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52,502 | 1,421 | 83 | 1,793 | 511 | I think I'll take a look around. Chris said, absentmindedly. He really wasn't tired, and the conversation with the Watcher made him feel safer and more confident. Local anomaly expert? Ha!
There was also the question of his powers. He used to study them everyday, but now had to jury-rig all the equipment he would usually use. So he helped himself to Edith's drawers, somehow forgetting they may be trapped or filled with women's underwear. Most of the junk she had collected actually looked useful, and his mood kept getting better. | Name: Christopher Abu-Machlouf
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 70 kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Physical Appearance:
Externally, Chris is your typical nerd. His already narrow, lean build is further enhanced by the loose-fitting clothes he wears. On top of this is a head slightly larger than perfect proportion allows, adorned with an explosion of disheveled hair. His large, round, thin-framed glasses complete the picture - a young, green techie, fitting the social stigma of his kind.
But the first thing almost immediately apparent is his complete lack of facial expression. According to context, one can imagine him being bored, sarcastic or even silently angry. And when his words do not fit this, he slowly appears more and more creepy. Sometimes, when the effect is especially bad, he looks like a bad hologram, with unfocused eyes and computer-generated face with a generic expression. He sometimes notices this, and attempts to imitate facial expressions appropriate to the context or his mood. This generally makes things worse. And his monotonous, almost robotic voice does not help matters.
Underneath his loose clothes, Chris is built like an athlete. Tight, sinewy muscles cover his body, visible through thin skin almost entirely devoid of fat. He looks like the standard male muscle diagram in anatomy books, if the diagram was slightly thinner and a giant nerd. He is not built for volume, and none of this is visible through his clothes.
When he walks or participates in any other physical activity, the experienced would notice a certain determination in his steps, coupled with balance and control, typical of martial arts practitioners. Usually there is a determined facial expression in this package, so the experienced quickly become confused.
Attire:
Chris dresses with complete disregard for fashion or style, preferring practical work clothes for all events, even social ones. His usual attire is a pair of cargo pants, light work boots, and a simple shirt underneath a jacket made of some tough material. His clothes are usually a few sizes larger than he is, making him look small.
Though if he really could, he'd just stay in his lab coat all day.
Equipment:
- Glasses (-0.5)
- Lab Coat
- Thermometer
- Pen pocket friend (or whatever the name of this thing is)
- Multitool
- Digital/Analog Wristwatch
Innate & Outward Personality:
Chris is cheerful and friendly, and truly believes in every person's power to change the world for the best. Nothing of this comes through when he talks with people - His body language appears to be limited to hands alone, as his voice and face do not cooperate. It is so strange, that people truly need to get to know him before they can understand everything he's saying - especially his nerdy humor which he finds hilarious.
He is naturally curious, and tries to gain a deeper understanding of any topic he comes across, especially through conversation with professionals (who are his favorite conversation partners). His head, by now, is filled with bits of various information that may some day be useful in highly specific situations (Did you know standard water faucets have two different thread lengths for hot and cold pipes so they don't get mixed up?).
Since he had not dealt with any real danger before, Chris is kind of cowardly, and prefers to escape various dangerous situations. Though it would be interesting to find out what would happen if another's life was on the line.
He takes his glasses everywhere, though he's pretty fine without them. He likes the effect they have on people.
Hobbies/Interests:
Beyond his job, Chris has done a little research on every scientific field available to him. He is thus very slightly versed in all kinds of sciences, and may even recognize a term or two in a scientific paper by accident. He is particularly interested in medicine, though so far he has gained only the basic first-aid skills crucial for anyone working in a medical lab.
He tries to live a healthy lifestyle, though he seems to eat more than one would expect. He claims his body needs it. He also practices a kind of military self-defense technique, more for strength and coordination than true self-defense, but for some reason he's very perceptive and the few basic techniques he knows he can perform with near perfection.
Chris is also interested in various military technologies, from firearms to land vehicles and naval vessels. His father's career has left him curious about the world's military tech advancement, and he makes sure to follow on the latest developments and releases, through his father's sources of information. He has fired a few guns in his life, but other than having knowledge of how to operate many weapons, he has close to zero experience.
Skills/Talents:
Chris has a Magister's degree in Physics. His degree was very general and encompassed many different fields in physics, from analytic thermodynamics to relative gravitational analysis. His Magister's was about a new type of medical imaging, the first step towards his chosen career.
Chris is also versed in many kinds of medical equipment, and while he dealt only with specific equipment he will most likely be able to operate many others. He is able to analyze results of various tests as well, on a very basic level (though considerably upgraded by him testing various anomalies he had artificially induced in his body).
Christopher Abu-Machlouf was born in Egypt, Earth, in a time of great technological leaps. His father was a military contractor, and often took him as a child to gun shows and other events. The child took everything in with great joy, excited by the technological complexity and ease-of-use of the various "problem-solvers" he was shown.
His father thought he would continue in his steps and become an engineer, but Chris soon found that what excited him is not technology itself, but the principles on which it was built. Additionally, he was a pacifist, and preferred to advance the world of Medical technology instead of the Military. He finished school with honors, and immediately applied to the best university his parents' money could buy.
After receiving his Magister's he decided to join his university's mission to Mars. Its purpose was to study the living habits of miners, and eventually develop tools that would improve their health and prolong their lives. The expedition's base of operations was founded in Aire - The team would do rudimentary health checks of many miners, and it was important to have access to workers from all over the planet.
Christopher's primary work was to operate the various testing equipment, which was too complicated and unwieldy for doctors that were used to working with people. He tried to learn everything he could from them, but much of what happened went over his head. He did gain a good idea of how the testing equipment worked, on a physical level, and what the results meant - Since in his free time, he would run various tests on himself, in different conditions (After a workout, just waking up, hungover, etc). He was glad this machinery was available to him, as it encouraged him to live a healthy lifestyle.
One day, it happened. He woke up, not particularly tired, but looking in the mirror as if he partied hard yesterday and was going to pay for it. Through communication with the others, he realized his face was numb - or, emotionally numb. He could do anything he wanted with it, but it would not change according to his tone of voice or his mood. During the day, he noticed his voice becoming monotonous.
He quickly put himself in a device used to measure cardiovascular function. It was a stationary bike-like contraption with many sensors. He would often toy with the life-signs on the screen, trying to force them up or down using his thoughts.
This time, it worked.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest as his heart went from 60 to 160 in 3 seconds. His temperature jumped. His lungs forced oxygen inside with a coarse gasp. His hands, forehead, body became covered in hot sweat. A minute later it was over, after he was sure he was going to die from the weirdest cardiac arrest known to man. A slight but annoying headache was beginning to develop at the back of his head, so he got off the bike and poured himself a cup of juice. A few moments later, he was in front of the punching bag. He tested his strength a few times, his strikes fast and accurate from the self-defense classes he was taking (As they proved to be the most effective for his shape). Then, he forced himself to strike harder. And harder. His muscles bulged. Sharp pain spread through his elbow, to his shoulder and back. The next punch made a small crack in the cheap bag's fabric, simultaneously dislocating his shoulder.
He made it to bed somehow, his shoulder returned to place but his hand almost completely useless. He wondered if he was going to simply break apart at night. He wished himself to get better. He did not want to die. He did not want to die! His right hand twitched. When he woke up the next day, his arm was fine.
Using the tools at his disposal, Chris spent the following month working at day and researching his power at night. He was able to fine-tune his body to make his workouts more effective as well, and made almost inhuman progress. That was until the quarantine. He spent a day hiding his logs, to one day send them to Earth and continue his research. And while the lab is slowly transformed into an emergency treatment clinic, he can't help but wonder if it will soon be used to diagnose people with powers.
Family:
Father: Frederick Abu-Machlouf, Project Manager, Egypt Military. Alive.
Mother: Dianah Abu-Machlouf, Writer. Alive.
Power Class:
Physical - Bioelectrical Signal Control
Power Description:
The human body is controlled by decisions, some automatic and some intelligent, of all parts of the human brain. These decisions translate into bioelectrical signals, sent from the central nervous system to all parts of the body. Unlike normal people, Chris has control over many automatic signals, and is able to transmit them in his own body by will, overriding many of its automatic functions.
He also has a limited ability to transmit bioelectrical signals by touch to others. The effects on them are similar to those on him, but are also quite different, sometimes destructively so. The brain has no ability to transmit these signals outside the body, but Chris is able to overcharge the brain to do so. This takes a heavy toll on him.
(note: Chris does not actually have control over electricity - only over his body's communication signals).
Current State
The commands Chris can currently use are:
Biomechanical
- Strength
Removes limiters from the muscles, allowing the body to exert more force than it naturally would. If used for extensive periods or for extremely hard tasks, may damage the muscles.
- Speed
Similarly to strength, allows the limbs to move faster, with the same limitations.
- Flexibility
Allows muscles and tendons to lengthen beyond their limit. This lowers strength and makes the body more susceptible to physical damage.
- Control
Allows higher coordination and more accurate movements. Can be used for accurate throwing, pinpoint firearm accuracy, or complicated surgery (as long as he knows what he is doing). Decreases all other biomechanical parameters.
- Defense
Temporarily hardens muscles and bones, to allow the body to survive higher physical trauma. Decreases speed and flexibility.
Sensory
- Sight Accuracy
Allows clearer view of objects far away, or noticing minute details.
- Sight Speed
Allows the mind to respond to visible events faster. This is like bullet time, only without hastening the body. The higher the response speed, the greater the strain on the mind and eyes.
- Variable-Light Vision
Allows faster adaptation to low or high light environment. Within human limitations, this causes no strain, but when pushed beyond (i.e. darkvision) it causes strain as usual.
- Hearing
Enhances hearing beyond human capability. Works only in low-noise environments.
- Smell
Allows recognition of familiar smells in smelly environment.
- Taste
Food is more awesome than ever.
- Pain Resistance
The ability to ignore pain and prevent it from affecting sensory or physical parameters. This does not prevent actual damage to the body.
Internal
- Active Healing
Enhanced regeneration of wounded (or missing) tissue. Can be used to repair self-inflicted damage caused by other abilities.
- Adrenaline Control
Increase of adrenaline increases strength and speed, lowers coordination and sensitivity in all senses (including pain). High amounts of adrenaline in the blood for extended periods of time cause extreme fatigue. The usage of the ability itself does not strain the body (Within the body's limitation of producing and breaking down adrenaline).
- Sleep Control
Can fall asleep instantly and in any environment. External awakening must overcome the noise within which this power was used (kick to the head works every time).
- Digestion Control
Can, within certain limitation, process barely edible food, and in general take whatever materials he chooses from any ingested food. Cakes are not fattening anymore.
- Metabolism Control
Can hasten or slow down cardiovascular functions. Outside of human parameters, this is the most dangerous power to use, since passing human limitations in both directions leads to death.
Transmitted
- Sense Other
Able to sense and understand (within the limitation of the language used to describe these powers) any problems or wounds that a person has by touching them. Only serious problems are felt.
- Heal Other
Able to induce regeneration in subject touched. The subject must be organic and the touch must persist for the duration of the ability. Exerts the body just like normal regeneration but is generally less effective.
Other
- Genetic Modification
In conjunction with healing, this can be used to modify a parameter beyond a human's capability permanently. This power is very long term, and its results take effect whenever the GM wants. This is basically my character's level up mechanism.
Future Advancement
- Increased bioelectrical stamina (decrease strain of powers on body, extend duration)
- Increase amount of simultaneous powers used (at the moment limited to 1)
- Increased effectiveness of all powers
- Improve Other (Biomechanics)
- Future genetic modification results:
- Echolocation
- Thermal Sight
Limits:
Issuing a command requires a strong bioelectrical discharge in Chris's brain. The organ responsible for it takes time to recharge, and at the moment is limited to one discharge between recharges.
Using a command on someone else, including healing, takes greater effort and increases recharge time. It also damages Chris's nervous system slightly, requiring him to heal himself after a few uses.
Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
The weaknesses of particular powers are in their description. There are some general weaknesses however:
- Since Chris is able to change parameters humans usually have no control of, he is particularly susceptible to mind control. If forced to use his powers incorrectly, he can hurt himself and even die.
- As most parameters within the human body, Chris's power requires the body to be in optimal temperature. If Chris is too cold, his power weakens, and he loses it in particularly cool environments. He can increase his cardiovascular parameters to warm himself, but only while it isn't cold enough. When it is hot, on the other hand, Chris's power may go off randomly, on himself or on an innocent bystander touched at the wrong time. This depletes his ability as usual. His powers do not discharge randomly while charging. He can decrease his cardiovascular parameters to cool himself, but this makes him sluggish and tired if done in excess. |
52,503 | 1,422 | 0 | 1,910 | 1,968 | The Crowning MechanismIt Was A Death Sentence
"Victory will summon that which is divine.
Success will bring a kingdom into one's palm.
Treasure will grant power beyond mortals."
Reassurances were offered, like the hymn of a prayer.
Those words of confidence were empty, for even those whose livelihood it was to venture outwards considered a crown to be rare prize.
Those who were a special combination of misfortunate, mighty, and mislead departed the protective walls, the gates closing behind them until they returned with the mechanism. They could have welded the doors shut and had evidence of honesty.
After a final glace behind themselves at the bastion of safety, the party looked forward towards the fields of danger and set forth towards them.
The dim light of an untamed forest soon enveloped the group.
Lucanas Meretrix
That Same Day
A few weeks earlier, Lucanas felt panic grow gradually within himself. The walls were crowded, disease, misery, and death were over watching presence within the slums. The walls were corrupt, his own mother likely being slain by a noble of Vicariis. In the center lived those who never had experienced misfortune or discomfort in their lives.
Despite this, the warrior desperately didn't want to leave. Patrolling the streets was easy when you learned to harden your heart to those living beneath your own means. The walls and the central mechanism prevented the dangers from outside preying on those within. Perhaps it was crowded. Perhaps it was miserable. Perhaps it was corrupt.
But it was safe.
He had been lucky enough to live the majority of his life within the second wall, by his Majesty of Arx's grace. Although most days were spent training, recently he had avoided practice. A few days ago, he had finished mourning his own death. By the time he approached the gates for what he knew would be the last time, the tears had stopped and he was prepared to take on the world.
Only a few words had been uttered between the party since they departed, mostly basic introductions so the others would have some title to bury them with.
When he was buried however, his tombstone would be titled with his majesty. That was his quest, and what convinced him to keep moving forwards.
Later That Same Day
Looking upwards, leaves obscured the normal method of telling time, hiding the sun beyond eye's reach. The warrior's mind guessed that a forth of the days light had passed already, and his disciplined routine suggested that he start constructing plans for the journey based on his knowledge.
The reality was, he had absolutely no concept of where they were travelling or how long this journey would take. Those who travelled with caravans usually advised that most of the southern towers had already been captured, and that to the North was where untouched ones remained.
And so his feet moved along an untraveled path, and his eyes wondered in a search for danger only to find none. To be honest with himself, the streets of Arx was where he was comfortable spotting those who intended to do him harm.
Among these mysterious forests, it was difficult for his inexperienced eye to see anything. For all he knew, there could be beasts of the wild planning to slay them or a member of some pitiful tribe observing the group's every movement. He unconsciously found himself checking the grey dragonscale he wore every few minutes, ensuring once again that it was prepared for action.
His anticipation was growing until he hoped a dragon would appear before them to relieve their uncertainty. To distract himself from pointlessly observing the wilds, his eyes glanced over to each member of his party.
Another fighter, wearing lighter armor than himself and carrying a hand-and-a-half sword. It's coloring suggested wealth, but his attire did not. The warrior wearing the cross of Arx had guesses as to his background, but didn't want to spend too long speculating about the private life of another.
A man wearing a combination of strange garb. His weapon was copper, but his armor was of scale. It was a confusing combination that left Meretrix guessing at his background. Was he a serf who had escaped from the slums, or had he been kicked out from even the furthest wall for an act of disloyalty against the crown?
A slave who had managed to catch up to them during their journey. If she wanted to serve the party so desperately, he wasn't going to ask any questions.
He had an idea of who the last two were.
