleashing a stream of mana-charged projectiles that let out a loud "buzz - hiss" sound as it charged up and fired. Then the second, the third. The barrel of Kirishima's weapon jerked from side to side as she lined up each of her targets, each pull of the trigger taking down at least one target each time, sometimes several if they were bunched up close together.
Within the first ten seconds of battle, she had already counted several hundred of illusory warriors downed by her weapon, which continued unleashing annihilation in projectile form towards the assembled army of thousands.
""
With Kirishima's magical invocation of her signature spell, the Linearizer suddenly surged with magical energy as the True Void spell manifested itself into projectile form. In YGGDRASIL, the True Void spell was a high-tiered area of effect magic spell that was normally ineffective against players with a moderate amount of resistance against Dark-type spells. However, against woefully-equipped players and non-boss type monsters lower than level 80, it was capable of instantly killing its target.
Pulling upon the trigger to unleash the Linearized spell, a projectile of pure darkness shot out from the railgun's two-pronged barrel directly into the center of the incoming line of soldiers. Upon striking the first soldier, the projectile silently expanded into an encompassing shadowy sphere that effortlessly swallowed up several hundred other nearby soldiers into a dark void, which instantly shrank back into nothingness, leaving behind a sizable gap in their formation.
For the first time since she had arrived in this new world, a very human thought suddenly crossed her mind.
Hey, this is actually... pretty fun. | Name:
Gwydion
"Gwyddy-Two-Shoes" (Nickname by Erzsebet)
Epithet:
The Weaver of Illusions
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Karma:
+300 (Significantly Good)
Stats:
HP: 70
MP: 100
Phy. Atk: 40
Phy. Def: 60
Agility: 50
Mag. Atk: 90
Mag. Def: 90
Resistance: 90
Special Ability: 100
Total: 690
Abilities and Powers:
Gwydion is considered the strongest NPC in terms of ability to manipulate battlefield conditions to create an impenetrable defense through powerful illusion-based magic. Gwydion's class build allows him to use powerful spells capable of warping the fabric of reality within a localized area to create tangible illusions capable of killing. The major drawback of his powerful abilities is that his lethal illusions can only be manifested within a defined area around himself, making him ill-suited for long-distance engagements but making him an especially competent base defender.
Active and Passive Abilities:
Illusory Sphere: An extremely powerful top-tier Illusion-type spell that transforms a large area around the caster. Within this area, all Illusion-type spells cast by the user become tangible and potentially lethal against targets. Besides a time-based limit restricting the area's existence, the Illusory Sphere can also be dispelled by dealing a large amount of damage to the illusory terrain.
Summon Greater Legion of Shadow: Summons a massive army of ebony-armored warriors armed with an array of melee weaponry. Using her Analyze Target racial skill, Kirishima determined the exact number of warriors summoned by this spell is 7500 units.
Personality:
Gwydion is a calm and collected individual who operates completely on the basis of logic. He has great interest in magic, particularly the illusory arts, despite having already possessing great mastery over it. Although he possesses great patience and is normally slow to anger, he is steadfastly loyal to the Supreme Ones and would not hesitate to openly denounce any actions he considers to be offensive towards them. Due to his high Karma and his role as the leader of the Palace of Whispers' defenses, Gwydion often encounters conflicts with Erzsebet, who possesses extremely negative Karma and considers herself the supreme mistress of the Palace of Whispers.
Background:
Gwydion serves as the Commander of Defence for the Palace of Whispers, and coordinates defensive actions of the guardian NPCs in situations where the Palace is under threat of attack. He also serves as the Area Guardian for the Throne Room and tactical advisor for the Supreme Ones should they seek out his wisdom in times of need. Gwydion is also one of the few human NPCs of the Palace of Whispers and was created shortly after the Seekers of Fate opened their membership to the human and demihuman races as a symbolic act to commemorate the Seekers' unification of the three major races.
Name:
Erzsébet Báthory
Epithet:
The Red Queen
Gender:
Female
Race:
Vampire
Job:
Blood Mage
Necromancer
Karma:
-500 (Extremely Evil)
Stats:
HP: 85
MP: 90
Phy. Atk: 80
Phy. Def: 80
Agility: 70
Mag. Atk: 85
Mag. Def: 80
Resistance: 80
Special Ability: 80
Total: 730
Abilities and Powers:
Erzsebet is considered to be the strongest NPC in terms of offensive power and the most capable in battle against enemies of superior numbers and strength. As the "nuclear option NPC" of the Seekers, Erzebet's entire class build is designed around classes specializing in instant death magic capable of ending battles before they even begin. Her offensive strength against living foes is nearly absolute due to her specialization into Blood Magic. Even undead enemies must consider Erzsebet as a significant threat as her Necromancer specialization allows her to easily manipulate undead and raise numerous unending hordes of undead warriors.
Active and Passive Abilities:
Virulent Blood Plague:
Blood Drain:
Blood Seal:
Rebirth:
Sanguine Storm:
Rise Again:
Ashes to Ashes:
Invisibility
Personality:
Erzsébet's personality is modeled after a fictional imagining of Elizabeth Báthory, a 15th century countess and serial killer from the Báthory family of nobility in the Kingdom of Hungary. Erzsébet can be aptly described as a prideful narcissist who "just wants to watch the world burn". Although she is easily one of the most unstable and dangerous NPC within the Palace of Whispers, Erzsébet is still fiercely loyal to the Supreme Ones and is at times willing, with great difficulty, to put aside her own admiration for chaos in order to carry out their orders. Her personality settings were set to have her consider herself to be the true mistress of the Palace of Whispers and its NPC inhabitants as her loyal thralls, although her loyalty to the Supreme Ones will allow her to temporarily break character to follow their will. Erzsebet is constantly at odds with Gwydion, who she views as a major threat to her authority due to the similarity in their roles in the Palace of Whispers. With her mastery over the blood arts and necromancy, Erzsebet sees herself as superior over the living and undead alike, and absolutely cannot view humans as being on an level equal to herself.
Background:
Erzsebet is the second of Kirishima's creations after Mercuria, and was designed to be the "final boss" of the Palace of Whispers to be encountered by any YGGDRASIL players that managed to invade its halls. As such, her overall stats easily overwhelm the stats of any other NPC within the Palace of Whispers. Due to her extremely high stats, Erzsebet also has the highest revive cost of all the NPCs and therefore was designed to only reveal herself to engage players once they had managed to enter the Throne Room of the Palace of Whispers after they had broken through all other the NPC defenses.
Name:
Conquest
Epithet:
Deliverer of Promised Victory
Gender:
Male
Race:
Nephilim
Karma:
+200 (Good)
Abilities and Powers:
To be added
Personality:
Noble, honorable and righteous, Conquest is a true leader at heart with a warrior's spirit. He takes great pride in his skill in the art of war and command and longs for the day where he and the other Horsemen are able to fight against a worthy opponent. Conquest's tactical-mindedness is what makes him an especially capable leader, allowing him to formulate a number of adaptable strategies to fit any given situation.
Background:
To be added
Name:
Death
Epithet:
Harvester of Departed Souls
Gender:
Female
Race:
Nephilim
Karma:
-100 (Neutral Evil)
Abilities and Powers:
To be added
Personality:
Mysterious and playful as a cat dangling a captured mouse by its tail, Death is a difficult one to describe. Although she often carries a smile and speaks with a soothing, singing tone, there is always a gleam of danger within her glowing eyes.
Background:
To be added
Name:
Famine
Epithet:
Scourge of Corruption
Gender:
Male
Race:
Nephilim
Karma:
-400 (Extremely Evil)
Abilities and Powers:
To be added
Personality:
With a cold exterior and a heart of ice that could be described as being "pure evil" solidified. Famine delights in bringing pain and torment to his victims, only allowing the suffering to end when he grows bored of their terror-filled screams. He especially enjoys crushing the spirits of those who falsely believe they are strong and powerful, forcing them to realize their true weakness before extinguishing their lives.
Background:
To be added
Name:
War
Epithet:
Blade of Armageddon
Gender:
Male
Race:
Nephilim
Karma:
-50 (Neutral)
Abilities and Powers:
To be added
Personality:
War is the physical embodiment of the perfect warrior - courageous, honorable, and bold. Although he is the most physically imposing of the Four Horsemen, he is also the most loyal and protective of his companions. Although his personality shares many qualities with Conquest, War does not share his moral compass, as he does not believe in the concepts of good or evil.
Background:
To be added
Images used for Kirishima, Gwydion, Erzsebet, The Four Horsemen: |
48,266 | 1,303 | 4 | 2,583 | 944 | Annwns head rested against the stone pillar he had sat in front of and propped himself against, with a slow rhythm he began to tap the back of his head against the virtual stone. Resting in his lap was the small form of the albino rat that was Gnash, it just sat there unmoving and unblinking, a hallmark of the non-combat pets which in retrospect didn't do much other than offer what was essentially a mobile set dressing. Still Annwn found he had grown attached to the little thing ever sense he picked it up off of one of the back pages of the cash shop, a last chance fire sale they had said. His mouth twisting into a smile Annwn reached out to stroke the rat's back, a meaningless gesture, but one he would be happy to share with the uncaring program as its world ticked down its final seconds to oblivion. "Whelp it been a fun run eh Gnash?" he said, expecting no response in return, an expectation which was met in full. Still he petted the rat and mumbled to himself as the last seconds drained away "It really has been one hell of a time."
Annwn sighed, he kept up what he was doing almost subconsciously, just waiting for the shutdown. Yet he remained, his armor pressing against him like a familiar second skin, the warmth of the small body that was now nestling in, enjoying the attention, a small comfort, the...... Wait. All of Annwn's thoughts vanished in a snap of the fingers, the weight of the armor, the warmth of Gnash, these were things that should not be happening unless he was hallucinating, and speaking of Gnash was it moving on its own? He glanced down quickly to the rat, who met the doppelganger's gaze with an almost indignant look at the sudden cessation of the attention.
Gulping down a bit of apprehension Annwn sat up straighter and scooped up Gnash in his gauntleted hand, before depositing it on the floor next to him. With that done Annwn stood up slowly, never taking his eyes off the rat, who made quizzical look towards it's keeper and moved forward towards him. Taking a step back Annwn kept his eyes focused firmly on the animal, who kept advancing, finding no alternative Annwn's mind flashed to the first thing he would do in a situation like this in Yggdrasil. Reaching out with an ease that was more akin to a second nature than a power, Annwn suddenly found himself on the top of a couple boxes, a thin vapor trail the only indication of where he once stood. "That was... what the... alright I have no idea what is going on anymore."
He was grasping at straws, and he had to be honest with himself, it was the best he could do given the circumstance. But as he debated with himself just what the hell was going on, the small white shape of Gnash sat down, its eyes transfixed on where Annwn used to be. It sat there for a moment before letting out a high pitched squeak, that somehow sounded mournful.
Turning his head towards where the rat sat, a good few meters away, Annwn couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for the poor thing. Cursing himself slightly Annwn jumped off the boxes, a fluid motion and landing that was unlike anything he could do outside Yggdrasil "Good to know my Agility score still works" he thought to himself as he slowly worked his way over to Gnash.
As he got close Gnash turned it's head to peer at Annwn, who swore he could see it's tiny eyes light up. Gulping slightly, Annwn bent down and held out his hand, which Gnash began to slink towards. "Its alright, were just confused. Well im confused, I dont know about you, still I would- Hey!"
Annwn was cut off mid sentience as the rat suddenly bolted up his arm, only to stop at his shoulder, which it began to grip as if for dear life. Still it seemed comfortable and Annwn wasn't going to try to move it. "Alright you go there good to know now. Still- Annwn's voice trailed off as a message entered his mind.
"This is Kirishima to any guild members within the Palace of Whispers. If you can hear this, please do not be afraid. We have gathered within the Throne Room and are here waiting for you. Please come here as soon as you can, we have much to discuss about our current situation."
Now normally Annwn would be slightly miffed at all the recent interruptions, but he was in no place to be very picky, and it was very very good to know that he wasn't alone. "Well that sounded... final. Shall we?" Annwn asked the rat on his shoulder with a tilt of his head. Gnash let out an enthusiastic squeak, and looked mighty pleased. Shrugging his non occupied shoulder Annwn started off in the direction of the throne room, at a quickened pace "Who am I to argue with a response like that?"
In truth he wasn't that far away and would probably arrive as the others did, even if he didn't hurry. | Name(s):
Annwn
Gender:
Male
Epithet:
Lord of Rats
The Plague Rat
Race:
Doppelganger
Total Level:
-100
Racial Level:
Doppelganger: 15
Greater Doppleganger: 10
Job Level:
Assassin 10
Shadow Dancer 15(a class that is based off of quick combat and single strikes, mixed with specialized blink magic. In combat it often times looks like they are dancing around the battlefield with deadly grace, disappearing and reappearing seemingly from the shadows, hence the name.)
Sword Dancer 10
Weapon Master 5
Swarm Caller 15 (A relatively uncommon spell casting class, due to its lack of direct damage output and low effectiveness in a direct forward fight, instead relying on summoned swarms to deal large amounts of indirect damage)
Plague Bringer 10 (A higher form of the Swarm Caller job, and even more rare. The Plague Bringer focuses on summoning “plague creatures” (rats/bats/diseased animals/etc.) as well as calling upon various poison and disease spells to add some direct/indirect damage)
Karma:
-100
Stats:
HP: 85
MP: 60
Phy. Atk: 100
Phy. Def: 70
Agility: Limit exceeded
Mag. Atk: 90
Mag. Def: 70
Resistance: 75
Special Ability: 100
Total: (without limit exceed) 650
Abilities and Powers:
A terrifying mix of a lightning quick skirmish fighter, an indirect damage mage and a psychological warfare expert, Annwn in combat has been described as an animalistic dervish of fear and blades. A description that fits well, all things considered. Annwn begins a fight by observing a target, the longer the better, and waits for the perfect opportunity to strike from the shadows, seizing on surprise and the sudden confusion to aid his attack. If surprise is not an option Annwn opens with a torrent of illusions and summoned swarms, to sow both fear and chaos into the foes ranks and mind, before engaging.
His normal combat stance is a hunched over animalistic look, a look that is reinforced by Song often times twitching behind him like a sinister bladed tail.
Active and Passive Abilities (Optional):
Ring (causes a high pitched sound to emanate from a certain point, causing discomfort to and debuffing the ability to resist mind affecting spells/skills to all those that hear it)
Rat's nose (Allows Annwn to literally see sent trails)
Illusionary copies (creates multiple copies that all act and speak like Annwn, even going so far as to fight like him. But a single good hit and the fakes vanish in a poof of thick smoke)
Cleanse (Purifies the body of most toxins and poison)
Razor cloud (creates up a wide swirling cloud of razor wire)
Razor cloud: Toxin (a variation of Razor cloud that is coated in various potent toxins)
Razor cloud: Burst (oddly enough the best way to describe this variation of Razor cloud, would be to replace the razor wire with detcords, that are coated with high explosives)
Confusion: single target and mass (causes a bout of severe confusion in a single target, and mild confusion in an AOE. Both however have similar side effects such as, those affected lashing out in a fit of rage, those affected attempting to flee from some unknown thing, forgetfulness, and a temporary degradation of fine motor skills, which in severe cases turns into a temporary loss of fine motor skills)
Plague wind (Annwn breaths out a large sickly green cloud that chokes anyone in its area, as well as causes boils, blisters, and other sores to appear on any exposed skin)
Hearts Fear (A powerful illusion that causes those affected to see a smoky, shadow, of their worst living fear to apparate in front of them. The apparition deals no damage, and receives no damage as it is a trick of the mind, however frightening)
No more suns (A massive AOE that bleeds the color out of its effective area, turning ones sight greyscale. While being unsettleing, the spell also has the effect of lenghening and deepining shadows, which plays into Annwn's shadow dancer ability's)
Those of Secrets (summons a sizeable number of disembodied red eyes appear and seek out threats and targets within a set area. When they find something they pursue it, reporting their location to Annwn via a telepathic link)
Calling the Hungry (Summons a large swarm of spectral rats. They appear suddenly, pouring out of any opening into the room like a flood of small bodies, or by appearing from an inky black smoke. They will attack any living thing in their sight range, save for Annwn, and will consume any corpses already present or those they drag down with a voracious appetite. It should also be noted that the more the rats consume, the more rats continue to appear. They have no set health and therefor cannot be slain for extra health)
Rat Guard (Summons a pair over-leveled, armored, spectral Dire Rats that protects Annwn)
Over Rank Magics (Optional):
Blighted Earth (powerful magic rips up from the ground, creating large fissures that emanate with power and cause massive damage to those in the affected area. What it leaves behind is a wasteland, a grey sheet of torn earth and rocky crags, save for a single white flower that grows at the center of the AOE)
Omega Shift: Avatar of the Plague (not really over rank magic, but it is an ability that follows the same rules and regulations as over rank magic)
Bonus Abilities (Optional, heteromorphic characters only):
Perfect Copy (Due to his being a greater doppleganger, Annwn can perfectly copy any humanoid down to the most minor detail. He even gains a percentage of their skills and power on top of his own)
War Shifter (Annwn can change his form with little to no concentration in the midst of combat, negating the usual penalties for shifting mid combat)
Special Skills (Optional):
Shadow Blink/Slashing Blink: SD (A shadowdancer base skill/spell. Shadow blink is an at will spell that covers the caster in a thick smog like smoke, which rapidly dissipates only to form where the Shadowdancer has blinked to. Slashing Blink allows Annwn to deal damage, equal to one to three hits, if his blink path intercepts any person or monster along the way. Slashing Blink however is considered slower in speed, leaving behind a vapor trail, and has a shorter range than Shadow blink)
One with disease: PB (the skill learned by the plague bringer class. One grants Annwn with immunity from sickness and disease based attacks, as well as a resistance to various poisons)
Main Equipment:
Geri and Freki: Divine (A pair of twin Dussack Knives. Their design is relatively plain, with only a few scratchd on symbols adorning them. But despite their minimalist design, the pair hold true to their namesake (which translated means "the Ravenous"), as when one is cut with the blades the wound seems to be eaten away by an unseen force, stopping a few inches away from the wounded zone dealing death damage and giving the blades a stacking bonus to damage, penetration. If a target is killed with Geri and Freki, their body withers to a husk and grants the blades a massive bonus stack, equal to several normal stacks. As soon as the stacks grow beyond a fairly high number, Annwn can consume them to replenish health.)
Song: Legacy (An enchanted Rope dart that is animated and is controlled by ones thoughts. As such Annwn usually uses Song as a third arm during combat, lashing out with it in blinding fast attacks, or for mid fight surprise attacks)
Mask of the Snarling One: Legacy (Grants physical attack and resistance bonuses. Annwins breath through this one sounds like the low snarl of a beast.)
Mask of the Laughing One: Relic (Allows Annwn the ability to track movement through walls. Annwn's breath through this one sounds like a chuckle)
Mask of the Silent One: Legacy (Grants Magic power and magic resist bonuses. Annwn's breath through this one sounds like the empty breeze of a burned out forest.)
The Armor Of the Rat King: Unknown level (A highly customized suit of light armor that was originally forged as a high level mundane armor and then reforged again and again until it reached its current iteration. A suit of high strength, resistance and surprising flexibility, the Rat king’s armor mixes both high level magic and master quality mundane armor, making discerning it’s level almost impossible.)
Personality (Optional):
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Background:
Annwn first joined the world of YGGDRASIL a bit after launch, as part of the inevitable post-launch crowd that picked up the title after the gauntlet that was the public forum had a chance at it. From the get go the open world, shaped by the actions of players as much as by the developers, enthralled him. The result was many a sleepless night as he soloed through much of the lower rank challenges, preferring to be left alone for the most part. In truth he had a couple names on his friends list, but it was nothing too substantial, and no one of any real note. In any case he found that he rarely needed help, as none of the creatures, or even players posed that much of a threat.
That was until he reached level 15.
At this point he hit a wall, he was too weak to fight monsters alone, and his solitude (probably not helped by his being a monster race) made him an easy mark for higher leveled parties to pick him off in the wilds. So after a couple frustrating days Annwn dropped the game, moving on to other distractions as the wall he reached seemed insurmountable. Yet, after a couple weeks of separation Annwn logged back in and tried again to go at it, but as walls tend to do, it held fast and Annwn was on the verge of leaving once more, that was till he decided to try one last thing. Swallowing his apprehension, Annwn began to look for a guild to join. But, probably due to his choice of player race, he found that his choice of guilds that would take him slim indeed. Still he found one that he thought would fit him well, it was a small loosely organized group rather than a true guild, but with their help Annwn overcame his block and was once more enthralled with the game.
As time passed the ‘guild’ phased through multiple incarnations, as the old members would leave and the new members would take their place. A cycle that had formed with little to no actual input from the guild itself. It was during one of these transitionary times that Annwn came into possession of the Rat Mark. He obtained it during the "Dance of the Rat king" event. A unique nutcracker themed event that occurred near Christmas, it was a relatively straightforward event of go in, do the thing, kill the big guy, get the special treasure. Only the catch was that the person who scored the killing blow on the Rat King would be granted a unique treasure, and have his or her character soul bound to it. With most of guild wiped by the time they reached the boss, it fell to Annwn and a handful of others to finish the raid. After an hour or so, multiple close calls and more than a few potions, they finally succeeded in killing the boss, with Annwn scoring the last hit and gaining the Rat Mark.
The guild stayed together for a few weeks afterwards, until their growing power was checked by a couple of human only guilds that annihilated the members, and spawn camped them until they disbanded the guild.
Once more on his own Annwn wandered for a good number of days, until he came upon the reformed Seekers of fate. Happily joining their ranks he made sure to stand out as a unorthodox fighter and one of their better scouts and assassins. He lost track of how long he was with the guild, the hours of fun and comradery blending together and even now in the end of the game, he stayed with the Seekers, wanting to see the end with those he called friends.
Trivia:
He has a non-combat pet rat named Gnash
He will often change form based on emotion, so long as he is around those he knows.
He bares the Mark of the rat (More like a slightly living Tattoo than an item, The Rat Mark is inked into Annwn's back and provides him with information like a permanent/fixed eye from Those of Secrets)
His personal room in the guild hall is a bit odd (will explain later) |
48,267 | 1,303 | 5 | 75 | 76 | This is Kirishima to any guild members within the Palace of Whispers. If you can hear this, please do not be afraid. We have gathered within the Throne Room and are here waiting for you. Please come here as soon as you can, we have much to discuss about our current situation.
“Fear” not something he'd particularily say he was feeling at the moment. More of a show of curiosity maybe? No, their was still some dread to some extent that Ma-Lee had decided to just follow him like normal willy nilly. Let alone decided that her 'former form' was not enough. Threw playing this game he had become so used to her being around that the fear factor of most things in this game couldn't really compete. Like having a stalker and a drug dealer at the same time Ma-Lee would become more menacing as the time went on. So long as he didn't 'feed' her. It was quite the annoying essence of it all but still something of a gift to remind him of his old omens. His sins.
His boots continued to click against the floor. Their metal material more then proving that at the moment hiding wouldn't even be a possible feat. Not that he would need to in their own hall. No, what mattered was why was he still active? How where they still here. He had spend many a time in situations wondering that in the real world. Never did it end right, often with one of his own dying. He looked back to Ma-Lee who smiled when she noticed he looked at her and waved while still keeping pace with him.
As they approached the doors to the Throne Room, a strange almost like light seemed to drop out around it's doors. Opening it lightly with his hand he looked in to see something of like a bubble before him. The occasional sound coming out of it from combat. Was this some sort of sphere of water? Maybe it was magic of some sort. He couldn't really tell. He looked around the room seeing that there wasn't too many people actually present at all. The Berserker was and he could only assume that maybe the guild leader was within the bubble before him. But was it something he needed to worry about?
“Hello, I heard the request to come here..but? What is with this thing?” He stated as he pointed to the illusion like sphere. Not talking per say to anyone. Merely talking in general as Ma-Lee walked up to the bubble. Annoyance on her face as she looked at it carefully. | Charlemagne :
Name(s):
•Charlemagne
Gender:
•Male
Race:
• Human
Epithet:
• The Betrayer
• The Cursed
• Wandering Exorcist
Race:
• Human
Total Level:
• 100
Racial Level:
• N/A
Job Level:
• Knight 15
• Paladin 10
• Exorcist 10
• Inquisitor 5 – A specialist in hunting down “heathens”, and evil classes. Using detective work, traps and “divine” guidance.
• Blacksmith 15
• Other: 45
Karma:
• +100
Stats:
• HP: 100
• MP: 25
• Phy. Atk: 100
• Phy. Def: 80
• Agility: 100
• Mag. Atk: 20
• Mag. Def: 100
• Resistance: Limit Exceed
• Special Ability: 100
• Total: Limit Exceed (known skills (without the limit exceed) 625)
Abilities and Powers:
• Charlemagne, is a close range fighter for the most part. A mage killer in some people views with his high resistance and magic defense. He often rather learn about his target before taking any action against them. Over all his skills range in tactics, planning and helping a group. In one on one he is no push over either (having become an inquisitor he needed to travel alone a lot). He will use the battlefield to his advantage, and is often willing to sacrifice himself if need be. He has died fighting against entire guilds to protect cities from being raided for their items. He uses Ryora, his two handed broad sword (can be used as a one hander or a two hander) with pride of his old crusader days. And could careless about the numbers he has to fight. However, this depends on one variable. Malevolence.
When possessed by Malevolence, the nearest target is going to be in for quite a surprise. As the use of the ax will occur without a second thought. As other have literally killed their friends, or cared for ones around them. The mind of malevolence is simple, as much pain as possible before they are killed, and build as much fear as needed to keep their “master” ready.
Active and Passive Abilities (Optional):
• Soul Count Down: No matter where Malevolence is, the violent visions will continually get worse till she's fed. Thanks to Charlemagne's amazing resistance (Limit Exceed) He has a much longer Count Down. However, it doesn't make the experience anymore pleasant. When the countdown hit's Zero he gets possessed by the weapon.
• Aura Of the Betrayer (Passive): After Gaining the Achievement, Betrayer, His character gained the Aura of the Betrayer. Where a person would gain 2000 reputation for example he would get zero. In fact, some quests may make him fall into the negative. The aura comes from the ax, an eternal warning of what he has done.
• Aura of the Crusader (Passive): Grants the people around him and himself a boost to undead based spells. Gives off a calming presence to NPCs.
• Turn Evil: The ability to turn away undead in fear.
• Exorcism (Tier 5) : Spirituality allows him to rip out possessed spirits from beings. It also can kill Undead and Demons.
Over Rank Magics (Optional):
• Mass Exorcism : The area of a battlefield is hit with a massive “attack” that purges all “evil” based creatures. Hitting them with a powerful exorcism that will kill them or attache stat degrading effects( A massive Stat debuff, lowering all stats to low levels.). It also tells the Inquisitor the location of the evil beings. This attack is rather potent against Heteromorphic Groups of Demons and Undead, but will hit anyone who is naturally Evil.
Bonus Abilities (Optional, heteromorphic characters only):
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Special Skills (Optional):
• Divine Guidance: Summoning on the power of the “divines” he is able to track down his target on the map. Showing him the location of them.
Main Equipment:
• Malevolence (Divine) : The forging of this ax was part of a massive quest chain that was a one time event based. Though not many people were able to complete the quest as it had a variety of needs necessary for it. The weapon itself is somewhat of a curse. The Ax was forged by dragon's blood with runic curses along the blade. Said to make it into an almost unbreakable metal. For it's powers to be fully realized, the player had the kill an entire village. As the blade consumed their souls, it constantly whispers it's intent to it's owner. Generally in a form of some kind. The blade's “sex” in it's form was determined by the way it was made, and the properties it contained. Whenever the weapon kills something it traps and consumes the soul. Essentially making the ax quite a violent doom weapon. The ax is also bound to it's owner by a blood oath. Forever attached to their soul. (most of this was originally flavor text about the weapon) It is said, if the weapon isn't “fed” it will possess it's owner, and go hunting for it's own food. Represented in the game by loss of character for a few moments. The character going into a hunt and attacking npcs (or other players in pvp).
• Armor Set of the Vigilant Crusader(Legendary) : A standard plate set that was needed for his former guild. Before their fall all the captains of the groups were commanded to have this armor. It increases mental resistances (brain washing) and resistance to undead spells and effects. However, when against holy spells it's probably better off just wearing nothing. The armor was often seen as useless because of this. Being it didn't give anything in bonus to anything other then against Undead and Demons.
• Ryora (Legendary): His standard sword he uses when fighting against people in combat, in his former guild it was the graduation weapon you got. Made from the smiths in the guild. It's a two handed broadsword.
Personality (Optional):
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Background:
Charlemagne had no real problem with playing on his own. For the most part he would just grind to get the levels materials or whatever it was that he would need. This, didn't last though. As it was a common thing he would often do in most of his MMO experiences he decided this time, to finally take a step and try to raise up the ranks of the a guild. And to take it to the next step, take part of an RP PVP guild. He felt whatever game it was that he would want to take in hand for it. It would have to be a big one with liberties. Which was why he managed to get his hands onto the game of YGGDRASIL. The World and more seemed to be perfect for the play style he was going to try to get himself into. He planned out his character, and build up his own profile on it. Keeping in up with his own choices. He jumped into the first RP PVP guild he found. “The Order of Sanctums Lost”. Quite the tongue full he thought at the time. Being a mere level one. But they accepted him as an soldier of arms.
The Guild, TOSL (The Order of Sanctums Lost), was a crusade style guild. They were a “holy” order that believed in the protection of the non-evil races. They believed in upholding the defense and guardianship of all the Human, and to a lesser extent Demi-human races. From the twisted plague that was some of the Heteromorphic races. He didn't fully understand the logic. But he would play in character. A dutiful recruit wanting to climb up the ranks to further carry on their cause. He would find out the hard way, that the way to the top wasn't the easy way. And for the most part the climb was very very steep.
His first mission would always mark him for his entire life of which in total only 2 missions would mark him this much. This being obviously the first one. Even though he was merely playing a character. He got his first official mission with a small squad. They were to infiltrate a Heteromorphic base. Mostly Undead and Demon types. Something that his character at least was more then willing to jump onto. They made up a whole story behind it, about them assaulting a near by village. Killing the villagers and turning them into mindless zombies that followed. It was a load of crap to just get into pvp. Of course it was still fun to rp out the trip their. Following his captain with his fellow acolytes they moved onto the camp. Ambushing them and assaulting them. Their was something wrong though, as they fought back he noticed how some of the players seemed to take this way to seriously, going as far as camping their corpses, and even blowing up corpses and calling in other guild members to camp the zones they may have to come back from. He watched as the one he was supposed to kill lay down before him. Her attacks were well placed but, he had focused a lot on having a rather high resistance when it came to it. And he knelt over her. As she sent him a message. Telling him to please let her go, this was the 9th time this week this happened. He remained silent and killed her. In order to not look good in front of his commander. But his non-rp side felt annoyed at this. Sending her money in game money and an apology about what had happen. Explaining he didn't expect her to feel better from it. And made to make sure she never had to worry about equipment cost or resurrection cost for at least awhile. The money he gave was more then enough.
If it was real life, he character would have probably died of starvation as it was his entire in-game salary for awhile. But he didn't mind. He didn't see it as right, to hunt down a group over and over again.
His climb was slow but eventually he became a captain. Gaining armor, a sword and even titles to go with his name. Though of course most was just flavor text, he did get his favorite sword from this achievement. A blade he would work to make more powerful as he climbed up in levels so that he'd never have to throw it away. Forever a memory of his past, and the deeds he had to do both for and behind the scenes. His character was feared, RP wise he was rather zealous, and a minor Xenophobic of any race that wasn't human. However, he wasn't that way when he wasn't in character. Often, fighting other guilds to protect those in trouble. He wasn't always rping obviously. And he didn't realize this was a rule..
The Rising Darkness event occurred as a one time event for Halloween. It was a massive quest chain that ended in getting a divine weapon. It was only open for certain classes, and for the most part needed the “handle of cursed burnt remains”. A rather obnoxious title to say the least. Regardless this began a quest, that would bring you to a village that was available for this event. You could come here even without the quest at the time, as they would have a rather wide range of items for sale for just about everyone under the sun. The quest would then begin to shift to helping this village building up reputation with them. Doing meaningless tasks, like gathering things, killing certain creatures. All as the quests seemed to be given by two different quests givers. One that gave the quests being the town elder, the other was a mystic man. Draped in rugged black robes, and a hood that covered his face. He was old from this textures on his flesh but overall, the character seemed to be monotone and at times would shift about. Indeed a Shady character. Fitting for a Halloween event.
At the coming of the maximum trust with the village. An event would trigger. A massive dragon would come down from the sky. Causing the ground to shake with each pound of it's massive wings. It's roar vibrating the building and shattering windows. It was rather intense. Leading to you having to beat the dragon with the villagers. After the beating of this dragon, you are looked as a hero of the village. And given an heirloom from the village. A marker of one of their heroes. This would now trigger the dark side of the quest. Something most people didn't seem to bother doing. But he couldn't help himself, he was a rather curious fellow when it came to story lines and he wanted to see this one threw. Walking to the hooded figure with the weapon of your choosing (that you managed to get from the last quest for that chain) would begin the quest chain named “Malevolence”. Almost as haunting as the name the deeds needed would come from a variety of living and dead things. Needing to gathering up, blood of 100 dragons, and using the tainted blood of a succubus and demon to taint the holy weapon in your hand. Doing this bound the weapon to only you. No one else would be able to use the weapon besides yourself. Then, having it reforged in the necrotic tomb of corruption. Lots of cheesy names, that was what he would constantly think while doing the quest. The ending though, this got to him. He did it to see the end, but had no idea of what would occur. The Ax finished it was a demonic looking weapon. Nothing like the holy weapon it once looked like, but in order to finish the deed, it needed the blood of 500 people who trust you outright. It needed their souls. At first he figured it could just be anything. Trying it on things it did nothing, then after awhile he noticed a count down timer in the side of his screen. Not thinking much of it, he finished some dailies and started to notice a girl in the distance moving closer. And whispers in his headset. All scripted obviously,
as this was all part of his story chain but it was still creepy none the less.