The teal haired blacksmith was something of an anomaly within the second ring, a blacksmith who recently had created a solution for polishing the finest of steels. Initially Lucanas had believed it to some strange tale, but after seeing the younger man training outside periodically with some strange blade he knew the 'legends' had at least some basis in truth.
The last one was a woman. Striking red hair and seduc ... piercing amber eyes. Those features weren't the strange part however. Initially spotting her, the warrior saw a cloak bestowed on her shoulders that only a noble could afford. He questioned for a moment if she had stolen it, but her introduction stated that she hadn't.
A mixture of hatred and confusion filled the veins of the warrior as he looked forward once more. Hatred, because she belonged to the house that had killed his mother. Confusion, because why would a woman, and even more than that, why would a person of nobility who lived a life in luxury choose to leave?
The warrior pondered about this for a moment, considering how to deal with her as his eyes looked off into the distance behind her. | Lucanus Meretrix
Appearance:
Standing taller than most men at six fleet flat, his muscular build gives the appearance of a warrior. A glance at his face reveals an unkempt dark gray beard along with green eyes that reveal either kindness or ambition depending on the moment.
An older set of gray dragon scale armor adorns his body, a white surcoat with the cross of Arx being thrown over the armor. The only distinguishing accessory from any other warrior is a copper necklace holding a pendant of a bronze double headed eagle.
Age:
Twenty One
Gender:
Male
Class:
Formally Serf, now Warrior class.
Personality:
While he prefers kindness over pain, Lucanas is ambitious. Hypocritical in the sense that he believes in tradition when it benefits him and ignores him when they don't, life is an attempt to claw your way to the top in a world still surrounded by wilderness. Having lived at the bottom rungs of society though, he does have some sympathy for those beneath him, and has a strange sense of honor and loyalty that won't allow him to betray a true friend or cause unnecessary suffering in another.
Backstory:
The son of a whore, Lucanus lived in the slums of Arx off the meager income his mother's occupation provided. Eventually a job with a noble from Vicariis went wrong, and she was left mortally wounded on the streets. Handing her son a necklace, she told him that she would always watch over him, and that he should strive to live a better life.
Eventually the seven year old was picked up by the local guards, and after realizing his status as an orphan trained him to quest for a tower. Sworn into celibacy to avoid attachments to anything but his mission, he trained and exercised constantly in an effort to survive the brutal countryside.
For the past few years as his training has come towards an end, the warrior has lived a life of relative comfort outside of a few unfortunate incidents where local beasts have pressed against the walls.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Eagle's Eyes: Unsure how it's power was gained, when wearing the necklace the warrior finds his senses are enhanced before something happens, making it nearly impossible to genuinely surprise him from the shadows.
Knightly Training: Going through a lifetime of training for slaying great beasts and patrolling the streets have lead Lucanus to learning how to fight with melee weapons better than the vast majority of the population, preferring to wield hand and a half or two handed weapons.
Equipment:
Gray Dragonscale Armor: Lighter, less expensive, and more comfortable than steel plate, Lucanas has preferred this type of armor since it would be more convenient to wear when expected to travel.
Great Axe: An axe on one side, a hammer at the other, and a spear tip at the end make this an ideal all purpose weapon for slaying larger beasts.
Bastard Sword: A sword that can be wielded with either one hand or two, this sword is the middle ground between a broadsword and the large great axes.
Rope And Weapon Maintenance Kit
A sack filled with Rations and bedding
A leather canteen for Water
Double Headed Eagle Necklace |
52,504 | 1,422 | 1 | 1,773 | 49 | Albin took one last look at the grand walls behind him. It was perhaps the final time that he would ever look at them. His heart rate quickened. The sudden realization hit him like a sack of bricks. Arx, what he knew, seemed to be much smaller on the outside. However, that was most likely due to the sheer scale of the outside world. The sheer size of what the outside world may have been was impressive; much further than he ever remembered.
Earlier, he had said goodbye to craftsmen. To them, he was family. Most objected, however, they knew that they couldn't stop someone as impulsive as Albin. He said his goodbyes, told them his reasoning, and left. It was a bitter goodbye. If he died, many theories and creations would cease to exist (at least, in his own opinion). However, if he survived, he would most likely bring enough rare metals to prove his theories, he could catapult the city into an age of good weaponry.
He looked around at his companions for this mission. Some drab men wearing rather normal armor and quite nice weaponry. However, Albin's attention was drawn away from these normal-appearing warriors. The one companion he truly noticed was a young woman, perhaps only a few years older than him.
Her hair was similar to his own, in the sense that it seemed to be unnatural. Albin's attention was brought further to her curves. Her interesting, smooth curves... of her bow. It was strung and appeared to be rather old. Not even before Albin could piece together whatever was going on, he automatically began to speak.
"Why is your bow strung already? How long has it even been strung?" He said in a loud tone. To him, proper maintenance of weaponry was key to winning wars (not like he had fought in any). "It's only proper to always keep your bow in a safe and dry location, preferably within a soft wooden case inside of a tightly woven sack. Not to mention, if it is ever strung for long periods of time, it tends to weaken the limbs. By the appearance and style of the bow, and by which I mean it's craftsmanship is not familiar to me, I can tell that it is quite old. It appears like whoever have given you the bow had taken much better care of it than you."
His tone was rather rude, however, it wasn't without reasoning. To Albin, anyone who took improper care of weapons was a fool and should not be trusted. A rusty sword, or in this case, damaged bow could break and cause the user to be at the receiving end of the pain. | Name:
Albin de Fabrica
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Class:
Merchant and Craftsman
(Just a note here, I find it weird how there's no middle class here. I don't really feel as Albin can fit into any one of the the slots, as he's not noble, nor is he a warrior. Serfs also rent land, so that's a no-no.)
Appearance:
Albin appears as most his age; young, unscarred, and normal. His most notable feature is his hair, which is an extraordinary shade of blonde that fades into a teal. Though, it is not natural. He accidentally bleached his hair while trying to create a polish for his blade. He stands at 5'9" tall and is of a slender build. His eyes are hazel, causing them to be more of a yellow colour, if anything. He tends not to wear armour, as his greatest asset is how fast he can run away. His clothing consists of anything warm and comfortable.
Personality:
Albin tends to be rather impulsive. Because of this, his emotions tend to change on a whim. Not like he was actually feeling the emotions that he acts out; he thinks it's more about getting his point across.
His interests really only include craftsmanship and metals. He wants to uncover the secrets of metal, especially steel. He's rather one-track minded in this aspect; he's usually more interested in proper care of weaponry than actually using the weapons themselves. He also tends to be absent-minded and oblivious at times, being unable to see or understand any minute details one may show.
Backstory:
Albin never quite knew his father, nor his mother. He never had the opportunity of meeting them. Or, at least, remembering meeting them. Albin was raised by the various craftsmen and their families . In return, he helped them with whatever they needed, such as helping on the forge, making weaponry for soldiers, fixing armour, and any other odd jobs a young boy could do. As such, the craftsmen gave him the name of de Forgia, as to show his upbringing by the community.
As he grew up, he slowly became more and more bored with the standard process of blacksmithing and creating craftworks. Copper was pretty much the only metal usable for the average smith. He became more and more interested in the properties of copper. However, his research within the walls had only gotten so far. He began to desire to leave the walls to create the strongest metal. Or, at least try to prove his half-cocked theories true.
On Albin's 16th birthday, began his plan. Using the various gifts given to him by other craftsmen, he worked on his sword. After a year and multiple failed attempts later, he made a workable sword. Though, it was rather curved. Still, it was a nice sword. One of the smiths managed to get a small amount of steel, to which Albin's heart began to pound. Whatever the metal was, he really liked it. He managed to stick it on the back end of his sword, helping it's durability significantly.
For the next year, Albin trained his combat skill. However, the curved blade didn't really work for any standard sword fighting strategy. He instead chose to draw the sword as fast as he could. The curved blade helped it and Albin decided that drawing the sword would be the one thing that he focused on.
After another year, Albin could strike fast by drawing the blade and attacking at the same time. Not quite the best strategy, but still useful. However, after all this training, the blade of the sword turned out to be quite dull and not as lustrous as it used to be. The next month or so was experimenting with various ways to clean the blade. Albin managed to create a nice substance to polish up his blade (after he repaired it, of course). While putting the mixture away, it managed to fall directly on his head.
When he had awoken, his scalp had been mildly burned, and his hair turned a strange colour. Albin didn't quite care, though. He thought he looked pretty nice. All trained up, he was ready for the adventure to find new metals.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
The Heart of Dragons
Albin has a sixth sense. Whenever he comes close to rare metals of any type, his heart rate begins to quicken. Additionally, he can turn a palm-sized rock into a flake of steel and a lot of dust by pressing his hands on it as hard as he can. Not that that's useful, anyways. It's much more of a parlour trick, if anything.
Craftsman
Due to his upbringing, Albin can repair various tools while inside of the dungeon. He also has an extensive knowledge of proper care for weaponry, armour, and tools. He also has a wide general knowledge on herbs, rocks, and metals.
The Drawing Sword
Due to Albin training only one specific skill in case he needed the ability to fight, he learned how to draw his sword extremely fast while striking at the same time. While this skill is extremely neat looking and strong to start a fight with, he really can't do anything else after drawing his sword.
Good Runner
Albin's second form of fighting; which is coincidentally fleeing. He can run faster than most, which is all that matters (especially in bear attacks).
Equipment:
Albin's Blade
The first good quality blade that Albin created. It is curved and only has one edge that can cut. This allows it to be drawn and swung much easier. Though, it is much more fragile and smaller than normal swords. Made out of mostly copper with a strip of steel across the flat edge, allowing it to not break instantly. Comes with a very ornate sheathe that looks lovely.
Albin's Clothes
They look nice and are warm and comfy. That's about it.
Craftsman's Gear
A belt containing a small and extremely tough hooked knife, a durable hammer, an extremely long length of bowstring, brick and mortar, and other small craftsman tools.
Favourite Food:
Oily bread with lots of herbs in it; an extremely rare treat that is just right. |
52,505 | 1,422 | 2 | 2,033 | 9,341 | Footsteps echoed through the halls of the manor that she called home. It was probably one of the more well built ones, even if it had been standing almost since Arx was founded. It was richly furnished and decorated like any nobles house should be. She'd have to say she thought it was better decorated than the palace, though that was probably just her pride doing the talking. Either way, it was an old building that had seen quite a bit of history. A bit of a testament to the humans ingenuity and resourcefulness some might say. A comforting though indeed, it was. Humans had come a long way in the last years ever since they felled that one dragon.
Irrelevant thoughts for now. She entered her room, a small scowl overcoming her visage as she stepped inside. The slave inside immediately went to pour her a drink. She needed it after listening to the long list of protests that the others of the house had. She had suggested that she go on this little venture. The look on their faces was priceless when she had asked. It was almost worth the absurdly long list of protests she had received afterwards.
Almost.
The slave silently handed her the drink she had poured, and Maria took it eagerly, taking a long drink of the beverage before sighing and taking a seat in a chair near a window. In the end, she threatened to tell the entire city about all their dirty little secrets the house had collected over the years. She of course, was perfectly innocent of all wrongdoings so she'd be completely fine in that scenario. She may have...suggest a few less than honest acts, but it wasn't like they were going to blab or say anything about it.
Even so, they really didn't want her to leave. It would have been endearing if they had actually been concerned for her, but no, they weren't. Just scared for themselves. Selfish little nobles who didn't care about anything other than their own well being and advancement. Bah. Not like she could say much of anything, however. She was the same way when you got down to it. She didn't care for them, not really. As long as she got what she wanted in the end, nothing else mattered. Which was why she was intent on going on this little venture.
She was completely, utterly, almost agonizingly bored.
Oh sure, sure, she had all the luxuries she could possibly ever want. Any slave to mess with, and she could fool around with the noblemen all she wanted, but such things had gotten completely boring recently. She needed something new. Something fun, and this venture was just the perfect opportunity to alleviate her boredom. She didn't care at all what the others wanted or thought. If the entire kingdom of Arx had somehow burnt to the ground, them included by the time of their return, she'd be perfectly fine with that. In fact, she almost wanted it to happen.
"Slave, go fetch my bow, cloak, and armor. Bring it here immediately and if anyone gets in your way whatsoever, ignore them." She took another drink of the alcohol. "I will be packing what other things I will be taking with me, and I do not wish to be delayed. Understand?" The salve bowed deeply, not speaking as she had learned a long time ago that speaking to Lady Vicariis was nothing something one should do unless they wanted to provoke her wrath.
~Day of departure~
As they marched through the street, a silent somberness hung over the town, clinging thick to the air and threatening to suffocate the ones who were heading out into the wilds. Prayer were offered for them, wishing them luck and protection of whatever divinity they believed in upon them. Maria bit her tongue, but was utterly unimpressed at the notion of any gods whatsoever. If anything, people built this city with their own ingenuity and resources, relying on themselves and themselves alone.
You could also even say they defied the gods that be by building Arx.
A thought for later. Such thoughts weren't beneficial to the task at hand. The noblewoman smiled faintly as she left the city with the others, taking a deep breath of the air outside of Arx. It was the same air, but for her...it held a tinge of excitement to it. She was finally getting out of that cramped manor and life of luxury and complacency. Certainly it was dangerous, but the most rewarding things in life often came with a little bit of danger.
So with a grin, she headed away from Arx - it could very well be the last time she saw it in this life time, but that was irrelevant.
~Later~
The forest air was...relaxing to say the least. It was her first time seeing a forest large as this. Certainly there were trees in the gardens, but a forest like this? It felt so very...tranquil. Peaceful and relaxing almost. Definitely a large contrast to the impossible and irritating nobility she had to deal with constantly within her own house. Hmm...she should build a retreat here once she returned to Arx...if she returned. She may just decide to take a few slaves and craftsmen and build a manor out here away from the city and never return.
A thought for later. Instead, she turned her thoughts to her newfound companions. She had remained silent for most of the journey, aside from greeting them in her usual fashion of introducing her name and house in the friendliest manner she could. She did hold no ill will towards the others, after all. As long as they remembered that she wasn't going to be ordered around like some slave or an idiot peasant wife.
For the most part, though, they seemed content to leave her alone. Which was well and good, though she did wish one of the boys had started flirting with her so she could have a bit of fun with them, but so far flirting was yet to be had. Tsk. Maybe they were just shy and she'd have to be the one to initiate it. There was a certain on giving her a rather...intense glare, after all. She might as well introduce herself a bit more...casually.
heh~
With her bow resting across her body, she walked calmly over to Lucanas. He was definitely troubled about something judging from that glare of his, but she couldn't know what. She could think of a few reasons, though, and only one of them actually sounded any fun to her. The rest were just troublesome annoyances.
"Why is your bow strung already? How long has it even been strung?"
However, she was interrupted before she could even approach him. A younger looking boy, at least younger than her anyways, spoke to her in a rather loud and somewhat rude and disrespectful tone. Hmph. He must not have heard who she was. That was alright then, she could understand that so she wouldn't allow herself to get too upset over it.
"It's only proper to always keep your bow in a safe and dry location, preferably within a soft wooden case inside of a tightly woven sack. Not to mention, if it is ever strung for long periods of time, it tends to weaken the limbs. By the appearance and style of the bow, and by which I mean it's craftsmanship is not familiar to me, I can tell that it is quite old. It appears like whoever have given you the bow had taken much better care of it than you."
Oh? He was telling her how to take care of her bow, was he? It was certainly an older bow, it was an heirloom after all. One she had been using since she was barely old enough to walk. She knew very well how to keep it and how to take care of it. It was an old weapon, and it could take a bit of abuse. Besides, his argument was logical if they weren't expecting trouble so she couldn't fault him for that either. However, they should always be expecting trouble outside the walls. That was just common sense. She'd have simply left it at that if he hadn't insulted her.
"Oh, my." she chuckled quietly. "You certainly do know how to take care of weaponry. A blacksmith or some sort of craftsman are you?" She mused offering Albin a small, but friendly smile. "Out here, we must always be alert, should we not? I would rather not spend precious seconds stringing a bow if we are suddenly ambushed by a creature. It would be rather careless to allow ourselves to be so...careless." She chuckled softly again, removing the bow from its resting place around her and held it in her hands.
"So thank you for your concern, but it is unneeded," She continued as she removed an arrow from one of her quivers. "Though...I suppose improper care could cause," A small smile formed on her lips as she knocked an arrow. "A rather unfortunate accident to happen during an ambush." Yes that was a subtle threat. Maybe he wouldn't catch it it didn't matter much. "Not that it's likely. This bow is an Heirloom of house Vicariis, and isn't some weapon that would fail due to someone having it strung for awhile." With that, she pulled the string back on the bow, aiming the arrow towards a nearby tree before releasing it. There was a quiet thump as the arrow buried itself deep into the tree's bark. She had elected to refrain from setting the arrow on fire - no need to start a forest fire out here.
"See? As good as it was when my ancestors wielded it. Probably better, even." She gave Albin another friendly smile, before a look of surprise washed over her as she realized she had forgot to introduce herself. "Oh, silly me. Where are my manners. I am Maria Vicariis, of house Vicariis. Let's hope something comes of this venture, shall we?" She said with a laugh. "I am quite looking forward to seeing what this expedition holds. What is your name, hmm?" | Name:
Maria Vicariis
"My, how rude asking a lady her age...hehe, though, I do like a person with a little...directness"
Age:
Appears in her early twenties. (What? A noblewoman never reveals her age~)
"Hoho, I am definitely female."
Gender:
Female
Class:
Noble, daughter of house Vicariis
Appearance:
Standing at a tall five foot nine, Maria has bright red hair that falls just below her shoulders and amber colored eyes. She wears a thick cloak, along with a lose dress. Her arms are covered with thin plates of armor, though it's not used for much protection. The cloak she wears is cloaked together with a bright red gem. She wears loose fitting, though easy to move in pants. A dress isn't exactly good for adventuring in. She is normally seen with her bow.
Personality:
On the surface, Maria appears to be a fairly friendly person. Amicable, jovial, and a little on the flirtatiously salacious side. She doesn't seem to take many things seriously. That said, as a noblewoman she is used to certain...luxuries and comforts. Most notably, servants and getting whatever she wants. Disobedience isn't something she is fond of, and while she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty, it'd be better if you offered to take care of it first if you want to get on her good side.
However, if one were to actually get to know her...well. Lets just say there is a slow boiling anger underneath that friendly exterior. It's not to evident at first, though those who pay attention will notice certain...quirks, she has when speaking to some people. Seems to have a particular hate of Heterochromatic slaves.
Backstory:
The supposed daughter of the well known House Vicariis, Maria has lived a more or less pampered life since birth. Taught in all manner of things such as literature, economics, and other academics, along with the skillful use of the bow. Her life was an easy one. Servants, slaves, and all manner of pampering was given to her. While she never exactly liked such things, she has more or less gotten used to it and has developed a certain expectation that others should do as she says.
However, she has become rather...jaded with the pampered lifestyle of the nobility. So, she is going on the next expedition to the tower whether the others approve of it or not. Not that they'd ever object - House Vicariis is quite powerful, and even if she's not the heir nor the head of the house, she has the political power to make the other people in the house cry like a little baby.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Bow of Ashes:
An Heirloom of House Vicariis, the bow is able to turn ordinary arrows into ones of fire that are able to burn pierce even the strongest of armored hides. It is said in the past, the bow was burned by a dragon but instead of being destroyed, it allowed for a child to slay it with a single, lucky, piercing blow to the beasts head.
Expert Marksman:
Maria has been trained since she was barely able to walk to wield a bow. Her eyesight is as good as bird of prey, and she can hit a mark from quite the distance.
Light as a feather:
Maria is very light on her feet, and is quite nimble allowing for some fairly impressive feats of agility. Couple that with her expert marksmanship, and it makes her a fairly fearsome fighter at mid to long range. Even close range, if she's careful.
First Aid training:
She has basic training in first aid, and can probably help stitch a wound back together if she has too.
Equipment:
- Bow of Ashes
- Armor plating that covers her arms and upper torso
- Several quiver full of arrows.
- A dagger, though is hardly ever used.
- bandages and other misc. first aid supplies.
-Favorite Food:
Surprisingly likes sweet things. |
52,506 | 1,422 | 3 | 821 | 1,017 | Before departure
To be on one's own certainly had some advances: Aside from gathering enough food, water and other supplies for a prolonged journey, there really was barely anything Kostya had to take care of. There was no estate that needed to be locked and no worries about a door possibly not being strong enough. No relatives that kept trying knocking one off course although one had already explained it to them a zillion times. No person that could spread rumours in one's absence - simply because noone was even aware of one's name. Noone that could really miss you and noone you could really miss. However what did slow him down was the circumstance that he had to borrow pretty much everything, always assuming a tacit agreement on an indefinite time until restitution. He was convinced that the most people he took it from wouldn't really miss anything as he preferred selecting the wealthier ones, if possible.
One last sleep on the streets behind the outer wall and he would've seen Arx the last time for long, probably forever. He certainly wouldn't feel the need for it.
Departure
Kostya's mood was on the ascending slope. To be able to see the growing distance between him and this hole-in-the-wall infested with aristocratic scoundrels whilst not yet being able to see all the dangers ahead of them did boost his morale. He felt free to have a look around and to inspect the other guys he was now travelling with. As far as he could tell by his almost nonexistant experience, there were two warriors around him. The red-haired woman apparently could count herself among the battle-tested ones as well, though she was another type. The last one... well he pretty much identified himself as he started talking so profoundly about weapons, craftmanship and how to do and not to do things.
Kostya didn't intervene as there appeared to be a slight dispute unfolding between Maria and Albin. Neither was he able to clearly hear every word, nor was he eager to be sucked into trouble. What the huge and moderately overweight man did however was carefully pulling the arrow out of the tree's bark. It would've been such a waste of precious resources... If that lady did want it back, she would have to come and ask. He wasn't the butler for other people's abundance. Not anymore.
He glanced at Meretrix, trying to find out what he could be thinking right at this moment. | Kostya Angelov
Appearance:
Kostya's body has been put to the test in the mines and one can clearly see that: He stands at 6"4' and has an impressive, muscular build, however he's put on some fat by excessive eating and drinking as well. His hair has the color of a somewhat faded red that it has in common with the dense beard covering most of his face. He often looks grim, but that's more of a 'default state' of his facial expression than purpose. He appears to be older than he actually is.
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Class:
Serf
Personality:
Kostya is chronically wary. Life's hard and with the wrong attitude it can get even a lot harder, so keep the things in your pockets, have a look around frequently and don't believe what people tell you but what you can actually see. However, he himself would probably be his own arch-enemy: He hates pretty much the entire economical system that allows a few lazy people to live their wasteful lives whilst a majority has to suffer for it. If there would ever be a serious uprising, he would probably join. He became very good at hiding these thoughts and pretending the obedient servant that has accepted his fate a long time ago.
Background:
The Angelov family is quite large, but unsuccessful to a full-scale extent. His mother had gave birth to no less than six children, the first four of them sharing the same father. He died too early to get to know the last two - Kostya and his brother. Not having any monetary reserves, all of them had to menial jobs. Kostya ultimately descended into serfom as he first believed that one would take at least a bit of care of him for not loosing a good worker. It was a misjudgement and it took him many years of his life to work his way out of the mines, though it wasn't the legal way. Having been rather isolated from society during this time, he has lost track of his siblings, and they, whereever they are today, don't seem to be too dedicated in finding him either. Since at least his youngest brother Sasha would be easily identifiable, he assumes that he's dead. What he wants now is to escape the city, since with so many people that could find out who he actually is and report him to the authorities, it has become almost as dangerous as the wilderness outside.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Bestial trait: As they were young childs, Kostya and Sasha once found a wounded Tak (a vicious flying creature that, despite being carnivorous, doesn't pose a serious threat to humans as it is too small). The two brothers in their childishness simply didn't know what kind of creature they were actually dealing with, but it was somewhat cute and allowed the two childs to approach as it was in a lethargic state. They cosseted it up and - returning to its original routine - it started biting them weakly and finally escaped. The two had collected the damaged and loosened fur of the creature's skin and put it into small metallic vials. They soon found out that as long as they carried them, they were granted some of the creature's speed. This is still true today, and though Kostya did slow down over the years as he became bigger, he can still move and fight at a surprising speed for his size.
Heavyweight: He isn't skilled in weapons, but in a brawl with bare hands he tends to be on the winning side. One can expect his attacks to hit really hard - if he hits that is.
Equipment:
Two-handed hammer: The shaft is thick and wooden, the head is made out of copper with a rather flat side and a pointed other one.
Dragonscale armor: One of the less expensive variants of body armor you can get, especially if you intend to pay flat out nothing for it.
Knife: Rather for common utility than for engaging enemies.
Tiny metallic jar filled with Tak fur, granting him his divine ability.
Rations and bedding.
Large supply of food and water. |
52,507 | 1,422 | 4 | 1,665 | 1,416 | Eadric Sophus
Before Departure
As Eadric Sophus threw back his second tankard of ale in as many hours, he came to a realization. He was bored. While some spent their whole lives avoiding danger, Eadric spent his actively seeking it out. Not for fame or riches, but for the thrill he got when he was being chased by a pack of direwolves or crossing swords with highwaymen. He was a bastard, forsaken by the house of Iterus and forced into a life of constant danger. Eadric couldn’t help but feel extremely glad his father had visited a brothel nineteen years ago, had he been trueborn, he’d likely never have stepped foot outside of the walls. Eadric didn’t understand how the nobles spent their whole lives in courts, seeking power. Eadric had no qualms about living pay-to-pay guarding trade caravans, so long as he had fun doing it.
All this reflecting aside, Eadric had a problem. He was bored, out of coin, and there were no caravans leaving soon. He drunkenly announced these problems to the bartender, who told him of an expedition outside the walls, to reclaim tower mechanisms. Eadric wasted no time volunteering, heart alight with excitement.
After
Eadric double-checked his armor. Reckless he may be, idiot he was not. He knew that his skills and experience alone wouldn’t suffice here. All his gear would need to be in pristine condition if he were to survive this. He took out his sword, absentmindedly polishing it as he eyed his companions.
A warrior, clad in full dragonscale armor. The grey coloring made the scales look almost like steel. He self-consciously eyed his own emerald-color dragonscales, which covered only his torso, shins, and forearms. The warrior also had a great-axe that Eadric doubted he could even swing without collapsing under its weight, and a bastard sword, like his own.
Maria Vicariis, of the noble house Vicariis. Eadric was glad the woman had not yet noticed him, for she would no doubt recognize him. Erebus Iterus’s bastard was well-known among nobles. It was not his wish to be mocked tonight, not when he had such a promising adventure ahead. He paid her no more attention, he already knew of Maria.
As he eyed the others, he began to observe less and less. He knew of de Fabrica, the blacksmith with the special polishing substance, but the rest were unfamiliar to him. He glanced over them casually until his eyes fell upon another woman. Her heterochromia led her to believe she was a slave. He wasn’t exactly sure if there were people with different-colored eyes who weren’t slaves. Something about her intrigued him, though he wasn’t exactly sure what that was. He walked towards her and sheathed his sword on his back. He extended a hand and spoke.
”Eadric Sophus, adventurer.” He smiled crookedly. ”How do you do?” | Name:
Eadric Sophus
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Class:
Adventurer, (Bastard of the Noble house Iterus )
Appearance:
Eadric is young looking for his age, with a boyish, naive face and bright eyes. His hair is longer, with an unruly strand sticking out in front. He stands at 5’ 10”, and is quite slender. While he isn’t a mountain of a man, he does have an athletic build. When not in armor, Eadric tends to dress more formally than required.
Personality:
Eadric grew up fast, yet he never lost a child-like sense of wonder. Eadric wants only to see as much of the world as possible, and finds the world to be a beautiful place. Despite knowing first hand the cruelty of most of mankind, he sees the best in everyone he meets. Some may call him an optimist. Most would call him a naive fool. Eadric is social, perhaps too talkative. His words are chosen carefully, however, and Eadric is a skilled mediator and communicator.
Backstory:
Eadric was born to a whore and the noble Erebus Iterus. Iterus found out about the pregnancy too late to abort, and to his chagrin the child came out the spitting image of him. Knowing he could not deny that the boy was his, he shamefully acknowledged him and raised him as one of his sons. Eadric lived an almost normal noble life, until his father died. His oldest brother, trueborn of Erebus and his wife, kicked Eadric out of the estate and forced him to take a new name. Eadric shed the Iterus name and took the surname of the bastards in Iteran territory, Sophus. Left with nothing but one of his father’s undesired swords and the clothes on his back, he used his skills to make money guiding trade caravans through the wilderness.
Eadric has lived a fairly maintainable life since then, making a name for himself locally as a skilled adventurer. Eadric wanted more than a life spent guiding caravans, and so he spent his money on armor and supplies and took to the road. He’s just returned from that long journey, but he’s itching to travel again.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Swordsman: Knowing that a bastard was not entitled to a comfortable life in the Iteran estate, Eadric spent a good portion of his life training with a sword. He is especially skilled with his sword, Serpentis. Eadric’s style is intended for monsters and beasts, not other armed men. As a result, Eadric can easily slay a mighty beast, but would likely be defeated by any slightly-above-average swordsman.
Barterer: Being poor most of his life, Eadric became quite skilled at bartering. It is said that he acquired his armor at a quarter of the selling price.
Adventurer’s eye: Eadric has become quite skilled at identifying monsters and beasts, as well as being able to navigate quite skillfully. His primary source of income is trade caravans who hire him to lead them through the wilds between cities.
People Person: Eadric is charismatic and exceptionally skilled at communicating and reading body language.
Equipment:
Serpentis:Fittingly enough, Serpentis is a “hand-and-a-half” sword, often called a “bastard sword”. Heavier and longer than a longsword, but shorter and lighter than a greatsword, Serpentis can be wielded with either one or two hands, dependent on the situation. It is forged of steel and dyed a pale green color. It was the only thing he inherited from his father, and the nicest thing he owns.
Adventurer’s Armor: The armor worn by Eadric is simple tanned leather, not capable of stopping more than a dagger slash or a weak arrow. However, the chest, forearms, and shins of the armor are covered in a layer of dragon scales. While this gives him significantly more maneuverability than a solid dragonscale plate would, it leaves him vulnerable in the unarmored areas.
A copper knife:Exactly what it says on the tin. Rarely used as a weapon, the cheap, yet solid, copper knife is for cutting things (like food or fabric) that Serpentis is too unwieldy for.
Adventurer’s bag: A well-crafted leather satchel with the Iteran Serpent stitched into the side. It holds the odds and ends that Eadric might carry, like money, food, clothes, and other mundane things. |
52,508 | 1,422 | 5 | 1,910 | 1,968 | Lucanas Meretrix
Apparently another decided to occupy themselves with the noblewoman, berating her for keeping the bow strung. A small grin slid across the warrior's face before he could stop himself, and so he turned away from the two in order to hide his face and observed the hammer wielding Kostya. He could deal with the woman later, but this was a good time to learn about the party.
The hammerman had picked up the arrow, walking away with it as if he owned it. If he wasn't nobility, that would probably anger or please the entitled woman, depending on how he played it. Either way, it was time to start another conversation now that they were walking alongside each other.
"What do you seek to do with that ammunition? Claim it as your own? A secondary dagger, perhaps?" Perhaps if one was desperate, they could try and use an arrow as a impromptu dagger. Wasn't the wisest of ideas, but he could always claim he found the item in the woods and had no clue as to it's origins. | Lucanus Meretrix
Appearance:
Standing taller than most men at six fleet flat, his muscular build gives the appearance of a warrior. A glance at his face reveals an unkempt dark gray beard along with green eyes that reveal either kindness or ambition depending on the moment.
An older set of gray dragon scale armor adorns his body, a white surcoat with the cross of Arx being thrown over the armor. The only distinguishing accessory from any other warrior is a copper necklace holding a pendant of a bronze double headed eagle.
Age:
Twenty One
Gender:
Male
Class:
Formally Serf, now Warrior class.
Personality:
While he prefers kindness over pain, Lucanas is ambitious. Hypocritical in the sense that he believes in tradition when it benefits him and ignores him when they don't, life is an attempt to claw your way to the top in a world still surrounded by wilderness. Having lived at the bottom rungs of society though, he does have some sympathy for those beneath him, and has a strange sense of honor and loyalty that won't allow him to betray a true friend or cause unnecessary suffering in another.