The girl would eventually appear on and off near him. Often grasping at him to take his arm or hand. Her face was bleeding from all openings. Eyes, nose, mouth ears. Her flesh pale and her body would twitch viciously as an eerie death gargle could be heard replaced with a lower echoed growl....he couldn't take it anymore at one point and went to the town where the old man was. Noticing he wasn't their. And for some reason all the denizens around were red. The girl would appear beside them, the people as they looked at his character. Almost disgustedly, the village elder coming up to him and demanding to know what he did and suddenly he lost control of his character. His count down timer, had reached zero. And he began killing everyone in the village. One by one they fell, the laughing of the girl could be heard as his character swung and killed everything around him. The counter climbing up to the needed 500 fast. If he had known...he probably wouldn't have gone this far either. All the humans were butchered. Anything alive, cats, dogs, children, deer the random talking door. After the frenzy was done, he was given a rather interesting achievement, “The Betrayer”. His reputation of all his locations dropped into the negatives. Ranging from towns to any npc group. Though he knew, to be honest he didn't need the towns. Not if he wanted to repair and such. All the players could do that. And he was part of a guild.
When he returned to his guild he was removed from it. Stating in RP, that the mass slaughter of innocent people wasn't right. And the Order would not stand by it. For the most part they should have executed him. But they felt banishing would be the best action. For the world outside would be far worse then the world inside. Of course the guild member out of character told him to leave as he betrayed the entire guild. And he should kill himself all that childish insults. However, he found it ironic they would preach about slaughtering innocent people. While hunting down and killing Heteromorphic for fun. Yah, that made sense, but it's how it went when it came to these things. Once more he was put out onto his own. Not letter this get to him, he set out with his gear and walked threw the game itself. Still keeping in character, but adding the events that past into his profile.
For awhile, he thought he was actually alone. Protecting what he could with his sword. His ax merely a weapon only for the worse of cases. As nothing in his collection could even come close to it's power. The counter however, decided to remind him of the event that took him from his guild. They made him kill 500 npcs that trusted him. Yes...it came back. The girl moving about randomly at a distance as she watched from the bushes, the trees. From in distance buildings. Slowly coming closer and getting more grotesque with each movement. Twitching violently. Reaching out to him, and whispering to him to use his ax. He wasn't about to let this happen again, that fear like tactic he'd seen before. Losing control of your character for like 2 minutes? That was just annoying. But he couldn't bring it upon himself to just delete the weapon. It too, held it's place in his story.
On the last day, of trying to kill something to make the ax work he stumbled upon a group of Heteromorphic walking down the animal pass. It was obvious they were in a party. They were also all lower leveled players. They seemed to be having fun. He merely just watched. He wasn't going to kill them for no reason, though...if he had to he may have to sacrifice one of them, and then help pay for their resurrection...that was before he noticed a group of human and demi human races jump out of bush. An ambush on these low levels? They were all high level too. Pathetic. His character had been laying down staring at the sky this whole time. Looking between the leaves of the deciduous trees. But this wasn't going to pass on his watch. He pressed a button to have his character get up rp style and began to walk towards the fight.
Fight they did. They tried to hold off the assault but at this level they stood no chance. Being pushed back. Their females falling first to the ground. Not yet killed merely stunned as some of the guys did the general kiddish victory dance over them. They were the first to be cut down. His ax sung threw the air, it's mere swing seeming to give off a dark and twisted howl. As it eviscerated threw armor and flesh, causing them to fall to the ground. They were dead, all of them had been killed, next up was the last 6 of the group. He wouldn't have the benefit of a ambush attack like they did now. They turned to see him, it had been sometime since he pvped. But he didn't care, he turned the ax in his hand as his blond hair flashed back and a twisted grin seemed to be painted on his characters face. Perfect it matched the one on his own face in real life as they charged to one other. The zone erupted into combat as a 100 fought against clearly people who had never fought anything other then low levels. They were around 90-100 themselves. But they didn't know how to deal with him. The mage fired off a spell to debuff him only to see it do no damage...not only that he barely even flinched as he took on their paladin. The ax seeming to induce a fear aura, dropping their characters hit chance and added in a erode armor stack on anything he hit. He chuckled to himself at this ax's seemingly twisted power.
The fight lasted for a bit. Even though they didn't fight against another pvp in serious pvp before their was still 6 of them, and one mistake would get him killed. Defeating the purpose of saving the Heteromorphic around him. On the reach of the last one. He had his character use a grab command. Picking the knight off his feet. And he crushed the knights neck. Throwing it aside before having his character (for rp purposes) fall to his butt. The other Heteromorphic seemed to run up to him, thanking him. Obviously they weren't role players. So he didn't really reply as he would normal. With uncertainty and such as would come from his character. But with an honest no problem. They talked to him about a guild called Seekers, a protection guild for them. A sort of safe haven. And if he wanted, he could come with them. They would even pay him to follow and protect them from being attacked. He brushed it off. Saying they didn't need to pay him anything. Just he couldn't follow them into cities or near them because he would get attacked by the guards. The very things built into the game to protect anyone who broke the law. They merely laughed and introduced themselves. One, of the females were very happy. Adding him as a friend and more. He merely complied it was good to have made friends again.
For the most part, joining the Seekers wasn't as he thought it would be. It wasn't easy to get in for one. The heteromorphics of the group didn't trust him. Rightly so as he still wore the colours of his old guild. But, his reputation of being basically an amazing pvper and having participated in tournaments would seem to let him in. Though at a very low spectrum of the guild. Listening to orders from those higher then him. (Which essentially was everyone)
Trivia:
• Beware Malevolence. She will attack and torture anyone, without a second thought. After she is sated, Charlemagne will gain back his body.
• Destroying Malevolence will possibly lead to side effects to the soul it's bound to (Charlemagne in this case).
Name(s):
• Malevolence
• Ma – Lee.
Gender:
• None, Avatar Female, prefers female reference.
Epithet:
• Soul Reaper
Race:
• Cursed Demonic Weapon Avatar
Total Level: n/a
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Racial Level: n/a
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Job Level: n/a
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Karma:
• -500
Abilities and Powers:
• Ma – Lee isn't able to do anything in her avatar form. This standing she can still move things and interact with the world around her.
Active and Passive Abilities (Optional):
• Possession (Weapon): Malevolence has the ability to possesses Charlemagne after a set amount of time. This power is passive, and is a goal for her.
• NPC Reputation Negative (Weapon): She effects the way people look at Charlemagne by giving them a negative feeling about him. She doesn't seem to care though. This passive applies to only non-created characters. Or character's not made by players. As they technically aren't part of a “npc faction” like villagers, guards and such. They are part of the player or guild factions.
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Over Rank Magics (Optional): N/A
Bonus Abilities (Optional, heteromorphic characters only): N/A
Special Skills (Optional):
• Posession (Weapon) Effect : She is able to possess Charlemagne, even with his limit exceed resistance.
Main Equipment: N/A She is a weapon.
Personality (Optional):
• She is quite the mix of a personality. She adores torture, gore and death. Delights in the sight of pain to others, and loves consuming souls. She pushes to try to make Charlemagne use her constantly. Though until the new world, she was never scene by anyone else but him. Often whispering to him, to try to make him fall into using her as per her code. How she will react now that others can see her is to be seen.
Background:
• She has been with Charlemagne since he began the quest chain to make her. Though not known to him at the time.
Trivia:
• She has never been seen before. When entering the new world, she reconstructed her body(avatar). Believing this would make Charlemagne use her more often.
• She doesn't wish for harm to occur to Charlemagne. Even though she clearly enjoys the pain and gruesome torture of others.
She is a special NPC. Not targetable by other characters (or players). Essentially immortal. However she can't harm other pc's or characters either. She is merely an avatar, not "really there". |
48,268 | 1,303 | 6 | 1,952 | 703 | Kaz stayed calm. He really did, to some extent. That was, until Kiri pulled him away from her NPC because apparently Erzsebet was some insane bloodthirsty vampire monster. He knew, of course; it was just that he never paid much attention to that fact before. They were NPCs. He knew they wouldn’t do anything without being specifically ordered to. But that was in the past. The old world of YGGDRASIL, post shut down. In this new one, there was no telling what would happen. So when Kiri’s grip on him loosened, he might have panicked. Just a little bit. His hand shot for the long sword, only to find it lying on the ground a few feet away from him, where he had dropped it in his surprise. That couldn’t be good. Still keeping his eyes on the vampire NPC, he slowly backed away.
Only to watch her squirming like a crazed fangirl at his touch. His jaw dropped as he watched, glancing between Kiri and her creation in search for an answer. She seemed surprisingly calm, all thing considered. Far calmer than him. Did it have something to do with her race? Lore-wise, androids were supposed to be emotionless and methodical killing machines, or so he thought. But did that he also become a real revenant? That couldn’t be good. He wasn’t very interested in the game’s lore and such, but he knew enough about his own race. Revenants were bodies possessed by vengeful spirits plucked from their home in the fiery Underworld, driven by rage and an insatiable taste for violence. That couldn’t be good. Not to mention his job classes, which included Reaper and Berserker.
He swallowed dryly, slinking away from Kiri and her NPCs, leaving the guild founder to her own device. His sword was still where he dropped it earlier, on the ground near his marble chair. He sat down, then picked it up, feeling the worn leather handle in his ungauntleted hand. The feeling was strangely familiar, and he could lift the sword so easily, despite the fact that it was described to weigh almost haft his weight in real life. To say that he was freaking out would be an understatement. It seemed the famed revenant strength had become real as well. He stood up, placing one hand on the marble seat. It was cool under his touch. With a brisk snap of his fingers, marble came apart like crackers. He looked at the marble dust in stunned silence, until Kiri’s words reached him. She took control of the situation, faster than he ever could. With less destruction of guild’s property, too. He turned to her slowly, contented to just watch for now. He was no leader. To be honest, this exceeded even his wildest dreams. He had no idea what to do.
Then Kiri proceeded to order her NPC to create an illusionary army for them to test their power. Despite the obviously proof earlier that he still retained his inhuman strength, the thought of testing his powers further hadn’t occurred to him.
“H-hang on Kiri. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”-He barely finished when the world around them wrapped and distorted into an open field. An army approached, out for their blood. Beside him, Kiri attacked first, pulling out her big gun and blasting away.
He was going to ask her to stop. He needed time, to calm down, to rearrange his thoughts, to come in terms with reality, to do whatever. There were a thousand of excuse on the front of his mind. But when the first wave of enemies perished, their life force bled from their scorched bodies, he forgot all about excuses. Reapers were at home where the fighting was the thickest, where the cries of the dead and the dying alike roared. He remembered the race’s description, but never really thought much about it.
In that single moment, though, he understood.
Somewhere to his right, the scabbard fell softly on the grass. He barely remembered lifting his sword, let alone charging head-first into the enemy’s formation. Even summons and illusions had some measure of life force in their bodies. Nothing comparable to those of living beings, but it was there, nonetheless. Usually, he could tell by looking at the life force gauge on the left corner of his screen, watching it slowly filled up as mobs died. That gauge was missing now, but he still knew. He could feel the life force ebbed and flowed in the air, thick and almost tangible like a miasma.
The rush was exhilarating. At least, that was what he thought, until his first swing found an opponent. It was a simple strike; a horizontal slash propelled by raw strength alone. He braced himself for the inevitable shock of metal striking metal. However, it never came. Armor felt like tin foil beneath the black blade, and flesh was rotten tomato. As his opponent crumbled, he stood, absorbing the life force. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. The closest thing came to mind was that first breath you took after a deep dive in the pool. It was what being alive felt like. But this. This was simply… divine. Words wouldn’t do it justice, so he didn’t bother. He simply carried on. A step here, a swing there, followed by a quick thrust. He had never touched a sword in his life, and yet, here, he knew exactly what he was doing. The armored knights before him were sluggish brutes; this one footwork was bad, the other one put too much strength into his swings, while his archer friend at the back didn’t even make an effort to keep distance. One by one, he took them down, the high of combat roaring in his veins like liquid fire. Adrenaline? Was that a thing in this world?
However, he felt that it could be so much more. It was like biting into chocolate chip cookies, only to find raisin instead. Edible, but could be so much better.
“Oblivion awaits!!”- A voice roared, distorted and amplified by magic. His.
The effect was instantaneous. His vision blurred, then sharpened, highlighting a number of figures around him. He then used Grasping Shadow to pull them in, then Dancing Darkness to finish them off with a twirl of his blade. It was far too easy. He felt the life force building, and he wanted more. | Name(s):
KallyKatchmebaby
Kaz, to his friends.
Gender:
Male
Epithet:
The Shatter Mage
Sunderer
Windwhirl Reaper
Race:
Revenant
Former human
Racial Traits:
Enhanced physical strength.
Enhanced physical defense.
Holy spells have reduced effects.
Highly resistance to offensive spells and poison.
Immune to BLEED debuff.
Reduced dodge chance.
Unable to equip head gear, aside from masks.
Susceptible to mind manipulation.
Total Level:
100
Racial Level:
Revenant level 15
Job Level:
Reaper level 5
Berserker level 15
Flayer level 15
Treasure Hunter level 15
Fighter level 15
Brawler level 15
Juggernaut level 5
Karma:
0
Stats:
HP: Exceeds limits
MP: 80
Phy. Atk: 100
Phy. Def: 100
Agility: 30
Mag. Atk: 20
Mag. Def: 100
Resistance: 50
Special Ability: 60
Total: 540+Exceeds limits
Abilities and Powers:
For all intent and purpose, Kaz is a tank. He is a deadly fighter is close-quarter combat, pours exp in a couple of tanky melee classes, has an enormous health pool, high block chance and possesses an impressive array of crowd control skills. The only problem is his reckless play style that contributes little to the group, asides from maybe a huge target for enemies to fire at. While most tanks embrace a defensive tactic, drawing in enemies and taking the brunt of their attacks, Kaz would instead charge face-first into the enemies’ ranks, hacking away to his heart content while paying little mind to his ally’s condition. Hell, he barely even notices his own health, which is why he invests in many self-heals and condition-cleanses through the Reaper and Berserker class. While those did allow him to solo a couple of bosses, albeit very slowly and ineffeciently, they failled when it comes to PvP. His self-heals wouldn’t be able to keep up with the superior dps of player characters, so he embraces more risky tactics: going all out and attempting to kill the opponent before he expires, or taking the enemy with him.
Active and Passive Abilities
Grasping Shadow: A Reaper spell, when casted will summon spectral claws from your own shadow to spread out and drag enemies toward you. Grant life force depends on the number of enemies.
Bloody Feast: A Reaper spell, allowing the caster to reach out to dying or weakened enemies around and forcefully rip out their life force. Grant a moderate amount of life force.
Death’s Embrace: A Reaper spell, when casted will cloak the caster in a shroud of life force, effectively shielding the caster from any type of physical attacks, as the shroud will absorb all damage. Can be sustained until the stored life force runs out. Also, while remaining in shroud, the caster’s health will slowly be restored.
Slice and Dice: A Flayer spell, magically sharpen any blade the caster is holding. Also capable of increasing the reach of the weapon significantly, by forming a type of magical blade around the original blade.
Dearly Departed: A Reaper spell, by imparting a small amount of life force into the fallen corpses around the caster then denote, creating a deadly AOE explosion around the caster. But since the caster isn’t immune to the effects of the explosion, it is recommended to use alongside with Death’s Embrace. Consume a large amount of life force.
Unholy Fervor: A Reaper spell, expending life force to heal the caster.
Scavenger’s March: A Reaper spell, summoning a flock of ravens at the caster’s beck and call. The caster can also reach to each individual and share their senses, however only one at a time. Aside from that, the ravens themselves are quite useless in combat.
‘Face me’: A Berserker shout skill, forcing the affected around them to focus their attacks on the user.
‘Flee’: A Berserker shout skill, instilling a sense of dread and impending doom into the enemies, forcing them to either run or stand frozen in fear.
‘Shake it off’: A Berserker shout skill, allowing the user to ignore any wounds or effects on their person and returning to their full strength for a short period of time.
‘Oblivion awaits’: A Berserker shout skill, revealing weakened or dying enemies to the user and giving the user bonus damage against them.
‘Futile’: A Berserker shout skill, granting the user immunity to any crowd control effects for a brief period.
Primal Rage: A Berserker skill, sending the user into a state of bloodlust. In this state, the user will become stronger, faster and almost impervious to pain or fear. However, the precision of your attacks will decrease significantly.
Boiling Blood: A Berserker skill, sacrificing a small amount of the user’s own health to provoke several enemies in close proximity around into a stage of uncontrollable fury and recklessly charge at the user head-on. The skill targets either PHY.DEF and MAG.DEF, using the weaker stat as modifier. The weaker the stat, the longer the duration and more effective the skill gets.
Dancing Darkness: A Reaper skill, turning the user into a windwhirl of shadow and blades.
Relentless Pursuit: A Reaper skill, allowing the user to charge forward with incredible force, demolishing everything unfortunate enough to get in the way.
Weight Of Living: A Reaper skill. By slamming their weapon against the ground with great force, the user can create shockwaves to push enemies back and crush those standing too close.
Devastating Aura: A Berserker skill. When using Primal Rage, the user will get the option to activate this skill at the cost of health. Once activated, the user will be surrounded by an aura of bloodlust so powerful that it causes damage to enemies and allies standing in the user’s melee range.
Bonus Abilities:
Cheat Death: A Revenant passive. Revenants are often considered pseudo undead, as they are demonic spirits that inhabit a living body, holy spells don’t affect them as they do real undead. However, spells that have no effects on undead will still affect them normally.
Tainted Blood: A Revenant passive, granting increased strength and stamina. Also, as a revenant’s blood is pitch black and quite thick, they are immune to BLEED effect and poisons affect them slower.
Rigor Mortis: A Revenant passive. While still technically alive, revenants suffer a penalty to their AGITLITY, as their bodies aren’t really their own. However, they gain bonus PHY. DEF thanks to the hardened muscles.
Foot In The Grave: A Revenant racial skill, activates everytime the user receives a fatal blow. The user will then remain standing, but must kill at least one enemy in thirty seconds to stay alive. If successful triggered, the user will be restored a moderate amount of health.
Main Equipment:
Hag’s Knucklebone: DD’s trusty gauntlet which he wears on his right arm, an item unique to the Reaper class, grants the wearer the ability to absorb life force through it. It can also extend at will to grasp enemies or objects from afar. Also doubles as a shield thanks to the tough material. A Legendary class item.
GG: A long sword of simple design, also usable only by the Reaper class. While it doesn’t boast the elaborated appearance of other divine swords, but its power is by no means lacking. It has the standard life force leech that allows the user to gain life force by successfully hitting the enemies. Furthermore, it gives the user the skill called “Necrotic Slash”, which basically a single shockwave that can negate magic and damage MP. A divine item.
Tormented Soul: The mask given to players when they successfully unlocking the Revenant race. Aside from cool looking (debatable), the mask will grant wearers night vision and face protection. Also it will tell other users that you have managed to die so many times the game took pity and decided to give you something. A relic item.
Wyrmskin Pail: A bucket-shaped leather bag made from various types of skin, in spite of its name. While it has infinite storage space, it can only hold whatever you can fit in there. Since it’s roughly the size of your everyday bucket, good luck squeezing a set of armor in there. A relic item.
The Shadowrunner: A stylish (also very debatable) pair of black leather boots that increase the wearer’s running speed and reduce fall damage. A relic item.
Bloody Death: A set of light leather armor, usually worn by mages. Its sole ability is self-repairing. Also quite stylish.
Background:
A private person and veteran internet surfer, Kaz rarely let slip any information about his life in the real world. To only a selected few, he told them his name was Sander, and he was just a bored guy working in HR. Any more questions about his personal details were often answered with either nonchalant shrugs or bad pick-up lines. Ever since the launch of the game, Kaz had been around, clawing his way to the top. In his early days, his strategy was rather safe. He stuck to the guides, played the meta and hung with all the cool kids. It was not really his preferred style, but of course, it paid off. He joined the ranks of end-gamers after a few years, clearing out the toughest dungeons on a daily basic with his guildmates. However, once he had reached the optimal strength of his chosen class, he wished to switch to another role, since the condition damage necromancer build he currently had was getting tiring to play. He began leveling the Reaper class, despite the protests of his fellow guildmates. They then seized many of his equipments from the vault, demoted him to the backup team of the guild and threatened to kick him out if he didn’t take up the Necromancer class again. This earned them his irk, so he retaliated, by flooding the vault with junk items and trolling the guild’s forum with multiple accounts. Eventually, of course, they kicked him, but Kaz didn’t really care anymore. He got tired of playing the ‘right’ way.
Afterward, his play style changed drastically. Kaz ran headlong into battles, met death halfway and generally just bringing hell down on any dungeon party unfortunate enough to invite him on the LFG chat. This strategy cost him of course; he wasted a fortune on reviving himself over and over again. But it wasn’t without reward: he eventually got the Revenant race, which only led to him embracing his high risk hight reward play style even more. Despite being a Heteromorphic player, Kaz didn’t really run into much discrimination though. Sure, people hated him, but that was more because he was a self-serving asshole who only cared for his own amusement than the fact that he used an undead race. Besides, at that point, he was already high-leveled and infamously suicidal, so no one in their right mind would go bother him. They did block him quite often on the LFG chat though, which resulted in him running dungeons solo most of the time and racking up quite a number of deaths, each more pathetic and spetacular than the last. But it also did earn him his signature weapon, the long sword ‘GG’, so he did consider all those time spent dying was worth it. Aside from charging to his death in dungeons, Kaz also spent his time completing achievements, collecting random junks and just generally getting into arguments with strangers on the Trade chat. The community over there was rather toxic, but he enjoyed it nonetheless, opting to fool around with trolls than joining another guild.
His first run-in with the Seekers of Fate was back when they were still a fairly new mercenary guild. He was up to his usual routine back then, sitting in a tavern near the starter zone and getting into a heated argurments about the importance of fuzzy footwear. One of his associates then made a random comment about a fight happening right outside, so out of curiousity, Kaz poked his head out and watched the commotion. It was one of those inccidents involving Heteromorphic players again, with a group of human bullies. Kaz only watched though, not interfering, despite his own race. In truth, he was no better them. Back when he was still with his old guild, they did this sort of thing all the time. Easy money, quick exp and a momentary illusion of gradeur. He understood the temptation. Beside, he also knew why most races disliked heteromorphic players so much. It was because their superior racial abilities. By using a heteromorphic race, it was almost like you was using easy mode. The elitist hated that sort of thing, while the low leveled made used of the heteromorphic folks’ steep learning curve and robbed them blind while they were still weak.
The leader of the Seekers showed up after a while though, and stopped the fight. He went back inside then, returning to his discussion. The day after that, she came back, accopanying the new players of her guild this time. And for the next few days, she did the same. Kaz was puzzled by this sort of actions. Most notable guilds didn’t recruit new players. They contributed little and were often more trouble than they were worth. So he approached Kirishima with questions, and upon hearing her answers, he found himself… pleasantly surprised. The Seekers were an idealistic bunch. The type of players he thought had long extincted in games like this. So he laughed a little. And he joined them.
He was fairly new to the guild, and given his less than respectable past, Kaz tolerated the distrust thrown his way. He still did his best to contribute to the guild, turning in all sort of materials and gold while doing guild missions diligently. It didn't make him pleasant company though, or stop him from skipping duties sometimes to go chatting in the taverns.
Trivia:
Kaz is left-handed. Or at least, his avatar in YGGSDRASIL is.
He does not have any NPC, but instead keeps a variety of expendable summons to assist him.
He love telling stories. He love listening to them even more.
Speech color |
48,269 | 1,303 | 7 | 2,583 | 944 | As Annwn entered the throne room he stopped short, the sudden jolt almost sending Gnash toppling from his perch on Annwn's solder. Squeaking in frustration the small creature clawed its way back onto Annwn's shoulder, and though it started chattering away at the perceived insult, Annwn barily registered the noise. Instead his focus was on the bubble of magic before him, his eyes tracking the flashes of light that emanated from its inside. A note of familiarity resonated in his memory, the sight of his guild in combat in one of the many skirmishes in Yggdrasil, the NPC's display of power.
“Hello, I heard the request to come here..but? What is with this thing?”
The sound of Charlemagne's question snapped Annwn's attention, swallowing dryly he stammered out an answer "I think that this is an illusion bubble, if..if I remember right. The only problem is I cant for the life of me remember the name of the spell." Reaching out he ran his fingers along the edge of the bubble, his hand effortlessly passing through the barrier. Slowly he made a movement towards it "In any case I think our illustrious founder is currently doing... something." Annwn took only a moment to consider his options before reaching up to place Gnash on the floor, where the rat sat back on it's hind legs and watched him intently. "Whelp, judgeing by what little I have to go on, I guess I'll see you inside!" With that Annwn's form blurred into the smoke, indicating he had just blinked to somewhere in the sphere.
Emerging from the blink smoke, Annwn drew Geri and Freki with a small flourish, as Song unwound itself from his waist. He slowly advanced in an animistic posture, the animate rope dart flicking this way and that. He was about to send off a message when the unmistakable sound of a magic amplified shout reached his ears like an avalanche. With a shrug Annwn began moving in the direction of the shout, thinking that it would lead him to someone who would know something about what the absolute hell was going on.
What he found instead was a brawl between two of his guild members and and illutionary army, which in turn, saw him. A squad broke off and headed right for the doppelganger, their weapons drawn and at the ready. Gathering that the illusions were not going to be very talkative, Annwn simply waited in his low stance, as the illusions came ever closer. Until they passed some range marker that Annwn knew by heart, after which Annwn launched himself towards them, smoke enveloping him. But unlike normal blink smoke, this smoke persisted and shot towards the illusions with a blinding speed. As it passed through a few of them, cuts began appearing all over the contact points, sending them to the ground. As Annwn appeared from the smoke on the other side of the illutionary squad, Song lashed out and impaled one in the neck before spinning its blade and returning to it's neutral state. Turning slightly Annwn noticed that a few of the illusions still stood, and were now barreling down on him. Panicking slightly, Annwn reached into his mind, almost instinctively and before he knew exactly what was happening he realized he was whispering
"Razor Cloud"
In an instant a cloud of hair thin wires sprung into existence around the remaining illusions, before whipping this way and that faster than could be tracked, effectively dicing the illionary soldiers. Annwn stood dumbfound for a second, only a "Huh" was all he could muster before he tore off towards the battle, a wide grin in his face, and his knives twirling. This was going to be fun. | Name(s):
Annwn
Gender:
Male
Epithet:
Lord of Rats
The Plague Rat
Race:
Doppelganger
Total Level:
-100
Racial Level:
Doppelganger: 15
Greater Doppleganger: 10
Job Level:
Assassin 10
Shadow Dancer 15(a class that is based off of quick combat and single strikes, mixed with specialized blink magic. In combat it often times looks like they are dancing around the battlefield with deadly grace, disappearing and reappearing seemingly from the shadows, hence the name.)
Sword Dancer 10
Weapon Master 5
Swarm Caller 15 (A relatively uncommon spell casting class, due to its lack of direct damage output and low effectiveness in a direct forward fight, instead relying on summoned swarms to deal large amounts of indirect damage)
Plague Bringer 10 (A higher form of the Swarm Caller job, and even more rare. The Plague Bringer focuses on summoning “plague creatures” (rats/bats/diseased animals/etc.) as well as calling upon various poison and disease spells to add some direct/indirect damage)
Karma:
-100
Stats:
HP: 85
MP: 60
Phy. Atk: 100
Phy. Def: 70
Agility: Limit exceeded
Mag. Atk: 90
Mag. Def: 70
Resistance: 75
Special Ability: 100
Total: (without limit exceed) 650
Abilities and Powers:
A terrifying mix of a lightning quick skirmish fighter, an indirect damage mage and a psychological warfare expert, Annwn in combat has been described as an animalistic dervish of fear and blades. A description that fits well, all things considered. Annwn begins a fight by observing a target, the longer the better, and waits for the perfect opportunity to strike from the shadows, seizing on surprise and the sudden confusion to aid his attack. If surprise is not an option Annwn opens with a torrent of illusions and summoned swarms, to sow both fear and chaos into the foes ranks and mind, before engaging.
His normal combat stance is a hunched over animalistic look, a look that is reinforced by Song often times twitching behind him like a sinister bladed tail.
Active and Passive Abilities (Optional):
Ring (causes a high pitched sound to emanate from a certain point, causing discomfort to and debuffing the ability to resist mind affecting spells/skills to all those that hear it)
Rat's nose (Allows Annwn to literally see sent trails)
Illusionary copies (creates multiple copies that all act and speak like Annwn, even going so far as to fight like him. But a single good hit and the fakes vanish in a poof of thick smoke)
Cleanse (Purifies the body of most toxins and poison)
Razor cloud (creates up a wide swirling cloud of razor wire)
Razor cloud: Toxin (a variation of Razor cloud that is coated in various potent toxins)
Razor cloud: Burst (oddly enough the best way to describe this variation of Razor cloud, would be to replace the razor wire with detcords, that are coated with high explosives)
Confusion: single target and mass (causes a bout of severe confusion in a single target, and mild confusion in an AOE. Both however have similar side effects such as, those affected lashing out in a fit of rage, those affected attempting to flee from some unknown thing, forgetfulness, and a temporary degradation of fine motor skills, which in severe cases turns into a temporary loss of fine motor skills)
Plague wind (Annwn breaths out a large sickly green cloud that chokes anyone in its area, as well as causes boils, blisters, and other sores to appear on any exposed skin)
Hearts Fear (A powerful illusion that causes those affected to see a smoky, shadow, of their worst living fear to apparate in front of them. The apparition deals no damage, and receives no damage as it is a trick of the mind, however frightening)
No more suns (A massive AOE that bleeds the color out of its effective area, turning ones sight greyscale. While being unsettleing, the spell also has the effect of lenghening and deepining shadows, which plays into Annwn's shadow dancer ability's)
Those of Secrets (summons a sizeable number of disembodied red eyes appear and seek out threats and targets within a set area. When they find something they pursue it, reporting their location to Annwn via a telepathic link)
Calling the Hungry (Summons a large swarm of spectral rats. They appear suddenly, pouring out of any opening into the room like a flood of small bodies, or by appearing from an inky black smoke. They will attack any living thing in their sight range, save for Annwn, and will consume any corpses already present or those they drag down with a voracious appetite. It should also be noted that the more the rats consume, the more rats continue to appear. They have no set health and therefor cannot be slain for extra health)
Rat Guard (Summons a pair over-leveled, armored, spectral Dire Rats that protects Annwn)
Over Rank Magics (Optional):
Blighted Earth (powerful magic rips up from the ground, creating large fissures that emanate with power and cause massive damage to those in the affected area. What it leaves behind is a wasteland, a grey sheet of torn earth and rocky crags, save for a single white flower that grows at the center of the AOE)
Omega Shift: Avatar of the Plague (not really over rank magic, but it is an ability that follows the same rules and regulations as over rank magic)
Bonus Abilities (Optional, heteromorphic characters only):
Perfect Copy (Due to his being a greater doppleganger, Annwn can perfectly copy any humanoid down to the most minor detail. He even gains a percentage of their skills and power on top of his own)
War Shifter (Annwn can change his form with little to no concentration in the midst of combat, negating the usual penalties for shifting mid combat)
Special Skills (Optional):
Shadow Blink/Slashing Blink: SD (A shadowdancer base skill/spell. Shadow blink is an at will spell that covers the caster in a thick smog like smoke, which rapidly dissipates only to form where the Shadowdancer has blinked to. Slashing Blink allows Annwn to deal damage, equal to one to three hits, if his blink path intercepts any person or monster along the way. Slashing Blink however is considered slower in speed, leaving behind a vapor trail, and has a shorter range than Shadow blink)
One with disease: PB (the skill learned by the plague bringer class. One grants Annwn with immunity from sickness and disease based attacks, as well as a resistance to various poisons)
Main Equipment:
Geri and Freki: Divine (A pair of twin Dussack Knives. Their design is relatively plain, with only a few scratchd on symbols adorning them. But despite their minimalist design, the pair hold true to their namesake (which translated means "the Ravenous"), as when one is cut with the blades the wound seems to be eaten away by an unseen force, stopping a few inches away from the wounded zone dealing death damage and giving the blades a stacking bonus to damage, penetration. If a target is killed with Geri and Freki, their body withers to a husk and grants the blades a massive bonus stack, equal to several normal stacks. As soon as the stacks grow beyond a fairly high number, Annwn can consume them to replenish health.)
Song: Legacy (An enchanted Rope dart that is animated and is controlled by ones thoughts. As such Annwn usually uses Song as a third arm during combat, lashing out with it in blinding fast attacks, or for mid fight surprise attacks)
Mask of the Snarling One: Legacy (Grants physical attack and resistance bonuses. Annwins breath through this one sounds like the low snarl of a beast.)
Mask of the Laughing One: Relic (Allows Annwn the ability to track movement through walls. Annwn's breath through this one sounds like a chuckle)
Mask of the Silent One: Legacy (Grants Magic power and magic resist bonuses. Annwn's breath through this one sounds like the empty breeze of a burned out forest.)
The Armor Of the Rat King: Unknown level (A highly customized suit of light armor that was originally forged as a high level mundane armor and then reforged again and again until it reached its current iteration. A suit of high strength, resistance and surprising flexibility, the Rat king’s armor mixes both high level magic and master quality mundane armor, making discerning it’s level almost impossible.)
Personality (Optional):
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Background:
Annwn first joined the world of YGGDRASIL a bit after launch, as part of the inevitable post-launch crowd that picked up the title after the gauntlet that was the public forum had a chance at it. From the get go the open world, shaped by the actions of players as much as by the developers, enthralled him. The result was many a sleepless night as he soloed through much of the lower rank challenges, preferring to be left alone for the most part. In truth he had a couple names on his friends list, but it was nothing too substantial, and no one of any real note. In any case he found that he rarely needed help, as none of the creatures, or even players posed that much of a threat.
That was until he reached level 15.
At this point he hit a wall, he was too weak to fight monsters alone, and his solitude (probably not helped by his being a monster race) made him an easy mark for higher leveled parties to pick him off in the wilds. So after a couple frustrating days Annwn dropped the game, moving on to other distractions as the wall he reached seemed insurmountable. Yet, after a couple weeks of separation Annwn logged back in and tried again to go at it, but as walls tend to do, it held fast and Annwn was on the verge of leaving once more, that was till he decided to try one last thing. Swallowing his apprehension, Annwn began to look for a guild to join. But, probably due to his choice of player race, he found that his choice of guilds that would take him slim indeed. Still he found one that he thought would fit him well, it was a small loosely organized group rather than a true guild, but with their help Annwn overcame his block and was once more enthralled with the game.
As time passed the ‘guild’ phased through multiple incarnations, as the old members would leave and the new members would take their place. A cycle that had formed with little to no actual input from the guild itself. It was during one of these transitionary times that Annwn came into possession of the Rat Mark. He obtained it during the "Dance of the Rat king" event. A unique nutcracker themed event that occurred near Christmas, it was a relatively straightforward event of go in, do the thing, kill the big guy, get the special treasure. Only the catch was that the person who scored the killing blow on the Rat King would be granted a unique treasure, and have his or her character soul bound to it. With most of guild wiped by the time they reached the boss, it fell to Annwn and a handful of others to finish the raid. After an hour or so, multiple close calls and more than a few potions, they finally succeeded in killing the boss, with Annwn scoring the last hit and gaining the Rat Mark.
The guild stayed together for a few weeks afterwards, until their growing power was checked by a couple of human only guilds that annihilated the members, and spawn camped them until they disbanded the guild.
Once more on his own Annwn wandered for a good number of days, until he came upon the reformed Seekers of fate. Happily joining their ranks he made sure to stand out as a unorthodox fighter and one of their better scouts and assassins. He lost track of how long he was with the guild, the hours of fun and comradery blending together and even now in the end of the game, he stayed with the Seekers, wanting to see the end with those he called friends.
Trivia:
He has a non-combat pet rat named Gnash
He will often change form based on emotion, so long as he is around those he knows.
He bares the Mark of the rat (More like a slightly living Tattoo than an item, The Rat Mark is inked into Annwn's back and provides him with information like a permanent/fixed eye from Those of Secrets)
His personal room in the guild hall is a bit odd (will explain later) |
48,270 | 1,303 | 8 | 75 | 76 | Ma-Lee smiled at the answer that was given. Her eyes glittering with joy.
“Why don't we jump in too~” she spoke with a twisted grin on her face. He knew that she only wanted to be used, to kill things so she could consume their souls. But he was generally pretty sure that if this was what it was suppose to be. None of those things really had souls...well at least in the game, they couldn't be killed to get souls. Maybe they could now he didn't understand. But if this was some sort of test? Should he truly have just jumped in. Let alone, he didn't fully get the situation around him. What if he could be killed? What would that feel like.
He sighed as his grip tightened around the handle. “Fine lets go Ma-Lee.” He stated as he pushed his hand against the seeming bubble. It's magical texture seeming almost to ripple to him as his hand passed threw. The scream of glee that came out of Ma-Lee was both intimidating and motivating at the same time. He couldn't really express how it made him feel. But never the less he took a step into the playing field before him. Feeling the magical illusion nature ripple against his flesh, his eyes darted around him.
A battlefield loomed before him. With the members seeming to use their skills against the 'beast' before them. Each one being killed by another member of the guild. No, they weren't beasts merely seeming like soldiers. Of course he was no exception to the rule as when he stepped foot in he seemed to draw in their attention. The aggro of the near by ones made them charge him their levels probably ranged in the 80s? He wasn't entirely sure. He pulled his hand down on his Ax, holding it in it's appropriate way and entered stance. Reciting a little prayer, as he would normally in his role play sense before swinging it horizontally in a matter that cleaved threw the targets before him. The weight of them, his Ax. It all felt too real. The sensation was limited though, as he would have expected. It was, an illusion. His life would easily tell him other wise. Having been in some rather rough scenarios himself.
He jumped to the side as another came close, dodging the down strike while parrying another. Killing another 2. Ma-Lee started eccentric, glowing with joy, but soon came to realize she wasn't going to be eating anything. She looked bored. Her eyes just looked around the field of battle as she spotted the leader of the guild. And pointed at her. He looked to the area for a moment, when one came that was and began to work his way towards the guild leader. | Charlemagne :
Name(s):
•Charlemagne
Gender:
•Male
Race:
• Human
Epithet:
• The Betrayer
• The Cursed
• Wandering Exorcist
Race:
• Human
Total Level:
• 100
Racial Level:
• N/A
Job Level:
• Knight 15
• Paladin 10
• Exorcist 10
• Inquisitor 5 – A specialist in hunting down “heathens”, and evil classes. Using detective work, traps and “divine” guidance.
• Blacksmith 15
• Other: 45
Karma:
• +100
Stats:
• HP: 100
• MP: 25
• Phy. Atk: 100
• Phy. Def: 80
• Agility: 100
• Mag. Atk: 20
• Mag. Def: 100
• Resistance: Limit Exceed
• Special Ability: 100
• Total: Limit Exceed (known skills (without the limit exceed) 625)
Abilities and Powers:
• Charlemagne, is a close range fighter for the most part. A mage killer in some people views with his high resistance and magic defense. He often rather learn about his target before taking any action against them. Over all his skills range in tactics, planning and helping a group. In one on one he is no push over either (having become an inquisitor he needed to travel alone a lot). He will use the battlefield to his advantage, and is often willing to sacrifice himself if need be. He has died fighting against entire guilds to protect cities from being raided for their items. He uses Ryora, his two handed broad sword (can be used as a one hander or a two hander) with pride of his old crusader days. And could careless about the numbers he has to fight. However, this depends on one variable. Malevolence.
When possessed by Malevolence, the nearest target is going to be in for quite a surprise. As the use of the ax will occur without a second thought. As other have literally killed their friends, or cared for ones around them. The mind of malevolence is simple, as much pain as possible before they are killed, and build as much fear as needed to keep their “master” ready.
Active and Passive Abilities (Optional):
• Soul Count Down: No matter where Malevolence is, the violent visions will continually get worse till she's fed. Thanks to Charlemagne's amazing resistance (Limit Exceed) He has a much longer Count Down. However, it doesn't make the experience anymore pleasant. When the countdown hit's Zero he gets possessed by the weapon.
• Aura Of the Betrayer (Passive): After Gaining the Achievement, Betrayer, His character gained the Aura of the Betrayer. Where a person would gain 2000 reputation for example he would get zero. In fact, some quests may make him fall into the negative. The aura comes from the ax, an eternal warning of what he has done.
• Aura of the Crusader (Passive): Grants the people around him and himself a boost to undead based spells. Gives off a calming presence to NPCs.
• Turn Evil: The ability to turn away undead in fear.
• Exorcism (Tier 5) : Spirituality allows him to rip out possessed spirits from beings. It also can kill Undead and Demons.
Over Rank Magics (Optional):
• Mass Exorcism : The area of a battlefield is hit with a massive “attack” that purges all “evil” based creatures. Hitting them with a powerful exorcism that will kill them or attache stat degrading effects( A massive Stat debuff, lowering all stats to low levels.). It also tells the Inquisitor the location of the evil beings. This attack is rather potent against Heteromorphic Groups of Demons and Undead, but will hit anyone who is naturally Evil.
Bonus Abilities (Optional, heteromorphic characters only):
•
Special Skills (Optional):
• Divine Guidance: Summoning on the power of the “divines” he is able to track down his target on the map. Showing him the location of them.
Main Equipment:
• Malevolence (Divine) : The forging of this ax was part of a massive quest chain that was a one time event based. Though not many people were able to complete the quest as it had a variety of needs necessary for it. The weapon itself is somewhat of a curse. The Ax was forged by dragon's blood with runic curses along the blade. Said to make it into an almost unbreakable metal. For it's powers to be fully realized, the player had the kill an entire village. As the blade consumed their souls, it constantly whispers it's intent to it's owner. Generally in a form of some kind. The blade's “sex” in it's form was determined by the way it was made, and the properties it contained. Whenever the weapon kills something it traps and consumes the soul. Essentially making the ax quite a violent doom weapon. The ax is also bound to it's owner by a blood oath. Forever attached to their soul. (most of this was originally flavor text about the weapon) It is said, if the weapon isn't “fed” it will possess it's owner, and go hunting for it's own food. Represented in the game by loss of character for a few moments. The character going into a hunt and attacking npcs (or other players in pvp).
• Armor Set of the Vigilant Crusader(Legendary) : A standard plate set that was needed for his former guild. Before their fall all the captains of the groups were commanded to have this armor. It increases mental resistances (brain washing) and resistance to undead spells and effects. However, when against holy spells it's probably better off just wearing nothing. The armor was often seen as useless because of this. Being it didn't give anything in bonus to anything other then against Undead and Demons.
• Ryora (Legendary): His standard sword he uses when fighting against people in combat, in his former guild it was the graduation weapon you got. Made from the smiths in the guild. It's a two handed broadsword.
Personality (Optional):
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Background:
Charlemagne had no real problem with playing on his own. For the most part he would just grind to get the levels materials or whatever it was that he would need. This, didn't last though. As it was a common thing he would often do in most of his MMO experiences he decided this time, to finally take a step and try to raise up the ranks of the a guild. And to take it to the next step, take part of an RP PVP guild. He felt whatever game it was that he would want to take in hand for it. It would have to be a big one with liberties. Which was why he managed to get his hands onto the game of YGGDRASIL. The World and more seemed to be perfect for the play style he was going to try to get himself into. He planned out his character, and build up his own profile on it. Keeping in up with his own choices. He jumped into the first RP PVP guild he found. “The Order of Sanctums Lost”. Quite the tongue full he thought at the time. Being a mere level one. But they accepted him as an soldier of arms.
The Guild, TOSL (The Order of Sanctums Lost), was a crusade style guild. They were a “holy” order that believed in the protection of the non-evil races. They believed in upholding the defense and guardianship of all the Human, and to a lesser extent Demi-human races. From the twisted plague that was some of the Heteromorphic races. He didn't fully understand the logic. But he would play in character. A dutiful recruit wanting to climb up the ranks to further carry on their cause. He would find out the hard way, that the way to the top wasn't the easy way. And for the most part the climb was very very steep.
His first mission would always mark him for his entire life of which in total only 2 missions would mark him this much. This being obviously the first one. Even though he was merely playing a character. He got his first official mission with a small squad. They were to infiltrate a Heteromorphic base. Mostly Undead and Demon types. Something that his character at least was more then willing to jump onto. They made up a whole story behind it, about them assaulting a near by village. Killing the villagers and turning them into mindless zombies that followed. It was a load of crap to just get into pvp. Of course it was still fun to rp out the trip their. Following his captain with his fellow acolytes they moved onto the camp. Ambushing them and assaulting them. Their was something wrong though, as they fought back he noticed how some of the players seemed to take this way to seriously, going as far as camping their corpses, and even blowing up corpses and calling in other guild members to camp the zones they may have to come back from. He watched as the one he was supposed to kill lay down before him. Her attacks were well placed but, he had focused a lot on having a rather high resistance when it came to it. And he knelt over her. As she sent him a message. Telling him to please let her go, this was the 9th time this week this happened. He remained silent and killed her. In order to not look good in front of his commander. But his non-rp side felt annoyed at this. Sending her money in game money and an apology about what had happen. Explaining he didn't expect her to feel better from it. And made to make sure she never had to worry about equipment cost or resurrection cost for at least awhile. The money he gave was more then enough.
If it was real life, he character would have probably died of starvation as it was his entire in-game salary for awhile. But he didn't mind. He didn't see it as right, to hunt down a group over and over again.
His climb was slow but eventually he became a captain. Gaining armor, a sword and even titles to go with his name. Though of course most was just flavor text, he did get his favorite sword from this achievement. A blade he would work to make more powerful as he climbed up in levels so that he'd never have to throw it away. Forever a memory of his past, and the deeds he had to do both for and behind the scenes. His character was feared, RP wise he was rather zealous, and a minor Xenophobic of any race that wasn't human. However, he wasn't that way when he wasn't in character. Often, fighting other guilds to protect those in trouble. He wasn't always rping obviously. And he didn't realize this was a rule..
The Rising Darkness event occurred as a one time event for Halloween. It was a massive quest chain that ended in getting a divine weapon. It was only open for certain classes, and for the most part needed the “handle of cursed burnt remains”. A rather obnoxious title to say the least. Regardless this began a quest, that would bring you to a village that was available for this event. You could come here even without the quest at the time, as they would have a rather wide range of items for sale for just about everyone under the sun. The quest would then begin to shift to helping this village building up reputation with them. Doing meaningless tasks, like gathering things, killing certain creatures. All as the quests seemed to be given by two different quests givers. One that gave the quests being the town elder, the other was a mystic man. Draped in rugged black robes, and a hood that covered his face. He was old from this textures on his flesh but overall, the character seemed to be monotone and at times would shift about. Indeed a Shady character. Fitting for a Halloween event.
At the coming of the maximum trust with the village. An event would trigger. A massive dragon would come down from the sky. Causing the ground to shake with each pound of it's massive wings. It's roar vibrating the building and shattering windows. It was rather intense. Leading to you having to beat the dragon with the villagers. After the beating of this dragon, you are looked as a hero of the village. And given an heirloom from the village. A marker of one of their heroes. This would now trigger the dark side of the quest. Something most people didn't seem to bother doing. But he couldn't help himself, he was a rather curious fellow when it came to story lines and he wanted to see this one threw. Walking to the hooded figure with the weapon of your choosing (that you managed to get from the last quest for that chain) would begin the quest chain named “Malevolence”. Almost as haunting as the name the deeds needed would come from a variety of living and dead things. Needing to gathering up, blood of 100 dragons, and using the tainted blood of a succubus and demon to taint the holy weapon in your hand. Doing this bound the weapon to only you. No one else would be able to use the weapon besides yourself. Then, having it reforged in the necrotic tomb of corruption. Lots of cheesy names, that was what he would constantly think while doing the quest. The ending though, this got to him. He did it to see the end, but had no idea of what would occur. The Ax finished it was a demonic looking weapon. Nothing like the holy weapon it once looked like, but in order to finish the deed, it needed the blood of 500 people who trust you outright. It needed their souls. At first he figured it could just be anything. Trying it on things it did nothing, then after awhile he noticed a count down timer in the side of his screen. Not thinking much of it, he finished some dailies and started to notice a girl in the distance moving closer. And whispers in his headset. All scripted obviously,
as this was all part of his story chain but it was still creepy none the less.
The girl would eventually appear on and off near him. Often grasping at him to take his arm or hand. Her face was bleeding from all openings. Eyes, nose, mouth ears. Her flesh pale and her body would twitch viciously as an eerie death gargle could be heard replaced with a lower echoed growl....he couldn't take it anymore at one point and went to the town where the old man was. Noticing he wasn't their. And for some reason all the denizens around were red. The girl would appear beside them, the people as they looked at his character. Almost disgustedly, the village elder coming up to him and demanding to know what he did and suddenly he lost control of his character. His count down timer, had reached zero. And he began killing everyone in the village. One by one they fell, the laughing of the girl could be heard as his character swung and killed everything around him. The counter climbing up to the needed 500 fast. If he had known...he probably wouldn't have gone this far either. All the humans were butchered. Anything alive, cats, dogs, children, deer the random talking door. After the frenzy was done, he was given a rather interesting achievement, “The Betrayer”. His reputation of all his locations dropped into the negatives. Ranging from towns to any npc group. Though he knew, to be honest he didn't need the towns. Not if he wanted to repair and such. All the players could do that. And he was part of a guild.
When he returned to his guild he was removed from it. Stating in RP, that the mass slaughter of innocent people wasn't right. And the Order would not stand by it. For the most part they should have executed him. But they felt banishing would be the best action. For the world outside would be far worse then the world inside. Of course the guild member out of character told him to leave as he betrayed the entire guild. And he should kill himself all that childish insults. However, he found it ironic they would preach about slaughtering innocent people. While hunting down and killing Heteromorphic for fun. Yah, that made sense, but it's how it went when it came to these things. Once more he was put out onto his own. Not letter this get to him, he set out with his gear and walked threw the game itself. Still keeping in character, but adding the events that past into his profile.
For awhile, he thought he was actually alone. Protecting what he could with his sword. His ax merely a weapon only for the worse of cases. As nothing in his collection could even come close to it's power. The counter however, decided to remind him of the event that took him from his guild. They made him kill 500 npcs that trusted him. Yes...it came back. The girl moving about randomly at a distance as she watched from the bushes, the trees. From in distance buildings. Slowly coming closer and getting more grotesque with each movement. Twitching violently. Reaching out to him, and whispering to him to use his ax. He wasn't about to let this happen again, that fear like tactic he'd seen before. Losing control of your character for like 2 minutes? That was just annoying. But he couldn't bring it upon himself to just delete the weapon. It too, held it's place in his story.
On the last day, of trying to kill something to make the ax work he stumbled upon a group of Heteromorphic walking down the animal pass. It was obvious they were in a party. They were also all lower leveled players. They seemed to be having fun. He merely just watched. He wasn't going to kill them for no reason, though...if he had to he may have to sacrifice one of them, and then help pay for their resurrection...that was before he noticed a group of human and demi human races jump out of bush. An ambush on these low levels? They were all high level too. Pathetic. His character had been laying down staring at the sky this whole time. Looking between the leaves of the deciduous trees. But this wasn't going to pass on his watch. He pressed a button to have his character get up rp style and began to walk towards the fight.
Fight they did. They tried to hold off the assault but at this level they stood no chance. Being pushed back. Their females falling first to the ground. Not yet killed merely stunned as some of the guys did the general kiddish victory dance over them. They were the first to be cut down. His ax sung threw the air, it's mere swing seeming to give off a dark and twisted howl. As it eviscerated threw armor and flesh, causing them to fall to the ground. They were dead, all of them had been killed, next up was the last 6 of the group. He wouldn't have the benefit of a ambush attack like they did now. They turned to see him, it had been sometime since he pvped. But he didn't care, he turned the ax in his hand as his blond hair flashed back and a twisted grin seemed to be painted on his characters face. Perfect it matched the one on his own face in real life as they charged to one other. The zone erupted into combat as a 100 fought against clearly people who had never fought anything other then low levels. They were around 90-100 themselves. But they didn't know how to deal with him. The mage fired off a spell to debuff him only to see it do no damage...not only that he barely even flinched as he took on their paladin. The ax seeming to induce a fear aura, dropping their characters hit chance and added in a erode armor stack on anything he hit. He chuckled to himself at this ax's seemingly twisted power.
The fight lasted for a bit. Even though they didn't fight against another pvp in serious pvp before their was still 6 of them, and one mistake would get him killed. Defeating the purpose of saving the Heteromorphic around him. On the reach of the last one. He had his character use a grab command. Picking the knight off his feet. And he crushed the knights neck. Throwing it aside before having his character (for rp purposes) fall to his butt. The other Heteromorphic seemed to run up to him, thanking him. Obviously they weren't role players. So he didn't really reply as he would normal. With uncertainty and such as would come from his character. But with an honest no problem. They talked to him about a guild called Seekers, a protection guild for them. A sort of safe haven. And if he wanted, he could come with them. They would even pay him to follow and protect them from being attacked. He brushed it off. Saying they didn't need to pay him anything. Just he couldn't follow them into cities or near them because he would get attacked by the guards. The very things built into the game to protect anyone who broke the law. They merely laughed and introduced themselves. One, of the females were very happy. Adding him as a friend and more. He merely complied it was good to have made friends again.
For the most part, joining the Seekers wasn't as he thought it would be. It wasn't easy to get in for one. The heteromorphics of the group didn't trust him. Rightly so as he still wore the colours of his old guild. But, his reputation of being basically an amazing pvper and having participated in tournaments would seem to let him in. Though at a very low spectrum of the guild. Listening to orders from those higher then him. (Which essentially was everyone)
Trivia:
• Beware Malevolence. She will attack and torture anyone, without a second thought. After she is sated, Charlemagne will gain back his body.
• Destroying Malevolence will possibly lead to side effects to the soul it's bound to (Charlemagne in this case).
Name(s):
• Malevolence
• Ma – Lee.
Gender:
• None, Avatar Female, prefers female reference.
Epithet:
• Soul Reaper
Race:
• Cursed Demonic Weapon Avatar
Total Level: n/a
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Racial Level: n/a
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Job Level: n/a
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Karma:
• -500
Abilities and Powers:
• Ma – Lee isn't able to do anything in her avatar form. This standing she can still move things and interact with the world around her.
Active and Passive Abilities (Optional):
• Possession (Weapon): Malevolence has the ability to possesses Charlemagne after a set amount of time. This power is passive, and is a goal for her.
• NPC Reputation Negative (Weapon): She effects the way people look at Charlemagne by giving them a negative feeling about him. She doesn't seem to care though. This passive applies to only non-created characters. Or character's not made by players. As they technically aren't part of a “npc faction” like villagers, guards and such. They are part of the player or guild factions.
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Over Rank Magics (Optional): N/A
Bonus Abilities (Optional, heteromorphic characters only): N/A
Special Skills (Optional):
• Posession (Weapon) Effect : She is able to possess Charlemagne, even with his limit exceed resistance.
Main Equipment: N/A She is a weapon.
Personality (Optional):
• She is quite the mix of a personality. She adores torture, gore and death. Delights in the sight of pain to others, and loves consuming souls. She pushes to try to make Charlemagne use her constantly. Though until the new world, she was never scene by anyone else but him. Often whispering to him, to try to make him fall into using her as per her code. How she will react now that others can see her is to be seen.
Background:
• She has been with Charlemagne since he began the quest chain to make her. Though not known to him at the time.
Trivia:
• She has never been seen before. When entering the new world, she reconstructed her body(avatar). Believing this would make Charlemagne use her more often.
• She doesn't wish for harm to occur to Charlemagne. Even though she clearly enjoys the pain and gruesome torture of others.
She is a special NPC. Not targetable by other characters (or players). Essentially immortal. However she can't harm other pc's or characters either. She is merely an avatar, not "really there". |
48,271 | 1,304 | 0 | 1,126 | 802 | Belias, the Gigas
Group A Battle!Current Time: 80 secParadigm: Delta AttackNext Up: NyxiaNoir - SEN HP: {[][][][][][][][][][]} HP: 279/675 Next: 81.2 sec TP: {[][][][][]} Status: - COM HP: {[][][][][][][][]][]} HP: 472/543 Next: 80 sec TP: {[][][][][][][][]} Status: - RAV HP: {[][][][][][][][]][]} HP: 438/515 Next: 83.1 sec TP: {[][][][][][][][][][]} Status: HP: {[][][][][][][][][][]} Next: 92 sec Chain: {[][][][][][][]][][]} 171.7% Break: 40.5 sec Status:
Group B Battle!Current Time: 80.3 secParadigm: AggresionNext Up: JulianNadia - COM HP: {[][][][][][][][][][]} HP: 325/545 Next: 81.3 sec TP: {[][][][][][][][][][]} Status: - RAV HP: {[][][][][][][][][]]} HP: 490/515 Next: 80.3 sec TP: {[][][][][][][][][][]} Status: - COM HP: {[][][][][]][][][][]} HP: 294/548 Next: 81.4 sec TP: {[][][][]---------|} Status: HP: {[][][][][][][][][][]} Next: 96 sec Chain: {[][][][][][][]][][]} 171.7% Break: 40.2 sec Status:
Group A Battle! - Starting Paradigm: Ruthless
Noir's turn! He targets Belias with an attack for 82 damage, attacks for 79 damage, and attacks for 74 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Aero (Resist) for 62 damage, Fire (Absorb) which heals 65 damage, and Blizzard (Resist) for 0 damage (Missed!).
Molly's turn! She targets Belias with Slow P for 28 damage (Missed!), Deprotect P for 28 damage (Missed!), and Deshell P for 28 damage (Missed!).
Belias's turn! It uses Flamestrike on Nyxia for 352 damage.
Belias's turn! It uses Fira on Nyxia for 95 damage, hitting Noir for 105 damage and Molly for 113 damage.
Molly's turn! She targets Belias with Slow P for 27 damage (Missed!), Deprotect P for 27 damage, and Deshell P for 28 damage (Missed!).
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Aero (Resist) for 53 damage, Blizzard (Resist) for 53 damage, and Aero (Resist) for 51 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Belias with Libra. Belias is WEAK to Water.
Noir's turn! He changes his Role to SYN! The new Paradigm is Guerilla! .
Noir's turn! He targets Molly with Protect for 138 seconds
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Blizzard (Resist) for 48 damage, Aero (Resist) for 48 damage, and Blizzard (Resist) for 52 damage.
Molly's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is Guerilla! She then targets Nyxia with Cure for 125 HP.
Belias's turn! He uses Flamestrike on Noir for 382 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Nyxia with Protect for 138 seconds.
Molly's turn! She targets Noir with Cure for 128 HP and Cure for 128 HP.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Aero (Resist) for 51 damage, Blizzard (Resist) for 52 damage, and Aero (Resist) for 54 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets self with Protect for 138 seconds.
Belias's turn! He begins charging an attack!
Molly's turn! She targets Nyxia with Cure for 129 HP, Cure for 129 HP, and Cure for 130 HP.
Noir's turn! He targets self with Shell for 138 seconds
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Blizzard (Resist) for 64 damage, Aero (Resist) for 63 damage, and Blizzard (Resist) for 67 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Molly with Shell for 138 seconds.
Molly's turn! She targets Noir with Cure for 130 HP and Cure for 129 HP.
Belias's turn! He uses Flaming Halberd on Nyxia for 387 damage!
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is Convalescence! She then targets self with Cure for 140 HP.
Noir's turn! He targets Nyxia with Shell for 138 seconds.
Molly's turn! She targets self with Cure for 130 HP.
Noir's turn! He changes his Role to SEN! The new Paradigm is Combat Clinic! He then targets Belias with Provoke.
Noir's turn! He uses Steelguard.
Molly's turn! She changes her Role to SAB! The new Paradigm is Attrition! She then targets Belias with Slow P for 59 damage (Missed!).
Nyxia's turn! She targets self with Cure for 127 HP and Cure for 128 HP.
Nyxia's turn! There is no one left to heal, so she waits for three seconds.
Noir's turn! He uses Steelguard.
Molly's turn! She targets Belias with Slow P for 62 damage, Deshell P for 60 damage (Missed!), and Slow P for 63 damage (Missed!).
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Dirty Fighting! She then targets Belias with an attack for 234 damage.
Noir's turn! He changes his Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Devastation! He then targets Belias with Ruin for 182 damage.
Belias's turn! He uses Flamestrike on Noir for 269 damage.
Molly's turn! She changes her Role to RAV! The new Paradigm is Aggresion! She then targets Belias with Froststrike (Resist) for 68 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 322 damage, Ruin for 337 damage, and Ruin for 314 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Belias with Ruin for 188 damage, Ruin for 178 damage, and Ruin for 224 damage.
Molly's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is Tireless Charge! She then targets Noir with Cure for 129 HP.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 325 damage, Ruin for 315 damage, and Ruin for 343 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Belias with Ruin for 227 damage, Ruin for 199 damage, and Ruin for 224 damage.
Belias's turn! He uses Fira on Nyxia for 71 damage, hitting Noir for 82 damage and Molly for 77 damage.
Molly's turn! She targets Noir with Cure for 127 HP and Cure for 129 HP.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 271 damage, Ruin for 281 damage, and Ruin for 285 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Belias with Ruin for 197 damage, Ruin for 221 damage, and Ruin for 217 damage.
Molly's turn! She changes her Role to RAV! The new Paradigm is Aggresion! She then targets Belias with Stonestrike (Resist) for 75 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 266 damage, Ruin for 282 damage, and Ruin for 273 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Belias with Ruin for 222 damage, Ruin for 200 damage, and Ruin for 198 damage.
Molly's turn! She targets Belias with Stonestrike (Resist) for 77 damage, Froststrike (Resist) for 76 damage, and Stonestrike (Resist) for 77 damage.
Belias's turn! He uses Flamestrike on Noir for 265 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 305 damage, Ruin for 301 damage, and Ruin for 296 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Belias with Ruin for 235 damage, Ruin for 218 damage, and Ruin for 246 damage.
Molly's turn! She targets Belias with Stonestrike (Resist) for 0 damage (Missed!), Froststrike (Resist) for 83 damage, and Froststrike (Resist) for 85 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 330 damage, Ruin for 323 damage, and Ruin for 327 damage.
Noir's turn! He changes his Role to SEN! The new Paradigm is Delta Attack! He then targets Belias with Steelguard for 0 damage.
Belias's turn! He uses Fira on Noir for 130 damage.
Molly's turn! She targets Belias with Froststrike (Resist) for 80 damage, Froststrike (Resist) for 82 damage, and Froststrike (Resist) for 80 damage.
Nyxia is up next!
Group B Battle! - Starting Paradigm: Decimation
Nadia's turn! She targets Belias with an attack for 109 damage, attacks for 107 damage, and attacks for 109 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Belias with Stone (Resist) for 65 damage, Thunder (Resist) for 65 damage, and Water (Weak) for 269 damage.
Brax's turn! She targets self with Shell for 138 seconds.
Belias's turn! He uses Flamestrike on Brax for 391 damage.
Brax's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is Diversity! She then targets self with Cure for 122 HP.
Julian's turn! He changes his Role to SYN! The new Paradigm is Hero's Charge!
Nadia's turn! She targets Belias with an attack for 104 damage, attacks for 109 damage, and attacks for 113 damage.
Belias's turn! He uses Fira on Julian for 101 damage, hitting Nadia for 111 damage and Brax for 76 damage.
Brax's turn! She targets self with Cure for 127 HP and Cure for 134 HP.
Julian's turn! He targets Brax with Protect for 138 seconds
Nadia's turn! She targets Belias with an attack for 0 damage (Missed!), attacks for 117 damage, and attacks for 123 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets self with Protect for 138 seconds.
Brax's turn! She changes her Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Strike Team! She then targets Belias with an attack for 94 damage.
Belias's turn! He uses Flamestrike on Brax for 250 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Nadia with Protect for 138 seconds
Brax's turn! She targets Belias with an attack for 93 damage, attacks for 88 damage, and attacks for 93 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets self with Shell for 138 seconds.
Belias's turn! He begins charging an attack!
Julian's turn! He targets Nadia with Shell for 138 seconds.
Nadia's turn! She changes her Role to SAB! The new Paradigm is Bully! She then targets Belias with Slow for 31 damage.
Brax's turn! She targets Belias with an attack for 98 damage, attacks for 100 damage, and attacks for 101 damage.
Julian's turn! He changes his Role to SEN! The new Paradigm is Dirty Fighting! He then targets Belias with Provoke.
Belias's turn! He uses Flaming Halberd on Julian for 390 damage.
Brax's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 0 damage (Missed!), Ruin for 189 damage, and Ruin for 195 damage.
Julian's turn! He changes his Role to SYN! The new Paradigm is Bully!
Nadia's turn! She targets Belias with Deprotect for 35 damage (Missed!), Deshell P for 36 damage (Missed!), and Deprotect for 34 damage (Missed!).
Julian's turn! He targets self with Faith for 70 seconds.
Brax's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is Evened Odds! She then targets Julian with Cure for 134 HP.
Julian's turn! He targets Brax with Faith for 70 seconds.
Nadia's turn! She targets Belias with Deprotect for 30 damage (Missed!), Deshell P for 37 damage (Missed!), and Deprotect for 30 damage (Missed!).
Brax's turn! She targets Julian with Cure for 130 HP and Cure for 129 HP.
Julian's turn! He targets Nadia with Faith for 70 seconds.
Julian's turn! He changes his Role to SYN! The new Paradigm is Evened Odds!
Nadia's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is Convalescence! She then targets Brax with Cure for 123 HP.
Brax's turn! She changes her Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Hero's Charge! She then targets Belias with Ruin for 276 damage.
Julian's turn! He changes his Role to RAV! The new Paradigm is Diversity!
Nadia's turn! She changes her Role to SAB! The new Paradigm is Ruthless! She then targets Belias with Deshell for 49 damage.
Brax's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 286 damage, Ruin for 306 damage, and Ruin for 271 damage.
Belias's turn! He uses Flamestrike on Brax for 166 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Belias with Water (Weak) for 820 damage, Water (Weak) for 825 damage, and Water (Weak) for 843 damage.
Nadia's turn! She targets Belias with Deprotect for 105 damage.
Brax's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 647 damage, Ruin for 625 damage, and Ruin for 658 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Belias with Water (Weak) for 872 damage, Water (Weak) for 881 damage, and Water (Weak) for 906 damage.
Nadia's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is Diversity! She then targets Brax with Cure for 131 HP.
Belias's turn! He uses Fira on Julian, Nadia, and Brax each for 59 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Belias with Water (Weak) for 929 damage, Water (Weak) for 922 damage, and Water (Weak) for 938 damage.
Brax's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 731 damage, Ruin for 722 damage, and Ruin for 652 damage.
Nadia's turn! She targets self with Cure for 127 HP and Cure for 124 HP, and now at full health.
Nadia's turn! She targets Julian with Cure for 128 HP.
Belias's turn! He uses Flamestrike on Nadia for 220 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Belias with Water (Weak) for 1016 damage, Water (Weak) for 1040 damage, and Water (Weak) for 1050 damage.
Brax's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 686 damage, Ruin for 710 damage, and Ruin for 775 damage.
Nadia's turn! She changes her Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Aggresion! She then targets Belias with Ruin for 677 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Belias with Water (Weak) for 1061 damage, Water (Weak) for 1080 damage, and Water (Weak) for 1139 damage.
Brax's turn! She targets Belias with Ruin for 770 damage, Ruin for 712 damage, and Ruin for 715 damage.
Belias's turn! He uses Fira on Brax for 154 damage.
Julian is up next! | NPC List
Cid Daniels
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Age: 54
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Cid is tall and muscular with center parted white hair and beard. Cid's attire consists of a white vest worn over a black sleeveless top and matching work trousers adorned with black pouches over his knees and toolbelt to carry his engineering equipment and a padded black gauntlet on his left arm, a pair of armor plated black shoes and an ornate pair of goggles with teal lenses (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Cid is known to be intelligent, good-natured and dutiful. He lives to see his creations used to help improve the lives of people and loathes to see the destruction that technology has caused under the banner of the Sanctum (Copied from Wiki).
Squad Role: Mechanic. Cid builds and maintains most of the AMP technology that the squad uses.