Backstory:
The son of a whore, Lucanus lived in the slums of Arx off the meager income his mother's occupation provided. Eventually a job with a noble from Vicariis went wrong, and she was left mortally wounded on the streets. Handing her son a necklace, she told him that she would always watch over him, and that he should strive to live a better life.
Eventually the seven year old was picked up by the local guards, and after realizing his status as an orphan trained him to quest for a tower. Sworn into celibacy to avoid attachments to anything but his mission, he trained and exercised constantly in an effort to survive the brutal countryside.
For the past few years as his training has come towards an end, the warrior has lived a life of relative comfort outside of a few unfortunate incidents where local beasts have pressed against the walls.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Eagle's Eyes: Unsure how it's power was gained, when wearing the necklace the warrior finds his senses are enhanced before something happens, making it nearly impossible to genuinely surprise him from the shadows.
Knightly Training: Going through a lifetime of training for slaying great beasts and patrolling the streets have lead Lucanus to learning how to fight with melee weapons better than the vast majority of the population, preferring to wield hand and a half or two handed weapons.
Equipment:
Gray Dragonscale Armor: Lighter, less expensive, and more comfortable than steel plate, Lucanas has preferred this type of armor since it would be more convenient to wear when expected to travel.
Great Axe: An axe on one side, a hammer at the other, and a spear tip at the end make this an ideal all purpose weapon for slaying larger beasts.
Bastard Sword: A sword that can be wielded with either one hand or two, this sword is the middle ground between a broadsword and the large great axes.
Rope And Weapon Maintenance Kit
A sack filled with Rations and bedding
A leather canteen for Water
Double Headed Eagle Necklace |
52,509 | 1,422 | 6 | 821 | 1,017 | Kostya was a bit surprised. Apparently Meretrix had noticed his glance. For seconds, he wasn't sure if the warrior was trying to mock at his action a bit or not. So for seconds he wasn't sure if he should reply something like 'wait until that woman upfront there runs out of ammunition in front of a dragon and then hand her that very last arrow she wasted weeks before with the most sardonic grin I can produce in my face and a ready to sign contract to transfer me all of her property in the other hand' or a far more friendly 'Can't stand this kind of totally unnecessary wastefulness. I'll return it to her if she asks for it.'.
He ultimately decided for the latter option and added "I don't know how to handle daggers. So that would make no sense to be honest." He turned the arrow around and put his finger on the top of it. That was sharp... However that shaft would probably be too fragile for the thing to be used as a melee weapon for long. | Kostya Angelov
Appearance:
Kostya's body has been put to the test in the mines and one can clearly see that: He stands at 6"4' and has an impressive, muscular build, however he's put on some fat by excessive eating and drinking as well. His hair has the color of a somewhat faded red that it has in common with the dense beard covering most of his face. He often looks grim, but that's more of a 'default state' of his facial expression than purpose. He appears to be older than he actually is.
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Class:
Serf
Personality:
Kostya is chronically wary. Life's hard and with the wrong attitude it can get even a lot harder, so keep the things in your pockets, have a look around frequently and don't believe what people tell you but what you can actually see. However, he himself would probably be his own arch-enemy: He hates pretty much the entire economical system that allows a few lazy people to live their wasteful lives whilst a majority has to suffer for it. If there would ever be a serious uprising, he would probably join. He became very good at hiding these thoughts and pretending the obedient servant that has accepted his fate a long time ago.
Background:
The Angelov family is quite large, but unsuccessful to a full-scale extent. His mother had gave birth to no less than six children, the first four of them sharing the same father. He died too early to get to know the last two - Kostya and his brother. Not having any monetary reserves, all of them had to menial jobs. Kostya ultimately descended into serfom as he first believed that one would take at least a bit of care of him for not loosing a good worker. It was a misjudgement and it took him many years of his life to work his way out of the mines, though it wasn't the legal way. Having been rather isolated from society during this time, he has lost track of his siblings, and they, whereever they are today, don't seem to be too dedicated in finding him either. Since at least his youngest brother Sasha would be easily identifiable, he assumes that he's dead. What he wants now is to escape the city, since with so many people that could find out who he actually is and report him to the authorities, it has become almost as dangerous as the wilderness outside.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Bestial trait: As they were young childs, Kostya and Sasha once found a wounded Tak (a vicious flying creature that, despite being carnivorous, doesn't pose a serious threat to humans as it is too small). The two brothers in their childishness simply didn't know what kind of creature they were actually dealing with, but it was somewhat cute and allowed the two childs to approach as it was in a lethargic state. They cosseted it up and - returning to its original routine - it started biting them weakly and finally escaped. The two had collected the damaged and loosened fur of the creature's skin and put it into small metallic vials. They soon found out that as long as they carried them, they were granted some of the creature's speed. This is still true today, and though Kostya did slow down over the years as he became bigger, he can still move and fight at a surprising speed for his size.
Heavyweight: He isn't skilled in weapons, but in a brawl with bare hands he tends to be on the winning side. One can expect his attacks to hit really hard - if he hits that is.
Equipment:
Two-handed hammer: The shaft is thick and wooden, the head is made out of copper with a rather flat side and a pointed other one.
Dragonscale armor: One of the less expensive variants of body armor you can get, especially if you intend to pay flat out nothing for it.
Knife: Rather for common utility than for engaging enemies.
Tiny metallic jar filled with Tak fur, granting him his divine ability.
Rations and bedding.
Large supply of food and water. |
52,510 | 1,422 | 7 | 1,773 | 49 | Albin listened to what Maria had to say.
"You certainly do know how to take care of weaponry. A blacksmith or some sort of craftsman are you?"
Before Albin could open his mouth to speak, the woman spoke more.
"Out here, we must always be alert, should we not? I would rather not spend precious seconds stringing a bow if we are suddenly ambushed by a creature. It would be rather careless to allow ourselves to be so...careless. So thank you for your concern, but it is unneeded. Though...I suppose improper care could cause, rather unfortunate accident to happen during an ambush."
Albin agreed with this woman's reasoning, resulting in a slight nod from him. However, the part that he paid the most attention to was the part about improper care. Albin remembered the one time he tried to make a bow completely on his own. It snapped while he pulled on the string for the first time, hitting himself in the forehead quite hard.
"Not that it's likely. This bow is an Heirloom of house Vicariis, and isn't some weapon that would fail due to someone having it strung for awhile."
Albin thought more about heirlooms. Some nobles would occasionally bring old equipment in for minor repairs and cleaning, if they did not have someone trustworthy to do it. The heirlooms tended to be oddities, really. Worthless, ancient materials (save for the steel weaponry), but somehow better than what they had.
He watched as she nocked an arrow and fired it at the tree.
"See? As good as it was when my ancestors wielded it. Probably better, even. Oh, silly me. Where are my manners. I am Maria Vicariis, of house Vicariis. Let's hope something comes of this venture, shall we? I am quite looking forward to seeing what this expedition holds. What is your name, hmm?"
Albin began to speak. "I am Albin de Fabrica. Not a literal son of a forge, mind you. Though, it also means craftsmanship, and I most likely come from a line of craftsmen, however, that doesn't matter and I digress," he said, "I have no such idea what house Vicariis is, but that might come more from my focus on metalworking and not people."
He smiled as an idea came to his mind. As he recalled, the woman fired the arrow into the tree. Albin would do the same. However, he did not carry a bow with him (not like he knew how to use one) nor did he have arrows. He settled on the next best thing. He closed his eyes and swung around, facing the tree the woman shot at. With one fell motion, he drew his blade, and in the middle of his swing, let go of the blade.
The blade spun around and around. Albin opened his eyes. Oh. There was someone there, picking up the arrow. Albin flinched back; he messed up. As Albin turned away for one brief moment, he heard a solid thunk. He opened one eye slowly. His sword, luckily, had completely missed the man and hit the trunk of the tree instead. Albin turned back to face Maria. "Easy." Albin said. He then coughed and did not acknowledge the fact that he almost gave one of his future companions a budget lobotomy. | Name:
Albin de Fabrica
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Class:
Merchant and Craftsman
(Just a note here, I find it weird how there's no middle class here. I don't really feel as Albin can fit into any one of the the slots, as he's not noble, nor is he a warrior. Serfs also rent land, so that's a no-no.)
Appearance:
Albin appears as most his age; young, unscarred, and normal. His most notable feature is his hair, which is an extraordinary shade of blonde that fades into a teal. Though, it is not natural. He accidentally bleached his hair while trying to create a polish for his blade. He stands at 5'9" tall and is of a slender build. His eyes are hazel, causing them to be more of a yellow colour, if anything. He tends not to wear armour, as his greatest asset is how fast he can run away. His clothing consists of anything warm and comfortable.
Personality:
Albin tends to be rather impulsive. Because of this, his emotions tend to change on a whim. Not like he was actually feeling the emotions that he acts out; he thinks it's more about getting his point across.
His interests really only include craftsmanship and metals. He wants to uncover the secrets of metal, especially steel. He's rather one-track minded in this aspect; he's usually more interested in proper care of weaponry than actually using the weapons themselves. He also tends to be absent-minded and oblivious at times, being unable to see or understand any minute details one may show.
Backstory:
Albin never quite knew his father, nor his mother. He never had the opportunity of meeting them. Or, at least, remembering meeting them. Albin was raised by the various craftsmen and their families . In return, he helped them with whatever they needed, such as helping on the forge, making weaponry for soldiers, fixing armour, and any other odd jobs a young boy could do. As such, the craftsmen gave him the name of de Forgia, as to show his upbringing by the community.
As he grew up, he slowly became more and more bored with the standard process of blacksmithing and creating craftworks. Copper was pretty much the only metal usable for the average smith. He became more and more interested in the properties of copper. However, his research within the walls had only gotten so far. He began to desire to leave the walls to create the strongest metal. Or, at least try to prove his half-cocked theories true.
On Albin's 16th birthday, began his plan. Using the various gifts given to him by other craftsmen, he worked on his sword. After a year and multiple failed attempts later, he made a workable sword. Though, it was rather curved. Still, it was a nice sword. One of the smiths managed to get a small amount of steel, to which Albin's heart began to pound. Whatever the metal was, he really liked it. He managed to stick it on the back end of his sword, helping it's durability significantly.
For the next year, Albin trained his combat skill. However, the curved blade didn't really work for any standard sword fighting strategy. He instead chose to draw the sword as fast as he could. The curved blade helped it and Albin decided that drawing the sword would be the one thing that he focused on.
After another year, Albin could strike fast by drawing the blade and attacking at the same time. Not quite the best strategy, but still useful. However, after all this training, the blade of the sword turned out to be quite dull and not as lustrous as it used to be. The next month or so was experimenting with various ways to clean the blade. Albin managed to create a nice substance to polish up his blade (after he repaired it, of course). While putting the mixture away, it managed to fall directly on his head.
When he had awoken, his scalp had been mildly burned, and his hair turned a strange colour. Albin didn't quite care, though. He thought he looked pretty nice. All trained up, he was ready for the adventure to find new metals.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
The Heart of Dragons
Albin has a sixth sense. Whenever he comes close to rare metals of any type, his heart rate begins to quicken. Additionally, he can turn a palm-sized rock into a flake of steel and a lot of dust by pressing his hands on it as hard as he can. Not that that's useful, anyways. It's much more of a parlour trick, if anything.
Craftsman
Due to his upbringing, Albin can repair various tools while inside of the dungeon. He also has an extensive knowledge of proper care for weaponry, armour, and tools. He also has a wide general knowledge on herbs, rocks, and metals.
The Drawing Sword
Due to Albin training only one specific skill in case he needed the ability to fight, he learned how to draw his sword extremely fast while striking at the same time. While this skill is extremely neat looking and strong to start a fight with, he really can't do anything else after drawing his sword.
Good Runner
Albin's second form of fighting; which is coincidentally fleeing. He can run faster than most, which is all that matters (especially in bear attacks).
Equipment:
Albin's Blade
The first good quality blade that Albin created. It is curved and only has one edge that can cut. This allows it to be drawn and swung much easier. Though, it is much more fragile and smaller than normal swords. Made out of mostly copper with a strip of steel across the flat edge, allowing it to not break instantly. Comes with a very ornate sheathe that looks lovely.
Albin's Clothes
They look nice and are warm and comfy. That's about it.
Craftsman's Gear
A belt containing a small and extremely tough hooked knife, a durable hammer, an extremely long length of bowstring, brick and mortar, and other small craftsman tools.
Favourite Food:
Oily bread with lots of herbs in it; an extremely rare treat that is just right. |
52,511 | 1,422 | 8 | 2,614 | 1,890 | Aisha Demir
Before Departure Escape
She didn't know where anyone was anymore. The guards had grabbed a few of her fellow slaves, and she was outpacing the others last she knew. She kept going, not looking back, not letting herself slow down. She'd already started, and if she stopped trying now... she suppressed a shiver as she kept running. The last wall wasn't far.
She could see the gate now, and the group beginning to leave. It was now or never. She tried to put on one last burst of speed, but a hand suddenly grabbing her shoulder held her back. "Not for long." She barely spoke the words before looking the guard in the eye, and his grip on her faltered for an instant.
She almost darted away immediately, but instinct held her back now. Her eyes darted to the knife at the man's hip, and in a second she held it in her hands, running again as the guard snapped out of his momentary daze. The gates were almost closed when she got there, slipping through at the last instant.
Present Time
She caught her breath as her pace slowed to a quick walk. She'd caught up to the group now, and hid the knife in the pocket of the cloak she'd managed to steal before starting the escape. Now she glanced behind her at the wall of the city, wondering what would become of the others. She had hoped they would all make it, but apparently that's too much for the world to allow.
She shook her head slightly and faced forward, banishing any other thoughts of regret. She was here now, she'd succeeded. That's all that really mattered.
The group around her was uninteresting to say the least. Adventurers and warriors and... one noble woman. Aisha recognised her slightly, although couldn't remember this woman's name. She kept her eyes on the 'path' and the plant life around them as they walked, hoping to keep herself as invisible as possible.
And of course she couldn't do that, because now someone was walking up to her. She put a well-practiced smile on her face as he held out his hand and spoke to her. She didn't take his hand, instead clasping the both of hers behind her back as she spoke. "Pleased to meet you Mr. S-” She cut herself off and continued quickly. She would not be so meek and proper here. "Eadric. I'm fine, considering the situation. We've just embarked on a very important new part of our lives -perhaps even our last- and yet the Earth blesses us with these."
She bent down to pick one of the flowers she had spotted, a harmless plant, one she'd seen growing in many gardens and flower-pots in the noble's homes back in the city. "I don't remember what they are called, but they are a sign of good fortune." After walking a moment more, she realized that she hadn't returned his introduction. Moving as if to give the yellow flower to him, she spoke smoothly, a lilt in her voice. "My name is Aisha Demir, a former slave." | Name:
Aisha Demir
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Class:
Slave
Appearance:
Her left eye is yellow-gold, her right is sky blue. She has hip-length dark red hair, and her skin is slightly tanned. She stands at about 5 feet, 4 inches tall and has a slight but muscular build. She often wears her hair in a messy ponytail to keep it out of her face as she works, and her clothing is made up of whatever her master decided to give her, usually a simple dirt-brown dress, though they would have her dress up on occasion.
Personality:
The world is a cruel place, but that doesn't mean we cant be happy, that we can't give everything our all. Aisha has a 'glass half full' outlook on her life, she sees the bad in her own life and sees how much worse others have it, deciding to live as happily as she can, to savor each breath she takes. She smiles to spite her master for his cruelty, and smiles even when she is punished for it. They can take our bodies, they can take our lives, but they cannot crush our sprit so long as we do not let them.
Backstory:
Aisha never knew her mother, she was taken away from her before she was old enough to remember. She grew up in the service of a past warrior, one who had succeeded in bringing back some treasure from a tower, and learned from the other slaves there that her survival depended on her own will. She stayed under the radar mostly, until she got old enough to be considered pretty. Then there was no hiding.