Biggs & Wedge
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Age: 20 / 18
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Biggs is a slim youth with swept-back brown hair and a bandana tied round his forehead. He wears an olive shirt and green three-quarter trousers, brown boots with silver fasteners round the ankle, brown gloves, and two belts: one black and one brown, the latter of which has a pouch on his left hip.
Wedge, in contrast, is a self-confessed "roly-poly," enjoying food. He has black hair held back with a red bandana, and wears a beige shirt, blue shorts, brown boots and shoulder pads, with a bandolier across his chest and grenades on the belt of his trousers. (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Biggs and Wedge are good people who care about those around them. Wedge, being the weakest-seeming of the group, looks up to Cid, and blames the tastiness of Breshan cuisine for being chubby. Biggs, meanwhile, maintains a cooler demeanor, but tries to not be too harsh. Both try to emulate Cid’s work ethic in everything they do. (Modified from Wiki).
Squad Role: Supplier. Biggs and Wedge founded B&W Outfitters, an underground supply chain that provides simple accessories to keep the group safe. Wedge generally runs the shop and Biggs builds or collects the supplies. Their sales pitch is as follows: “City life getting you down? Answer the call of the wild! With B&W gear to protect you, a trek through the lowlands is a walk in the park. Why not leave the hustle and bustle behind, and return to nature. It could be just the vacation your soul needs.”
SquadRikken - Maurice - Kimiko - Jesse - Victoria - LilyCOM - RAV - MED - SYN - SAB - SEN
Rikken Image - Maurice Image - Kimiko Image - Jesse Image (N/A) - Victoria Image - Lily Image
Age: 34 - 45 - 18 - 16 - 29 - 25
Gender: M - M - F - M - F - F
Place of birth: All from Cocoon.
Brand location: Right Shoulder - Chest - Left Forearm - Right Hand - Right Thigh - Back of Neck
Description: The squad all works together, each with a different role. They answer to Rikken and can communicate over long distances. They will only journey in groups of three, and the rest stay in camp or can progress on simple missions. The squad follows different mechanics than the party. They cannot equip Accessories or new Weapons, nor can they use Techniques. In exchange, the squad has excellent versatility. Each squad member has their own set of stats and abilities to match their role. Most gain more abilities in their single role than normal to make up for the lack of techniques and equipment.
Backstory/Personality. The squad was a group of Guardian Corps that were fighting against Cocoon soldiers when the party encountered them in Bresha. Rikken and Maurice were separated from the rest of the squad when the power of the l'Cie fell upon them. Suddenly, they found themselves alone against a host of enemies. Rikken is generally the only one to talk directly with the party, as he is the squad leader. The squad are generally respectful of authority and friends, although each member has their own quirks and personalities.
HP: 4 - 4 - 6 - 6 - 5 - 6. STR: 6 - 2 - 1 - 2 - 1 - 5. MAG: 2 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 6 - 1.
Weapon: The squad shares a scimitar that has been forged with a special AMP process that responds to each wielder in various ways.
Squad Role: Mercenaries. |
48,272 | 1,304 | 1 | 1,848 | 73 | The armies of Gran Pulse had made their move, and the war was on. During the initial attack, all PSICOM and Guardian Corps units were deployed in response to the invasion. However, as the battles raged on, the scene unfolding across Cocoon quickly became anything but an organized military campaign. Had the Pulsian forces truly caught them so off guard? The opening conflicts saw Cocoon’s military as a completely reactionary force, as if there had been no preparation for what most considered an inevitability. So many lives already lost because of this war, so many who were left without the ones that they loved…
Madeleine L’amouruex stepped into a train car, crowded with frantic passengers, at the station in Eden, the floating city at Cocoon’s center. Eden had not yet seen the worst of the conflicts in spite of the number of casualties that threatened to exhaust the resources of its hospitals and clinics. Madeleine clutched her staff closely as the doors shut and the train departed, her own emerald eyes staring back at her in the reflection of the window. How many soldiers were able to see another day because of her efforts with this instrument of healing. And how many more had been just beyond her reach, both in the treatment rooms and on the battlefield. She sighed and pulled her long blond hair over one shoulder as the train sped her away towards Palumpolum, Cocoon’s “city of commerce”.
But this was not a shopping trip; Madeleine was on a mission. She had been out with special units countless times during the war, her sole purpose to ensure that everyone lived to fight another day. However, this time the assignment was very different. She had practically no details concerning what the task would be or who was requesting it, other than that he had information that could help end the war. In fact, Madeleine still was not sure why she had accepted the call to join what felt to her like the beginning of an anti-government initiative. Perhaps she had long since recognized that no amount of lives saved today would stop the war from continuing tomorrow. Perhaps the feeling of responsibility that she had for all people had driven to her to take this radical change in direction, in the hopes that it would end the suffering.
What Madeleine did know, in the deepest places of her heart, was that the purpose behind her decision to serve had been eluding her day after day, month after month, ever since he disappeared, and with him had gone a large piece of her soul. If leaving her home and unit behind on a whim could get her closer to the path he had taken…
Sebastian… where are you?
The car doors opening in Palumpolum jolted her from her thoughts. She stepped into the drafty station, which was just as full of pandemonium as everywhere else . Madeleine had dressed light, a long cloak over her white dress, which was emblazoned with the Eye of Etro. Occasionally her missions required her to wear heavier protection, but this was not only a hindrance to her craft but was quite exhausting on her small frame. But today there was no room for error. Madeleine needed to focus; her new teammate would be here to meet her. Together they would continue on to the Outer Rim, where the conflict was at its worst, and eventually end up at the appointed destination of Bresha.
She walked further into the station, the entire experience feeling suddenly very surreal. It was a great departure from anything Madeleine had ever done before. Why had she been picked to take on such a strange assignment? She looked nervously into the chaos around her. Who was this other person that had been selected to accompany her?
Madeleine could not have possibly prepared herself for what the answer to that question was about to entail. | Madeleine L'amoureux
MED - SAB - SYN
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Place of birth: Cocoon, Eden.
Brand location: Right Hip.
Description: Madeleine has long blond hair and emerald eyes. She stands 5'5 and is a bit on the petite side. Her body type is very feminine and athleticism is not her strong suit. However, her experience in the military has made her capable enough to get by in most situations. She prefers to wear light clothing that do no weigh her down, but will put on heavier gear when the task demands it. Madeleine typically keeps her hair down or loosely bound and has rarely been known to get fancied up.
Backstory: The war has begun to take its toll on everyone. Born and raised in Eden, Madeleine began studying medicine in her teens and began formal training as she grew older, with the intention of becoming doctor. It was her older brother, Sebastian, who swayed her decision from practicing as a civilian to contributing to the war effort. Being extremely close to her brother, and unable to stand the thought of anything happening to him, Madeleine volunteered to serve when Sebastian went off to fight in the war. As a new uniformed medic Madeleine started off treating casualties in an emergency clinic as they came in from battle. As the intensity grew and the demands on the battlefield increased, however, she found herself going out with special units to provide medical support on the ground as well as treatment during evacuation back to Eden. She began to learn other skills as well that enabled her to support the warfighters during missions.
Madeleine's main concern continued to be for her brother. However, Sebastian began following a path that led him deeper and deeper into the world of clandestine operations, and one day he simply did not return to Eden. Distraught without any idea if Sebastian was still alive, Madeleine resigned herself to serving wherever she was needed.
Personality: Madeleine is a sweet girl and gentle by nature. She has never fully adapted to the violence of battle but has trained herself to stay focused amidst the chaos. In the clinic she is shy and reserved. She remains ever the optimist during the toughest situations, and her smile has been known to bring comfort to the injured and inspiration to those with whom she works during missions.
MAG 5, HP 4, STR 3
Weapon: Staff-type
Squad Role: Medic
Answers: 30 from rules, Chocolina is my favsies! |
48,273 | 1,304 | 2 | 1,305 | 1,314 | Why am I here?
Nyxia marvelled at how high up in the sky she was. It was strange, being borne into the air on an airship. She felt light and a little unsteady on her feet. True, she had often wondered how it would feel to soar through the sky as she watched the fal'Cie Dahaka emerge from Taejin's Tower and glide effortlessly through it. But never in a million years could she imagine that she'd be where she was now.
Why am I here? the unanswered question flashed through her mind again and this time, she found herself looking towards the floating continent that was to be their destination. Cocoon. She often looked up at the sky and wondered why anyone would be tempted to live there in the Viper's nest. 'Within this shell lies paradise.' How can it be paradise when those living there are merely slaves of the demon Lindzei?
Or at least, that was what she was taught as a child. Everything had been simple then. The fal'Cies were gods put in place by the maker to provide, protect and nurture the land and its people. She looked up to them and often prayed for protection and blessing. She was content and never found herself wanting. She thought back to the events that led her to leave Oerba and ultimately join the war effort.
"Mother, I--"
"I know. I'm dying. It doesn't matter. Save your strength. There are still those who need you." The bloodied hand of Oerba Xin Yulia gently stroked the cheek of her daughter. "I am proud of you, Nyxia. Of who you are, of what you've become and I will look after you even in the after life. So will your father..." she paused as her body was wracked with cough and blood trickled down her lips. "He may not have been able to say it often but he is proud of you, he always was. And in his last moment, you were the one that freed him from his torment. That Cieth... that attacked... That... was... your father, Nyxia." Her brown eyes shone with tears and slowly, the light faded from them.
With the memory came resentment towards her father for his secrets, for the destruction and death he brought upon Oerba and for her mother's untimely demise. But she bore a deeper resentment and stronger anger towards the fal'Cie Anima. What sort of god would condemn its follower to such a horrible fate? They had been taught to pay homage to Anima, to thank this 'benevolent god' for the protection he bestows upon Oerba. But what kind of protection was it that turned her father into a monster that brought death to the village? She thought about confronting this 'god' and demanding an explanation so many times. She wanted to cry at it, to shout at it, to accuse it and to destroy it all at the same time. But the elder of the village, knowing the rage that had built up inside her from the death of both her parents, forbade her to. And in the end, she opted to leave, to wander throughout Gran Pulse in hopes of finding herself and finding some sort of purpose to her existence.
Why am I here?
That ever present question that she had never been able to answer before loomed in her head. But as she stared at Cocoon as it loomed closer, for once in her life, she had an answer.
War is destruction. I bring destruction. Perhaps fighting in it would give my life the meaning I've searched for for so long.
Finally, the airship docked on Cocoon's outer rim. Nyxia was brought out of her reverie by the sight of Lake Bresha. It was different from the bodies of water seen on Pulse but it was, nevertheless, a beautiful place. Perhaps there is some truth to this cursed place being a paradise after all. She didn't waste any time. She was, after all, not on Cocoon to do some sight seeing. With a single leap, she was off the airship.
She took a deep breath. "Oerba Xin Nyxia, this is where your story begins," she said to herself. | RAV - MED - COM
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Place of Birth:
Oerba, Gran Pulse
Brand Location:
Left Arm
Description:
Nyxia stands 5 feet 7 inches with a slender build. She wears clothes exactly like what Oerba Yun Fang's but in shades of black, purple and green. Being in a tribe closely related to the Yun tribe, it is not strange that their choice of clothes are similar, if not identical. What sets her apart from the rest of her tribe is her hair and eye color. While all of the Xin tribe has light colored hair (blonde to light brown) and dark brown eyes, Nyxia has purple hair she wears mostly in a braid down her back (reaches mid back in a braid, reaches waist length when worn out of a braid) and blue eyes.
As a child, her mother was fond of putting flowers in her hair and placing vibrant jewels around her neck to contrast with and emphasize the strange color of her hair. As a result, she grew up being fond of trinkets. She wears several necklaces on her neck, a nose ring and a circlet of crystal buds on her head.
Backstory:
Nyxia comes from a long line of healers and was training to be one just before the start of the story. She noticed that her father, a particularly skilled healer in the tribe, would constantly leave the village in constant search of something he refused to talk about. Unknown to Nyxia, her father had been branded a l'Cie by Anima, the fal'Cie Oerba looks to as their village patron to protect them from hostile wildlife. Curious to where her father disappears to, she planned on following him but was found out and stopped by her mother. When asked about it, older woman remained tightlipped.
On a particularly bright and sunny day, Nyxia was practicing with her blades in the field when a monstrous Cieth lumbered into Oerba, successfully killing a handful of people and leaving more injured. Hearing the screams of her people, Nyxia hurried back to the village and angaged the monster. With the help of the other warriors, they eventually managed to bring down the monster. The purple haired girl, exhausted but still willing to help out, turned her attention to the injured. She was horrified to see familiar people and close friends dead but determined not to let the grief overwhelm her, she focused on healing the wounded. One of the injured was her mother. No matter how hard Nyxia tried to heal her, the older woman's injuries were just too severe that she soon refused her daughter's help, insisting she use her powers on people who had a better chance at surviving.
Overcame with grief, Nyxia held her dying mother in her arms. The older woman reached up and laid a hand on her cheek, praising her for what she had become and what she had achieved. Before she succumbed to death, she told her daughter that the Cieth that had attacked the village was in fact her father, a branded l'Cie who had failed to fulfill his focus.
The revelation put Nyxia in shock that she stayed frozen on the spot, her dead mother cradled in her arms. Had she been able to help out with the injured, a lot more could have survived. But she remained rooted where she was, her mind numb and not fully able to wrap itself around the fact that the monster that had killed and injured so many and the same monster that she had dealt the fatal blow to was her father.
After the events of that day, Nyxia became withdrawn, her mind twisting her views on herself, making her believe that she is capable only of bringing death and destruction just like the Cieth she still refused to think of as her father. Refusing to continue on with her training and loathing the fal'Cie she once paid homage to, she set to wander the world to try to make sense of what happened and perhaps to find herself. She left the village and wandered around Pulse and eventually found herself caught up in the war between Cocoon and Pulse.
Personality:
Nyxia is a quiet individual who prefers to be by herself most times, quietly observing those around her. It's not that she has no social abilities -- she used to be a friendly, cheerful girl -- but due to her past, she tries to keep away from most in the fear of ending up hurting them. While she has healing capabilities, she is reluctant to use them as she is convinced that she can do more harm than good.
Stats:
HP: 4
STR: 3
MAG: 5
Weapon:
Chained blades: the chain connecting the two blades is 1 meter in length and wraps around Nyxia's waist when not in use, the blades secured in their scabbards strapped on both side of her hips. When in battle, she can use her blades for close combat as well as long range with the help of the chain.
Squad Role:
Scout
Answer 1: Mog
Answer 2: 30 |
48,274 | 1,304 | 3 | 1,780 | 20 | Riya sat with her arms crossed over her stomach, her head turned to watch as Lake Bresha came into view. It was lovely, but she had little appreciation for the sight. Cocoon was known as nothing more than home to enemies more vile than the beasts that roamed in the wilds of Gran Pulse. Rather than take in the sights, it felt more appropriate to focus on the task at hand: securing information from a defective soldier of Cocoon.
She’d have much rather been assigned near the front lines, doing her best to watch over her allies. But she also knew that this information was far too important, and she’d simply have to trust them to watch out for themselves. Her presence was much more valuable to the small team she was ordered to accompany, yet doubt still tore at her. A contact from inside Cocoon willing to give such important information to the enemy sounded like nothing short of a trap; regardless of what assistance he may have offered in the past. In order to ensure they make it in and out safely, she had to be at her best.
Once Bresha was in sight, it wasn’t long before the airship prepared for landing. She let out a sigh and allowed herself to relax in the brief moment before the airship landed. They were entering a warzone, and any concerns were best left behind for the sake of survival. As the airship landed she made a brief check of her equipment. With everything in order, she gripped her bow tightly and steadied herself on one of the aircraft’s walls, and taking one deep breath, prepared to enter the fray.
There was little time between leaving the airship and being plunged into combat. Chaos swept the streets, and while it was surely a living nightmare to those more directly involved, Riya was thankful that it made their operation easier. There were far too many skirmishes happening at once for their enemy to put much pressure on the elusive unit that quickly made their way through the streets and wreckage. Even when Cocoon soldiers tried to engage, many of them were soon overwhelmed by groups of Pulse soldiers that came to their aid as the four slipped back into cover. The rest of the unit did well taking down any soldiers that got too close for comfort, and Riya focused on taking out distant threats with her bow before they could become a problem.
Her concerns from the flight resurfaced slowly the closer they came to their target, but at the sight of the relaxed man sitting in front of the waterfront a small fraction of that concern seemed to be lifted, if only momentarily. It wasn’t long before two more soldiers came into her vision; at the sight, she promptly halted and drew back her bow, prepared to shoot at any sign of aggression. | Sarii En RiyaRAV - SYN - SAB
Age: 32
Gender: F
Place of birth: Sarii, Gran Pulse
-From the Steppes, Sarii can be found via the Mah’habara Subterra. One of the many tunnels created by the fal’Cie Atomos leads to an abundant and lush hunting ground where several tribes have established a well fortified village that extends into small caves and grottos. Those skilled in hunting take up the majority of exposed residences, while the more delicate of the villagers live in protected homes within the earth.
Brand location: Left hip.
Description: Her often messy brown hair falls just above her waist, but is usually seen kept up in braids and buns for convenience. Her large blue eyes and long eyelashes take away a few years from her appearance, added with her short height of 5’1” and rather petite stature. However, the numerous scars and bruises that cover her tanned body may inform some that she’s been around just slightly longer than it appears.
Riya dresses in shades of deep blues. She wears a silky, hooded blue robe with decorative patterns sewn on its hems. The robe falls to the middle of her thighs, and beneath it she wears tight black clothing. A single strapped black shirt and black tights, decoratively ripped on her left thigh to aesthetically salvage where they’d been burnt in the past. Around her waist is a dark blue sash with white decorative patterns securing her robe- further securing it is a dark brown leather belt with white animal furs draped along her right side, and another belt with a leather pouch on her left side. She wears short brown leather boots that match the shade of her belt, with only a half-inch heel for the sake of comfort. On her hands she wears short gloves- the palms made of simple black material, and the backs made of leather. Her right hand’s glove extends further, giving her a leather guard on her right arm. Adorning her neck, legs and arms are colorful beaded jewelry, many pieces made for her by friends and family.
Backstory/Personality. Riya has a calm and quiet demeanor and usually chooses not to speak more than needed with people she doesn’t know. Being an esteemed hunter in her tribe, she demands respect from those around her. Although never at the forefront of battle, she is considered a highly valuable ally; her objective in hunting is always to use a monster’s weaknesses to her hunting party’s advantage, as well as their surroundings. While she still does her best to enjoy restful moments, she has little patience for nonsense and less for recklessness. Having extensive knowledge of the monsters in Pulse and a good teaching disposition, Riya was often given the task of assisting with the training of new hunters. Because of this, she is quite familiar with the fears of new hunters- and even of mourning them.
HP: 3. STR: 5. MAG: 4.
Weapon: Bow and arrow.
Squad Role: Scavenger / Hunter - Riya is knowledgeable in finding useful things in wildlife, whether they be materials for crafting or cooking. She can identify the difference between something harmful and healthy, or the difference between useful and useless materials.
Answer 1: Hope
Answer 2: 30 |
48,275 | 1,304 | 4 | 1,327 | 1,345 | ((OOC: Nadia and Noir Combo ))
Nadia was deeply distraught when she heard the call to arms from the Pulsian Military. She joined the military about two years after her sister’s disappearance, and she was 15 years old. She heard of the fighting on her way to the local food market in the village, which she was training in. She rushed herself to the closest military airship, which was on its way to Cocoon. She got on the airship and all she could think about is her older sister because she was leaving Pulse, and going to the probable cause for her sister leaving her village, which was Cocoon. She wanted some closure with that part of her life. "It's nice we are all going after an enemy like Cocoon since they are a den of vipers," Nadia thought with a sigh. She did notice at least three people, who looked slightly different from the other soldiers and they were all older than her, she couldn't tell how old they were, but they seemed middle-aged. She smiled slightly at this since she always respected everyone who is older than her. "I hope I get to stick with those three older people. They probably know a lot more than I do," Nadia thought.
Nadia had her scythe on her back while this was going on. The Airship was flying at its steady pace towards the battlefield on Cocoon. One of the Pulsian soldiers on board of the Airship was unready for that battlefield, and he was pacing back and forth. "I bet he’s gonna get taken out by the first Cocoon soldier we see," Nadia thought as she sighed with an uninterested look in her blue eyes.
The male soldier noticed the young little brat sighing in his direction and walked up to her. "What's your problem?" The male Pulsian soldier asked towards Nadia.
Nadia looked at him with a very uninterested look. "You need to calm down, that's what. You're too anxious. My mother and father told me that if you are too anxious the monsters will eat you first." Nadia said with a blank look in her eyes. The male Pulsian soldier slapped Nadia on the face, she rubbed her face since the slap stung a bit, but Nadia did nothing to him since she didn’t want to cause a fight on the airship. Nadia just sighed at him. "Are you done yet?" Nadia asked rolling her eyes.
He got even more frustrated with this girl since her question got to him a bit. He smacks her face again, but this time with his backhand since she was annoying him. Nadia was somewhat shocked that he would hit her again but harder than last time since it stung more than the last time. She stood there very annoyed, her face was kinda getting angry and her eyes even showed it too. She took an oath to find her older sister, but she had more patience than her sister had toward this kind of abuse. She, on the other hand, held her cheek since she was annoyed at this less than a man. "Why are you hitting me?" Nadia asked somewhat confused.
The Jerk was liking this girl’s non-aggressive behavior toward him, but he tried to be quiet while around hoped no one was around to overheard their conversation. He leaned towards her and whispered in her ear “You are too easy on the eyes, and I think you really need to go back to your worthless village in the peaks. I heard a rumor that it is deserted no one lives there anymore. I used to live in your village,” He said quietly. Nadia heard what the man said, and she couldn’t believe what he said, but she cried uncontrollably because she thought it wasn’t true. She knew her parents wouldn’t abandon the village, they had too much pride to do that unless something happened to them. Her tears were like waterworks, but they wouldn’t stop. The Man left her in this terrible state without any remorse, which he whispered in her ear.
Noir was going through his inventory and double checked his maps when he overhead a commotion between two other two soldiers. He looks up and saw that it is between two of the younger soldiers. A male and female. He decided to go back to his work and let them sort it out but after awhile, he could hear sobbing. Once again, Noir looks up again and sees the same female as before but alone and tears rolling down her face. Noir decides to get up and walk over to her. As he approached her, he speak in a monotone voice. ”It seem that you could use an ear to listen to you. I may supply one to you.” Noir does not want this young lady to die because of her head is in the wrong space. Noir does not like the idea of war but he learned that most abide by the law of kill or be killed.
Nadia looked at the older man who is walking towards her and she somewhat smiles at him, and what he said was thoughtful. ”Thanks... I could use an ear about now,” Nadia said with tears rolling down her cheek. Nadia was trying to hold her tears back but she was undoubtedly shaken by this event, it was worse than when her older sister left the village. ”My name is Yaschas Dia Nadia, so what’s your name?” Nadia said still teary eyed, ”I miss my older sister a lot.” Nadia just started crying again and the waterworks flowed a lot more than normal since talking about her older sister hurts her more than anything since they used to be really close.
” The name is Haerii Talim Noir.” The distraught young girl cries more as she mentions her older sister. Noir can feel some sympathy for the girl as he can relate to her situation. As he rubs his grandmother’s ring, Nior thinks of the words. “Wherever your sister is, I am sure she thinking of you like you are thinking of her.” Noir reassures Nadia as best as he could. ‘This girl is as good as dead on the battlefield if she can not get a hold of her emotions,’ Noir thought ‘Then again, most of the fighters here are not true soldiers, including himself.’ Noir just can hope that this girl is not a front liner.
Nadia heard the name of the man, who’s talking to her and smiles a bit at him. ”Nice to meet you Noir,” Nadia said smiling with tears running down her cheek. Nadia touched her cheek and tried to snap out of the crying by rubbing her eyes. Nadia heard what Noir said next and smiled. ”Thanks, I will try to remember that,” Nadia said. Nadia calmed down at Noir's reassurances. ”He is nicer than most people I’ve met,” Nadia thought, ”I hope we get to where we need to go.” Nadia glanced at her scythe since it is in the corner of her eye and remembers the better days in her village.
Noir notices Nadia glance at her weapon. It is interesting to see someone wield an uncommon weapon like a scythe. He chose to wield dual tonfas as they generally are used to knock someone unconscious but still can kill if in the right hands. “So, is your weapon important to you in other way, other than for survival?” Noir is going to try soothe Nadia. It seems that she needs someone to turn to and it looks like he is the only one who do so. “My weapons are used for defense as much as for offense.” Noir takes out his tonfas from behind his back and shows them for a bit before putting them away “I think every tool has a story, even weapons. So do you mind tell your weapon’s story?” Noir hopes that this puts Nadia more at ease with this whole ordeal.
Nadia looked back towards Noir with a smile and a slight sigh. ”Yes, my scythe does have sentimental value to me. I picked it by a ritual we do in our village it’s a rite of passage to become an adult,” Nadia said. The girl took her scythe from her back with her hand and held it close to her body with the Scythe’s blade facing down toward the ground. She noticed Noir taking out his weapons to show her and she smiled a bit since she does know everyone uses different weapons, it is the same in her village. ”I use my dream scythe as a way to calm me down. It does shimmer in the night sky in a multitude of colors, but it only does that when I am holding it in my hands. It reminds me of a time living in my village of Yaschas Peak. It was simpler back then with my family, friends, and I was happy living there,” Nadia said smiling. She is happy that is she is finally opening up after all these years after her older sister left the village, which caused her to close down, and hardly speak of this event in her life until now. ”Burhan helped me pick it out. He was our elder. He died soon after… The last thing he asked me was if I believed in Fate. He told me I was destined to own the Dream Scythe and forge my path, whether for protection… or destruction,” Nadia said. She was somewhat saddened at telling Noir about this, but it has to be told. She put her dream scythe on her back since having a weapon out that long will probably cause more people to be curious about her situation. Since she was smacked hard by the man who didn’t like what she said. ”Noir, I thank you for helping me realize some things. I will try to be a bit more positive even during this war, which will probably end in heartbreak,” Nadia said with a bit of a worried look on her face. She looked up at the ceiling for a second or two, and then back to Noir with a gentle smile.
Noir listens attentively at Nadia, soaking in all of of her words. The night connection of her scythe intrigues him a bit. “Well, the stars are important to me because they aid me in my job as navigator. There are a few fables that I remember my grandmother telling me, showing the importance of stars. “ Noir tries to remember any of the fables. His memories of the fables are vague at best but he remembers the gist of them. “They are often guide the character through their darkest hour, figuratively and literally. We also have a few sayings that use stars like ‘friends are like stars. You don’t always see them but you know that they are there.’ So there could be a star watching over you and guiding your path.” Soon enough, Noir could feel the airship descending. Noir does one final check of his stuff before turning to Nadia. ”Prepare yourself. I don’t want any more deaths as there already are. I will let you go first and I will follow close behind.“
Nadia listened to Noir talk very concisely about what he does as a job, Navigator. She smiled when he tells her a fable mostly because she was told some fables before, but it was only by the Elder’s great storytelling. Nadia was somewhat shocked when the airship started to descend, but she had all her gear on her, which she needed for her role in the military that they gave her. ”I am ready and I won’t die here. I have a lot of things I need to do,” Nadia said. The Airship finally landed and opened up, Nadia jumped out of the airship with a certain set of goals. She wanted to find out where her older sister is, but she hoped her mission will shed some light on that, and the rumor she learned from the man, which assaulted her. She felt grateful she was not on the frontline. ”I hope this contact is worthwhile,” Nadia thought to herself. She noticed the beautiful Bresha Lake and its shores were somewhat amazing since she had really seen the water before since she lives in the Yaschas Peaks. Nadia knew if it wasn’t for the mission she would probably take in the sights but she’s in enemy territory since it is Cocoon.
Noir jumps after Nadia. ” As long as we keep moving and stay away from the enemy infested areas, we should be fine. ” Noir can not take in the sights or dwell on the ensued fighting. Noir takes out the map with the location of the contact is meant to be. He records every important location onto a map for reference at a later date. Noir sees no point in memory as it can be unreliable at times. ”If the contact says where he supposed to be, then we have no issue.” Noir rolls up the map and stores it away for safekeeping. Noir points in the direction of the contact. ” If the Information is correct, we head in that direction. We better get moving.” Noir waits for Nadia to go ahead before following suit. Noir hopes that this mission brings the war to a close sooner. The longer the war, the more is lost. Noir snaps himself out of the thoughts. Noir knows that he must take it step by step. ” So, once this is all over, will you look for your sister? If so, may I join you in your search?”
Nadia nodded at what Noir said in terms of not going near the battle, which is probably happening elsewhere. Nadia walked ahead of Noir towards the location of the contact of what Noir showed on his map. ”Yeah this will be a breeze if he’s there so we can easily get in, and out of the area without running into the enemy,” Nadia said with a nervous tone. Nadia was somewhat worried that this war will probably never end. Nadia looked at Noir slightly when he talked about her older sister. ”I will try to find her and you are welcomed to help me,” Nadia said with a slight smile on her face. | Yaschas Dia NadiaCOM - SAB - MED
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Age: 17
Gender: F
Place of birth: Pulse - She lives in the Village of Yaschas Peak with the Dia Tribe.
Brand location: Right Arm near her hand.
Description: Nadia still wears the clothes of her village and her tribe, which is finer than other villages and tribes on Pulse. The village’s clothes are very vibrant in colors, the primary color is red, the second color is pink, the third color is green, and the fourth and final color is silver. She wears a green t-shirt, covering a pink bra, and wears red with silver outlines of a skirt, and wears pink panties and her shoes are the basic pulse fashion. Her shoes are basically like Vanille’s shoes, just dyed green. She has beautiful blue eyes, with brown hair, which is in a ponytail at most times or it can be not in a ponytail. She is 5’1” in height and she weighs about 125 pounds.
She is right handed and uses her weapon in the right hand.
Personality: Nadia’s personality is very much similar to all the people who lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak and in the Dia Tribe. She very much respected the elders, and she was very kind and thoughtful to everyone. She respected the Village’s rules and feared the consequences of not following them. She was deeply saddened when the Village Elder, Yaschas Dia Burhan died peacefully in his sleep in front of her and they had to bury him because of it. She always wondered if the Village Elder ever met his wife in the heavens after he died.
She got a shock of her life when her older sister Yaschas Dia Selima left the village and never allowed her to see, her weapon either. This devastated Nadia and she closed her shell and was slightly more cold to everyone within the village especially her younger sister. Nadia took a long time to open up but it was too late since a certain thing happened to her. She decided to leave the village since she couldn’t decide to do anything. She still has a lot of stuff on her mind though because of certain events in her life.
She knows she is allowed to return to the village of Yaschas Peak since they are a very welcoming lot to their own and mostly because she needs time to herself. She uses the shimmering of her weapon, as a calming tool to remind her of better days within the Village of Yaschas Peak.
Backstory: Nadia lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak with her tribe, the Dia tribe for most of her life with her older sister Selima and her mother Hanaa and her father Fahd. She gained a little sister by the name of Rasha and she was happier than anything. The Village Elder by the name of Burhan was the oldest and most wise of the group and usually helped the young ones in finding their way and giving them a weapon of their choice to use in their future.
The Village Elder helped Nadia in getting her Scythe, which is reddish black handle and the blade of the scythe itself shimmers in the night since it somewhat has a mind of its own. She was told by her elder to train furiously with this weapon so she can tame the beast within. Since it is a folk tale by the elder to keep the younger children from going outside of the Village that the evils within the weapons will steal their souls. However, the Scythe is calm when Nadia holds her since she has never once tried to break the laws of the village.
The Village Elder told Nadia about his dream leave to the heavens and join with his wife, who passed away before Nadia was born. Nadia was shocked in hearing the Village Elder speak this way and then it happened in front of her eyes, the village elder died in front of her with a peaceful smile. The funeral of the village elder was the hardest task for everyone in the village to do since they loved Yaschas Dia Burhan with all their heart since he was a kind man. The village of peak picked Nadia’s family to be the Village Elders since they were the most knowledgeable in all things that go into the village. Her father and mother enjoyed to do this since they were very honored but there was a problem.
Yaschas Dia Selima wasn’t happy about this and she was never heard from again after that point. Her family was devastated when Selima left to who knows where. Nadia, on the other hand, was the most devastated because of this since she was trying to learn her sister’s weapon she got from the Village Elder.
HP: 5 STR: 4 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dream Scythe (Starter Weapon) - Her scythe is reddish black on the handle up towards the bladed part of the scythe, the scythe blade itself is colored bluish red and can shimmer multitude of colors at night.
The Scythe’s blade folds itself on the entire scythe as a protective metallic covering, expect one small portion of it. The handle part folds four times. Nadia’s hand fits into the small portion which isn’t covered by the blade. It looks like a small metal pole on Nadia’s back.
Squad Role: Chef - She cooks food for the soldiers since she has experience in this field because of what she had to do when she was younger and with her mother and father she had to cook dinner a lot. She is a really good cook.
Answer 1: 29 - From Rules (Ironically enough that's my age atm...)
Answer 2: Oerba Dia Vanille - From the Combat System |
48,276 | 1,304 | 5 | 1,848 | 73 | Kirta and Madeleine
Kirta leaned against one of the pillars in the station. He was not accustomed to waiting, but he had already been there for an hour. Who was it he was waiting for again? He could not for the life of him, remember her name. All he could recall was that she had blonde hair, green eyes, and nice tits. At least, that is what the others told him. He'd never seen her or spoke with her before, so he couldn't judge her physique. She could be an ugly hag for all he knew.
He decided to let his mind wander while he waited for her to arrive.
Pulse had attacked Cocoon. That meant that a lot of people would die. Especially by his blade. Kirta had been eager to go out to the front and battle with them, but he ended up getting stuck with this boring mission in stead. They had to meet some guy that had information to end the war. Not like he hated it. He got to hurt others. His favorite pass time. A smile danced on his lips at the thought of slicing someone up.
Still, he'd rather be on the battlefield defending his home than running around trying to find some guy that might not even exist. Why did he have to deal with this? Surely there were other, more suited people to meet this guy... Kirta wasn't exactly friendly. Diplomacy was not his strongest quality.
A train had pulled up, bringing him back to reality. He watched carefully as each person exited, certain he would see some crooked old woman matching the description he was given. He was delightful surprised when it actually turned out to be a beautiful young woman.
Kirta narrowed his eyes at her. She passed him by, so she was not as lucky to get a description of him. This gave him a chance to observe her.. more alluring assets. She had some decent ones. Still, she looked like she had never held a weapon in her life. What exactly did she do?
"Hey." he paused, her name still escaping him. He was going to have to give her a name he would remember. "Hey, Blondie. You here for the mission to Bresha?"
Madeleine did not know what she thought she was expecting, but the man had succeeded in catching her off guard. At first she was not sure that he had even been talking to her, but as she turned to face him, as calmly as she could manage to pretend, there was no doubt that his piercing green eyes were bearing straight down on her. This was surely the one with whom she had been directed to meet, the second member of the special team that was being assembled for unknown reasons. He certainly looked the part in his white button shirt, black jacket and slacks. Madeleine sensed that he meant business in the way that he carried himself. A draft in the station swirled about them, ominously breezing through his black hair and clothes and giving her the chills.
And did he just call me ‘Blondie’?
Madeleine gathered her thoughts as she regarded the man and pulled her cloak closely around her. “Yes, I am going to Bresha,” she said to answer his question. “I suppose we have been expecting each other. I’m Madeleine.”
Keeping her staff in one hand she extended the other and smiled sweetly, relieved that she was no longer in this situation alone.
Kirta looked at this woman's hand with a raised eyebrow, as if he was unaccustomed to such civility. He did however, extend his own hand to take hers, grasping it firmly. He smiled at her, but it never reached his eyes.
"Good to know. You can call me Kirta."
He looked at her staff. It didn't really look like something one would use to bludgeon someone to death. Dammit, what the hell did she do?
He pulled back from her, considering if he should ask what her profession was. Then again, if he was disappointed, it would be a very long train ride out of here.
As if by coincidence, over the loud speaker, it was announced that their transportation had arrived. Well, the sooner they leave, the sooner they get there. "Shall we go?" Kirta asked, and swept his arms toward the locomotive. He didn't exactly wait for her to answer, and started walking off toward the car they would need to board. It didn't even occur to him to look behind him to see if she was following or that he had the tickets. On the way over, he tuned into a conversation he thought might be interesting.
"I heard they're doing something big down there. Said it was goi-"
"Shh! You shouldn't be saying these things, you are going to scare people!"
"I suppose you are right, no sense in it.. is that guy staring at us?"
The two that had been speaking now stared in Kirta's direction, he had inadvertently looked at them over long and the pair ended their conversation and walked away. Oh well, they didn't have anything useful to say anyway. He walked up to the open compartment, then remembered the chick he was suppose to be travelling with. What was her name again? Maybel? Magpie?
He turned and was able to spot her in the crowd. He shouted to her,
"Come on, Maggie, don't want to miss our ride!"
Madeleine took note of Kirta’s reluctance to take her hand and the bored expression he gave her. And his obvious disinterest in conversation. And his lack of care in remembering her name. And his complete disregard for weather or not she actually boarded the train. And-
Did he just call me ‘Maggie’?
It was confusing, to be sure. At length, Madeleine attributed it to a sense of urgency that would normally come with being on such a dangerous assignment. He yelled at her to hurry as she remained paralyzed in analysis, and so she shook it off and trotted quickly to catch up with him, dodging frantic citizens along the way, so that she would not be left behind. They stepped into the train car just as the doors closed for departure.
Madeleine looked at Kirta as the train began taking them towards the Outer Rim. He paid her no mind, and after a few very long and awkward moments of silence Madeleine decided to initiate some conversation.
“So, how did you get mixed up in all of this?” she asked apprehensively. “You don’t look like a soldier. I mean, not that you don’t look like you could be a soldier, because you do, but not like a normal soldier. Which isn’t to say that you don’t look normal, it’s just that…” She cut herself off when she realized that she was rambling, and that Kirta did not appear to be listening anyway.
Just shut up, Madeleine...
She sighed and looked out the window as Cocoon, falling more and more into calamity, rushed past them. “But I’m glad you're here and I'm not alone,” she softly said out loud to nobody in particular.
Kirta stared at the woman as she continued to ramble, an eyebrow raised. As she quieted down, he solidified his impression that she wasn't accustomed to this type of situation. Which meant she was probably useless on the battlefield. Just his luck. How did he get stuck BABYSITTING?! Of all the tasks he could have been given, he was an escort? There was a war going on. He began to fidget with bottom of his shirt, his face masking the anger he felt. Maybe if he ignored her, she would go away!
After a few minutes of silence had passed, Kirta glanced over at the woman. She seemed kind of nervous. Damn it. Even if she was useless, there was probably something he could do with her. Meat shield? Might as well answer her question and try to be friendly.
"I'm part of the Guardian Corps. I volunteered for the mission because I was told it'd be dangerous. We are going to the battlefield, after all. Plenty of enemies from Pulse." he looked down into her eyes and a gentle smile spread across his face, again, not reaching his eyes, "I'm not like those other soldiers." He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "I will kill you if you slow me down."
As he moved back, the smile had faded and now his gaze was dark, frightening. 'So much for friendly.' he thought, amused.
He made no more attempts to converse with her until they reached their stop.
Once the train had pulled into the station, Kirta was happy to finally get out of the stuffy thing. He pulled the female with him so she wouldn't get lost. She seemed the type that would either wander off or lose sight of him. He didn't mind hurting women, but if it was as perilous as he was told, he would need assistance. Why bother though? He could easily take out any Pulsian he came across. The excitement of combat was almost too much and an evil grin threatened the adjacent area. Anyone that saw him instinctually moved away. He grabbed Madeleine's wrist a bit roughly and looked into her eyes.
"Let's go, Maple."
At first Madeleine was in utter shock at how Kirta was acting towards her. She had never been threatened by someone so directly, least of all by someone whom she had just met and whom she had assumed was to be fighting this war on the same side as herself. As the situation began to sink in a little deeper, her emotions progressed quickly from complete surprise to fear, and then, as she began to wonder just who in the hell Kirta thought he was, shear anger.
She yanked her wrist free from his harsh grip before he could pull her any further.
“My name is Madeleine!” she yelled at him as he turned to face her. She met his gaze with fists clenched angrily and tears of humiliation welling in her eyes despite her best efforts to hold them back.
She had never been so insulted in her life. This was not her first mission nor her first time heading into battle. Madeleine had accompanied some of the finest soldiers in both the Guardian Corps and PSICOM, many of whom still drew breath as a direct result of her presence in their patrols. She would not be treated so disrespectfully by this man.
“I don't know what you have been through that you would be so willing to kill me.” Madeleine spoke softly but there was fire in her eyes. “I would do anything to take that pain away from you. And I will give everything while we are out here to make sure you don't go through any more. I know that I don't have the power or strength that soldiers like you possess. But please do not mistake my kindness for weakness.”
Madeleine's anger had subsided into sadness now; sadness that Kirta seemed so full of hate, sadness that this war would only continue to bring her loneliness. She walked by him then, heading towards the man sitting calmly in the middle of the battlefield, the man whom she could only assume was their contact. | Madeleine L'amoureux
MED - SAB - SYN
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Place of birth: Cocoon, Eden.
Brand location: Right Hip.
Description: Madeleine has long blond hair and emerald eyes. She stands 5'5 and is a bit on the petite side. Her body type is very feminine and athleticism is not her strong suit. However, her experience in the military has made her capable enough to get by in most situations. She prefers to wear light clothing that do no weigh her down, but will put on heavier gear when the task demands it. Madeleine typically keeps her hair down or loosely bound and has rarely been known to get fancied up.
Backstory: The war has begun to take its toll on everyone. Born and raised in Eden, Madeleine began studying medicine in her teens and began formal training as she grew older, with the intention of becoming doctor. It was her older brother, Sebastian, who swayed her decision from practicing as a civilian to contributing to the war effort. Being extremely close to her brother, and unable to stand the thought of anything happening to him, Madeleine volunteered to serve when Sebastian went off to fight in the war. As a new uniformed medic Madeleine started off treating casualties in an emergency clinic as they came in from battle. As the intensity grew and the demands on the battlefield increased, however, she found herself going out with special units to provide medical support on the ground as well as treatment during evacuation back to Eden. She began to learn other skills as well that enabled her to support the warfighters during missions.
Madeleine's main concern continued to be for her brother. However, Sebastian began following a path that led him deeper and deeper into the world of clandestine operations, and one day he simply did not return to Eden. Distraught without any idea if Sebastian was still alive, Madeleine resigned herself to serving wherever she was needed.
Personality: Madeleine is a sweet girl and gentle by nature. She has never fully adapted to the violence of battle but has trained herself to stay focused amidst the chaos. In the clinic she is shy and reserved. She remains ever the optimist during the toughest situations, and her smile has been known to bring comfort to the injured and inspiration to those with whom she works during missions.
MAG 5, HP 4, STR 3
Weapon: Staff-type
Squad Role: Medic
Answers: 30 from rules, Chocolina is my favsies! |
48,277 | 1,304 | 6 | 1,126 | 802 | ((OOC: The shores of Lake Bresha, DM Post))
Julian sat tranquilly, listening to the sounds of the water softly lapping at the shoreline. The fighting had not reached this somewhat secluded area, and it was just far enough so that sounds of battle in the distance competed with the sounds of Cocoon’s particular brand of nature. That was soon to change, no doubt.
As he heard footsteps approaching, Julian activated his Manadrive, sending an arc of repelling energy through his body. This Protect spell should give him a defensive edge should someone do something stupid, but his job was to prevent that from happening in the first place. The combination of the moonlight’s reflection off the waters and the electrostatic glow of the manadrive made Julian’s skin nearly shimmer. He raised his head in time to see one of the Pulse soldiers nock her bow.
“Stay your arrow, if you please!” Julian called out. “We have no reason for bloodshed here. I have called you here to work together, not to kill each other. Our worlds suffer a grave threat, and it’s not from who you think!” Julian slowly stood to his feet, trying to keep his hands visible so neither side would feel threatened.
“I am former Lieutenant Julian Cagle, and I’m trying to uncover the truth. I summoned you all here to help me.” The man pointed towards a nearby long one-story building that appeared to be a warehouse of some sort. “Inside that building is a dying Pulse fal’Cie. PSICOM captured it during the initial invasion and have been performing a series of tests on the thing. I intercepted some communications that might shed some light. It seems this fal’Cie wants to stop the war, not continue it. We need to get in there and liberate or at least talk to it.”
Julian stepped forward to the group from Cocoon. “I personally chose each of you to assist me, even though you were unaware. Kirta, you have a lot of talent with a blade. If you had a bit more self-discipline, you would be Corporal by now. The army is suppressing you, but I need your unique... talents. Our opponents will be ruthless, and we need someone just as aggressive and not constrained by protocol. Madeleine, your job would be to keep us alive and healthy, and provide distractions to the enemy. I chose you specifically for your passion in healing, and to help bring balance to our team.”
He turned around and looked towards the soldiers from Pulse. “You have little reason to trust me, but I feel like I know many of you already. Riya and Nyxia, both of you bring unique abilities that we will need where we’re going: a guide through the wilderness of Pulse, and someone to keep us going when we are far from a supply chain. Noir, you will help us establish contacts in Pulse. Your reputation in organizational skills precedes you. Nadia, you and I both know what happened with your family. I think you deserve to know the truth, don’t you?”
Julian tapped the cane he carried lightly on the ground. “Our window is closing. We must act quickly if we are to be successful. I realize we just met, and you must have a million questions. Let me be clear: I am asking you to desert your posts and join me. I do not ask this lightly, and I swear I will do all in my power to protect each of you. I ask you to join me to potentially save thousands, if not millions of lives, and end this war. I ask you to help me save the Pulse fal’Cie if we can, or gain valuable intel if we cannot. I am unable to do this alone; I am no real soldier.”
The man stretched his arms out to both groups, his posture and voice nearly pleading. “Please, will you help me?” | NPC List
Cid Daniels
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Age: 54
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Cid is tall and muscular with center parted white hair and beard. Cid's attire consists of a white vest worn over a black sleeveless top and matching work trousers adorned with black pouches over his knees and toolbelt to carry his engineering equipment and a padded black gauntlet on his left arm, a pair of armor plated black shoes and an ornate pair of goggles with teal lenses (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Cid is known to be intelligent, good-natured and dutiful. He lives to see his creations used to help improve the lives of people and loathes to see the destruction that technology has caused under the banner of the Sanctum (Copied from Wiki).
Squad Role: Mechanic. Cid builds and maintains most of the AMP technology that the squad uses.
Biggs & Wedge
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Age: 20 / 18
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Biggs is a slim youth with swept-back brown hair and a bandana tied round his forehead. He wears an olive shirt and green three-quarter trousers, brown boots with silver fasteners round the ankle, brown gloves, and two belts: one black and one brown, the latter of which has a pouch on his left hip.
Wedge, in contrast, is a self-confessed "roly-poly," enjoying food. He has black hair held back with a red bandana, and wears a beige shirt, blue shorts, brown boots and shoulder pads, with a bandolier across his chest and grenades on the belt of his trousers. (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Biggs and Wedge are good people who care about those around them. Wedge, being the weakest-seeming of the group, looks up to Cid, and blames the tastiness of Breshan cuisine for being chubby. Biggs, meanwhile, maintains a cooler demeanor, but tries to not be too harsh. Both try to emulate Cid’s work ethic in everything they do. (Modified from Wiki).
Squad Role: Supplier. Biggs and Wedge founded B&W Outfitters, an underground supply chain that provides simple accessories to keep the group safe. Wedge generally runs the shop and Biggs builds or collects the supplies. Their sales pitch is as follows: “City life getting you down? Answer the call of the wild! With B&W gear to protect you, a trek through the lowlands is a walk in the park. Why not leave the hustle and bustle behind, and return to nature. It could be just the vacation your soul needs.”
SquadRikken - Maurice - Kimiko - Jesse - Victoria - LilyCOM - RAV - MED - SYN - SAB - SEN
Rikken Image - Maurice Image - Kimiko Image - Jesse Image (N/A) - Victoria Image - Lily Image
Age: 34 - 45 - 18 - 16 - 29 - 25
Gender: M - M - F - M - F - F
Place of birth: All from Cocoon.
Brand location: Right Shoulder - Chest - Left Forearm - Right Hand - Right Thigh - Back of Neck
Description: The squad all works together, each with a different role. They answer to Rikken and can communicate over long distances. They will only journey in groups of three, and the rest stay in camp or can progress on simple missions. The squad follows different mechanics than the party. They cannot equip Accessories or new Weapons, nor can they use Techniques. In exchange, the squad has excellent versatility. Each squad member has their own set of stats and abilities to match their role. Most gain more abilities in their single role than normal to make up for the lack of techniques and equipment.
Backstory/Personality. The squad was a group of Guardian Corps that were fighting against Cocoon soldiers when the party encountered them in Bresha. Rikken and Maurice were separated from the rest of the squad when the power of the l'Cie fell upon them. Suddenly, they found themselves alone against a host of enemies. Rikken is generally the only one to talk directly with the party, as he is the squad leader. The squad are generally respectful of authority and friends, although each member has their own quirks and personalities.
HP: 4 - 4 - 6 - 6 - 5 - 6. STR: 6 - 2 - 1 - 2 - 1 - 5. MAG: 2 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 6 - 1.
Weapon: The squad shares a scimitar that has been forged with a special AMP process that responds to each wielder in various ways.
Squad Role: Mercenaries. |
48,278 | 1,304 | 7 | 1,780 | 20 | Questions raced through Riya’s mind as Julian continued to explain the curious situation. If the Pulse fal’Cie wanted to end the war, then why did they hear of Pulse inhabitants being given a focus to destroy Cocoon? As he began to call out to them by their names, Riya allowed her arm to relax and returned the arrow to her quiver. It wasn’t much surprise that he knew of the Cocoon soldiers, and while it did seem strange that he had enough knowledge of Pulse soldiers to build a team from them, surely the information he’d given Pulse in the past didn’t come without a price.
Regardless, the situation made little sense. But she’d also yet to get any useful information, and perhaps staying around would provide some deal of it. The Pulse soldiers outnumbered Cocoon here, and if all of them worked together, they should see it end in their favor; and regardless of how uneasy this mission made her, she had come too far to turn back without more information. “Very well.” She put her bow away and stepped towards Julian. “I will agree to meet with the fal’Cie, but I can promise no more than that.” She spoke coldly and strictly, her eyes turned to Julian only until she had finished speaking, and afterwards returned to the two Cocoon soldiers behind him. Regardless of how trusted this man was she had no knowledge of the other soldiers, and would need to watch them closely. | Sarii En RiyaRAV - SYN - SAB
Age: 32
Gender: F
Place of birth: Sarii, Gran Pulse
-From the Steppes, Sarii can be found via the Mah’habara Subterra. One of the many tunnels created by the fal’Cie Atomos leads to an abundant and lush hunting ground where several tribes have established a well fortified village that extends into small caves and grottos. Those skilled in hunting take up the majority of exposed residences, while the more delicate of the villagers live in protected homes within the earth.
Brand location: Left hip.
Description: Her often messy brown hair falls just above her waist, but is usually seen kept up in braids and buns for convenience. Her large blue eyes and long eyelashes take away a few years from her appearance, added with her short height of 5’1” and rather petite stature. However, the numerous scars and bruises that cover her tanned body may inform some that she’s been around just slightly longer than it appears.
Riya dresses in shades of deep blues. She wears a silky, hooded blue robe with decorative patterns sewn on its hems. The robe falls to the middle of her thighs, and beneath it she wears tight black clothing. A single strapped black shirt and black tights, decoratively ripped on her left thigh to aesthetically salvage where they’d been burnt in the past. Around her waist is a dark blue sash with white decorative patterns securing her robe- further securing it is a dark brown leather belt with white animal furs draped along her right side, and another belt with a leather pouch on her left side. She wears short brown leather boots that match the shade of her belt, with only a half-inch heel for the sake of comfort. On her hands she wears short gloves- the palms made of simple black material, and the backs made of leather. Her right hand’s glove extends further, giving her a leather guard on her right arm. Adorning her neck, legs and arms are colorful beaded jewelry, many pieces made for her by friends and family.
Backstory/Personality. Riya has a calm and quiet demeanor and usually chooses not to speak more than needed with people she doesn’t know. Being an esteemed hunter in her tribe, she demands respect from those around her. Although never at the forefront of battle, she is considered a highly valuable ally; her objective in hunting is always to use a monster’s weaknesses to her hunting party’s advantage, as well as their surroundings. While she still does her best to enjoy restful moments, she has little patience for nonsense and less for recklessness. Having extensive knowledge of the monsters in Pulse and a good teaching disposition, Riya was often given the task of assisting with the training of new hunters. Because of this, she is quite familiar with the fears of new hunters- and even of mourning them.
HP: 3. STR: 5. MAG: 4.
Weapon: Bow and arrow.
Squad Role: Scavenger / Hunter - Riya is knowledgeable in finding useful things in wildlife, whether they be materials for crafting or cooking. She can identify the difference between something harmful and healthy, or the difference between useful and useless materials.
Answer 1: Hope
Answer 2: 30 |
48,279 | 1,304 | 8 | 1,848 | 73 | Madeleine hadn’t expected any Pulsians to come running up to them. She readied herself to take action if they decided to attack. Were they part of the invasion? Had their intelligence community received knowledge of this meeting and then sent agents in to disrupt their efforts? She glanced quickly at Kirta, ready to support him if the short-tempered warrior decided to draw first blood. But the man she had been walking towards intervened immediately, deterring any thoughts of violence by either side.
For now.
Madeleine stood by Lake Bresha listening to the one who had summoned them there. The man named Julian was not what she had expected, although as soon as that thought crossed her mind she felt silly for having had any preconceived notions to begin with; the situation was, after all, unfolding second by second. The Pulsians were not agents sent to destroy them; they were, in fact, to be part of the new team. This was by far the most unconventional group that Madeleine had ever worked with, and they were already being tasked with what was sounding more and more like an insurgency. What did he mean by ‘liberate’? And how did he know anything about her at all, much less that she was a healer?
Madeleine did, however, give Kirta a pouty, smoldering look when Julian emphasized the part about not killing each other.
And where did a former LT pick up such an impeccable sense of fashion? Madeleine studied him a bit as he talked. Julian Cagle was well-spoken and certainly had charm. Whether this was the gift of a natural leader or the weapon of an experienced charlatan remained to be seen. In any case, the team was presumably all assembled now. There was a Pulse fal’Cie being held in a warehouse and a detachment of PSICOM to be negotiated with. Looking at everyone standing on the shore, Madeleine could not believe she was going through with this. | Madeleine L'amoureux
MED - SAB - SYN
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Place of birth: Cocoon, Eden.
Brand location: Right Hip.
Description: Madeleine has long blond hair and emerald eyes. She stands 5'5 and is a bit on the petite side. Her body type is very feminine and athleticism is not her strong suit. However, her experience in the military has made her capable enough to get by in most situations. She prefers to wear light clothing that do no weigh her down, but will put on heavier gear when the task demands it. Madeleine typically keeps her hair down or loosely bound and has rarely been known to get fancied up.
Backstory: The war has begun to take its toll on everyone. Born and raised in Eden, Madeleine began studying medicine in her teens and began formal training as she grew older, with the intention of becoming doctor. It was her older brother, Sebastian, who swayed her decision from practicing as a civilian to contributing to the war effort. Being extremely close to her brother, and unable to stand the thought of anything happening to him, Madeleine volunteered to serve when Sebastian went off to fight in the war. As a new uniformed medic Madeleine started off treating casualties in an emergency clinic as they came in from battle. As the intensity grew and the demands on the battlefield increased, however, she found herself going out with special units to provide medical support on the ground as well as treatment during evacuation back to Eden. She began to learn other skills as well that enabled her to support the warfighters during missions.
Madeleine's main concern continued to be for her brother. However, Sebastian began following a path that led him deeper and deeper into the world of clandestine operations, and one day he simply did not return to Eden. Distraught without any idea if Sebastian was still alive, Madeleine resigned herself to serving wherever she was needed.
Personality: Madeleine is a sweet girl and gentle by nature. She has never fully adapted to the violence of battle but has trained herself to stay focused amidst the chaos. In the clinic she is shy and reserved. She remains ever the optimist during the toughest situations, and her smile has been known to bring comfort to the injured and inspiration to those with whom she works during missions.
MAG 5, HP 4, STR 3
Weapon: Staff-type
Squad Role: Medic
Answers: 30 from rules, Chocolina is my favsies! |
48,280 | 1,304 | 9 | 1,305 | 1,314 | And if my story would lead me to my death today then so be it. She watched as the people comprising their small group alit from the airship. At least they all made a cohesive group and she doubted she would have any trouble working with each -- if they didn't have any problems working with her, that is. She had been wandering alone in Pulse for a time now and she was afraid that she was lacking in the social skills department. Nevertheless, she had taken note of each person's name and made a personal assessment of each by their appearance.
A girl that carried with her a scythe. Yaschas Dia Nadia. While she was the youngest in the group, she had no doubt that she was proficient with that curved blade she had. While lost in her thoughts on the way to Cocoon, she faintly heard the girl getting into some sort of squabble with a Pulsian soldier. She would have stood up and helped out but she wasn't one to get into the business of others. And the look of the girl's face --- a struggle for control and a determination to be the better person -- made her hung back and watch what would happen. When she saw the man lean forward to whisper something in the girl's ear and seeing how it made the girl cry, she had no doubt that what he had said to her was some sort of threat. She had smirked when the man walked away. Cowards always make threats but never ever follows through. She had almost walked over to the girl to try and comfort her when the their bearded companion beat her to it. It was a good thing, she wasn't the best company nor the best person to give comfort to a crying girl. It would all just end up being awkward.
Haerii Talim Noir. The man with the dual tonfas. He was the eldest in the group and from the way Nadia had calmed down when he came over, it seemed like he did a good job. From first glance, Nyxia initially thought he was unapproachable with his tough and serious facade. But first opinions can always be wrong.
And finally, Sarii En Riya. The shorter yet older woman was their archer, obviously a hunter from Sarii. Nyxia had once stumbled upon her village while she was wandering around Pulse but had never met the woman before. She had glanced briefly at her during their flight, noting how she was taking in the sight of Cocoon the same way she was but with a less admiration on her face. The sight would no doubt impressed her the way it did Nyxia but she doubted that the woman really cared. A beautiful, unfamiliar sight should not distract them from the mission at hand, after all.
Before heading towards their target location with her team, Nyxia hung back and sought out the man that had attacked her team mate just as he stepped off the airship. She unsheathed one of her blades, pulled and with a flick of her wrist and a quick movement, had the chain wrapped around the man's throat. She pressed the blade to his jugular. "Hit and threaten my team mate again and this blade will find a different sheath than the one hanging on my hips," she said in a low voice. The man stared at her, surprised apparent on his face. There was a reason why Nyxia had been assigned to this mission. While she was obviously younger than the man whose neck was wrapped in a length of her chain, she was obviously faster and more lethal than him.
With a cold grin, she tightened the metal coil on his neck. "Now, if you're lucky enough to survive the war, you would do good to apologize to Nadia or the blade would find a sheath in your neck even without you threatening her." When the man fearfully nodded, Nyxia loosened her chain and with a quick flick of her wrist, had it off the man's neck. Sheathing the blade back, she patted him on the shoulder. "Good luck," she said before turning away and catching up with her group, leaving the man staring wide eyed after her.
As their group pressed onward to the place where they were to meet their Cocoon contact, Nyxia this time, pulled both blades out of their scabbard. As she released the blades, the chain that was wrapped around her waist tightened, giving the blades' chain some slack to allow her to fight comfortably even without releasing the metal links from her body. There was no need to release the full length of her chain for now. She can easily uncoil the chain from her waist whenever she needed to anyway.
But obviously, with the number of Pulsian soldiers with them, their little group didn't need to engage the Cocoon soldiers in combat. It wasn't their prime directive, after all. In a matter of minutes, they were in the designated meeting area. She stopped, just beside Riya, noting that she was drawing out an arrow from the corner of her eye. In response to her team mate's cautious stance, she prepared herself for battle as well, loosening her hold on her blade just in case she needed to release her chain for ranged combat. She narrowed her eyes at the unusually calm man sitting by Lake Bresha's shoreline. Was he their contact?
“Stay your arrow, if you please! We have no reason for bloodshed here. I have called you here to work together, not to kill each other. Our worlds suffer a grave threat, and it’s not from who you think!”
Adrenalin pumped into Nyxia's system in anticipation of a battle. Was what the man saying true or were they walking into a trap? She didn't relax her stance, the chain that had been wrapped snugly around her waist loosening up a bit more as she looked at the Cocoon soldiers.
“Inside that building is a dying Pulse fal’Cie. PSICOM captured it during the initial invasion and have been performing a series of tests on the thing. I intercepted some communications that might shed some light. It seems this fal’Cie wants to stop the war, not continue it. We need to get in there and liberate or at least talk to it.” Lieutenant Julian Cagle continued on.
At the mention of a fal'Cie, the familiar, deep hatred blossomed in Nyxia's chest. Why should they help a fal'Cie? Why should they even listen to it? These so called gods didn't care for humans. All they cared for was themselves. Anima failed to protect her village and her people when it mattered the most. The fal'Cie was the cause for her family's suffering. It made her father a monster and her, a murderer. What makes this Cocoon lieutenant think that he could trust whatever this dying fal'Cie had to say?
Her thoughts were interrupted when the Lieutenant said her name out loud. Heh. What do you know about me? she thought a little sarcastically. She had no idea what sort of intel the man had on her but if he truly knew about her history with the fal'Cie in Oerba then he'd know that she would rather see this one die than help it survive. She wondered again if this whole mission was some sort of trap. Was there really a fal'Cie in this warehouse he was speaking of? Or would they be ambushed and slaughtered the moment they step into it? Whatever it was, there was no turning back now. Kill or be killed. It was the same words that had run through her head when she found out that the Cieth she had killed had been her father. Some sort of desperate explanation for her actions, something to lessen her guilt. It was also the same words that had ran through her head when she signed up for the war.
If a fal'Cie was indeed in the building, she vowed to help. But not in the way Lieutenant Julian Cagle wanted. She would help hasten it to its demise rather than help it survive. And by eliminating the fal'Cie, she would be one step to freeing the world from its cruelty.
One day it would be Anima that would be in front of me dying and I will end its life with the blade that ended my father's. Her hands instinctively tightened on her blade handles.
"If we are so pressed for time, then we should not be standing here making small talk," she called out. | RAV - MED - COM
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Place of Birth:
Oerba, Gran Pulse
Brand Location:
Left Arm
Description:
Nyxia stands 5 feet 7 inches with a slender build. She wears clothes exactly like what Oerba Yun Fang's but in shades of black, purple and green. Being in a tribe closely related to the Yun tribe, it is not strange that their choice of clothes are similar, if not identical. What sets her apart from the rest of her tribe is her hair and eye color. While all of the Xin tribe has light colored hair (blonde to light brown) and dark brown eyes, Nyxia has purple hair she wears mostly in a braid down her back (reaches mid back in a braid, reaches waist length when worn out of a braid) and blue eyes.
As a child, her mother was fond of putting flowers in her hair and placing vibrant jewels around her neck to contrast with and emphasize the strange color of her hair. As a result, she grew up being fond of trinkets. She wears several necklaces on her neck, a nose ring and a circlet of crystal buds on her head.
Backstory:
Nyxia comes from a long line of healers and was training to be one just before the start of the story. She noticed that her father, a particularly skilled healer in the tribe, would constantly leave the village in constant search of something he refused to talk about. Unknown to Nyxia, her father had been branded a l'Cie by Anima, the fal'Cie Oerba looks to as their village patron to protect them from hostile wildlife. Curious to where her father disappears to, she planned on following him but was found out and stopped by her mother. When asked about it, older woman remained tightlipped.
On a particularly bright and sunny day, Nyxia was practicing with her blades in the field when a monstrous Cieth lumbered into Oerba, successfully killing a handful of people and leaving more injured. Hearing the screams of her people, Nyxia hurried back to the village and angaged the monster. With the help of the other warriors, they eventually managed to bring down the monster. The purple haired girl, exhausted but still willing to help out, turned her attention to the injured. She was horrified to see familiar people and close friends dead but determined not to let the grief overwhelm her, she focused on healing the wounded. One of the injured was her mother. No matter how hard Nyxia tried to heal her, the older woman's injuries were just too severe that she soon refused her daughter's help, insisting she use her powers on people who had a better chance at surviving.
Overcame with grief, Nyxia held her dying mother in her arms. The older woman reached up and laid a hand on her cheek, praising her for what she had become and what she had achieved. Before she succumbed to death, she told her daughter that the Cieth that had attacked the village was in fact her father, a branded l'Cie who had failed to fulfill his focus.
The revelation put Nyxia in shock that she stayed frozen on the spot, her dead mother cradled in her arms. Had she been able to help out with the injured, a lot more could have survived. But she remained rooted where she was, her mind numb and not fully able to wrap itself around the fact that the monster that had killed and injured so many and the same monster that she had dealt the fatal blow to was her father.
After the events of that day, Nyxia became withdrawn, her mind twisting her views on herself, making her believe that she is capable only of bringing death and destruction just like the Cieth she still refused to think of as her father. Refusing to continue on with her training and loathing the fal'Cie she once paid homage to, she set to wander the world to try to make sense of what happened and perhaps to find herself. She left the village and wandered around Pulse and eventually found herself caught up in the war between Cocoon and Pulse.
Personality:
Nyxia is a quiet individual who prefers to be by herself most times, quietly observing those around her. It's not that she has no social abilities -- she used to be a friendly, cheerful girl -- but due to her past, she tries to keep away from most in the fear of ending up hurting them. While she has healing capabilities, she is reluctant to use them as she is convinced that she can do more harm than good.
Stats:
HP: 4
STR: 3
MAG: 5
Weapon:
Chained blades: the chain connecting the two blades is 1 meter in length and wraps around Nyxia's waist when not in use, the blades secured in their scabbards strapped on both side of her hips. When in battle, she can use her blades for close combat as well as long range with the help of the chain.
Squad Role:
Scout
Answer 1: Mog
Answer 2: 30 |
48,281 | 1,304 | 10 | 1,327 | 1,345 | Nadia was in awe at her surroundings until she heard the contact’s voice talked to one of the other Pulsian soldiers who was on this mission together. She saw him with her own eyes and was shocked to see him shimmer in the night sky. She heard his name and what rank he was in the Cocoon Military and was disturbed. She listened to him talk about uncovering the truth and a Pulse fal’Cie captured by PSICOM, which made her saddened to hear that. She felt like a truck hit her when he said, the fal’Cie wanted to stop the war, and not escalate it any further. ”I hope this isn’t a nightmare I am in because it sure sounds like it,” Nadia thought to herself. She stood there in disbelief of what is happening and she put her hands close to her chest and cupped them.
She listened to what Julian had to say since hearing him felt somewhat genuine, with what he was saying about everything. She blinked when Julian addressed her specifically and looked towards him. Her heart sank what Julian said since that meant the rumor from the soldier that slapped her was true. ”Why do these things have to happen?” Nadia asked starting to cry. She fell to her knees crying and she couldn’t stop the waterworks even though Noir helped her calm down on the airship. She reached for her scythe only to rock back and forth with it, and it started shimmering in the night sky in a multitude of colors while she is holding it. However, she dropped it right beside her since she was crying too much to hold onto it. It stopped shimmering and is a regular scythe in the sand.
She slowly looked up at Julian and noticed him asking for their assistance even though she was a complete wreck. ”I-I will help you, Julian in your task since I need to know what happened to my village and my family,” Nadia sobbed. She slowly sheathed* her scythe and got up, completely and unconditionally wanting to help Julian, her will forcing her to stand despite her tears. She was still crying with what Julian said but she couldn’t quit now since she’s close to finding what happened to her older sister.
The Scythe’s blade folds itself on the entire scythe as a protective metallic covering, expect one small portion of it. The handle part folds four times. Nadia’s hand fits into the small portion which isn’t covered by the blade. It looks like a small metal pole on Nadia’s back. | Yaschas Dia NadiaCOM - SAB - MED
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Age: 17
Gender: F
Place of birth: Pulse - She lives in the Village of Yaschas Peak with the Dia Tribe.