She was given as a gift to a noble family, and there she barely survived day to day, narrowly escaping from most of the men who stalked her like predators around the house, and taking constant punishment for things that she had not done, taking the blame for these things from the younger slaves to try and grant them some form of protection in this harsh world.
One night, she heard a commotion, and when she went to investigate found a few of her fellow slaves planning an escape. They let her in on the plan, and within a few days carried it out. Unfortunately, most of them were caught almost immediately, and Aisha just kept running, unable to risk stopping for even a moment. She managed to get past the gates, the guards not willing to follow her beyond the city's walls. She kept running until she had to stop, resting but not sleeping for fear of the beasts that could find her. She didn't know where she would go, she only hoped that she could get somewhere safe outside of the city and live the rest of her life in peace.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Knowledge of flora and fauna
While she may not be good at fighting, she does have enough know-how to survive in the wild, so long as no beast kills her. She knows what is poison, what is harmless, and what flowers will knock a full grown man on his back with just one whiff of pollen.
Anamalese
One item she can call her own is a simple necklace, a leather cord tied around a seemingly worthless stone. She knows it used to belong to her mother, and when she wears it she feels a connection to any form of animal life around her, even being able to "speak" to them and alter their perception of her and current memory, causing them to forget what they're doing at times.
Memory and Pattern Recognition
She has an extremely good memory. Never forgets a face, a tune, a name, or a pattern. (patterns in the way people act and their habits, and patterns that have to do with puzzles)
Survival Instinct
She's good at getting out of bad situations quickly.
Equipment:
Nothing but the clothes she wears, a knife she'd stolen, and her necklace. |
52,512 | 1,422 | 9 | 2,033 | 9,341 | "I am Albin de Fabrica. Not a literal son of a forge, mind you. Though, it also means craftsmanship, and I most likely come from a line of craftsmen, however, that doesn't matter and I digress," he said, "I have no such idea what house Vicariis is, but that might come more from my focus on metalworking and not people."
This fool didn't know who house Vicariis was? He must have been living under a literal rock to not know such a thing. Well, no matter. She doubted that title would hold much weight to the people out here anyways, not at the moment. She'd just have to make them respect her. Either through hard work and charisma, or fear. Not that it mattered at the moment. She'd have these silly boys at her command in no time. Men were so simple minded, after all.
She watched Albin do something...well, fairly reckless. She couldn't help but to laugh at it, however, even if he had nearly taken off the head of one of their companions.
"My! Certainly confident aren't you." She raucously laughed, moving a bit closer to Albin. "Confidence is good...I like confidence." She offered a smile as she approached. "But save heroics and confidence for when we need them...what would you do if we suddenly found ourselves attacked by a beast, hmm? I suppose it'd be humorous to see you try and beat the thing with your bear hands, but I'd prefer you not die." With that, she walked past him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder as she did so.
"At any rate, we should probably stop fooling around-" Her ears caught the sound of another speaking some distance away. Normally she wouldn't care all that much...if it wasn't for the last part of the woman's sentence. She stopped speaking only for a moment, eyes narrowing at the slave girl, lips curling into a slight frown. What was that...thing doing here? A 'Former Slave'...please. There was no such thing. She realized though, she was staring rather...harshly at the slave though and quickly corrected herself as she turned her attentions back to Albin, also realizing she still hand her hand on his shoulder.
Whoops~
"- Stop fooling around and make progress, hmm? Though, I wouldn't mind...fooling around a bit more when we make camp." She left the meaning of that sentence up to his imagination and left him standing there. She'd retrieve her arrow later. For now, she simply wished to observe the group again for now. | Name:
Maria Vicariis
"My, how rude asking a lady her age...hehe, though, I do like a person with a little...directness"
Age:
Appears in her early twenties. (What? A noblewoman never reveals her age~)
"Hoho, I am definitely female."
Gender:
Female
Class:
Noble, daughter of house Vicariis
Appearance:
Standing at a tall five foot nine, Maria has bright red hair that falls just below her shoulders and amber colored eyes. She wears a thick cloak, along with a lose dress. Her arms are covered with thin plates of armor, though it's not used for much protection. The cloak she wears is cloaked together with a bright red gem. She wears loose fitting, though easy to move in pants. A dress isn't exactly good for adventuring in. She is normally seen with her bow.
Personality:
On the surface, Maria appears to be a fairly friendly person. Amicable, jovial, and a little on the flirtatiously salacious side. She doesn't seem to take many things seriously. That said, as a noblewoman she is used to certain...luxuries and comforts. Most notably, servants and getting whatever she wants. Disobedience isn't something she is fond of, and while she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty, it'd be better if you offered to take care of it first if you want to get on her good side.
However, if one were to actually get to know her...well. Lets just say there is a slow boiling anger underneath that friendly exterior. It's not to evident at first, though those who pay attention will notice certain...quirks, she has when speaking to some people. Seems to have a particular hate of Heterochromatic slaves.
Backstory:
The supposed daughter of the well known House Vicariis, Maria has lived a more or less pampered life since birth. Taught in all manner of things such as literature, economics, and other academics, along with the skillful use of the bow. Her life was an easy one. Servants, slaves, and all manner of pampering was given to her. While she never exactly liked such things, she has more or less gotten used to it and has developed a certain expectation that others should do as she says.
However, she has become rather...jaded with the pampered lifestyle of the nobility. So, she is going on the next expedition to the tower whether the others approve of it or not. Not that they'd ever object - House Vicariis is quite powerful, and even if she's not the heir nor the head of the house, she has the political power to make the other people in the house cry like a little baby.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Bow of Ashes:
An Heirloom of House Vicariis, the bow is able to turn ordinary arrows into ones of fire that are able to burn pierce even the strongest of armored hides. It is said in the past, the bow was burned by a dragon but instead of being destroyed, it allowed for a child to slay it with a single, lucky, piercing blow to the beasts head.
Expert Marksman:
Maria has been trained since she was barely able to walk to wield a bow. Her eyesight is as good as bird of prey, and she can hit a mark from quite the distance.
Light as a feather:
Maria is very light on her feet, and is quite nimble allowing for some fairly impressive feats of agility. Couple that with her expert marksmanship, and it makes her a fairly fearsome fighter at mid to long range. Even close range, if she's careful.
First Aid training:
She has basic training in first aid, and can probably help stitch a wound back together if she has too.
Equipment:
- Bow of Ashes
- Armor plating that covers her arms and upper torso
- Several quiver full of arrows.
- A dagger, though is hardly ever used.
- bandages and other misc. first aid supplies.
-Favorite Food:
Surprisingly likes sweet things. |
52,513 | 1,422 | 10 | 1,910 | 1,968 | Lucanas Meretrix
When Kostya responded that he lacked knowledge in the usage of a dagger Meretrix simply nodded. That confirmed the background of the hammerman as a serf who happened to luckily find dragon scale.
"Is it safe for me to assume that you have minimal training in combat? If that is a problem, perhaps we can start sparring by the campfire? I'm sure I can give you some pointers."
Before he could start a lecture however, a cheerful feminine voice popped up in the background. Aisha apparently felt that leaving the city made her free. There were two reasons Lucanas believed that was false.
Firstly, it was extremely obvious she had escaped. The slave didn't have nearly enough gear to suggest she had been prepared for this sort of trip. Secondly, it was in her blood to live a life of submission. Lucanas would consider her free the moment her eyes decided on a single choice.
The servant would make for good company later on the trip when he needed it, and would be a good start for populating his household later. Even if she had been freed, it would be expected for her to carry her weight both literally and metaphorically.
The warrior raised a finger to Kostya requesting a pause in their discussion. He intended to put this girl back in her place, and started heading over to her with a stern look in his eyes.
"You. Over here - NOW!" As he spoke his words went from a firm commanding tone to a loud panicked one. The great axe was suddenly in his hands, the warrior maneuvering himself in between the pair of them and his foe with the precious time he had left, raising his axe to strike.
A massive grey wolf was sprinting towards Eadric and the slave, mouth hanging open, teeth sharp, tongue halfway out as if overly eager to taste their flesh ... and proceeded to jump over all three of them and run away from the party as if they hadn't been there. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous and sweating a little, but a lifetime of training kicked in.
"Everybody stay calm. Nobodies injured." | Lucanus Meretrix
Appearance:
Standing taller than most men at six fleet flat, his muscular build gives the appearance of a warrior. A glance at his face reveals an unkempt dark gray beard along with green eyes that reveal either kindness or ambition depending on the moment.
An older set of gray dragon scale armor adorns his body, a white surcoat with the cross of Arx being thrown over the armor. The only distinguishing accessory from any other warrior is a copper necklace holding a pendant of a bronze double headed eagle.
Age:
Twenty One
Gender:
Male
Class:
Formally Serf, now Warrior class.
Personality:
While he prefers kindness over pain, Lucanas is ambitious. Hypocritical in the sense that he believes in tradition when it benefits him and ignores him when they don't, life is an attempt to claw your way to the top in a world still surrounded by wilderness. Having lived at the bottom rungs of society though, he does have some sympathy for those beneath him, and has a strange sense of honor and loyalty that won't allow him to betray a true friend or cause unnecessary suffering in another.
Backstory:
The son of a whore, Lucanus lived in the slums of Arx off the meager income his mother's occupation provided. Eventually a job with a noble from Vicariis went wrong, and she was left mortally wounded on the streets. Handing her son a necklace, she told him that she would always watch over him, and that he should strive to live a better life.
Eventually the seven year old was picked up by the local guards, and after realizing his status as an orphan trained him to quest for a tower. Sworn into celibacy to avoid attachments to anything but his mission, he trained and exercised constantly in an effort to survive the brutal countryside.
For the past few years as his training has come towards an end, the warrior has lived a life of relative comfort outside of a few unfortunate incidents where local beasts have pressed against the walls.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Eagle's Eyes: Unsure how it's power was gained, when wearing the necklace the warrior finds his senses are enhanced before something happens, making it nearly impossible to genuinely surprise him from the shadows.
Knightly Training: Going through a lifetime of training for slaying great beasts and patrolling the streets have lead Lucanus to learning how to fight with melee weapons better than the vast majority of the population, preferring to wield hand and a half or two handed weapons.
Equipment:
Gray Dragonscale Armor: Lighter, less expensive, and more comfortable than steel plate, Lucanas has preferred this type of armor since it would be more convenient to wear when expected to travel.
Great Axe: An axe on one side, a hammer at the other, and a spear tip at the end make this an ideal all purpose weapon for slaying larger beasts.
Bastard Sword: A sword that can be wielded with either one hand or two, this sword is the middle ground between a broadsword and the large great axes.
Rope And Weapon Maintenance Kit
A sack filled with Rations and bedding
A leather canteen for Water
Double Headed Eagle Necklace |
52,514 | 1,422 | 11 | 1,665 | 1,416 | Eadric Sophus
Eadric jumped a bit more than he would have liked at the wolf. It may have just been a Grey Wolf, a dwarf next to some of the Direwolves he’d seen, but it had startled him all the same. As the wolf ran away, Eadric’s mind returned to what was going on as the warrior saw the Wolf. He had been telling Aisha, the former slave, to come to him.
Damn the fool girl! he thought. If she had just worn an eyepatch, lied about what she was. He sighed. He was going to have to take her side. He had always taken a liking to the underdog, more fun that way. This might just get him killed though. He couldn’t beat any of them in a duel, and there were no guards coming to his rescue if he did something rash.
”Friends. That wolf was small compared to what we will face. Deeper inwards, we’ll face Direwolves twice the size and likely bigger. We must be more observant if we are to survive this trek.” He took a deep breath. ”I’ve seen caravans across the Kingsroad twice this size forced to turn back. As you know, there is no turning back for us. We will need all the manpower we can get.” He made a pointed look at Vicariis. ”We may not all be high-born, like our...esteemed Ms. Vicariis.” He tried to mask the contempt in his voice. ”My point is thus. Smith or Noble. Bastard,” he gestured to himself. ”or warrior. Slave or base-born. It makes no difference to the wolves. Our dear Aisha may very well have been a slave in the city, and if it pleases you, she can be a slave upon our return. Out here, however, she is a comrade. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He was proud of the speech, despite the inevitable repercussions. He decided that since he’d already dug his grave, he may as well jump in. He leaned in towards the warrior and whispered. ”I trust that I am understood, warrior?” | Name:
Eadric Sophus
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Class:
Adventurer, (Bastard of the Noble house Iterus )
Appearance:
Eadric is young looking for his age, with a boyish, naive face and bright eyes. His hair is longer, with an unruly strand sticking out in front. He stands at 5’ 10”, and is quite slender. While he isn’t a mountain of a man, he does have an athletic build. When not in armor, Eadric tends to dress more formally than required.
Personality:
Eadric grew up fast, yet he never lost a child-like sense of wonder. Eadric wants only to see as much of the world as possible, and finds the world to be a beautiful place. Despite knowing first hand the cruelty of most of mankind, he sees the best in everyone he meets. Some may call him an optimist. Most would call him a naive fool. Eadric is social, perhaps too talkative. His words are chosen carefully, however, and Eadric is a skilled mediator and communicator.
Backstory:
Eadric was born to a whore and the noble Erebus Iterus. Iterus found out about the pregnancy too late to abort, and to his chagrin the child came out the spitting image of him. Knowing he could not deny that the boy was his, he shamefully acknowledged him and raised him as one of his sons. Eadric lived an almost normal noble life, until his father died. His oldest brother, trueborn of Erebus and his wife, kicked Eadric out of the estate and forced him to take a new name. Eadric shed the Iterus name and took the surname of the bastards in Iteran territory, Sophus. Left with nothing but one of his father’s undesired swords and the clothes on his back, he used his skills to make money guiding trade caravans through the wilderness.
Eadric has lived a fairly maintainable life since then, making a name for himself locally as a skilled adventurer. Eadric wanted more than a life spent guiding caravans, and so he spent his money on armor and supplies and took to the road. He’s just returned from that long journey, but he’s itching to travel again.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Swordsman: Knowing that a bastard was not entitled to a comfortable life in the Iteran estate, Eadric spent a good portion of his life training with a sword. He is especially skilled with his sword, Serpentis. Eadric’s style is intended for monsters and beasts, not other armed men. As a result, Eadric can easily slay a mighty beast, but would likely be defeated by any slightly-above-average swordsman.
Barterer: Being poor most of his life, Eadric became quite skilled at bartering. It is said that he acquired his armor at a quarter of the selling price.
Adventurer’s eye: Eadric has become quite skilled at identifying monsters and beasts, as well as being able to navigate quite skillfully. His primary source of income is trade caravans who hire him to lead them through the wilds between cities.
People Person: Eadric is charismatic and exceptionally skilled at communicating and reading body language.
Equipment:
Serpentis:Fittingly enough, Serpentis is a “hand-and-a-half” sword, often called a “bastard sword”. Heavier and longer than a longsword, but shorter and lighter than a greatsword, Serpentis can be wielded with either one or two hands, dependent on the situation. It is forged of steel and dyed a pale green color. It was the only thing he inherited from his father, and the nicest thing he owns.
Adventurer’s Armor: The armor worn by Eadric is simple tanned leather, not capable of stopping more than a dagger slash or a weak arrow. However, the chest, forearms, and shins of the armor are covered in a layer of dragon scales. While this gives him significantly more maneuverability than a solid dragonscale plate would, it leaves him vulnerable in the unarmored areas.
A copper knife:Exactly what it says on the tin. Rarely used as a weapon, the cheap, yet solid, copper knife is for cutting things (like food or fabric) that Serpentis is too unwieldy for.
Adventurer’s bag: A well-crafted leather satchel with the Iteran Serpent stitched into the side. It holds the odds and ends that Eadric might carry, like money, food, clothes, and other mundane things. |
52,515 | 1,422 | 12 | 821 | 1,017 | Wow. That wolf... he hadn't seen that coming. Luckily for them that the warrior seemed to be way quicker with his situational awareness than he was - and that there was a lot less aggression in the beast's behaviour than in its appearance.
Kostya totally agreed with Eadric's words, but he didn't intend to do this anywhere else than in his mind alone at the moment as he got the feeling that this could annoy Meretrix. And Lucanas had just offered him to do some sparring, something he definitely needed... "I'd be happy to do so." the serf answered the warrior.
Now, there was one last thing to do. A very important thing though...