Brand location: Right Arm near her hand.
Description: Nadia still wears the clothes of her village and her tribe, which is finer than other villages and tribes on Pulse. The village’s clothes are very vibrant in colors, the primary color is red, the second color is pink, the third color is green, and the fourth and final color is silver. She wears a green t-shirt, covering a pink bra, and wears red with silver outlines of a skirt, and wears pink panties and her shoes are the basic pulse fashion. Her shoes are basically like Vanille’s shoes, just dyed green. She has beautiful blue eyes, with brown hair, which is in a ponytail at most times or it can be not in a ponytail. She is 5’1” in height and she weighs about 125 pounds.
She is right handed and uses her weapon in the right hand.
Personality: Nadia’s personality is very much similar to all the people who lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak and in the Dia Tribe. She very much respected the elders, and she was very kind and thoughtful to everyone. She respected the Village’s rules and feared the consequences of not following them. She was deeply saddened when the Village Elder, Yaschas Dia Burhan died peacefully in his sleep in front of her and they had to bury him because of it. She always wondered if the Village Elder ever met his wife in the heavens after he died.
She got a shock of her life when her older sister Yaschas Dia Selima left the village and never allowed her to see, her weapon either. This devastated Nadia and she closed her shell and was slightly more cold to everyone within the village especially her younger sister. Nadia took a long time to open up but it was too late since a certain thing happened to her. She decided to leave the village since she couldn’t decide to do anything. She still has a lot of stuff on her mind though because of certain events in her life.
She knows she is allowed to return to the village of Yaschas Peak since they are a very welcoming lot to their own and mostly because she needs time to herself. She uses the shimmering of her weapon, as a calming tool to remind her of better days within the Village of Yaschas Peak.
Backstory: Nadia lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak with her tribe, the Dia tribe for most of her life with her older sister Selima and her mother Hanaa and her father Fahd. She gained a little sister by the name of Rasha and she was happier than anything. The Village Elder by the name of Burhan was the oldest and most wise of the group and usually helped the young ones in finding their way and giving them a weapon of their choice to use in their future.
The Village Elder helped Nadia in getting her Scythe, which is reddish black handle and the blade of the scythe itself shimmers in the night since it somewhat has a mind of its own. She was told by her elder to train furiously with this weapon so she can tame the beast within. Since it is a folk tale by the elder to keep the younger children from going outside of the Village that the evils within the weapons will steal their souls. However, the Scythe is calm when Nadia holds her since she has never once tried to break the laws of the village.
The Village Elder told Nadia about his dream leave to the heavens and join with his wife, who passed away before Nadia was born. Nadia was shocked in hearing the Village Elder speak this way and then it happened in front of her eyes, the village elder died in front of her with a peaceful smile. The funeral of the village elder was the hardest task for everyone in the village to do since they loved Yaschas Dia Burhan with all their heart since he was a kind man. The village of peak picked Nadia’s family to be the Village Elders since they were the most knowledgeable in all things that go into the village. Her father and mother enjoyed to do this since they were very honored but there was a problem.
Yaschas Dia Selima wasn’t happy about this and she was never heard from again after that point. Her family was devastated when Selima left to who knows where. Nadia, on the other hand, was the most devastated because of this since she was trying to learn her sister’s weapon she got from the Village Elder.
HP: 5 STR: 4 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dream Scythe (Starter Weapon) - Her scythe is reddish black on the handle up towards the bladed part of the scythe, the scythe blade itself is colored bluish red and can shimmer multitude of colors at night.
The Scythe’s blade folds itself on the entire scythe as a protective metallic covering, expect one small portion of it. The handle part folds four times. Nadia’s hand fits into the small portion which isn’t covered by the blade. It looks like a small metal pole on Nadia’s back.
Squad Role: Chef - She cooks food for the soldiers since she has experience in this field because of what she had to do when she was younger and with her mother and father she had to cook dinner a lot. She is a really good cook.
Answer 1: 29 - From Rules (Ironically enough that's my age atm...)
Answer 2: Oerba Dia Vanille - From the Combat System |
48,282 | 1,304 | 11 | 817 | 1,776 | Noir listened intently at Julian's words. Noir was quite surpised at the information, that Julian has obtained, was probably very sensitive. The task ,that has been request from Julian, was going to be difficult, not matter how you sliced it. After Julian was finished, Noir stayed quiet for the few moments as he assessed the rest of the group's reaction and other important details. Most seem to been younger than Noir, some more than others, and there was a wide range of weapons that Noir can tell. There was almost epual parts males and females including himself.
As far as Noir can tell, there was no objection to the notion of saving the fal'cie but there was some concerns that still remained. Before Noir could have expressed his concerns, Nadia started to sob. Noir went up to Nadia and tried to comfort her the best he could. While Noir comforted Nadia, he expressed his concerns "I am in an agreement with fal'Cie however I think we need a plan. As long we can form a plan, I will follow. If possible, I would like to take a quick stocktake of everyone's inventory and go over the map of the warhouse and surrounding areas." Time was a resource that they vould not afford to waste but neither was their lives. | Haerii Talim NoirSEN-COM-SYN
Age: 35
Gender: M
Place of birth: Haerii, Gran Pulse
Brand location:Palm side of right forearm
Description: Noir is ambidextrous but his dominant hand is his right hand. He is 5 foot 11 inchs tall. His body is toned and tanned. Noir allows his hair and beard to get unruly to misdirect people's perceptions of him. His typical clothes is a traditional tribal set of clothes of his clan. The clothes are rugged and suitable for most temperate climates.
Backstory:Although Noir decides to fight in the war, he does it out of necessity for survival, rather than a desire to exterminate the people from Cocoon. Noir has choose the role of Quartermaster and Navigator for his squad as it is one of the more pacifist-oriented jobs that the army offers and one that he has some experience and familiarity with doing them. He opts for operations with minimal risk of death for both sides but still hinders the enemies’ efforts to cause unnecessary deaths.
Although Noir had an average childhood, for a Pulsian, it was not one without hardship. Noir wears the ring of his dead grandmother, who took him in after his parents were killed on a hunting expedition, when Noir was five years old. His grandfather was dead before Noir was born and he did not make an effort to learn about him. Noir grew up, learning about maps of the region from one of the trackers of his tribe. When he was old enough to work, Noir also had to spend time with the Skinner and bowmaker.
Personality:Noir is a pacifist at heart but the years of tough living has given him a hard and serious exterior. He is often described protective of and fiercely loyal to those who gained his trust but to others, Noir is wary and tends to be on the defensive. He pay attention to the minor details. Noir prefers to let the role leadership fell to someone else but he will challenge the leader if the need arises
HP: 6 STR: 3 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dual Tonfas
Squad Role: Navigator (One in charge in traversing the world using maps and special equipment) and Quartermaster ( On in charge of keeping track of supplies and maintenance of equipment.)
Answer 1:35 - from rules
Answer 2:I like Snow the most - from combat |
48,283 | 1,304 | 12 | 1,126 | 802 | ((OOC: Shores of Lake Bresha, DM Post))
Julian breathed a sigh of relief as each person indicated their consent to the plan. This is going better than I could have hoped for... now for the next step. The hesitation that many showed was expected. The tears from one girl showed in part some of the emotions Julian had felt himself while uncovering the truth. He was certain they would not be the last tears to fall. The silence from Kirta made Julian feel uneasy, but it was better than a blade to the neck. And of course, the planner wanted to plan.
“We might not have much time for an in-depth analysis of the situation,” Julian replied to Noir as he began to walk towards the building. “PSICOM is distracted with the attack. There should only be a handful of soldiers left, probably fewer than our number. The rest would have moved out to defend the area. My plan is to sneak in through the front door.” As he said it, the plan sounded increasingly absurd, but he had been assured it would work. “As for our inventory, well, that was my last charge of my Manadrive. It will only last a few more seconds, so we had better get moving.”
Julian led the small group at a brisk pace, trying to keep mostly to the shadows. As they moved, he explained some of the intel he had gathered. “From last I knew, there was a small contingent of two to five people that closely guarded the fal’Cie. Several more generally patrolled the area, but attempted to blend in with the Guardian Corps so they wouldn’t draw unwanted suspicion. Those troops have been sent to fight the Pulsian force now from the last radio contact I heard. With any luck, the others have left too. Worst case, we fight them off, but we outnumber them. There... that’s the building straight ahead.”
Julian paused, slowing his breathing. Gotta keep calm. This is it. Everything we’ve worked for... He turned to look at the others, spending a moment to look them all in the eyes. “Each one of those soldiers out there is a person. A mother or father, son or daughter. Try to kill as few as you can. Subdue them, silence them, anything. We need to get into that building, talk to that fal’Cie, and hopefully get it out of there without killing any more people than we have to. On either side. Any questions?”
Noir perked up on Julian’s directed question and asked in soft but clear voice. "How do you suppose we proceed safely? I suggest we should approach either from two different angles or we do a leap frog movement. We might have the numbers and surprise advantage however that does not mean we should stay let our guard down."
“Good thinking, Noir. That’s why I recruited you,” Julian replied. “Cocoon, we’ll take the left. Pulse, you head in from the right. Noir, lead the Pulse team, and meet up with me inside the doors when everything is clear. Everyone ready?” | NPC List
Cid Daniels
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Age: 54
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Cid is tall and muscular with center parted white hair and beard. Cid's attire consists of a white vest worn over a black sleeveless top and matching work trousers adorned with black pouches over his knees and toolbelt to carry his engineering equipment and a padded black gauntlet on his left arm, a pair of armor plated black shoes and an ornate pair of goggles with teal lenses (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Cid is known to be intelligent, good-natured and dutiful. He lives to see his creations used to help improve the lives of people and loathes to see the destruction that technology has caused under the banner of the Sanctum (Copied from Wiki).
Squad Role: Mechanic. Cid builds and maintains most of the AMP technology that the squad uses.
Biggs & Wedge
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Age: 20 / 18
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Biggs is a slim youth with swept-back brown hair and a bandana tied round his forehead. He wears an olive shirt and green three-quarter trousers, brown boots with silver fasteners round the ankle, brown gloves, and two belts: one black and one brown, the latter of which has a pouch on his left hip.
Wedge, in contrast, is a self-confessed "roly-poly," enjoying food. He has black hair held back with a red bandana, and wears a beige shirt, blue shorts, brown boots and shoulder pads, with a bandolier across his chest and grenades on the belt of his trousers. (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Biggs and Wedge are good people who care about those around them. Wedge, being the weakest-seeming of the group, looks up to Cid, and blames the tastiness of Breshan cuisine for being chubby. Biggs, meanwhile, maintains a cooler demeanor, but tries to not be too harsh. Both try to emulate Cid’s work ethic in everything they do. (Modified from Wiki).
Squad Role: Supplier. Biggs and Wedge founded B&W Outfitters, an underground supply chain that provides simple accessories to keep the group safe. Wedge generally runs the shop and Biggs builds or collects the supplies. Their sales pitch is as follows: “City life getting you down? Answer the call of the wild! With B&W gear to protect you, a trek through the lowlands is a walk in the park. Why not leave the hustle and bustle behind, and return to nature. It could be just the vacation your soul needs.”
SquadRikken - Maurice - Kimiko - Jesse - Victoria - LilyCOM - RAV - MED - SYN - SAB - SEN
Rikken Image - Maurice Image - Kimiko Image - Jesse Image (N/A) - Victoria Image - Lily Image
Age: 34 - 45 - 18 - 16 - 29 - 25
Gender: M - M - F - M - F - F
Place of birth: All from Cocoon.
Brand location: Right Shoulder - Chest - Left Forearm - Right Hand - Right Thigh - Back of Neck
Description: The squad all works together, each with a different role. They answer to Rikken and can communicate over long distances. They will only journey in groups of three, and the rest stay in camp or can progress on simple missions. The squad follows different mechanics than the party. They cannot equip Accessories or new Weapons, nor can they use Techniques. In exchange, the squad has excellent versatility. Each squad member has their own set of stats and abilities to match their role. Most gain more abilities in their single role than normal to make up for the lack of techniques and equipment.
Backstory/Personality. The squad was a group of Guardian Corps that were fighting against Cocoon soldiers when the party encountered them in Bresha. Rikken and Maurice were separated from the rest of the squad when the power of the l'Cie fell upon them. Suddenly, they found themselves alone against a host of enemies. Rikken is generally the only one to talk directly with the party, as he is the squad leader. The squad are generally respectful of authority and friends, although each member has their own quirks and personalities.
HP: 4 - 4 - 6 - 6 - 5 - 6. STR: 6 - 2 - 1 - 2 - 1 - 5. MAG: 2 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 6 - 1.
Weapon: The squad shares a scimitar that has been forged with a special AMP process that responds to each wielder in various ways.
Squad Role: Mercenaries. |
48,284 | 1,304 | 13 | 1,327 | 1,345 | Nadia was comforted by Noir and heard what he said to Julian. She listened to Julian’s speech about not killing every single person they come across. ”I have no questions Julian on what I have to do,” Nadia said. She still had tears going down her face because of what Julian had said before. She continued to listen to Noir and Julian. ”I am ready,” Nadia replied. She knew had to follow Noir’s orders in making sure no one dies here today. | Yaschas Dia NadiaCOM - SAB - MED
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Age: 17
Gender: F
Place of birth: Pulse - She lives in the Village of Yaschas Peak with the Dia Tribe.
Brand location: Right Arm near her hand.
Description: Nadia still wears the clothes of her village and her tribe, which is finer than other villages and tribes on Pulse. The village’s clothes are very vibrant in colors, the primary color is red, the second color is pink, the third color is green, and the fourth and final color is silver. She wears a green t-shirt, covering a pink bra, and wears red with silver outlines of a skirt, and wears pink panties and her shoes are the basic pulse fashion. Her shoes are basically like Vanille’s shoes, just dyed green. She has beautiful blue eyes, with brown hair, which is in a ponytail at most times or it can be not in a ponytail. She is 5’1” in height and she weighs about 125 pounds.
She is right handed and uses her weapon in the right hand.
Personality: Nadia’s personality is very much similar to all the people who lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak and in the Dia Tribe. She very much respected the elders, and she was very kind and thoughtful to everyone. She respected the Village’s rules and feared the consequences of not following them. She was deeply saddened when the Village Elder, Yaschas Dia Burhan died peacefully in his sleep in front of her and they had to bury him because of it. She always wondered if the Village Elder ever met his wife in the heavens after he died.
She got a shock of her life when her older sister Yaschas Dia Selima left the village and never allowed her to see, her weapon either. This devastated Nadia and she closed her shell and was slightly more cold to everyone within the village especially her younger sister. Nadia took a long time to open up but it was too late since a certain thing happened to her. She decided to leave the village since she couldn’t decide to do anything. She still has a lot of stuff on her mind though because of certain events in her life.
She knows she is allowed to return to the village of Yaschas Peak since they are a very welcoming lot to their own and mostly because she needs time to herself. She uses the shimmering of her weapon, as a calming tool to remind her of better days within the Village of Yaschas Peak.
Backstory: Nadia lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak with her tribe, the Dia tribe for most of her life with her older sister Selima and her mother Hanaa and her father Fahd. She gained a little sister by the name of Rasha and she was happier than anything. The Village Elder by the name of Burhan was the oldest and most wise of the group and usually helped the young ones in finding their way and giving them a weapon of their choice to use in their future.
The Village Elder helped Nadia in getting her Scythe, which is reddish black handle and the blade of the scythe itself shimmers in the night since it somewhat has a mind of its own. She was told by her elder to train furiously with this weapon so she can tame the beast within. Since it is a folk tale by the elder to keep the younger children from going outside of the Village that the evils within the weapons will steal their souls. However, the Scythe is calm when Nadia holds her since she has never once tried to break the laws of the village.
The Village Elder told Nadia about his dream leave to the heavens and join with his wife, who passed away before Nadia was born. Nadia was shocked in hearing the Village Elder speak this way and then it happened in front of her eyes, the village elder died in front of her with a peaceful smile. The funeral of the village elder was the hardest task for everyone in the village to do since they loved Yaschas Dia Burhan with all their heart since he was a kind man. The village of peak picked Nadia’s family to be the Village Elders since they were the most knowledgeable in all things that go into the village. Her father and mother enjoyed to do this since they were very honored but there was a problem.
Yaschas Dia Selima wasn’t happy about this and she was never heard from again after that point. Her family was devastated when Selima left to who knows where. Nadia, on the other hand, was the most devastated because of this since she was trying to learn her sister’s weapon she got from the Village Elder.
HP: 5 STR: 4 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dream Scythe (Starter Weapon) - Her scythe is reddish black on the handle up towards the bladed part of the scythe, the scythe blade itself is colored bluish red and can shimmer multitude of colors at night.
The Scythe’s blade folds itself on the entire scythe as a protective metallic covering, expect one small portion of it. The handle part folds four times. Nadia’s hand fits into the small portion which isn’t covered by the blade. It looks like a small metal pole on Nadia’s back.
Squad Role: Chef - She cooks food for the soldiers since she has experience in this field because of what she had to do when she was younger and with her mother and father she had to cook dinner a lot. She is a really good cook.
Answer 1: 29 - From Rules (Ironically enough that's my age atm...)
Answer 2: Oerba Dia Vanille - From the Combat System |
48,285 | 1,304 | 14 | 1,305 | 1,314 | “Each one of those soldiers out there is a person. A mother or father, son or daughter. Try to kill as few as you can. Subdue them, silence them, anything. We need to get into that building, talk to that fal’Cie, and hopefully get it out of there without killing any more people than we have to. On either side. Any questions?”
No, Nyxia had no questions. She had no problems staying her hand from killing people. She had no interest in that. It wasn't her goal. The only thing she wanted dead was the fal'Cie Julian seemed to think so important. What would it tell them? Lies? Fabrications? Would it deceive them? Give them false hopes? She glanced towards the building where the thing was.
No. Never again. She clenched her jaw. She would kill it before it can hurt more people.
"Ready," she declared and then turned towards Noir. | RAV - MED - COM
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Place of Birth:
Oerba, Gran Pulse
Brand Location:
Left Arm
Description:
Nyxia stands 5 feet 7 inches with a slender build. She wears clothes exactly like what Oerba Yun Fang's but in shades of black, purple and green. Being in a tribe closely related to the Yun tribe, it is not strange that their choice of clothes are similar, if not identical. What sets her apart from the rest of her tribe is her hair and eye color. While all of the Xin tribe has light colored hair (blonde to light brown) and dark brown eyes, Nyxia has purple hair she wears mostly in a braid down her back (reaches mid back in a braid, reaches waist length when worn out of a braid) and blue eyes.
As a child, her mother was fond of putting flowers in her hair and placing vibrant jewels around her neck to contrast with and emphasize the strange color of her hair. As a result, she grew up being fond of trinkets. She wears several necklaces on her neck, a nose ring and a circlet of crystal buds on her head.
Backstory:
Nyxia comes from a long line of healers and was training to be one just before the start of the story. She noticed that her father, a particularly skilled healer in the tribe, would constantly leave the village in constant search of something he refused to talk about. Unknown to Nyxia, her father had been branded a l'Cie by Anima, the fal'Cie Oerba looks to as their village patron to protect them from hostile wildlife. Curious to where her father disappears to, she planned on following him but was found out and stopped by her mother. When asked about it, older woman remained tightlipped.
On a particularly bright and sunny day, Nyxia was practicing with her blades in the field when a monstrous Cieth lumbered into Oerba, successfully killing a handful of people and leaving more injured. Hearing the screams of her people, Nyxia hurried back to the village and angaged the monster. With the help of the other warriors, they eventually managed to bring down the monster. The purple haired girl, exhausted but still willing to help out, turned her attention to the injured. She was horrified to see familiar people and close friends dead but determined not to let the grief overwhelm her, she focused on healing the wounded. One of the injured was her mother. No matter how hard Nyxia tried to heal her, the older woman's injuries were just too severe that she soon refused her daughter's help, insisting she use her powers on people who had a better chance at surviving.
Overcame with grief, Nyxia held her dying mother in her arms. The older woman reached up and laid a hand on her cheek, praising her for what she had become and what she had achieved. Before she succumbed to death, she told her daughter that the Cieth that had attacked the village was in fact her father, a branded l'Cie who had failed to fulfill his focus.
The revelation put Nyxia in shock that she stayed frozen on the spot, her dead mother cradled in her arms. Had she been able to help out with the injured, a lot more could have survived. But she remained rooted where she was, her mind numb and not fully able to wrap itself around the fact that the monster that had killed and injured so many and the same monster that she had dealt the fatal blow to was her father.
After the events of that day, Nyxia became withdrawn, her mind twisting her views on herself, making her believe that she is capable only of bringing death and destruction just like the Cieth she still refused to think of as her father. Refusing to continue on with her training and loathing the fal'Cie she once paid homage to, she set to wander the world to try to make sense of what happened and perhaps to find herself. She left the village and wandered around Pulse and eventually found herself caught up in the war between Cocoon and Pulse.
Personality:
Nyxia is a quiet individual who prefers to be by herself most times, quietly observing those around her. It's not that she has no social abilities -- she used to be a friendly, cheerful girl -- but due to her past, she tries to keep away from most in the fear of ending up hurting them. While she has healing capabilities, she is reluctant to use them as she is convinced that she can do more harm than good.
Stats:
HP: 4
STR: 3
MAG: 5
Weapon:
Chained blades: the chain connecting the two blades is 1 meter in length and wraps around Nyxia's waist when not in use, the blades secured in their scabbards strapped on both side of her hips. When in battle, she can use her blades for close combat as well as long range with the help of the chain.
Squad Role:
Scout
Answer 1: Mog
Answer 2: 30 |
48,286 | 1,304 | 15 | 1,780 | 20 | “Each one of those soldiers out there is a person. A mother or father, son or daughter. Try to kill as few as you can. Subdue them, silence them, anything. We need to get into that building, talk to that fal’Cie, and hopefully get it out of there without killing any more people than we have to. On either side. Any questions?”
Not killing them is certainly going to be a challenge, seeing as they'll be wanting our heads. Riya sighed, lightly tapping her foot on the ground out of a slight frustration. While she understood his sympathy, it didn't change the difficulty of the request.
“Cocoon, we’ll take the left. Pulse, you head in from the right. Noir, lead the Pulse team, and meet up with me inside the doors when everything is clear. Everyone ready?”
Letting out another short sigh, Riya nodded and turned to Noir. "Your lead, then. Should it come to it, I'll do my best to immobilize any soldiers we run into." | Sarii En RiyaRAV - SYN - SAB
Age: 32
Gender: F
Place of birth: Sarii, Gran Pulse
-From the Steppes, Sarii can be found via the Mah’habara Subterra. One of the many tunnels created by the fal’Cie Atomos leads to an abundant and lush hunting ground where several tribes have established a well fortified village that extends into small caves and grottos. Those skilled in hunting take up the majority of exposed residences, while the more delicate of the villagers live in protected homes within the earth.
Brand location: Left hip.
Description: Her often messy brown hair falls just above her waist, but is usually seen kept up in braids and buns for convenience. Her large blue eyes and long eyelashes take away a few years from her appearance, added with her short height of 5’1” and rather petite stature. However, the numerous scars and bruises that cover her tanned body may inform some that she’s been around just slightly longer than it appears.
Riya dresses in shades of deep blues. She wears a silky, hooded blue robe with decorative patterns sewn on its hems. The robe falls to the middle of her thighs, and beneath it she wears tight black clothing. A single strapped black shirt and black tights, decoratively ripped on her left thigh to aesthetically salvage where they’d been burnt in the past. Around her waist is a dark blue sash with white decorative patterns securing her robe- further securing it is a dark brown leather belt with white animal furs draped along her right side, and another belt with a leather pouch on her left side. She wears short brown leather boots that match the shade of her belt, with only a half-inch heel for the sake of comfort. On her hands she wears short gloves- the palms made of simple black material, and the backs made of leather. Her right hand’s glove extends further, giving her a leather guard on her right arm. Adorning her neck, legs and arms are colorful beaded jewelry, many pieces made for her by friends and family.
Backstory/Personality. Riya has a calm and quiet demeanor and usually chooses not to speak more than needed with people she doesn’t know. Being an esteemed hunter in her tribe, she demands respect from those around her. Although never at the forefront of battle, she is considered a highly valuable ally; her objective in hunting is always to use a monster’s weaknesses to her hunting party’s advantage, as well as their surroundings. While she still does her best to enjoy restful moments, she has little patience for nonsense and less for recklessness. Having extensive knowledge of the monsters in Pulse and a good teaching disposition, Riya was often given the task of assisting with the training of new hunters. Because of this, she is quite familiar with the fears of new hunters- and even of mourning them.
HP: 3. STR: 5. MAG: 4.
Weapon: Bow and arrow.
Squad Role: Scavenger / Hunter - Riya is knowledgeable in finding useful things in wildlife, whether they be materials for crafting or cooking. She can identify the difference between something harmful and healthy, or the difference between useful and useless materials.
Answer 1: Hope
Answer 2: 30 |
48,287 | 1,304 | 16 | 1,126 | 802 | ((OOC: Breshan Warehouse))
With no further questions, Julian nodded to the Pulse soldiers. Now was a time for trust, as difficult as it was. “We should meet up again once inside. If you run into any trouble... well, we’ll probably hear you, so hold them off until we can help you.”
With that, he turned back to his Cocoon allies. “Now Kirta, I need you to hold off... Kirta?” As he looked around, Julian couldn’t find their former ally. He sighed and shook his head. “I figured he wouldn’t stick around. I was hoping to be proven wrong. My contact suggested otherwise... Let’s just hope he doesn’t rat us out. I have a feeling we’ll run into him again.”
Another sigh escaped his lips and he turned to Madeleine. “It’s just you and me now. You have my word that I will do my utmost to keep you safe. I know from your record that you feel similarly. Let’s keep an eye out for each other, okay?” Julian moved forward, leading his ally through the shadows.
The building was long, wide, and a single story. Towards the front was a large door that looked like it would open up like some sort of hangar bay, but the door was closed fast and lights illuminated both the door and the ground in front of it. On either side were small doorways. If any attempt to open them, they would find them unlocked, and Pulse’s side door was slightly ajar.
((OOC: I suggest the two parties create collaboration posts instead of several individual posts. I can step in to provide instructions as necessary)) | NPC List
Cid Daniels
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Age: 54
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Cid is tall and muscular with center parted white hair and beard. Cid's attire consists of a white vest worn over a black sleeveless top and matching work trousers adorned with black pouches over his knees and toolbelt to carry his engineering equipment and a padded black gauntlet on his left arm, a pair of armor plated black shoes and an ornate pair of goggles with teal lenses (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Cid is known to be intelligent, good-natured and dutiful. He lives to see his creations used to help improve the lives of people and loathes to see the destruction that technology has caused under the banner of the Sanctum (Copied from Wiki).
Squad Role: Mechanic. Cid builds and maintains most of the AMP technology that the squad uses.
Biggs & Wedge
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Age: 20 / 18
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Biggs is a slim youth with swept-back brown hair and a bandana tied round his forehead. He wears an olive shirt and green three-quarter trousers, brown boots with silver fasteners round the ankle, brown gloves, and two belts: one black and one brown, the latter of which has a pouch on his left hip.
Wedge, in contrast, is a self-confessed "roly-poly," enjoying food. He has black hair held back with a red bandana, and wears a beige shirt, blue shorts, brown boots and shoulder pads, with a bandolier across his chest and grenades on the belt of his trousers. (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Biggs and Wedge are good people who care about those around them. Wedge, being the weakest-seeming of the group, looks up to Cid, and blames the tastiness of Breshan cuisine for being chubby. Biggs, meanwhile, maintains a cooler demeanor, but tries to not be too harsh. Both try to emulate Cid’s work ethic in everything they do. (Modified from Wiki).
Squad Role: Supplier. Biggs and Wedge founded B&W Outfitters, an underground supply chain that provides simple accessories to keep the group safe. Wedge generally runs the shop and Biggs builds or collects the supplies. Their sales pitch is as follows: “City life getting you down? Answer the call of the wild! With B&W gear to protect you, a trek through the lowlands is a walk in the park. Why not leave the hustle and bustle behind, and return to nature. It could be just the vacation your soul needs.”
SquadRikken - Maurice - Kimiko - Jesse - Victoria - LilyCOM - RAV - MED - SYN - SAB - SEN
Rikken Image - Maurice Image - Kimiko Image - Jesse Image (N/A) - Victoria Image - Lily Image
Age: 34 - 45 - 18 - 16 - 29 - 25
Gender: M - M - F - M - F - F
Place of birth: All from Cocoon.
Brand location: Right Shoulder - Chest - Left Forearm - Right Hand - Right Thigh - Back of Neck
Description: The squad all works together, each with a different role. They answer to Rikken and can communicate over long distances. They will only journey in groups of three, and the rest stay in camp or can progress on simple missions. The squad follows different mechanics than the party. They cannot equip Accessories or new Weapons, nor can they use Techniques. In exchange, the squad has excellent versatility. Each squad member has their own set of stats and abilities to match their role. Most gain more abilities in their single role than normal to make up for the lack of techniques and equipment.
Backstory/Personality. The squad was a group of Guardian Corps that were fighting against Cocoon soldiers when the party encountered them in Bresha. Rikken and Maurice were separated from the rest of the squad when the power of the l'Cie fell upon them. Suddenly, they found themselves alone against a host of enemies. Rikken is generally the only one to talk directly with the party, as he is the squad leader. The squad are generally respectful of authority and friends, although each member has their own quirks and personalities.
HP: 4 - 4 - 6 - 6 - 5 - 6. STR: 6 - 2 - 1 - 2 - 1 - 5. MAG: 2 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 6 - 1.
Weapon: The squad shares a scimitar that has been forged with a special AMP process that responds to each wielder in various ways.
Squad Role: Mercenaries. |
48,288 | 1,304 | 17 | 817 | 1,776 | Pulsian Fireteam
Aimed towards Julian, Noir said with a serious tone. "Likewise to you. If everything goes smoothly, neither team will need to be helped." Noir turned towards the other pulsian soldiers and crossed his arms. "So the first order of business is movement order and role allocation. Any takers for first in line? " With limited time, information and resources, Noir needed to find a way to complete the task at hand with the other pulsian soldiers and himself surviving as best as they could.
Nadia looked at Noir when he asked the question. ”I will take midline. It is better than being a cry baby,” Nadia said. She had an air of seriousness in her body language. She knew not to hurt anyone seriously since they have lives and probably want to see the people they care about.
Nyxia sheathed her blades for the meantime and then crossed her arms across her chest. She didn’t really care if she was first in line or last. All she wanted was to complete the mission and see to it that the fal’Cie meet its end. ”I don’t mind being first or last. Place me where you see me fit,” she stated plainly.
Noir said to Nyxia. "Could you go in front if possible. If I heard correctly, you understand the meaning of moving from point to point while maintaining cover and looking out for hazards. Correct me if I am wrong.”
Nyxia nodded without hesitation. ”I can do that, no problem.”
Finally Noir turned to Riya and said to her. "I would like you to be third. I will take up the rear. " Back towards Nyxia. "I am leaving it up to you to get us to the door." Addressed the group in general, Noir commanded. "Arm yourselves. We need to be prepared for anything."
At Noir’s address and command, the purple haired Pulsian looked towards the building that was to be their destination as she pulled her blades out of their scabbards. Inside that structure is our goal. I have to… focus. It’s not only me this time. I have companions. People to protect. I cannot fail, she thought to herself as she pressed her lips together.
Nadia heard Noir’s address and command. Her eyes looked towards the building that was to be their destination as she reached for her scythe and it unsheathed. ”I do hope we succeed in our mission. I hope I can find my sister,” she thought to herself having a slight tear roll down her eyes.
With his weapons unsheathed, Noir made the final checks of his belongings and took a quick note of everyone's belongings as well for future reference."Once everyone is ready, take your places. " Noir took his place behind Riya, who has been quiet this whole time but Noir brushed that off as a symptom of extreme focus or some other factor. "Once in position and ready, call numbers, starting from one, from front to back. Once all numbers are called, that is the signal to move." Now Noir waited for the others to finish up.
Nyxia didn’t need to be told twice nor did she need to do any more readying. With swift movements, she took her position in front. ”One,” she called out.
Nadia had her scythe in her hands holding on tight to it. She took her position behind Nyxia and smiled slightly. ”Two,” Nadia said.
Riya called out her number and finally Noir called out. "Four. Move out. " Now Noir must be focused on being a good rear guard.
Completely focused on the mission and the goal, Nyxia moved forward, her movement swift but her steps barely making any sound. It took only a few minutes for her to cross the distance to the building, her eyes wary and her ears attentive to any suspicious sounds around her. A single guard stood outside the large door. While his stance made it clear that he was ready for any incoming attack, he looked distracted, with his attention on the fighting happening in the distance. The Pulsian scout led their little group to the unguarded smaller door to the side.
Nadia followed carefully behind Nyxia with her scythe in her hands. She was careful with her movements towards the unguarded door that Nyxia was guiding them towards. Her body language had a nervous to it. She kept her eyes on her surroundings and was trying to keep focus.
Once Noir had made the final check for any hostiles behind them, he caught up with the group. In a low voice, Noir spoke to the group. "Well done everyone. Now, our goal is on the other side of this door. I would like Nyxia, with Nadia behind her, on the left-hand side while I will be on the right-hand side, with Riya behind me." Once everyone was in place, Noir gave his next set of instructions. "I am going to open the door fully on the count of three. Nyxia and I am going to going in, making sure there are no hostiles. Once confirmation is given, Riya and Nadia will follow suit. Understood?" After everyone gave their confirmation, Noir started the countdown. Upon the sound of three, Noir opened the door. | Haerii Talim NoirSEN-COM-SYN
Age: 35
Gender: M
Place of birth: Haerii, Gran Pulse
Brand location:Palm side of right forearm
Description: Noir is ambidextrous but his dominant hand is his right hand. He is 5 foot 11 inchs tall. His body is toned and tanned. Noir allows his hair and beard to get unruly to misdirect people's perceptions of him. His typical clothes is a traditional tribal set of clothes of his clan. The clothes are rugged and suitable for most temperate climates.
Backstory:Although Noir decides to fight in the war, he does it out of necessity for survival, rather than a desire to exterminate the people from Cocoon. Noir has choose the role of Quartermaster and Navigator for his squad as it is one of the more pacifist-oriented jobs that the army offers and one that he has some experience and familiarity with doing them. He opts for operations with minimal risk of death for both sides but still hinders the enemies’ efforts to cause unnecessary deaths.
Although Noir had an average childhood, for a Pulsian, it was not one without hardship. Noir wears the ring of his dead grandmother, who took him in after his parents were killed on a hunting expedition, when Noir was five years old. His grandfather was dead before Noir was born and he did not make an effort to learn about him. Noir grew up, learning about maps of the region from one of the trackers of his tribe. When he was old enough to work, Noir also had to spend time with the Skinner and bowmaker.
Personality:Noir is a pacifist at heart but the years of tough living has given him a hard and serious exterior. He is often described protective of and fiercely loyal to those who gained his trust but to others, Noir is wary and tends to be on the defensive. He pay attention to the minor details. Noir prefers to let the role leadership fell to someone else but he will challenge the leader if the need arises
HP: 6 STR: 3 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dual Tonfas
Squad Role: Navigator (One in charge in traversing the world using maps and special equipment) and Quartermaster ( On in charge of keeping track of supplies and maintenance of equipment.)
Answer 1:35 - from rules
Answer 2:I like Snow the most - from combat |
48,289 | 1,304 | 18 | 1,126 | 802 | Julian led Madeleine in the opposite direction from the Pulse team. The duo preferred silent coordination to explanations, and together they closed the distance swiftly and silently. Julian had been promised that the infiltration would be smoith sailing, but he couldn't help but feel like the whole situation was a bit more quiet than even he had anticipated. A lone guard stood watch outside the building, staring into the distance and listening to the sounds of battle from a few blocks away, no doubt both jealous of the glory his comrades were experiencing and relievef that his duties kept him far from harm.
Julian and Madeleine pressed themselves into the shadows, waiting for something to distract the guard's attention. A moment or two passed, and the guard sighed, shook his head, and began to scout towards the other side of the building. The pair took this chance to cross the street, hoping that night and the distant battle would muffle their footsteps. Julian placed his hand on the door and looked back at Madeleine, awaiting confirmation that she was ready. A nod greeted him, and Julian quietly pulled open the door.
Inside the warehouse were stacks and stacks of unlabeled wooden crates. Out of curiosity, Julian lifted the lid on one, but it appeared to contain nothing but straw. The crates were stacked a dozen feet high in most places, and formed rows that led to the back wall about 50 feet away. The back wall appeared to be newly constructed of sheetrock, while the sides and roof had corrugated metal sheathing and exposed steel joists. To even a casual observer, it was fairly obvious that there was something more hidden behind that wall.
More important was that the warehouse appeared empty, as far as Julian could see. He and Madeleine rounded a corner and nearly collided with Noir and his group. "This is too damn easy," Julian muttered, a note of concern on his voice.
No sooner than the words escaped his mouth, klaxons began to sound, the piercing noise filling the air. A handful of crates nearby explosed open, and scandroids and PSICOM soldiers burst out, cutting off the exits. "Pulse infiltrators! Apprehend them!" One of the soldiers called out as bullets began flying. "Protect the package!"
"Time to start running!" Julian called out as he turned and began racing for the back wall. He darted between crates, doing his best to break lines pf sight from the soldiers and hoping the others could keep up. Once he reached the back wall, a doorway that was previously concealed by a stack of crates came into view. Julian fumbled in his pocket for a moment and retrieved an ID card, which he then hastily swiped into the security panel next to the door. A loud click sounded, and he threw open the door, holding it open for those behind him.
This was the first time Julian had gotten a chance to turn around and check on the others. Nadia and Nyxia were hot on his heels, with Noir a few steps behind. Riya was nowhere to be seen, and Madeleine was limping along in the distance. "Hurry!" Julian called out aa a bullet ricocheted off the door jamb.
Suddenly, a stack of crates exploded as a behemoth swiped them aside, blocking Madeleine's path and glaring at Julian. The others had made it inside, and there was no time. Julian locked his gaze with Madeleine's and saw her whisper the word "go." He nodded as the behemoth began to charge and closed the door just moments before the whole building shuddered with a thud.
Muffled screams from the girls could be heard, and a soldier spoke up, stating that there were no other exits. A few soldiers tried the door, but it wouldn't budge. Another voice called for a batterimg ram, and footsteps could be heard runming away from the door.
The chaos ensuing outside the door was juxtaposed with an eery silence emanating from within. More than silence: the air in front of them seemed to nearly devour sound, their labored breathing and heartbeats silently echoing through the space like an intruder. Before them, a vaguely feminime mechanical form stood, bound in chains. It peered at the group, and a voice echoed in each person's mind, neither masculine nor feminine, but somehow both.
"In vainglory we arose, shouting challenges at the Gods. But prevail we did not. Our doom it is to walk the Chaos until time's end. I am Shemhazai, the Whisperer."
A flash of light and thunder rolled as time seemed to stand still. Images of powerful figures flashed through each person's mind, interspersed with glyphs that held no meaning. When the vision faded, strength seemed to fill each person, and a burning sensation drew each individual's attention to a spot on their body. It was there that the mark of the fal'Cie appeared.
Chapter One: Escape from Bresha | NPC List
Cid Daniels
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Age: 54
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Cid is tall and muscular with center parted white hair and beard. Cid's attire consists of a white vest worn over a black sleeveless top and matching work trousers adorned with black pouches over his knees and toolbelt to carry his engineering equipment and a padded black gauntlet on his left arm, a pair of armor plated black shoes and an ornate pair of goggles with teal lenses (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Cid is known to be intelligent, good-natured and dutiful. He lives to see his creations used to help improve the lives of people and loathes to see the destruction that technology has caused under the banner of the Sanctum (Copied from Wiki).
Squad Role: Mechanic. Cid builds and maintains most of the AMP technology that the squad uses.
Biggs & Wedge
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Age: 20 / 18
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Biggs is a slim youth with swept-back brown hair and a bandana tied round his forehead. He wears an olive shirt and green three-quarter trousers, brown boots with silver fasteners round the ankle, brown gloves, and two belts: one black and one brown, the latter of which has a pouch on his left hip.
Wedge, in contrast, is a self-confessed "roly-poly," enjoying food. He has black hair held back with a red bandana, and wears a beige shirt, blue shorts, brown boots and shoulder pads, with a bandolier across his chest and grenades on the belt of his trousers. (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Biggs and Wedge are good people who care about those around them. Wedge, being the weakest-seeming of the group, looks up to Cid, and blames the tastiness of Breshan cuisine for being chubby. Biggs, meanwhile, maintains a cooler demeanor, but tries to not be too harsh. Both try to emulate Cid’s work ethic in everything they do. (Modified from Wiki).
Squad Role: Supplier. Biggs and Wedge founded B&W Outfitters, an underground supply chain that provides simple accessories to keep the group safe. Wedge generally runs the shop and Biggs builds or collects the supplies. Their sales pitch is as follows: “City life getting you down? Answer the call of the wild! With B&W gear to protect you, a trek through the lowlands is a walk in the park. Why not leave the hustle and bustle behind, and return to nature. It could be just the vacation your soul needs.”
SquadRikken - Maurice - Kimiko - Jesse - Victoria - LilyCOM - RAV - MED - SYN - SAB - SEN
Rikken Image - Maurice Image - Kimiko Image - Jesse Image (N/A) - Victoria Image - Lily Image
Age: 34 - 45 - 18 - 16 - 29 - 25
Gender: M - M - F - M - F - F
Place of birth: All from Cocoon.
Brand location: Right Shoulder - Chest - Left Forearm - Right Hand - Right Thigh - Back of Neck
Description: The squad all works together, each with a different role. They answer to Rikken and can communicate over long distances. They will only journey in groups of three, and the rest stay in camp or can progress on simple missions. The squad follows different mechanics than the party. They cannot equip Accessories or new Weapons, nor can they use Techniques. In exchange, the squad has excellent versatility. Each squad member has their own set of stats and abilities to match their role. Most gain more abilities in their single role than normal to make up for the lack of techniques and equipment.
Backstory/Personality. The squad was a group of Guardian Corps that were fighting against Cocoon soldiers when the party encountered them in Bresha. Rikken and Maurice were separated from the rest of the squad when the power of the l'Cie fell upon them. Suddenly, they found themselves alone against a host of enemies. Rikken is generally the only one to talk directly with the party, as he is the squad leader. The squad are generally respectful of authority and friends, although each member has their own quirks and personalities.
HP: 4 - 4 - 6 - 6 - 5 - 6. STR: 6 - 2 - 1 - 2 - 1 - 5. MAG: 2 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 6 - 1.
Weapon: The squad shares a scimitar that has been forged with a special AMP process that responds to each wielder in various ways.
Squad Role: Mercenaries. |
48,290 | 1,304 | 19 | 1,327 | 1,345 | Nadia heard Julian yelled what he said towards them and definitely ran towards Julian. She was terrified when the sirens and gunshots were coming towards her and the group in question. ”I dislike this place right now,” Nadia thought to herself. She was behind Julian when he opened the door and ran into the room.
She was startled that the room she entered was silent and was weirdly silent. She looked up at the vaguely feminine mechanical figure and was eerily terrified and somewhat awed. She heard its voice peer into her mind and was calmed a bit. She saw the vision and was confused in what it all mean, and looked on her right hand and saw the mark of fal’Cie. ”W-What is going on?” Nadia asked, confused at the mark on right hand. She looked at Julian slightly for a bit of comfort in what is going on. | Yaschas Dia NadiaCOM - SAB - MED
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Age: 17
Gender: F
Place of birth: Pulse - She lives in the Village of Yaschas Peak with the Dia Tribe.
Brand location: Right Arm near her hand.
Description: Nadia still wears the clothes of her village and her tribe, which is finer than other villages and tribes on Pulse. The village’s clothes are very vibrant in colors, the primary color is red, the second color is pink, the third color is green, and the fourth and final color is silver. She wears a green t-shirt, covering a pink bra, and wears red with silver outlines of a skirt, and wears pink panties and her shoes are the basic pulse fashion. Her shoes are basically like Vanille’s shoes, just dyed green. She has beautiful blue eyes, with brown hair, which is in a ponytail at most times or it can be not in a ponytail. She is 5’1” in height and she weighs about 125 pounds.
She is right handed and uses her weapon in the right hand.
Personality: Nadia’s personality is very much similar to all the people who lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak and in the Dia Tribe. She very much respected the elders, and she was very kind and thoughtful to everyone. She respected the Village’s rules and feared the consequences of not following them. She was deeply saddened when the Village Elder, Yaschas Dia Burhan died peacefully in his sleep in front of her and they had to bury him because of it. She always wondered if the Village Elder ever met his wife in the heavens after he died.
She got a shock of her life when her older sister Yaschas Dia Selima left the village and never allowed her to see, her weapon either. This devastated Nadia and she closed her shell and was slightly more cold to everyone within the village especially her younger sister. Nadia took a long time to open up but it was too late since a certain thing happened to her. She decided to leave the village since she couldn’t decide to do anything. She still has a lot of stuff on her mind though because of certain events in her life.
She knows she is allowed to return to the village of Yaschas Peak since they are a very welcoming lot to their own and mostly because she needs time to herself. She uses the shimmering of her weapon, as a calming tool to remind her of better days within the Village of Yaschas Peak.
Backstory: Nadia lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak with her tribe, the Dia tribe for most of her life with her older sister Selima and her mother Hanaa and her father Fahd. She gained a little sister by the name of Rasha and she was happier than anything. The Village Elder by the name of Burhan was the oldest and most wise of the group and usually helped the young ones in finding their way and giving them a weapon of their choice to use in their future.
The Village Elder helped Nadia in getting her Scythe, which is reddish black handle and the blade of the scythe itself shimmers in the night since it somewhat has a mind of its own. She was told by her elder to train furiously with this weapon so she can tame the beast within. Since it is a folk tale by the elder to keep the younger children from going outside of the Village that the evils within the weapons will steal their souls. However, the Scythe is calm when Nadia holds her since she has never once tried to break the laws of the village.
The Village Elder told Nadia about his dream leave to the heavens and join with his wife, who passed away before Nadia was born. Nadia was shocked in hearing the Village Elder speak this way and then it happened in front of her eyes, the village elder died in front of her with a peaceful smile. The funeral of the village elder was the hardest task for everyone in the village to do since they loved Yaschas Dia Burhan with all their heart since he was a kind man. The village of peak picked Nadia’s family to be the Village Elders since they were the most knowledgeable in all things that go into the village. Her father and mother enjoyed to do this since they were very honored but there was a problem.
Yaschas Dia Selima wasn’t happy about this and she was never heard from again after that point. Her family was devastated when Selima left to who knows where. Nadia, on the other hand, was the most devastated because of this since she was trying to learn her sister’s weapon she got from the Village Elder.
HP: 5 STR: 4 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dream Scythe (Starter Weapon) - Her scythe is reddish black on the handle up towards the bladed part of the scythe, the scythe blade itself is colored bluish red and can shimmer multitude of colors at night.
The Scythe’s blade folds itself on the entire scythe as a protective metallic covering, expect one small portion of it. The handle part folds four times. Nadia’s hand fits into the small portion which isn’t covered by the blade. It looks like a small metal pole on Nadia’s back.
Squad Role: Chef - She cooks food for the soldiers since she has experience in this field because of what she had to do when she was younger and with her mother and father she had to cook dinner a lot. She is a really good cook.
Answer 1: 29 - From Rules (Ironically enough that's my age atm...)
Answer 2: Oerba Dia Vanille - From the Combat System |
48,291 | 1,304 | 20 | 817 | 1,776 | Noir did not know how or why it all went to hell but they are in deep trouble.
Despite having a sturdy door between them and those that want them died, Noir does not feel safe. The eerie silence does not help either. The voice makes Noir feel uneasy calm inside of him.
After evening shown the vision, Noir's right plan side forearm burns slightly,
revealing the symbol of the dreaded fal'cie. Noir has heard stories about fal'cie but he never thought he would become one. The stories often end in tragic or so he has heard. Nadia is the first to ask the all important question. Noir says without really addressing anyone. "For once, I do not have the answers nor do I have a plan to get out of this mess. That scares me." What he said is the truth. Planning without having all answers is one thing but not having a plan scares him. | Haerii Talim NoirSEN-COM-SYN
Age: 35
Gender: M
Place of birth: Haerii, Gran Pulse
Brand location:Palm side of right forearm
Description: Noir is ambidextrous but his dominant hand is his right hand. He is 5 foot 11 inchs tall. His body is toned and tanned. Noir allows his hair and beard to get unruly to misdirect people's perceptions of him. His typical clothes is a traditional tribal set of clothes of his clan. The clothes are rugged and suitable for most temperate climates.
Backstory:Although Noir decides to fight in the war, he does it out of necessity for survival, rather than a desire to exterminate the people from Cocoon. Noir has choose the role of Quartermaster and Navigator for his squad as it is one of the more pacifist-oriented jobs that the army offers and one that he has some experience and familiarity with doing them. He opts for operations with minimal risk of death for both sides but still hinders the enemies’ efforts to cause unnecessary deaths.
Although Noir had an average childhood, for a Pulsian, it was not one without hardship. Noir wears the ring of his dead grandmother, who took him in after his parents were killed on a hunting expedition, when Noir was five years old. His grandfather was dead before Noir was born and he did not make an effort to learn about him. Noir grew up, learning about maps of the region from one of the trackers of his tribe. When he was old enough to work, Noir also had to spend time with the Skinner and bowmaker.
Personality:Noir is a pacifist at heart but the years of tough living has given him a hard and serious exterior. He is often described protective of and fiercely loyal to those who gained his trust but to others, Noir is wary and tends to be on the defensive. He pay attention to the minor details. Noir prefers to let the role leadership fell to someone else but he will challenge the leader if the need arises
HP: 6 STR: 3 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dual Tonfas
Squad Role: Navigator (One in charge in traversing the world using maps and special equipment) and Quartermaster ( On in charge of keeping track of supplies and maintenance of equipment.)
Answer 1:35 - from rules
Answer 2:I like Snow the most - from combat |
48,292 | 1,304 | 21 | 1,305 | 1,314 | Nyxia looked back just in time to see the door close with Madeleine still outside, beyond the Bahamuth that blocked the path. She took step forward but it was too late and all she could hear was a muffled scream from the other side. For a moment, she stood there, staring at the closed door. While she really didn't know the woman aside from her being from Cocoon, she was a member of the team she was in. And a good soldier never leaves a comrade behind. But right now, going back for a rescue was impossible. She reluctantly turned her attention to the center of the room.
As soon as Nyxia's eye fell on the bound form in the center of the room, her whole body tensed and her hands tightened on the hilt of her blades. This was her chance, this was her moment. Her leg muscles were so tensed that they felt like metal springs ready to uncoil to launch herself at the fal'cie. The longer she stared at it, the more she felt offended by it. She was just about to launch her attack on it when the voice inside her head stopped her short.
"In vainglory we arose, shouting challenges at the Gods. But prevail we did not. Our doom it is to walk the Chaos until time's end. I am Shemhazai, the Whisperer."
She staggered a step backward when the incomprehensible vision crashed into her mind. Images of powerful beings, displays of power... what did it all mean? What did its words mean? She felt a surge of energy rush through her whole being, something she attributed to the excitement of finally being close enough to end a fal'cie's existence.
Why am I wondering about mundane things when what I have to do is clear and is in front of me. I--- her thoughts were interrupted at the burning sensation on her left shoulder. She extended her arm and peered at it, wondering if somehow, in the ensuing chaos she ran through to get to this room, she got injured. Her eyes widened at the all too familiar brand that now marked her skin. She stared at it dumbfounded before she looked at the other people with her, all looking at the brands they now all shared.
A look of anger came over her face, her blue eyes blazing with fury. "No!" the single word was full of rage. "How. Dare. You," she spatted out and with those words, she launched herself at the fal'cie, her blades raised and her eyes burning with murder. | RAV - MED - COM
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Place of Birth:
Oerba, Gran Pulse
Brand Location:
Left Arm
Description:
Nyxia stands 5 feet 7 inches with a slender build. She wears clothes exactly like what Oerba Yun Fang's but in shades of black, purple and green. Being in a tribe closely related to the Yun tribe, it is not strange that their choice of clothes are similar, if not identical. What sets her apart from the rest of her tribe is her hair and eye color. While all of the Xin tribe has light colored hair (blonde to light brown) and dark brown eyes, Nyxia has purple hair she wears mostly in a braid down her back (reaches mid back in a braid, reaches waist length when worn out of a braid) and blue eyes.
As a child, her mother was fond of putting flowers in her hair and placing vibrant jewels around her neck to contrast with and emphasize the strange color of her hair. As a result, she grew up being fond of trinkets. She wears several necklaces on her neck, a nose ring and a circlet of crystal buds on her head.
Backstory:
Nyxia comes from a long line of healers and was training to be one just before the start of the story. She noticed that her father, a particularly skilled healer in the tribe, would constantly leave the village in constant search of something he refused to talk about. Unknown to Nyxia, her father had been branded a l'Cie by Anima, the fal'Cie Oerba looks to as their village patron to protect them from hostile wildlife. Curious to where her father disappears to, she planned on following him but was found out and stopped by her mother. When asked about it, older woman remained tightlipped.
On a particularly bright and sunny day, Nyxia was practicing with her blades in the field when a monstrous Cieth lumbered into Oerba, successfully killing a handful of people and leaving more injured. Hearing the screams of her people, Nyxia hurried back to the village and angaged the monster. With the help of the other warriors, they eventually managed to bring down the monster. The purple haired girl, exhausted but still willing to help out, turned her attention to the injured. She was horrified to see familiar people and close friends dead but determined not to let the grief overwhelm her, she focused on healing the wounded. One of the injured was her mother. No matter how hard Nyxia tried to heal her, the older woman's injuries were just too severe that she soon refused her daughter's help, insisting she use her powers on people who had a better chance at surviving.
Overcame with grief, Nyxia held her dying mother in her arms. The older woman reached up and laid a hand on her cheek, praising her for what she had become and what she had achieved. Before she succumbed to death, she told her daughter that the Cieth that had attacked the village was in fact her father, a branded l'Cie who had failed to fulfill his focus.
The revelation put Nyxia in shock that she stayed frozen on the spot, her dead mother cradled in her arms. Had she been able to help out with the injured, a lot more could have survived. But she remained rooted where she was, her mind numb and not fully able to wrap itself around the fact that the monster that had killed and injured so many and the same monster that she had dealt the fatal blow to was her father.
After the events of that day, Nyxia became withdrawn, her mind twisting her views on herself, making her believe that she is capable only of bringing death and destruction just like the Cieth she still refused to think of as her father. Refusing to continue on with her training and loathing the fal'Cie she once paid homage to, she set to wander the world to try to make sense of what happened and perhaps to find herself. She left the village and wandered around Pulse and eventually found herself caught up in the war between Cocoon and Pulse.
Personality:
Nyxia is a quiet individual who prefers to be by herself most times, quietly observing those around her. It's not that she has no social abilities -- she used to be a friendly, cheerful girl -- but due to her past, she tries to keep away from most in the fear of ending up hurting them. While she has healing capabilities, she is reluctant to use them as she is convinced that she can do more harm than good.
Stats:
HP: 4
STR: 3
MAG: 5
Weapon:
Chained blades: the chain connecting the two blades is 1 meter in length and wraps around Nyxia's waist when not in use, the blades secured in their scabbards strapped on both side of her hips. When in battle, she can use her blades for close combat as well as long range with the help of the chain.
Squad Role:
Scout
Answer 1: Mog
Answer 2: 30 |
48,293 | 1,304 | 22 | 1,126 | 802 | It's... the fal'Cie... Julian barely had time to get the words out of his mouth when the vision took over, assaulting his senses with myriad images. When they finally faded, pain seared his right hand, and he stared. "The mark... of the l'Cie. This wasn't supposed to happen." He glared up at Shemhazai, stepping forward. "How dare you?! Taking innocent lives for no reason? We were going to learn from you, help you! And now..."
"You will help us," the whispers continued. "You are now our l'Cie. Do as you have been bidden, and face your own mortal destruction." The figure strained against the chains, and the links began to snap as it wrenched itself free. Shemhazai now stood before them, and its form was made clear. Shemhazai was clearly feminine, but with the body of a mechanical centaur. Her arms appeared to be formed from razor-sharp pikes that she now flashed at the group. "Come and meet your destiny!"
Shemhazai, the Whisperer
Group A Battle!Current Time: 81.6 secParadigm: Double TroubleNext Up: NoirNoir - COM HP: {[][][][][][][]][][]} HP: 280/375 Next: 81.6 sec TP: {[][][][][][][]} Status: Nyxia - COM HP: {[][][][][][][][]][]} HP: 270/315 Next: 83.8 sec TP: {[][][][][][][][]} Status: Shemhazai HP: {-KO-} Next: 87 sec Chain: -STAGGER!- 470.6% Break: 107.6 sec Status: None
Group B Battle!Current Time: 85 secParadigm: Slash and BurnNext Up: JulianNadia - COM HP: {[][][][][][]][][][]} HP: 216/345 Next: 86 sec TP: {[][][][][][][][]} Status: - RAV HP: {[][][][][][]][][][]} HP: 231/345 Next: 85 sec TP: {[][][][][][][][]} Status: HP: {-KO-} Next: 87 sec Chain: -STAGGER!- 470.6% Break: 107.6 sec Status:
Group A The current Paradigm is Arcane Defense!
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Provoke, which hits! He then begins to Steelguard.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with Aero for 61 damage.
Shemhazai's turn! She uses Wave of Whispers on the group, hitting Noir twice for 28 damage. She hits also hits Nyxia once for 15 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Paradigm to COM! The new Paradigm is Misdirection! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 99 damage, then attacks for 100 damage.
Noir's turn! He changes his Paradigm to SYN! The new Paradigm is Supersoldier! He then targets self with Protect for 206 seconds.
Shemhazai's turn! She uses Crystal Rain on Noir for 74 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with Ruin for 138 damage, attacks for 119 damage, and attacks for 120 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Nyxia with Protect for 206 seconds.
Shemhazai's turn! She attacks Noir three times for 105 damage.
Noir's turn! He changes his Paradigm to SEN! The new Paradigm is Misdirection! He then targets Shemhazai with Provoke, but missed!
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Paradigm to MED! The new Paradigm is Lifeguard! She then targets Noir with Cure for 116 HP.
Shemhazai's turn! She attacks Nyxia 3 times for 92 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Provoke, but missed! He then uses Steelguard.
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Role to RAV! The new Paradigm is Arcane Defence! She then targets Shemhazai with Fire for 147 damage (Staggered!).
Noir's turn! He changes his Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Slash and Burn! He then targets Shemhazai with an attack for 308 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with Fire for 204 damage, Aero for 211 damage, and Fire for 219 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with an attack for 366 damage, attacks for 367 damage, and attacks for 368 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Double Trouble! She then targets Shemhazai with an attack for 367 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with an attack for 402 damage, attacks for 404 damage, and attacks for 405 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 403 damage, attacks for 404 damage, attacks for 405 damage.
Shemhazai's turn! She attacks Nyxia three times for 102 damage!
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with an attack for 445 damage, attacks for 446 damage, and attacks for 447 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is War & Peace! She targets self with Cure for 116 HP.
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Double Trouble! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 477 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with an attack for 481 damage, attacks for 482 damage, and attacks for 483 damage.
Shemhazai's turn! She attacks Noir 3 times for 83 damage!
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is War & Peace! She then targets Noir with Cure for 116 HP.
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with an attack for 131 damage, attacks for 131 damage, and attacks for 132 damage.
Shemhazai's turn! She attacks Nyxia 2 times for 65 damage, missing the third!
Nyxia's turn! She targets self with Cure for 116 HP, then Cure for 116 HP.
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with an attack for 151 damage, attacks for 151 damage, and attacks for 152 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Role to RAV! The new Paradigm is Slash and Burn! She then targets Shemhazai with Fire for 101 damage.
Shemhazai 's turn! She uses Wave of Whispers, hitting Nyxia for 45 damage and Noir for 41 damage, dispelling Protect on both! Shemhazai begins forming a magic crystal in front of her.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with Fire for 191 damage, Fire for 198 damage, and Fire for 205 damage!
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with an attack for 361 damage, attacks for 362 damage, and attacks for 363 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with Fire for 239 damage, Aero for 246 damage, and Fire for 254 damage.
Noir's turn! He targets Shemhazai with an attack for 437 damage, attacks for 438 damage, and attacks for 439 damage.
Nyxia's turn! She changes her Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Double Trouble! She then targets Shemhazai with an attack for 439 damage.
Group B The current Paradigm is Supersoldier!
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with Ruin for 107 damage, Ruin for 99 damage, and Ruin for 106 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Nadia with Protect for 206 seconds.
Shemhazai's turn! She uses Wave of Whispers on the group, hitting Julian three times for 45 damage. She also hits Nadia twice for 21 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets self with Protect for 206 seconds.
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 111 damage, Ruin for 104 damage, and attacks for 122 damage.
Shemhazai's turn! She uses Crystal Rain on Nadia for 66 damage.
Julian's turn! He changes his Paradigm to RAV! The new Paradigm is Slash and Burn! He then targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 156 damage, finding a weakness!
Nadia's turn! She changes her Paradigm to SAB! The new Paradigm is Undermine! She then targets Shemhazai with Deprotect for 62 damage (Missed status!).
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 162 damage, Thunder for 0 damage (Missed!), and Thunder for 170 damage
Shemhazai's turn! She attacks Nadia three times for 97 damage.
Nadia's turn! She changes her Paradigm to MED! The new Paradigm is Yin & Yang! She then targets herself with Cure for 122 HP.
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 177 damage, Thunder for 184 damage, Thunder for 192 damage.
Shemhazai's turn! She attacks Julian 2 times for 69 damage, missing the third hit.
Nadia's turn! She changes her Role to SAB! The new Paradigm is Undermine! She then targets Shemhazai with Deprotect for 84 damage (Debuff Missed!)
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 342 damage, Thunder for 357 damage, and Thunder for 371 damage!
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with Deprotect for 168 damage, Slow P for 231 damage, Deprotect for 157 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 428 damage, Thunder for 443 damage, and Thunder for 457 damage.
Nadia's turn! She changes her Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Slash and Burn! She then targets Shemhazai with an attack for 541 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 499 damage, Thunder for 514 damage, Thunder for 529 damage.
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 577 damage, Ruin for 434 damage, and attacks for 633 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 555 damage, Thunder for 569 damage, and Thunder for 584 damage.
Shemhazai's turn! She attacks Nadia three times for 95 damage!
Nadia's turn! She changes her Role to MED! The new Paradigm is Yin & Yang! She then targets self with Cure for 122 HP.
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 573 damage, Thunder for 587 damage, Thunder for 601 damage.
Nadia's turn! She changes her Role to COM! The new Paradigm is Slash and Burn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 143 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 140 damage, Thunder for 148 damage, Thunder for 155 damage.
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 169 damage, attacks for 168 damage, and attacks for 159 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 157 damage, Thunder for 164 damage, Thunder for 172 damage.
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 197 damage, attacks for 192 damage, and attacks for 206 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 182 damage, Thunder for 189 damage, and Thunder for 197 damage.
Shemhazai's turn! She attacks Nadia 3 times for 94 damage!
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 212 damage, Ruin for 147 damage, and attacks for 0 damage (Missed!).
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 349 damage (Staggered!), Thunder for 364 damage, and Thunder for 379 damage.
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 463 damage, Ruin for 328 damage, and attacks for 516 damage
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 444 damage, Thunder for 459 damage, and Thunder for 474 damage
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 537 damage, Thunder for 552 damage, and Thunder for 567 damage.
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 647 damage, Ruin for 414 damage, and attacks for 652 damage.
Julian's turn! He targets Shemhazai with Thunder for 579 damage, Thunder for 605 damage, and Thunder for 634 damage
Nadia's turn! She targets Shemhazai with an attack for 747 damage and Ruin for 509 damage.
As the last blow of l'Cie magic from Nadia hit Shemhazai, she gave a quiet chuckle. "You have proven yourselves well," she said quietly, as if she were straining for each word. "My time has come to an end. You shall carry on our story. You shall be our Pride and our Vengeance. Fare the well."
With a snap of her fingers, another surge of energy exploded throughout the room, blasting open the doorway behind the group and continuing throughout the whole warehouse. Where previously one could hear sounds of blades clashing and shouts of victory or defeat, now an utter silence filled the area. Shemhazai looked down on the group momentarily before she stumbled forward, collapsing to the ground. "Make... us proud... again..." she whispered before her body disintegrated into a flood of rose petals.
You have defeated Shemhazai. You gain the following rewards: 2 Potions, 800 Gil, 6 CP. The Potions and Gil are shared among all party members. | NPC List
Cid Daniels
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Age: 54
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Cid is tall and muscular with center parted white hair and beard. Cid's attire consists of a white vest worn over a black sleeveless top and matching work trousers adorned with black pouches over his knees and toolbelt to carry his engineering equipment and a padded black gauntlet on his left arm, a pair of armor plated black shoes and an ornate pair of goggles with teal lenses (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Cid is known to be intelligent, good-natured and dutiful. He lives to see his creations used to help improve the lives of people and loathes to see the destruction that technology has caused under the banner of the Sanctum (Copied from Wiki).
Squad Role: Mechanic. Cid builds and maintains most of the AMP technology that the squad uses.
Biggs & Wedge
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Age: 20 / 18
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Biggs is a slim youth with swept-back brown hair and a bandana tied round his forehead. He wears an olive shirt and green three-quarter trousers, brown boots with silver fasteners round the ankle, brown gloves, and two belts: one black and one brown, the latter of which has a pouch on his left hip.
Wedge, in contrast, is a self-confessed "roly-poly," enjoying food. He has black hair held back with a red bandana, and wears a beige shirt, blue shorts, brown boots and shoulder pads, with a bandolier across his chest and grenades on the belt of his trousers. (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Biggs and Wedge are good people who care about those around them. Wedge, being the weakest-seeming of the group, looks up to Cid, and blames the tastiness of Breshan cuisine for being chubby. Biggs, meanwhile, maintains a cooler demeanor, but tries to not be too harsh. Both try to emulate Cid’s work ethic in everything they do. (Modified from Wiki).
Squad Role: Supplier. Biggs and Wedge founded B&W Outfitters, an underground supply chain that provides simple accessories to keep the group safe. Wedge generally runs the shop and Biggs builds or collects the supplies. Their sales pitch is as follows: “City life getting you down? Answer the call of the wild! With B&W gear to protect you, a trek through the lowlands is a walk in the park. Why not leave the hustle and bustle behind, and return to nature. It could be just the vacation your soul needs.”
SquadRikken - Maurice - Kimiko - Jesse - Victoria - LilyCOM - RAV - MED - SYN - SAB - SEN
Rikken Image - Maurice Image - Kimiko Image - Jesse Image (N/A) - Victoria Image - Lily Image
Age: 34 - 45 - 18 - 16 - 29 - 25
Gender: M - M - F - M - F - F
Place of birth: All from Cocoon.
Brand location: Right Shoulder - Chest - Left Forearm - Right Hand - Right Thigh - Back of Neck
Description: The squad all works together, each with a different role. They answer to Rikken and can communicate over long distances. They will only journey in groups of three, and the rest stay in camp or can progress on simple missions. The squad follows different mechanics than the party. They cannot equip Accessories or new Weapons, nor can they use Techniques. In exchange, the squad has excellent versatility. Each squad member has their own set of stats and abilities to match their role. Most gain more abilities in their single role than normal to make up for the lack of techniques and equipment.
Backstory/Personality. The squad was a group of Guardian Corps that were fighting against Cocoon soldiers when the party encountered them in Bresha. Rikken and Maurice were separated from the rest of the squad when the power of the l'Cie fell upon them. Suddenly, they found themselves alone against a host of enemies. Rikken is generally the only one to talk directly with the party, as he is the squad leader. The squad are generally respectful of authority and friends, although each member has their own quirks and personalities.