Kostya loosened the blade from the tree, turned around and headed for Albin. His voice was calm, but filled with tension.
"What would you've done if this thing had hit me ?" | Kostya Angelov
Appearance:
Kostya's body has been put to the test in the mines and one can clearly see that: He stands at 6"4' and has an impressive, muscular build, however he's put on some fat by excessive eating and drinking as well. His hair has the color of a somewhat faded red that it has in common with the dense beard covering most of his face. He often looks grim, but that's more of a 'default state' of his facial expression than purpose. He appears to be older than he actually is.
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Class:
Serf
Personality:
Kostya is chronically wary. Life's hard and with the wrong attitude it can get even a lot harder, so keep the things in your pockets, have a look around frequently and don't believe what people tell you but what you can actually see. However, he himself would probably be his own arch-enemy: He hates pretty much the entire economical system that allows a few lazy people to live their wasteful lives whilst a majority has to suffer for it. If there would ever be a serious uprising, he would probably join. He became very good at hiding these thoughts and pretending the obedient servant that has accepted his fate a long time ago.
Background:
The Angelov family is quite large, but unsuccessful to a full-scale extent. His mother had gave birth to no less than six children, the first four of them sharing the same father. He died too early to get to know the last two - Kostya and his brother. Not having any monetary reserves, all of them had to menial jobs. Kostya ultimately descended into serfom as he first believed that one would take at least a bit of care of him for not loosing a good worker. It was a misjudgement and it took him many years of his life to work his way out of the mines, though it wasn't the legal way. Having been rather isolated from society during this time, he has lost track of his siblings, and they, whereever they are today, don't seem to be too dedicated in finding him either. Since at least his youngest brother Sasha would be easily identifiable, he assumes that he's dead. What he wants now is to escape the city, since with so many people that could find out who he actually is and report him to the authorities, it has become almost as dangerous as the wilderness outside.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Bestial trait: As they were young childs, Kostya and Sasha once found a wounded Tak (a vicious flying creature that, despite being carnivorous, doesn't pose a serious threat to humans as it is too small). The two brothers in their childishness simply didn't know what kind of creature they were actually dealing with, but it was somewhat cute and allowed the two childs to approach as it was in a lethargic state. They cosseted it up and - returning to its original routine - it started biting them weakly and finally escaped. The two had collected the damaged and loosened fur of the creature's skin and put it into small metallic vials. They soon found out that as long as they carried them, they were granted some of the creature's speed. This is still true today, and though Kostya did slow down over the years as he became bigger, he can still move and fight at a surprising speed for his size.
Heavyweight: He isn't skilled in weapons, but in a brawl with bare hands he tends to be on the winning side. One can expect his attacks to hit really hard - if he hits that is.
Equipment:
Two-handed hammer: The shaft is thick and wooden, the head is made out of copper with a rather flat side and a pointed other one.
Dragonscale armor: One of the less expensive variants of body armor you can get, especially if you intend to pay flat out nothing for it.
Knife: Rather for common utility than for engaging enemies.
Tiny metallic jar filled with Tak fur, granting him his divine ability.
Rations and bedding.
Large supply of food and water. |
52,516 | 1,422 | 13 | 2,033 | 9,341 | Albin didn't have much time to reply to her. Before he could say anything, a massive grey wolf leaped from the forest towards Eadric and the slave girl. She half wished it went for the slaves neck, but such a thing was a bit too much to hope for. She had already had her bow at the ready by the time the wolf had deemed them not worth its time, and started running off int the forest. With a frown, she kept an arrow knocked and listened. Something was off, but she couldn't exactly say what.
For now though, she brushed it off, though she still remained wary. Instead, she turned her attention to Eadric.
He was spouting some nonsense about how they should all get along simply because they were no longer in the city. It was a logical argument at least. Strength in numbers and all that, though the slave looked almost absolutely useless as far as she could tell. Still, for now she'd bite her tongue in regards to the slave, but if the woman spoke to her, she'd learn the hard way slaves were not to speak out of line.
"While you are correct in saying that we should at least attempt to get along for the sake of survival," Maria said, bow still in hand as she walked over. "A slave will always be a slave." She didn't get much of a chance to elaborate further, however as she suddenly lost her footing and stumbled forwards, almost right into Eadric.
Well, that was certainly odd. She wasn't even drunk.
She realized quite quickly what had caused the stumble, however.
The earth shook. The trees trembled and a few angry squawks of birds could be heard as their nests were disturbed. The ground shook again, leaves were shook form their branches as birds fled the area. Once more, and Maria quickly came to realize what had bothered her about that wolf.
Why hadn't it attacked them? An obvious question, one that she was fairly sure that the answer was now as obvious.
It was running from something. Her grip tightened around her bow, drawing an arrow from her quiver as she prepared herself for the worst.
"Everyone! Ready your weapons!" She shouted. Whatever it was, it was big enough to cause the earth to tremble before it, and that meant it wasn't something that was going to be so easily dealt with. | Name:
Maria Vicariis
"My, how rude asking a lady her age...hehe, though, I do like a person with a little...directness"
Age:
Appears in her early twenties. (What? A noblewoman never reveals her age~)
"Hoho, I am definitely female."
Gender:
Female
Class:
Noble, daughter of house Vicariis
Appearance:
Standing at a tall five foot nine, Maria has bright red hair that falls just below her shoulders and amber colored eyes. She wears a thick cloak, along with a lose dress. Her arms are covered with thin plates of armor, though it's not used for much protection. The cloak she wears is cloaked together with a bright red gem. She wears loose fitting, though easy to move in pants. A dress isn't exactly good for adventuring in. She is normally seen with her bow.
Personality:
On the surface, Maria appears to be a fairly friendly person. Amicable, jovial, and a little on the flirtatiously salacious side. She doesn't seem to take many things seriously. That said, as a noblewoman she is used to certain...luxuries and comforts. Most notably, servants and getting whatever she wants. Disobedience isn't something she is fond of, and while she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty, it'd be better if you offered to take care of it first if you want to get on her good side.
However, if one were to actually get to know her...well. Lets just say there is a slow boiling anger underneath that friendly exterior. It's not to evident at first, though those who pay attention will notice certain...quirks, she has when speaking to some people. Seems to have a particular hate of Heterochromatic slaves.
Backstory:
The supposed daughter of the well known House Vicariis, Maria has lived a more or less pampered life since birth. Taught in all manner of things such as literature, economics, and other academics, along with the skillful use of the bow. Her life was an easy one. Servants, slaves, and all manner of pampering was given to her. While she never exactly liked such things, she has more or less gotten used to it and has developed a certain expectation that others should do as she says.
However, she has become rather...jaded with the pampered lifestyle of the nobility. So, she is going on the next expedition to the tower whether the others approve of it or not. Not that they'd ever object - House Vicariis is quite powerful, and even if she's not the heir nor the head of the house, she has the political power to make the other people in the house cry like a little baby.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Bow of Ashes:
An Heirloom of House Vicariis, the bow is able to turn ordinary arrows into ones of fire that are able to burn pierce even the strongest of armored hides. It is said in the past, the bow was burned by a dragon but instead of being destroyed, it allowed for a child to slay it with a single, lucky, piercing blow to the beasts head.
Expert Marksman:
Maria has been trained since she was barely able to walk to wield a bow. Her eyesight is as good as bird of prey, and she can hit a mark from quite the distance.
Light as a feather:
Maria is very light on her feet, and is quite nimble allowing for some fairly impressive feats of agility. Couple that with her expert marksmanship, and it makes her a fairly fearsome fighter at mid to long range. Even close range, if she's careful.
First Aid training:
She has basic training in first aid, and can probably help stitch a wound back together if she has too.
Equipment:
- Bow of Ashes
- Armor plating that covers her arms and upper torso
- Several quiver full of arrows.
- A dagger, though is hardly ever used.
- bandages and other misc. first aid supplies.
-Favorite Food:
Surprisingly likes sweet things. |
52,517 | 1,422 | 14 | 1,773 | 49 | Albin de Fabrica
Albin saw the wolf. It was not every day that an enemy suddenly appears to attack as soon as you toss your sword away. It was quite bad luck indeed. The wolf was quite terrifying, to be honest. It was unlike anything that Albin had seen before. Though, Albin mostly fought straw dummies and logs.
He heard many people begin to shout and say things.
"Everybody stay calm. Nobodies injured."
Well, nobody was injured. Except for maybe the almost-lobotomized man by the tree.
"What would you've done if this thing had hit me ?"
Albin paused. He didn't actually know what to do. Albin opened his mouth without thinking. "Probably buy you some flowers, I'd say."
He then heard the Maria woman say something about drawing weapons. Albin remembered that his sword was stuck in the tree. Without much hesitation, he reached for a Blacksmith's natural weapon. He pulled out a small hammer meant for repairing minor scratches and dents from his toolbelt. Such a weapon was fitting for him, one could say. A useless man getting a rather useless weapon. | Name:
Albin de Fabrica
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Class:
Merchant and Craftsman
(Just a note here, I find it weird how there's no middle class here. I don't really feel as Albin can fit into any one of the the slots, as he's not noble, nor is he a warrior. Serfs also rent land, so that's a no-no.)
Appearance:
Albin appears as most his age; young, unscarred, and normal. His most notable feature is his hair, which is an extraordinary shade of blonde that fades into a teal. Though, it is not natural. He accidentally bleached his hair while trying to create a polish for his blade. He stands at 5'9" tall and is of a slender build. His eyes are hazel, causing them to be more of a yellow colour, if anything. He tends not to wear armour, as his greatest asset is how fast he can run away. His clothing consists of anything warm and comfortable.
Personality:
Albin tends to be rather impulsive. Because of this, his emotions tend to change on a whim. Not like he was actually feeling the emotions that he acts out; he thinks it's more about getting his point across.
His interests really only include craftsmanship and metals. He wants to uncover the secrets of metal, especially steel. He's rather one-track minded in this aspect; he's usually more interested in proper care of weaponry than actually using the weapons themselves. He also tends to be absent-minded and oblivious at times, being unable to see or understand any minute details one may show.
Backstory:
Albin never quite knew his father, nor his mother. He never had the opportunity of meeting them. Or, at least, remembering meeting them. Albin was raised by the various craftsmen and their families . In return, he helped them with whatever they needed, such as helping on the forge, making weaponry for soldiers, fixing armour, and any other odd jobs a young boy could do. As such, the craftsmen gave him the name of de Forgia, as to show his upbringing by the community.
As he grew up, he slowly became more and more bored with the standard process of blacksmithing and creating craftworks. Copper was pretty much the only metal usable for the average smith. He became more and more interested in the properties of copper. However, his research within the walls had only gotten so far. He began to desire to leave the walls to create the strongest metal. Or, at least try to prove his half-cocked theories true.
On Albin's 16th birthday, began his plan. Using the various gifts given to him by other craftsmen, he worked on his sword. After a year and multiple failed attempts later, he made a workable sword. Though, it was rather curved. Still, it was a nice sword. One of the smiths managed to get a small amount of steel, to which Albin's heart began to pound. Whatever the metal was, he really liked it. He managed to stick it on the back end of his sword, helping it's durability significantly.
For the next year, Albin trained his combat skill. However, the curved blade didn't really work for any standard sword fighting strategy. He instead chose to draw the sword as fast as he could. The curved blade helped it and Albin decided that drawing the sword would be the one thing that he focused on.
After another year, Albin could strike fast by drawing the blade and attacking at the same time. Not quite the best strategy, but still useful. However, after all this training, the blade of the sword turned out to be quite dull and not as lustrous as it used to be. The next month or so was experimenting with various ways to clean the blade. Albin managed to create a nice substance to polish up his blade (after he repaired it, of course). While putting the mixture away, it managed to fall directly on his head.
When he had awoken, his scalp had been mildly burned, and his hair turned a strange colour. Albin didn't quite care, though. He thought he looked pretty nice. All trained up, he was ready for the adventure to find new metals.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
The Heart of Dragons
Albin has a sixth sense. Whenever he comes close to rare metals of any type, his heart rate begins to quicken. Additionally, he can turn a palm-sized rock into a flake of steel and a lot of dust by pressing his hands on it as hard as he can. Not that that's useful, anyways. It's much more of a parlour trick, if anything.
Craftsman
Due to his upbringing, Albin can repair various tools while inside of the dungeon. He also has an extensive knowledge of proper care for weaponry, armour, and tools. He also has a wide general knowledge on herbs, rocks, and metals.
The Drawing Sword
Due to Albin training only one specific skill in case he needed the ability to fight, he learned how to draw his sword extremely fast while striking at the same time. While this skill is extremely neat looking and strong to start a fight with, he really can't do anything else after drawing his sword.
Good Runner
Albin's second form of fighting; which is coincidentally fleeing. He can run faster than most, which is all that matters (especially in bear attacks).
Equipment:
Albin's Blade
The first good quality blade that Albin created. It is curved and only has one edge that can cut. This allows it to be drawn and swung much easier. Though, it is much more fragile and smaller than normal swords. Made out of mostly copper with a strip of steel across the flat edge, allowing it to not break instantly. Comes with a very ornate sheathe that looks lovely.
Albin's Clothes
They look nice and are warm and comfy. That's about it.
Craftsman's Gear
A belt containing a small and extremely tough hooked knife, a durable hammer, an extremely long length of bowstring, brick and mortar, and other small craftsman tools.
Favourite Food:
Oily bread with lots of herbs in it; an extremely rare treat that is just right. |
52,518 | 1,422 | 15 | 821 | 1,017 | For a moment, Kostya was just too baffled for answering properly. But then it degenerated into a little tirade: "Oh yes, flowers! Oh no, don't worry. I can still buy myself some flowers even if I'm dead. Or why not just rip them out of the ground as I'm already lying underneath them, rotting away in a slow pace? Or...cut them ?" He presented the blade he had freed from the tree. "You're looking for this, perhaps ? And I've got a bigger hammer for you, too!" The slightly enraged man pointed towards that bulk of copper on his back. "Perhaps your craftsmanship would become even better if you used that one ? And if it should happen that you break your back one day... don't worry. I'll buy you some flowers then." He pressed the side face of the blade's handle onto Albins chest, pushing it from the other side. "Take it. And please warn everybody before you demonstrate your amazing skills the next time, ok ? It could save lives." | Kostya Angelov
Appearance:
Kostya's body has been put to the test in the mines and one can clearly see that: He stands at 6"4' and has an impressive, muscular build, however he's put on some fat by excessive eating and drinking as well. His hair has the color of a somewhat faded red that it has in common with the dense beard covering most of his face. He often looks grim, but that's more of a 'default state' of his facial expression than purpose. He appears to be older than he actually is.
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Class:
Serf
Personality:
Kostya is chronically wary. Life's hard and with the wrong attitude it can get even a lot harder, so keep the things in your pockets, have a look around frequently and don't believe what people tell you but what you can actually see. However, he himself would probably be his own arch-enemy: He hates pretty much the entire economical system that allows a few lazy people to live their wasteful lives whilst a majority has to suffer for it. If there would ever be a serious uprising, he would probably join. He became very good at hiding these thoughts and pretending the obedient servant that has accepted his fate a long time ago.
Background:
The Angelov family is quite large, but unsuccessful to a full-scale extent. His mother had gave birth to no less than six children, the first four of them sharing the same father. He died too early to get to know the last two - Kostya and his brother. Not having any monetary reserves, all of them had to menial jobs. Kostya ultimately descended into serfom as he first believed that one would take at least a bit of care of him for not loosing a good worker. It was a misjudgement and it took him many years of his life to work his way out of the mines, though it wasn't the legal way. Having been rather isolated from society during this time, he has lost track of his siblings, and they, whereever they are today, don't seem to be too dedicated in finding him either. Since at least his youngest brother Sasha would be easily identifiable, he assumes that he's dead. What he wants now is to escape the city, since with so many people that could find out who he actually is and report him to the authorities, it has become almost as dangerous as the wilderness outside.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Bestial trait: As they were young childs, Kostya and Sasha once found a wounded Tak (a vicious flying creature that, despite being carnivorous, doesn't pose a serious threat to humans as it is too small). The two brothers in their childishness simply didn't know what kind of creature they were actually dealing with, but it was somewhat cute and allowed the two childs to approach as it was in a lethargic state. They cosseted it up and - returning to its original routine - it started biting them weakly and finally escaped. The two had collected the damaged and loosened fur of the creature's skin and put it into small metallic vials. They soon found out that as long as they carried them, they were granted some of the creature's speed. This is still true today, and though Kostya did slow down over the years as he became bigger, he can still move and fight at a surprising speed for his size.
Heavyweight: He isn't skilled in weapons, but in a brawl with bare hands he tends to be on the winning side. One can expect his attacks to hit really hard - if he hits that is.
Equipment:
Two-handed hammer: The shaft is thick and wooden, the head is made out of copper with a rather flat side and a pointed other one.
Dragonscale armor: One of the less expensive variants of body armor you can get, especially if you intend to pay flat out nothing for it.
Knife: Rather for common utility than for engaging enemies.
Tiny metallic jar filled with Tak fur, granting him his divine ability.
Rations and bedding.
Large supply of food and water. |
52,519 | 1,422 | 16 | 1,910 | 1,968 | Lucanas Meretrix
The noblewoman spoke the words he had intended to, reminded the slave of her place in the world. Before she could continue her lecture though, the ground suddenly trembled beneath the knight's feet. If it hadn't been for his practice as a warrior, his footing probably would have been lost.
This cannot be a good sign.
Lady Vicariis advised everyone to draw their weapons, and the blacksmith simply drew out small hammer from his belt. Koysta decided to reach for the katana however, continuing to have a casual lecture despite the imminent danger. Meretrix looked between the two as if they were insane for not noticing the more imminent danger. Perhaps the two of them were really experienced in the ways of the world.
"Guys?"
The earth shook again, a massive creature easily running down a cluster of nearby trees as it sprinted straight towards the center of the party, the old oaks seeming to be cut in half as it passed them. A four legged mammalian creature with spikes jutting from it's back and large bladed tusks connected to it's face along with three large snouts that appeared to have smaller spikes on the inside. Although due to it's size it appeared to move slowly by comparison, the reality was that the creature could easily outrun any of them. Large mounts of blood seeming to drool from it's mouth forming a large puddle at it's feet as it seemed to observe them and try to judge whether they were friend or food.
Looking at the noble woman with four crimson eyes, it apparently decided food as it started to run towards her, the snout whipping out to her left and being flung towards her with the spikes on the inner edge.
If she stayed, it appeared she would be both wounded and stuck to the snout. It was only a guess on what the beast planned on doing after that.
Deciding to play the hero, the son of a whore charged in with his great axe and swung at one of the long legs. The beast howled in pain and seemed to twitch it's leg, which sent the warrior rolling away in the grass.
A quick look at the wound would reveal two things. Firstly that years of training had managed to pay off as the thick hide was broken through. Secondly that the amount of blood lost from such damage would be insignificant in the long run. | Lucanus Meretrix
Appearance:
Standing taller than most men at six fleet flat, his muscular build gives the appearance of a warrior. A glance at his face reveals an unkempt dark gray beard along with green eyes that reveal either kindness or ambition depending on the moment.
An older set of gray dragon scale armor adorns his body, a white surcoat with the cross of Arx being thrown over the armor. The only distinguishing accessory from any other warrior is a copper necklace holding a pendant of a bronze double headed eagle.
Age:
Twenty One
Gender:
Male
Class:
Formally Serf, now Warrior class.
Personality:
While he prefers kindness over pain, Lucanas is ambitious. Hypocritical in the sense that he believes in tradition when it benefits him and ignores him when they don't, life is an attempt to claw your way to the top in a world still surrounded by wilderness. Having lived at the bottom rungs of society though, he does have some sympathy for those beneath him, and has a strange sense of honor and loyalty that won't allow him to betray a true friend or cause unnecessary suffering in another.
Backstory:
The son of a whore, Lucanus lived in the slums of Arx off the meager income his mother's occupation provided. Eventually a job with a noble from Vicariis went wrong, and she was left mortally wounded on the streets. Handing her son a necklace, she told him that she would always watch over him, and that he should strive to live a better life.
Eventually the seven year old was picked up by the local guards, and after realizing his status as an orphan trained him to quest for a tower. Sworn into celibacy to avoid attachments to anything but his mission, he trained and exercised constantly in an effort to survive the brutal countryside.
For the past few years as his training has come towards an end, the warrior has lived a life of relative comfort outside of a few unfortunate incidents where local beasts have pressed against the walls.
Skills and Divine Abilities:
Eagle's Eyes: Unsure how it's power was gained, when wearing the necklace the warrior finds his senses are enhanced before something happens, making it nearly impossible to genuinely surprise him from the shadows.
Knightly Training: Going through a lifetime of training for slaying great beasts and patrolling the streets have lead Lucanus to learning how to fight with melee weapons better than the vast majority of the population, preferring to wield hand and a half or two handed weapons.
Equipment:
Gray Dragonscale Armor: Lighter, less expensive, and more comfortable than steel plate, Lucanas has preferred this type of armor since it would be more convenient to wear when expected to travel.
Great Axe: An axe on one side, a hammer at the other, and a spear tip at the end make this an ideal all purpose weapon for slaying larger beasts.
Bastard Sword: A sword that can be wielded with either one hand or two, this sword is the middle ground between a broadsword and the large great axes.
Rope And Weapon Maintenance Kit
A sack filled with Rations and bedding
A leather canteen for Water
Double Headed Eagle Necklace |
52,520 | 1,423 | 0 | 1,625 | 873 | How could one explain the situation that now faced the Axis? Where could one begin? It was so far out of their control that they had no idea how to proceed, centuries of being in control of the human races fate and it was now taken from them. This had caused some panic in the highest levels of government in the Axis. The cracks of division began to show amongst various cells around the world, so to take control of the situation before the division got worse and the cracks turned into an all out crumble of the organization, an emergency council was called. Heads from every cell group came to this meeting. For days the they argued and tossed around ideas, about how they could stop a threat that they knew nothing about. They could fight demons, angels and their offspring, but this.... this was like nothing they faced before, as they seemed to be at least two steps behind this... this unknown.
Finally it had come to a vote, a vote that had the Axis divided. It was about if they should seek out help from their enemies to combat this unknown, this new fourth realm. Many opposed this idea, as they wished for humanity to stand alone as it had for centuries. But many also knew that both heaven and hell were nervous, which did not sit well with them so they wanted help.
Now that final decision rested on the shoulders of a 55 year old general. He was a stern looking man with fierce grey eyes, grey buzz cut hair, a thick and sharp angled jaw, large shoulders, and a tall and strong frame. He was a picture of a man that had seen many battles and had come out of them tougher than before. Though all the fierceness and intimidation couldn't hide the fact that he looked tired. And now for the final and deciding vote to rest with him made him look even more so.
The General looked down at his data pad and all the notes, findings, theories and what not that he had thrown at him the past couple of weeks. He drummed his fingers loudly on the large round wooden table, fully aware that all eyes were on him. Sighing he looked up feeling tired and wanting nothing more than to have a hot shower and meal then a long ass sleep.
"You all know I have dedicated my life to the Axis," he said gruffly before continuing. "I have fought many hard battles, and that I wouldn't think twice about sticking my blade into those other realmers." He paused again as he could see those that voted for no help get a little excited and chatty. "But," The chatting stopped as all eyes suddenly narrowed on him. "But, we know nothing of this new enemy. And I don't know about any of you, but I'm tired of losing my best damn agents! I don't want to see anymore of my people die if they don't have too! So with that said, I vote for help." He said feeling the weight of those he sent after this unknown heavy on his shoulders.
The room was silent as people looked down at their data pads or at those around them. Not one of them spoke as the vote was cast, and they knew that they could not go back on the vote. Now it was time to assemble teams and to work with their enemies.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Sonya Helsing - Agent
When the news first reached the Axis cell in Moscow Russia, Sonya could barely believe it. The Axis had chosen to seek help from their old enemies, which was nearly unheard of. She knew that the wounds between her kind and the half-breeds ran deep and she wondered how they could possibly work together.
Though she was slightly relieved as it meant that her brother was safe from being hunted. But at the same time she felt anxious as this working with half-breeds meant that the Axis was desperate and that the threat was bigger than they originally thought.
Sonya walked down a long hallway passing a few of her fellow agents. She was heading to a conference room where she was to meet her new squad mates. She was nervous about meeting them, well the half-breeds. She had full confidence in the agents she would be working with, as she knew the training that they had gone through. But the half-breeds, now that was an uncertainty, more than likely they had no training in combat.
Shaking her head slightly she entered the conference room and smirked. She was the first to arrive, but then she made it a point to be early. She noticed that there was files on the large oval table, walking over to the closest one she picked up and opened it. She lifted an eyebrow as it was dossiers on everyone that would be on the team and very few details about the new enemy. There was nothing on the mission itself, so she assumed that someone would brief them later.
She took a seat across the table so that the door was infront of her. Never sit with the door behind you, it was one of the first rules she was taught. She took up the file and began reading.
Blake Helsing - Demon Half-breed
Blake was in the red light district in San Francisco, as there he could feed off people's emotions. He found that the desperate had the strongest emotions, and it was easier to get lost as there was so many of them. He was "feeding" off of some depressed girl which he knew would only make her depression worse. He hated what he was and that he occasionally had to feed off of people, but he had no choice. His fate was forced upon him and if it was up to him, he would be human like his sister. He probably would have joined the Axis.
The mere thought of the Axis filled him with rage, as he knew what they did to his kind. He also knew that they took none violent, peaceful half-breeds and tortured them. If anything they were the monsters, but then Blake was one that they should probably capture. As he was aggressive and violent and a danger to nearly everyone, just like his father. But he had no death wish, plus if they took him they might find out that Sonya is his twin sister. He could only imagine what they would do to her, just to figure out why he was a half-breed and she isn't.
Blake was among his thoughts and didn't notice three agents coming up behind him. "Helsing!"
Hearing his name he turned slowly to see three people. Two men and one woman all dressed in black and showing a range of weapons on their person. They were obviously Axis agents, but Blake couldn't understand why they would call out his name. Were they new? Did they skip the training day that showed them how to sneak up on a half demon? They must of for all he knew.
"Who?" Blake said gruffly almost growling.
"Don't play games, we know who you are. We have been looking for you for some time." Said one of the men that looked older than the other two.
Blake's eyes grew hard and narrow as he looked at them, his face was expressionless which seemed to unnerve the female of the group. He inhaled through his nose and took in their scent, he would remember it and hunt them down if things went down.
"Have you now? Pray what for?" He asked his face still expressionless, his eyes growing dark.
"The Axis is in need of help..." the man paused as if to see if Blake would say anything. But he didn't and remained store faced. "We are searching for help to stop a growing threat. And it would seem that we need your kinds help." The man said the last part with slight disgust. Not that Blake could blame him, as he didn't want to help the Axis.
"What's in it for me?" He asked after a moment of tense silence.
"We will never hunt you down..... basically you would be free of us."
All of that was nearly 24 hours ago, now he was in an Axis cell somewhere in Russia. Even though the man who said that they needed his help, they still didn't trust him and escorted him from the private plane to the conference room. Half the time he was blind folded which he wasn't happy about. When they first tried he freaked out and nearly killed one of the agents. Luckily for him they weren't allowed to kill him.
Blake entered the conference room and paused for a moment. He was not expecting to see his sister and by the look she gave him she wasn't expecting to see him. He watched as she looked back down at the file she had open and flip through it, until she came to a page that had his picture on it.
Without saying a word he took a seat across from her and a few chairs to the right of he door. No one sits with their back to the door unless they wanted to be sneaked up on. He didn't bother opening the file.
"What's your name?"he asked gruffly, his expression cold and hard.
"Sonya. Yours?" She said softly but confidently, which was so like her.
"You already know it." He said flatly which got him a confused look. "You read the file didn't you?" He said slightly annoyed.
"Yes, I did. You're name is Blake Helsing and you're a demon half-breed!" She said sternly before looking back down at the file.
Blake knew he had hurt her slightly and it killed him to do so. But neither of them could afford to show comfort around each other. So he had to be cold, aggressive and mean to her. He hated it.
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what makes them tick, what makes them unique?
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do they have any?
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Blake Helsing] - Male ] - 25yrs ] - Aggressive ]
at first sight →
"Blake Helsing"
"Helsing."
"25 yrs roughly"
"none of your business"
"Male"
"Why do you care to know?"
you're beautiful →
"I'm tall and lean, though muscular. I have a sharp look, or so people say, as my jaw line is vary angular and my nose comes to a point. I like to stay in shape as you never know when someone wants to break your neck, though as I said before I'm lean so you can't tell just how strong I am. "
"Blue"
"Blond"
" Half demon, so back off"
"6'6"
"195lbs"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know."
under your skin →
Aggressive: Blake is really aggressive and will not care to run over if you get in his way. If you are brave enough to challenge him physically, you better be ready for him to be overly aggressive and enraged.
Head Strong: Blake usually doesn't care to hear what others have to say, but when he does and your views go against his own he will become head strong and say that you are wrong. Even if you make a good argument or are right he will still say that you are wrong. Also as soon as he has made up his mind on something there is little anyone can do to change it.
Withdrawn/Silent: Blake doesn't like to talk much and its rare for anyone to get a full conversation from him. He doesn't like people to much so he finds that he has no need for words. If you do happen to get him to talk it means that he finds you interesting though once he loses interest he will stop talking to you.
Fight/Flight: Blake has a strong self preservation and will either fight, if he thinks he can win, or run, if he thinks that the threat is to great. He wont normally save others unless he finds them interesting.
Curious: Blake can be quite curious in certain things and once he is curious about something he will go to no ends to figure out everything about the thing he is interested in.
"My history is my own, ask Sonya if you want to know."
"Guns, swords, dark shadows, being on my own. And my sister"
"People, most animals, books, most nice things. The Axis!"
"I have a sister, you don't need to know more."
skip a heartbeat →
Straight
Single
what lies unawaken →
Blake can summon shadows and can bring out the worst in people. The shadows he summons can rip someone to shreds ( at great cost ), blind / confuse ( less cost ), and can even be made into shadowy wings ( Medium ).
Being part Emotion Eater demon ( aka emo eater ), he can cause others to feel or act out a certain way. He can gain some strength when someone is feeling depressed, enraged, agony, etcetera. But this only when people are feeling extreme emotions.
- physically strong - great reflexes - sharp eye sight - great at remaining hidden
- bad communication skills - once he loses his cool and is in demon mode it's hard for him to calm down - his sister, as he would do anything to keep her safe.
Sonya and Blake are twins but only one is half demon. The Axis doesn't know this.
Sonya Helsing] - Female ] - 25yrs ] - Strong ]
at first sight →
"My name is Sonya Helsing
"Sunny"
"I'm 25yrs old"
"Sept, 12th"
"I am Female"
"I did most of my growing up in Russia, where exactly was I born I have no idea"
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"I'm not as tall as my brother nor as strong. But I am well muscled and can handle nearly anything that comes my way. My frame is very feminine with enticing curves, or so I have been told. I have an almost a doll like face other than my right eye which has scarring around it."
"both were blue, but only one is now the other is more a sandy colour"
Blonde
"I am an Axis agent."
5'6
169lbs
"My right eye has been enhanced (see history) so I can see nearly as well as my brother in that eye."
under your skin →
Strong- Sonya can handle her own in nearly any situation. It doesn't have to be physical strength but emotional and mental strength. She had gone through a lot and has come all the stronger.
Charming - one of the few things not taught in the Axis is how to be charming. But Sonya excels at it, she is a natural at winning people over. The Axis took notice of this when she was younger and groomed her for spy work. Now she uses her charms to get information.
Flirty - Sonya can be a ruthless flirt, which seems to go hand in hand with being charming. It's all part of her skills and the grooming she got from the Axis.
Confident - she always seems to believe that she can't fail, which can sometimes be taken as cocky. But she must believe that she and the Axis can make and with the fewest deaths possible.
Anxious - under all her charms, strength and confidence she is very anxious and even paranoid. She constantly worries about her brother and what would happen if the Axis found out. She can't bare the thought of the Axis torturing her brother in the effort to get info out of him. Or to learn why he is half demon and she is not.