HP: 4 - 4 - 6 - 6 - 5 - 6. STR: 6 - 2 - 1 - 2 - 1 - 5. MAG: 2 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 6 - 1.
Weapon: The squad shares a scimitar that has been forged with a special AMP process that responds to each wielder in various ways.
Squad Role: Mercenaries. |
48,294 | 1,304 | 23 | 817 | 1,776 | Despite the great strength that he and no doubt the others now wield, Noir takes a moment to catch his breath after the fight. Striaghtening from his battle, he glances around the now less empty and now eerily quiet warehouse. Noir takes a quick look at the others. They look a bit battered but a good night's rest or two could easily fix that. Noir decides to take a look around the warehouse for anything of use. "I am going to look around for something of use. I will report back in a little while."
As he passes the place their opponent fall, lays a pile of gil and a couple potions. He carefully places the potions in one of his pounces and the gil in his gil pouch. Noir approaches crates on the far side of the warehouse. Most of them are labeled but almost all are filled with something that is either too big to carry on person, not useful or both. Only one small package is labeled basic foot-soldier equipment which catchs his eye. After opening the package, Noir finds inside three items that he knows to be a Iron Bangle, a Power Wristband, and finally a Magician's Mark. He take the items and heads back towards the others | Haerii Talim NoirSEN-COM-SYN
Age: 35
Gender: M
Place of birth: Haerii, Gran Pulse
Brand location:Palm side of right forearm
Description: Noir is ambidextrous but his dominant hand is his right hand. He is 5 foot 11 inchs tall. His body is toned and tanned. Noir allows his hair and beard to get unruly to misdirect people's perceptions of him. His typical clothes is a traditional tribal set of clothes of his clan. The clothes are rugged and suitable for most temperate climates.
Backstory:Although Noir decides to fight in the war, he does it out of necessity for survival, rather than a desire to exterminate the people from Cocoon. Noir has choose the role of Quartermaster and Navigator for his squad as it is one of the more pacifist-oriented jobs that the army offers and one that he has some experience and familiarity with doing them. He opts for operations with minimal risk of death for both sides but still hinders the enemies’ efforts to cause unnecessary deaths.
Although Noir had an average childhood, for a Pulsian, it was not one without hardship. Noir wears the ring of his dead grandmother, who took him in after his parents were killed on a hunting expedition, when Noir was five years old. His grandfather was dead before Noir was born and he did not make an effort to learn about him. Noir grew up, learning about maps of the region from one of the trackers of his tribe. When he was old enough to work, Noir also had to spend time with the Skinner and bowmaker.
Personality:Noir is a pacifist at heart but the years of tough living has given him a hard and serious exterior. He is often described protective of and fiercely loyal to those who gained his trust but to others, Noir is wary and tends to be on the defensive. He pay attention to the minor details. Noir prefers to let the role leadership fell to someone else but he will challenge the leader if the need arises
HP: 6 STR: 3 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dual Tonfas
Squad Role: Navigator (One in charge in traversing the world using maps and special equipment) and Quartermaster ( On in charge of keeping track of supplies and maintenance of equipment.)
Answer 1:35 - from rules
Answer 2:I like Snow the most - from combat |
48,295 | 1,304 | 24 | 1,327 | 1,345 | Nadia felt a bit overwhelmed with killing an fal'Cie, one of the protectors of Pulse. However, she had to protect herself from dying. She sheathed her Dream Scythe and was a bit shaken at the entire event that had happened. "What's the world coming to?" Nadia thought to herself. She cupped her two hands together and looked around at everyone. She started to pace a bit but realization came for her that it could have been worse. "W-What is happening?" Nadia asked, a bit freaked out. Her body was shaking after the realization kicked in that she was the one who finished off a fal'Cie.
Nadia noticed Noir approaching the group with a package. She gave a small smile on her face towards Noir. "W-What do you got there? Noir," Nadia said, trying to calm herself down with talking to someone in the group. She had tears going down her face because this is too much for her to handle and after being threatened by that Pulsian Soldier and now this. | Yaschas Dia NadiaCOM - SAB - MED
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Age: 17
Gender: F
Place of birth: Pulse - She lives in the Village of Yaschas Peak with the Dia Tribe.
Brand location: Right Arm near her hand.
Description: Nadia still wears the clothes of her village and her tribe, which is finer than other villages and tribes on Pulse. The village’s clothes are very vibrant in colors, the primary color is red, the second color is pink, the third color is green, and the fourth and final color is silver. She wears a green t-shirt, covering a pink bra, and wears red with silver outlines of a skirt, and wears pink panties and her shoes are the basic pulse fashion. Her shoes are basically like Vanille’s shoes, just dyed green. She has beautiful blue eyes, with brown hair, which is in a ponytail at most times or it can be not in a ponytail. She is 5’1” in height and she weighs about 125 pounds.
She is right handed and uses her weapon in the right hand.
Personality: Nadia’s personality is very much similar to all the people who lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak and in the Dia Tribe. She very much respected the elders, and she was very kind and thoughtful to everyone. She respected the Village’s rules and feared the consequences of not following them. She was deeply saddened when the Village Elder, Yaschas Dia Burhan died peacefully in his sleep in front of her and they had to bury him because of it. She always wondered if the Village Elder ever met his wife in the heavens after he died.
She got a shock of her life when her older sister Yaschas Dia Selima left the village and never allowed her to see, her weapon either. This devastated Nadia and she closed her shell and was slightly more cold to everyone within the village especially her younger sister. Nadia took a long time to open up but it was too late since a certain thing happened to her. She decided to leave the village since she couldn’t decide to do anything. She still has a lot of stuff on her mind though because of certain events in her life.
She knows she is allowed to return to the village of Yaschas Peak since they are a very welcoming lot to their own and mostly because she needs time to herself. She uses the shimmering of her weapon, as a calming tool to remind her of better days within the Village of Yaschas Peak.
Backstory: Nadia lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak with her tribe, the Dia tribe for most of her life with her older sister Selima and her mother Hanaa and her father Fahd. She gained a little sister by the name of Rasha and she was happier than anything. The Village Elder by the name of Burhan was the oldest and most wise of the group and usually helped the young ones in finding their way and giving them a weapon of their choice to use in their future.
The Village Elder helped Nadia in getting her Scythe, which is reddish black handle and the blade of the scythe itself shimmers in the night since it somewhat has a mind of its own. She was told by her elder to train furiously with this weapon so she can tame the beast within. Since it is a folk tale by the elder to keep the younger children from going outside of the Village that the evils within the weapons will steal their souls. However, the Scythe is calm when Nadia holds her since she has never once tried to break the laws of the village.
The Village Elder told Nadia about his dream leave to the heavens and join with his wife, who passed away before Nadia was born. Nadia was shocked in hearing the Village Elder speak this way and then it happened in front of her eyes, the village elder died in front of her with a peaceful smile. The funeral of the village elder was the hardest task for everyone in the village to do since they loved Yaschas Dia Burhan with all their heart since he was a kind man. The village of peak picked Nadia’s family to be the Village Elders since they were the most knowledgeable in all things that go into the village. Her father and mother enjoyed to do this since they were very honored but there was a problem.
Yaschas Dia Selima wasn’t happy about this and she was never heard from again after that point. Her family was devastated when Selima left to who knows where. Nadia, on the other hand, was the most devastated because of this since she was trying to learn her sister’s weapon she got from the Village Elder.
HP: 5 STR: 4 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dream Scythe (Starter Weapon) - Her scythe is reddish black on the handle up towards the bladed part of the scythe, the scythe blade itself is colored bluish red and can shimmer multitude of colors at night.
The Scythe’s blade folds itself on the entire scythe as a protective metallic covering, expect one small portion of it. The handle part folds four times. Nadia’s hand fits into the small portion which isn’t covered by the blade. It looks like a small metal pole on Nadia’s back.
Squad Role: Chef - She cooks food for the soldiers since she has experience in this field because of what she had to do when she was younger and with her mother and father she had to cook dinner a lot. She is a really good cook.
Answer 1: 29 - From Rules (Ironically enough that's my age atm...)
Answer 2: Oerba Dia Vanille - From the Combat System |
48,296 | 1,304 | 25 | 1,126 | 802 | As the figure of Shemhazai disappeared, Julian looked on in shock. The last several minutes had gifted him with the disappearance of all of his Cocoon allies, a surprise attack that his intel should have seen coming, and not least of all, a l'Cie brand. Thankfully, while Julian stood paralyzed, Noir took the initiative, searching through the warehouse and returning with some useful gear. Julian took a deep breath to refocus himself and turned towards his new ally.
He took a few seconds to glance over the items that Noir carried. "This one should make you stronger, this one enhances your manadrives, and the last lets you take more of a beating. I wonder..." Julian took the Magician's Mark and focused on his new l'Cie powers. "Yes, this Mark also affects our new abilities as well. It seems that Nyxia and I are the ones who are most magically oriented. One of us should take this item. The Wristband should go to the strongest among us. I feel as if that would be Nadia. And I suggest that the Bangle go to the one who has the hardest time taking a hit... which I feel was Nyxia from the look of the last battle. And..." Julian looked at the items that Noir found, then back to his allies. "Looks like we're one short. Damn. I'll let you all decide the best way to hand these out then." | NPC List
Cid Daniels
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Age: 54
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Cid is tall and muscular with center parted white hair and beard. Cid's attire consists of a white vest worn over a black sleeveless top and matching work trousers adorned with black pouches over his knees and toolbelt to carry his engineering equipment and a padded black gauntlet on his left arm, a pair of armor plated black shoes and an ornate pair of goggles with teal lenses (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Cid is known to be intelligent, good-natured and dutiful. He lives to see his creations used to help improve the lives of people and loathes to see the destruction that technology has caused under the banner of the Sanctum (Copied from Wiki).
Squad Role: Mechanic. Cid builds and maintains most of the AMP technology that the squad uses.
Biggs & Wedge
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Age: 20 / 18
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Biggs is a slim youth with swept-back brown hair and a bandana tied round his forehead. He wears an olive shirt and green three-quarter trousers, brown boots with silver fasteners round the ankle, brown gloves, and two belts: one black and one brown, the latter of which has a pouch on his left hip.
Wedge, in contrast, is a self-confessed "roly-poly," enjoying food. He has black hair held back with a red bandana, and wears a beige shirt, blue shorts, brown boots and shoulder pads, with a bandolier across his chest and grenades on the belt of his trousers. (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Biggs and Wedge are good people who care about those around them. Wedge, being the weakest-seeming of the group, looks up to Cid, and blames the tastiness of Breshan cuisine for being chubby. Biggs, meanwhile, maintains a cooler demeanor, but tries to not be too harsh. Both try to emulate Cid’s work ethic in everything they do. (Modified from Wiki).
Squad Role: Supplier. Biggs and Wedge founded B&W Outfitters, an underground supply chain that provides simple accessories to keep the group safe. Wedge generally runs the shop and Biggs builds or collects the supplies. Their sales pitch is as follows: “City life getting you down? Answer the call of the wild! With B&W gear to protect you, a trek through the lowlands is a walk in the park. Why not leave the hustle and bustle behind, and return to nature. It could be just the vacation your soul needs.”
SquadRikken - Maurice - Kimiko - Jesse - Victoria - LilyCOM - RAV - MED - SYN - SAB - SEN
Rikken Image - Maurice Image - Kimiko Image - Jesse Image (N/A) - Victoria Image - Lily Image
Age: 34 - 45 - 18 - 16 - 29 - 25
Gender: M - M - F - M - F - F
Place of birth: All from Cocoon.
Brand location: Right Shoulder - Chest - Left Forearm - Right Hand - Right Thigh - Back of Neck
Description: The squad all works together, each with a different role. They answer to Rikken and can communicate over long distances. They will only journey in groups of three, and the rest stay in camp or can progress on simple missions. The squad follows different mechanics than the party. They cannot equip Accessories or new Weapons, nor can they use Techniques. In exchange, the squad has excellent versatility. Each squad member has their own set of stats and abilities to match their role. Most gain more abilities in their single role than normal to make up for the lack of techniques and equipment.
Backstory/Personality. The squad was a group of Guardian Corps that were fighting against Cocoon soldiers when the party encountered them in Bresha. Rikken and Maurice were separated from the rest of the squad when the power of the l'Cie fell upon them. Suddenly, they found themselves alone against a host of enemies. Rikken is generally the only one to talk directly with the party, as he is the squad leader. The squad are generally respectful of authority and friends, although each member has their own quirks and personalities.
HP: 4 - 4 - 6 - 6 - 5 - 6. STR: 6 - 2 - 1 - 2 - 1 - 5. MAG: 2 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 6 - 1.
Weapon: The squad shares a scimitar that has been forged with a special AMP process that responds to each wielder in various ways.
Squad Role: Mercenaries. |
48,297 | 1,304 | 26 | 1,305 | 1,314 | Nyxia stared at the rose petals, her whole body still buzzing from the rush of adrenaline the fight had brought about. There really was no sense of relief or achievement from seeing the fal'Cie fall from the group's joint effort. There was just a feeling of frustration. Why did she let it mark her? Why did she let it brand her like a master would a slave. She threw one of her blades with enough force so that the long length of the chain wrapped itself around her body, caught it and then sheathed both blades into their own scabbards a little forcefully. She looked at Noir when he spoke but did not acknowledge his words. Instead, she looked down at the black brand on her left arm.
She felt a new surge of anger run through her. Did she leave Oerba just to suffer the same fate as her father? How long will it take for her to turn into a monster? Who would end up killing her? She took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down. She needed to figure out what to do. There was no way to go back in time to redo what was already done. The fal'Cie was no more. It will not be able to take back its mark.
The only way to go was forward.
And forward meant travelling with the group she was with now. All of them marked. All of them cursed.
She looked at Julian, who was explaining what the items Noir brought back. She shook her head. "I am fine not taking any of those items," she said. | RAV - MED - COM
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Place of Birth:
Oerba, Gran Pulse
Brand Location:
Left Arm
Description:
Nyxia stands 5 feet 7 inches with a slender build. She wears clothes exactly like what Oerba Yun Fang's but in shades of black, purple and green. Being in a tribe closely related to the Yun tribe, it is not strange that their choice of clothes are similar, if not identical. What sets her apart from the rest of her tribe is her hair and eye color. While all of the Xin tribe has light colored hair (blonde to light brown) and dark brown eyes, Nyxia has purple hair she wears mostly in a braid down her back (reaches mid back in a braid, reaches waist length when worn out of a braid) and blue eyes.
As a child, her mother was fond of putting flowers in her hair and placing vibrant jewels around her neck to contrast with and emphasize the strange color of her hair. As a result, she grew up being fond of trinkets. She wears several necklaces on her neck, a nose ring and a circlet of crystal buds on her head.
Backstory:
Nyxia comes from a long line of healers and was training to be one just before the start of the story. She noticed that her father, a particularly skilled healer in the tribe, would constantly leave the village in constant search of something he refused to talk about. Unknown to Nyxia, her father had been branded a l'Cie by Anima, the fal'Cie Oerba looks to as their village patron to protect them from hostile wildlife. Curious to where her father disappears to, she planned on following him but was found out and stopped by her mother. When asked about it, older woman remained tightlipped.
On a particularly bright and sunny day, Nyxia was practicing with her blades in the field when a monstrous Cieth lumbered into Oerba, successfully killing a handful of people and leaving more injured. Hearing the screams of her people, Nyxia hurried back to the village and angaged the monster. With the help of the other warriors, they eventually managed to bring down the monster. The purple haired girl, exhausted but still willing to help out, turned her attention to the injured. She was horrified to see familiar people and close friends dead but determined not to let the grief overwhelm her, she focused on healing the wounded. One of the injured was her mother. No matter how hard Nyxia tried to heal her, the older woman's injuries were just too severe that she soon refused her daughter's help, insisting she use her powers on people who had a better chance at surviving.
Overcame with grief, Nyxia held her dying mother in her arms. The older woman reached up and laid a hand on her cheek, praising her for what she had become and what she had achieved. Before she succumbed to death, she told her daughter that the Cieth that had attacked the village was in fact her father, a branded l'Cie who had failed to fulfill his focus.
The revelation put Nyxia in shock that she stayed frozen on the spot, her dead mother cradled in her arms. Had she been able to help out with the injured, a lot more could have survived. But she remained rooted where she was, her mind numb and not fully able to wrap itself around the fact that the monster that had killed and injured so many and the same monster that she had dealt the fatal blow to was her father.
After the events of that day, Nyxia became withdrawn, her mind twisting her views on herself, making her believe that she is capable only of bringing death and destruction just like the Cieth she still refused to think of as her father. Refusing to continue on with her training and loathing the fal'Cie she once paid homage to, she set to wander the world to try to make sense of what happened and perhaps to find herself. She left the village and wandered around Pulse and eventually found herself caught up in the war between Cocoon and Pulse.
Personality:
Nyxia is a quiet individual who prefers to be by herself most times, quietly observing those around her. It's not that she has no social abilities -- she used to be a friendly, cheerful girl -- but due to her past, she tries to keep away from most in the fear of ending up hurting them. While she has healing capabilities, she is reluctant to use them as she is convinced that she can do more harm than good.
Stats:
HP: 4
STR: 3
MAG: 5
Weapon:
Chained blades: the chain connecting the two blades is 1 meter in length and wraps around Nyxia's waist when not in use, the blades secured in their scabbards strapped on both side of her hips. When in battle, she can use her blades for close combat as well as long range with the help of the chain.
Squad Role:
Scout
Answer 1: Mog
Answer 2: 30 |
48,298 | 1,304 | 27 | 817 | 1,776 | Noir comes up with a suggestion for the items to help the process. "I agree that the iron bangle could go to the most frail of us but I also could take it and try to draw the enemies' attacks to me. Althought I can already take a beating, I will not be able to survive a focused barrage , even with my new-found powers" Noir aims to build on what Juilian said about bolstering their inate strengths.
"I would like to make to make this decision quick or we must do it at a later stage. It might not sound like it but we are still in hostile territory. We must get out of here soon." It is possible that he is still on edge from the adrenaline and the eerie silence is not helping either. With the added fact of them being now branded and fal'Cie being vanquished by them, Noir gets the feeling that they should get a move on. Time is of the essence and act while the option to do so is still available. | Haerii Talim NoirSEN-COM-SYN
Age: 35
Gender: M
Place of birth: Haerii, Gran Pulse
Brand location:Palm side of right forearm
Description: Noir is ambidextrous but his dominant hand is his right hand. He is 5 foot 11 inchs tall. His body is toned and tanned. Noir allows his hair and beard to get unruly to misdirect people's perceptions of him. His typical clothes is a traditional tribal set of clothes of his clan. The clothes are rugged and suitable for most temperate climates.
Backstory:Although Noir decides to fight in the war, he does it out of necessity for survival, rather than a desire to exterminate the people from Cocoon. Noir has choose the role of Quartermaster and Navigator for his squad as it is one of the more pacifist-oriented jobs that the army offers and one that he has some experience and familiarity with doing them. He opts for operations with minimal risk of death for both sides but still hinders the enemies’ efforts to cause unnecessary deaths.
Although Noir had an average childhood, for a Pulsian, it was not one without hardship. Noir wears the ring of his dead grandmother, who took him in after his parents were killed on a hunting expedition, when Noir was five years old. His grandfather was dead before Noir was born and he did not make an effort to learn about him. Noir grew up, learning about maps of the region from one of the trackers of his tribe. When he was old enough to work, Noir also had to spend time with the Skinner and bowmaker.
Personality:Noir is a pacifist at heart but the years of tough living has given him a hard and serious exterior. He is often described protective of and fiercely loyal to those who gained his trust but to others, Noir is wary and tends to be on the defensive. He pay attention to the minor details. Noir prefers to let the role leadership fell to someone else but he will challenge the leader if the need arises
HP: 6 STR: 3 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dual Tonfas
Squad Role: Navigator (One in charge in traversing the world using maps and special equipment) and Quartermaster ( On in charge of keeping track of supplies and maintenance of equipment.)
Answer 1:35 - from rules
Answer 2:I like Snow the most - from combat |
48,299 | 1,304 | 28 | 1,126 | 802 | As the group discussed their next move, a cry of alarm came from outside the warehouse. Julian looked up immediately, conceen writ on his face. "We can decide on the way," he said. "For now, I'll take the Mark." In a single motion, he slipped the Magician's Mark from the items Noir held and placed in on his arm. "Let's go!"
Julian led the way outside, but stopped short when he opened the door. The sounds of battle were silenced, and the flames of war that had burned previously were frozen into crystalline shards of amber. The only sign of life in the area was a small white creature crawling on the ground. "Ohhh kupooo," she muttered quietly before glancing up at the group. "Hey! Hey, you guys! What happened? And uh... help, pleeease?" | NPC List
Cid Daniels
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Age: 54
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Cid is tall and muscular with center parted white hair and beard. Cid's attire consists of a white vest worn over a black sleeveless top and matching work trousers adorned with black pouches over his knees and toolbelt to carry his engineering equipment and a padded black gauntlet on his left arm, a pair of armor plated black shoes and an ornate pair of goggles with teal lenses (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Cid is known to be intelligent, good-natured and dutiful. He lives to see his creations used to help improve the lives of people and loathes to see the destruction that technology has caused under the banner of the Sanctum (Copied from Wiki).
Squad Role: Mechanic. Cid builds and maintains most of the AMP technology that the squad uses.
Biggs & Wedge
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Age: 20 / 18
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Biggs is a slim youth with swept-back brown hair and a bandana tied round his forehead. He wears an olive shirt and green three-quarter trousers, brown boots with silver fasteners round the ankle, brown gloves, and two belts: one black and one brown, the latter of which has a pouch on his left hip.
Wedge, in contrast, is a self-confessed "roly-poly," enjoying food. He has black hair held back with a red bandana, and wears a beige shirt, blue shorts, brown boots and shoulder pads, with a bandolier across his chest and grenades on the belt of his trousers. (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Biggs and Wedge are good people who care about those around them. Wedge, being the weakest-seeming of the group, looks up to Cid, and blames the tastiness of Breshan cuisine for being chubby. Biggs, meanwhile, maintains a cooler demeanor, but tries to not be too harsh. Both try to emulate Cid’s work ethic in everything they do. (Modified from Wiki).
Squad Role: Supplier. Biggs and Wedge founded B&W Outfitters, an underground supply chain that provides simple accessories to keep the group safe. Wedge generally runs the shop and Biggs builds or collects the supplies. Their sales pitch is as follows: “City life getting you down? Answer the call of the wild! With B&W gear to protect you, a trek through the lowlands is a walk in the park. Why not leave the hustle and bustle behind, and return to nature. It could be just the vacation your soul needs.”
SquadRikken - Maurice - Kimiko - Jesse - Victoria - LilyCOM - RAV - MED - SYN - SAB - SEN
Rikken Image - Maurice Image - Kimiko Image - Jesse Image (N/A) - Victoria Image - Lily Image
Age: 34 - 45 - 18 - 16 - 29 - 25
Gender: M - M - F - M - F - F
Place of birth: All from Cocoon.
Brand location: Right Shoulder - Chest - Left Forearm - Right Hand - Right Thigh - Back of Neck
Description: The squad all works together, each with a different role. They answer to Rikken and can communicate over long distances. They will only journey in groups of three, and the rest stay in camp or can progress on simple missions. The squad follows different mechanics than the party. They cannot equip Accessories or new Weapons, nor can they use Techniques. In exchange, the squad has excellent versatility. Each squad member has their own set of stats and abilities to match their role. Most gain more abilities in their single role than normal to make up for the lack of techniques and equipment.
Backstory/Personality. The squad was a group of Guardian Corps that were fighting against Cocoon soldiers when the party encountered them in Bresha. Rikken and Maurice were separated from the rest of the squad when the power of the l'Cie fell upon them. Suddenly, they found themselves alone against a host of enemies. Rikken is generally the only one to talk directly with the party, as he is the squad leader. The squad are generally respectful of authority and friends, although each member has their own quirks and personalities.
HP: 4 - 4 - 6 - 6 - 5 - 6. STR: 6 - 2 - 1 - 2 - 1 - 5. MAG: 2 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 6 - 1.
Weapon: The squad shares a scimitar that has been forged with a special AMP process that responds to each wielder in various ways.
Squad Role: Mercenaries. |
48,300 | 1,304 | 29 | 1,327 | 1,345 | Nadia looked a bit confused and she accepted the Brawler’s Wristband from Noir by taking it with a smile towards him. ”T-Thank you, Julian for explaining them. I will take the one that will make me stronger...,” Nadia said, confidently and a bit confused and terrified all in one. Her emotions was slightly a bit all over the place with what is happening.
Nadia heard what everyone was talking about afterwards and agreed they need to get out of here. She followed Julian with cautiousness since she is still in shock because of what happened. She looked at the battlefield outside and was startled when she heard a voice and saw a small white creature crawling on the ground. ”W-What is that?” Nadia asked, pointing at the one who called to them for help. She had never seen this creature before in her life or had any stories during her childhood about them. She slowly walked to it with a bit of a gentle smile coming across her face. ”W-We should help this thing…,” Nadia said, with gentleness to her. | Yaschas Dia NadiaCOM - SAB - MED
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Age: 17
Gender: F
Place of birth: Pulse - She lives in the Village of Yaschas Peak with the Dia Tribe.
Brand location: Right Arm near her hand.
Description: Nadia still wears the clothes of her village and her tribe, which is finer than other villages and tribes on Pulse. The village’s clothes are very vibrant in colors, the primary color is red, the second color is pink, the third color is green, and the fourth and final color is silver. She wears a green t-shirt, covering a pink bra, and wears red with silver outlines of a skirt, and wears pink panties and her shoes are the basic pulse fashion. Her shoes are basically like Vanille’s shoes, just dyed green. She has beautiful blue eyes, with brown hair, which is in a ponytail at most times or it can be not in a ponytail. She is 5’1” in height and she weighs about 125 pounds.
She is right handed and uses her weapon in the right hand.
Personality: Nadia’s personality is very much similar to all the people who lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak and in the Dia Tribe. She very much respected the elders, and she was very kind and thoughtful to everyone. She respected the Village’s rules and feared the consequences of not following them. She was deeply saddened when the Village Elder, Yaschas Dia Burhan died peacefully in his sleep in front of her and they had to bury him because of it. She always wondered if the Village Elder ever met his wife in the heavens after he died.
She got a shock of her life when her older sister Yaschas Dia Selima left the village and never allowed her to see, her weapon either. This devastated Nadia and she closed her shell and was slightly more cold to everyone within the village especially her younger sister. Nadia took a long time to open up but it was too late since a certain thing happened to her. She decided to leave the village since she couldn’t decide to do anything. She still has a lot of stuff on her mind though because of certain events in her life.
She knows she is allowed to return to the village of Yaschas Peak since they are a very welcoming lot to their own and mostly because she needs time to herself. She uses the shimmering of her weapon, as a calming tool to remind her of better days within the Village of Yaschas Peak.
Backstory: Nadia lived in the Village of Yaschas Peak with her tribe, the Dia tribe for most of her life with her older sister Selima and her mother Hanaa and her father Fahd. She gained a little sister by the name of Rasha and she was happier than anything. The Village Elder by the name of Burhan was the oldest and most wise of the group and usually helped the young ones in finding their way and giving them a weapon of their choice to use in their future.
The Village Elder helped Nadia in getting her Scythe, which is reddish black handle and the blade of the scythe itself shimmers in the night since it somewhat has a mind of its own. She was told by her elder to train furiously with this weapon so she can tame the beast within. Since it is a folk tale by the elder to keep the younger children from going outside of the Village that the evils within the weapons will steal their souls. However, the Scythe is calm when Nadia holds her since she has never once tried to break the laws of the village.
The Village Elder told Nadia about his dream leave to the heavens and join with his wife, who passed away before Nadia was born. Nadia was shocked in hearing the Village Elder speak this way and then it happened in front of her eyes, the village elder died in front of her with a peaceful smile. The funeral of the village elder was the hardest task for everyone in the village to do since they loved Yaschas Dia Burhan with all their heart since he was a kind man. The village of peak picked Nadia’s family to be the Village Elders since they were the most knowledgeable in all things that go into the village. Her father and mother enjoyed to do this since they were very honored but there was a problem.
Yaschas Dia Selima wasn’t happy about this and she was never heard from again after that point. Her family was devastated when Selima left to who knows where. Nadia, on the other hand, was the most devastated because of this since she was trying to learn her sister’s weapon she got from the Village Elder.
HP: 5 STR: 4 MAG: 3
Weapon: Dream Scythe (Starter Weapon) - Her scythe is reddish black on the handle up towards the bladed part of the scythe, the scythe blade itself is colored bluish red and can shimmer multitude of colors at night.
The Scythe’s blade folds itself on the entire scythe as a protective metallic covering, expect one small portion of it. The handle part folds four times. Nadia’s hand fits into the small portion which isn’t covered by the blade. It looks like a small metal pole on Nadia’s back.
Squad Role: Chef - She cooks food for the soldiers since she has experience in this field because of what she had to do when she was younger and with her mother and father she had to cook dinner a lot. She is a really good cook.
Answer 1: 29 - From Rules (Ironically enough that's my age atm...)
Answer 2: Oerba Dia Vanille - From the Combat System |
48,301 | 1,304 | 30 | 1,126 | 802 | Oh, th-thank you! the creature cried out in response. "I was just fluttering by watching the fireworks show when this blast of energy knocked me out of the sky. I tried to stay aloft, but I think my wing is hurt." The creature pointed to one of the purple bat-like wings that sprouted from her back. From her testimonial, it seemed these tiny wings gave her the ability to fly. "As for me, my name is Mo... uh... Molly. Yeah! I'm a Moogle, but I'm not like those normal kupo-spewing, cutemongering, pompom-fluffed moogles. I'm dangerous!"
If Molly didn't look so pitiful on the ground, her arms barely able to reach the ground to pull her forward, her declaration of danger may have been seen as comical. As it was, Julian held back a chuckle as he wracked his brain on these creatures. Moogles had been mentioned in one of his briefings as a Pulsian creature with some potential, but that they were definitely too dim-witted and fearful to be useful. Perhaps Molly was different. "What can we do to help, Molly?" he asked, deciding to focus on the situation at hand before trying to recap what had just happened before he was even certain of it himself. Besides, they did npt know the origin of the moogle. Perhaps she was a spy from Cocoon. Seeing a Pulse brand on them may cause troubles.
"I'm just a little hurt," Molly replied. "I'm sure if you could find me a Kupo Nut, I would be just fine. No... no more Kupo Nuts. I'm getting chubby. A Potion should do, I think." | NPC List
Cid Daniels
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Age: 54
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Cid is tall and muscular with center parted white hair and beard. Cid's attire consists of a white vest worn over a black sleeveless top and matching work trousers adorned with black pouches over his knees and toolbelt to carry his engineering equipment and a padded black gauntlet on his left arm, a pair of armor plated black shoes and an ornate pair of goggles with teal lenses (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Cid is known to be intelligent, good-natured and dutiful. He lives to see his creations used to help improve the lives of people and loathes to see the destruction that technology has caused under the banner of the Sanctum (Copied from Wiki).
Squad Role: Mechanic. Cid builds and maintains most of the AMP technology that the squad uses.
Biggs & Wedge
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Age: 20 / 18
Gender: M
Place of birth: Unknown, Cocoon
Description: Biggs is a slim youth with swept-back brown hair and a bandana tied round his forehead. He wears an olive shirt and green three-quarter trousers, brown boots with silver fasteners round the ankle, brown gloves, and two belts: one black and one brown, the latter of which has a pouch on his left hip.
Wedge, in contrast, is a self-confessed "roly-poly," enjoying food. He has black hair held back with a red bandana, and wears a beige shirt, blue shorts, brown boots and shoulder pads, with a bandolier across his chest and grenades on the belt of his trousers. (Copied from Wiki).
Backstory/Personality. Biggs and Wedge are good people who care about those around them. Wedge, being the weakest-seeming of the group, looks up to Cid, and blames the tastiness of Breshan cuisine for being chubby. Biggs, meanwhile, maintains a cooler demeanor, but tries to not be too harsh. Both try to emulate Cid’s work ethic in everything they do. (Modified from Wiki).
Squad Role: Supplier. Biggs and Wedge founded B&W Outfitters, an underground supply chain that provides simple accessories to keep the group safe. Wedge generally runs the shop and Biggs builds or collects the supplies. Their sales pitch is as follows: “City life getting you down? Answer the call of the wild! With B&W gear to protect you, a trek through the lowlands is a walk in the park. Why not leave the hustle and bustle behind, and return to nature. It could be just the vacation your soul needs.”
SquadRikken - Maurice - Kimiko - Jesse - Victoria - LilyCOM - RAV - MED - SYN - SAB - SEN
Rikken Image - Maurice Image - Kimiko Image - Jesse Image (N/A) - Victoria Image - Lily Image
Age: 34 - 45 - 18 - 16 - 29 - 25
Gender: M - M - F - M - F - F
Place of birth: All from Cocoon.
Brand location: Right Shoulder - Chest - Left Forearm - Right Hand - Right Thigh - Back of Neck
Description: The squad all works together, each with a different role. They answer to Rikken and can communicate over long distances. They will only journey in groups of three, and the rest stay in camp or can progress on simple missions. The squad follows different mechanics than the party. They cannot equip Accessories or new Weapons, nor can they use Techniques. In exchange, the squad has excellent versatility. Each squad member has their own set of stats and abilities to match their role. Most gain more abilities in their single role than normal to make up for the lack of techniques and equipment.
Backstory/Personality. The squad was a group of Guardian Corps that were fighting against Cocoon soldiers when the party encountered them in Bresha. Rikken and Maurice were separated from the rest of the squad when the power of the l'Cie fell upon them. Suddenly, they found themselves alone against a host of enemies. Rikken is generally the only one to talk directly with the party, as he is the squad leader. The squad are generally respectful of authority and friends, although each member has their own quirks and personalities.
HP: 4 - 4 - 6 - 6 - 5 - 6. STR: 6 - 2 - 1 - 2 - 1 - 5. MAG: 2 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 6 - 1.
Weapon: The squad shares a scimitar that has been forged with a special AMP process that responds to each wielder in various ways.
Squad Role: Mercenaries. |
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