"My mother was an Axis agent a long time ago, who, from what I can dig up, was raped by an Emo Eater. I'm not sure why she didn't have an abortion, but I am grateful. She is well known in the Axis for having been one of their best spies. But no one knows why she suddenly disappeared 25yrs ago, not until I showed up at an Axis headquarters with a note pinned to my basket. All it said that I was Helsing's daughter and that my name was Sonya, at least I know my mother named me.
Growing up in the Axis was hard and having a great spy of a mother was hard to live up to. Everybody expected great things from me, it was hard growing up with that kind of pressure, but I endured. By the time I was 15 I was sent on my first mission. It wasn't anything major, my team and I were just searching for an artifact. But something went terribly wrong and we were attacked by a band of demons. I did my best to fight them off but I got hit in the face and fell. I don't remember much other than seeing another demon suddenly appear and fight off the rest. Only me and one other survived. We were later told that we were getting a medal for Bravery for fighting off the demon trap. I never told them what I saw or thought I saw. It was during this time that my vision and colour in my right eye began to fade. My Axis cell quickly reached out to our top doctors in eye and cybernetic research, they were able to save my eye and enhance its vision though the colour would never come back. Plus I would have to live with the scarring.
After I was healed I began to wonder about the demon I saw. No demon would save young Axis agents that much I knew for sure. I began to search for this unknown person without telling anyone. The Axis did not need to know and I felt that more people would just get in my way. Looking back now I was foolish not to tell anybody, as it could of gone horribly wrong. But I want to know and the more I dug around the more I began to notice small clues. These weren't ordinary clues though, as I began to get the feeling that they were being left for me to find. Being young and stupid I followed the s bread crumbs until they lead to an old church in Rome, oddly enough it was a church my mother use to love as it over looked the country side.
That was when I met Blake, he was waiting for me. He was sitting in the front pew in the empty church. I remember how he turned around slowly, his eyes were fierce and cold, his face was stern and his body ridged. But as he stared at me his whole expression changed and seemed to soften a little. All I was able to ask was 'Why?' And all he responded was 'I had to meet my twin sister.'
I should of walked out right then and there but I didn't. Instead I asked a thousand questions and he answered them all. And from that moment forward I had a brother and he a sister. And we have been protecting each other ever since."
"the game of getting information, animals, old books, finding artifacts, the Axis and my brother"
Fighting, assassination(I can do it but I rather not), failing, demons and rogue angels
"I have a brother, but no one knows about him."
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
Sonya carries a small hand gun, three hidden blades, the latest tazer designed to affect a demons or angels powers. Plus she also carries powders / poisons in some of her jewelry that she wears.
¤ Charismatic
¤ Quick witted
¤ Observant
¤ Confident
¤ great sight in her right eye
¤ Not bad in hand to hand combat
¤ not the best in heavy weaponry
¤ doesn't like to assassinate prefers straight up fight.
¤ can sometimes over think about a situation
¤ her brother as she tries to protect him from the Axis.
¤ she likes to believe that there shades of grey in her work, when somethings are clearly black and white.
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52,521 | 1,423 | 1 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Flynn ]
It's needless to say that the agents who arrived to kindly escort Ms. Mitchellson to her new friends (whom she didn't even ask for, by the way) were meant with defensiveness and aggression. In the end, she had to go willing because she was too hard to catch, and what got her was the possibility of helping other halfbreeds. Ignorant she was, but she wasn't ignorant to the danger the whole world faced. It was important for her to put the needs of others above herself in this moment. Still, she couldn't care if the Axis agents all fell dead.
The young woman was escorted to the meeting room, but she was happy to make it difficult for her escort. If a hand was laid on her, they were meant with a warning shock. It earned her glares, but she refused to comply as if she was some sort of prisoner. "I'm here to help," she hissed at them. After that, they were kind enough to not touch her, but they sure as hell didn't trust her alone.
They even opened the door to the meeting room for her, and she crossed her arms as she waited for them to leave. With the ordeal over, she turned her electric blue eyes on her new companions. They lingered coldly on the woman before turning to the boy. Her gaze softened and she offered a shy wave. "I'm Flynn," she said, glancing to both of them before pulling a chair out to take her seat.
KB ]
Despite being a grown-ass adult, he had to convince his mother he'd be fine. He was being organized into an elite group who all knew what they were doing--he left out the whole halfbreeds part, though. Eventually, she relented and he was free to go after lots of hugs and kisses and sad smiles. KB promised he'd be safe, and there was some mumbling about his father. It just ruined his mood, not that he was in a great one anyway.
After passing through security and getting some directions, he continued onto the room where they would all meet. He was eyed by a few guards--he certainly looked less human than some halfbreeds--but no one bothered him. His brows furrowed together as he passed a couple men mumbling to each other about some bitch and he paused to watch them. At first, it came off as pretty unprofessional, but then it clicked with a small "Ah:" the halfbreeds must've beat him here.
KB walked into the room, his eyes flickering to each of the members already there. "'Sup," he greeted casually. Following Sonya's example, he picked up a file before sitting down and began to flip through it. | KB ] - ♂ ] - 24 ] - Watcher ]
at first sight →
Kenji Bromheart
KB, Ken
24
April 20
Male
North Eastern USA
you're beautiful →
Pale pink eyes and skin white, like snow, easily identify the young man as albino. This is the most obvious thing about his appearance, and the rest of him is rather average: he stands only at 5'9", weighing in at about 150 lbs. Under his clothes, though, are lean and toned muscles. During the day, he wears sunglasses and clothes that protect his light skin from the harsh sun. At night, you might catch him in large hipster glasses or just contacts.
Pale pink
White
Agent
5'9" / 175cm
150lbs / 68kg
He has various piercings decorating his ears. As for tattoos, he has a tribal half sleeve on his right arm, its center piece flowers growing out of half a skull. On the inside of the wrist on his other arm, a minimalist bullet.
under your skin →
Ken comes off as pretty cool headed--maybe a little broody--but under enough pressure, he'll become very angry. Despite that darker side of him, he's generally friendly to the people around him and likes to laugh. He likes a neat, warm environment and is more introverted than extroverted even if he tries not to be. He's confident, but soft spoken. He may seem vain with the amount of time he puts into his appearance, but it's something he's picked up from both of his parents.
KB was pretty well adjusted growing up, though his parents always seemed more in love with each other than they were with him. So, without enough attention from either, he's grown up to love attention he does get, even if he won't admit it.
Guns, puzzles, people who can make him laugh, people watching
People with a stick up their ass, half breeds (and full breeds), melee
While he's an only child, both his parents had worked for Axis. While his father stuck with it (and recently died on the job), his mother quit long ago. Not to raise KB or anything, but she decided she needed something a little less dangerous so she could better garantee being there for her son and husband. So, she works as a detective for the local police department. Her connection to the Axis is useful for agents looking for civilian intel--including KB.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
There isn't a lot even an agent can get away with carrying around 24/7. So, usually, the most KB has is a hand pistol and knife. However, depending on the job, you could catch him with a sniper rifle or assault rifle.
+ Excellent marksmanship
+ Intelligent / Observant / Perceptive, whatever you'd like to call it
+ Confident
- Close combat--he's not terrible but he's pretty terrible if you consider the enemy
- Extended periods of sun exposure are especially bad for his skin and eyes, so he does most of his work at night
- Tbh he can't even use a gun without contacts and/or glasses because of what albinism does to his eyes
He's less of a combative role in the Axis and more of a researcher / intelligence gatherer. He's one of Axis' pairs of eyes, and he's usually one of the first to report strange activity. When he is on a job that'll spill blood, he prefers to do it from a very, very far distance. His weapon of choice is a sniper rifle, for example.
Flynn ] - ♀ ] - 24 ] - Tired ]
at first sight →
Branwen Flynn Mitchellson
Prefers Flynn
24
February 13th
Female
Southern USA
you're beautiful →
Flynn stands at 5'5" and has a slim figure, but tends to wear boots with a small heel to make her look just a little taller. She likes large sweaters or pretty dresses (with pockets) to wear in addition. I suppose if you wanted to label her style, it'd be "sloppy formal." Her dark hair is long and straight, framing a soft face. Her eyes are a little big and her nose small, giving her a cute appearance.
Blue
Dark brown
Halfbreed, demon
5'5" / 165cm
125lbs / 57kg
A simple piercing in each ear, nothing too fancy. On the inside of her wrist, a dark silhouette of a flying bird is inked.
under your skin →
Flynn is friendly enough, but these days she's very tired and doesn't smile as often. She enjoys company and has a plain sense of humor. She's extroverted by nature and craves stimulation outside her mid; as a result, she's always seeking something fun to do with other people. It's difficult for a half demon to keep friends, however, and she doesn't stay in one place for very long.
Her mother was human, so Flynn is relatively weak compared to other halfbreeds. She didn't know her mother very well, either, because giving birth to Flynn costed her her life. However, Flynn grew up very close to her father. He still lives, and works on his own plane to find what's been making Earth such an unsafe place. Flynn does her own work: protecting other halfbreeds and reluctantly assisting Axis with this unknown threat.
Blades, people, video games, drinking
Travel, Axis of course, politics, mango
An only child to her demon father, Flynn had been given a lot of attention growing up. Her mother passed away during childbirth, but her father has only loved her anyway, never making her feel blamed for her mother's death.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
Her father is a very strong demon, able to control and create lightning and electricity. He could even become electricity and travel at speeds unknown to earthlings. Flynn, however, can create sparks in her finger tips and "zoom" very short distances in a flash of electricity. As for equipment, she carries a large knife in her boot, but nothing more since getting close to her opponent is very easy. And them getting close is usually a mistake.
+ Typical strenghts of a halfbreed
+ She's particularly fast for even a halfbreed, however
+ Attentive to detail
- She's not the brighest bulb in the box
- She's extremely sympathetic toward other halfbreeds and will to great lengths to help them
- Has trouble settling conflict without a fight
- Has absolutely no clue how to use a gun
Pretty much the girl next store of halfbreeds, Idk what to put here lol |
52,522 | 1,423 | 2 | 1,836 | 2,633 | Vincent - Axis Agent and Layla - Halfbreed Angel
"Well now, isn't this a surprise?" Vincent muttered to himself as he received the message of gathering up in the Russia Axis Base for a mission. He was also ordered to bring Layla along which was odd to say the least. Well seeing as they said something about needing the help of halfbreeds, this wasn't much of a surprise. It was a big mission, Vincent could tell that much at least. And it would certainly involve fighting and having a healer by their side would be their best bet.
He continued on to pack his bags and alert Layla about the whole thing, which she unsurprisingly knew about as well. This wasn't his first time going out of the country but it seems he'll have to be out for a long time. Not that it really mattered. The person he grew up with and his dog will be going with him and he doesn't have any family to actually say goodbye to. The blind halfbreed, on the other hand, had gone around saying goodbye to the staff that didn't hate her and wished them to be safe while she's out. Most of those people had depended on her for healing so hopefully, when (or if) they come back, they'll still be fine.
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Vincent nodded as he led both Layla and Ichi on board the plane which they'll be using as transport to Russia. It didn't feel like it took a long time until they landed. This will be new territory for both of them and to be honest, Vincent was a little worried for his friend. He was willing to be that people here knew about her powers but only that, and wouldn't be treated with the same amount of kindness like in the previous base.
The black haired male sighed as he got off the plane with Layla's hand on his shoulder to guide her. It was hard for her as well to get used to this place and needed a guide lest she walk straight into a wall. Ichi calmly walked with them as well. He headed straight for the conference room after receiving the directions from a private that had welcomed them to the facility. He looked around, seeing that a lot of the agents were whispering to each other about the other halfbreeds before moving on to glaring at Layla. He could feel Layla's hand tighten on his shoulder. Poor girl, she could hear everything they were saying.
"We've arrived Layla." He whispered, knowing that the blind girl would know. He then pushed open the conference doors to see that four have already arrived at the place. "Greetings." Vincent said before lowering his head respectfully at them, and so did Layla. He didn't mention anything about himself as he saw that the others had files. It was obvious that their personal information were in those given that they would seem to be working together for now. He then began to move and Layla followed. He picked up one of the folders before searching for one in Braille. At least those who hired them weren't idiotic enough to forget to print one out for Layla.
He then led Layla to a seat and then headed for the one to the left of her and sat down there. He opened the files and began reading through them. Yeah, he was right. They had some information on each of them in here and they made a point to actually write that Layla was blind. Well that would be obvious from their entrance earlier but it wouldn't hurt to know for sure right?
Layla was also 'reading' through the files, committing to memory their names and such. However, she doesn't know who is who. She had to place a name on their voices. "If I may say something, I would like to hear you say your name as I do not know whose voice is who." She needed to get that out before the others start to speak at random later. It would greatly confuse her after all. | ”Hawk”] - Male ] - 22 ] - Marksman ]
at first sight →
”The name’s Vincent. Only Vincent.”
”Codename’s Hawk. That’s what most agents call me now.”
”We think it’s somewhere around 22.”
”I don’t have a birthday. I was taken in at June 28 though.”
”Male, obviously.”
”I was taken in from a young age. Don’t know where I came from.”
you're beautiful →
Vincent looks older than what he actually is. He is rather small for his age and looks lean. He rarely smiles on missions but when he isn't in a mission, there's a relaxed smile that is ever present in his face. When doing assassination attempts, he usually wears a mask to cover his identity. However, he is quick to hide this mask when he's in the public.
"I have black eyes. Some say that they look lifeless but I just say that these are the eyes of a killer."
"As black as my heart eyes."
”I’m an Axis Agent.”
”5’7.”
”Somewhere around 165 to 170 pounds.”
”My right arm is actually a cybernetic. I can open it at will and inside there’s a cartridge for my rifle and a compact smoke grenade.”
under your skin →
Vincent will do anything to do his job properly. You can say that he’s one of the people who just loves doing his work and his only reasoning is because he needs to repay the company for taking care of him ever since he was a child. It can be said that he doesn’t have any mercy or any form of morality. Anything is fair game to Vincent, may it be a child, a demon or an angel. As long as you’re his target, he will kill you. He has never been bribed into sparing anyone. However, when he does kill a child that is just right in front of him, he has a tendency to close his eyes as soon as he pulls the trigger.
However, outside of the job, Vincent is pretty relaxed and nice despite his rough upbringing in Axis. While he kills half-breeds, angels and demons as a job, he doesn’t have any personal grudges towards them although there are exceptions to these (like the one that ripped his arm off). He is brutally honest at times and is usually straightforward, not sparing any effort to sugarcoat the truth.
Vincent was one of the orphans that was taken in by the Axis so he grew up inside a facility with no one to call his family so he began thinking as the other kids as siblings their instructor as his father. He never saw much of the outside world when he was a child and instead of action figures and video games, he had guns and knives to play with. Holding a gun felt very natural to him. It was on an outdoor training when a demon appeared and began barraging him with attacks. He was alone and still very much inexperienced. He did everything he could to defeat the demon but couldn’t and lost his arm in the process. While he failed to defeat a rogue demon, they still allowed him to stay and made a cybernetic arm for him. He showed excellent marks when it comes to long-range assassination and also showed interest in robotics and such. He also grew up with Layla, a halfbreed angel, and still continues to take care of her and sometimes takes her with him on assassination missions, depending on what he needs.
Robotics, rifles, artificial limbs, Ichi, Axis, Layla
Missing a target, failure, annoying targets
”I don’t have any. Orphan here.”
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”I believe I’m an asexual.”
”Single.”
what lies unawaken →
At most assassination missions, he brings with him a Barrett XM500 with thermal vision. Also on missions, he carries two Glock 17s. He always has two‘Baby Glocks’ and two knives hidden within his person.
+ Expert marksman
+ Hacking
+ Assembling guns and hiding them (whenever he needs a concealed rifle)
+ His right arm is made of one of the toughest metals on Earth so it’s pretty sturdy
- Catch him without a weapon and he won’t be too big of a problem
- Will risk his life just to finish the job
- His right arm can malfunction at certain situations
- Actually has a weak spot for kids (he shuts his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The split second given by this habit is enough for his downfall.)
Vincent has a German Shepherd named Ichi derived from "Ichaival", a mythological Norse weapon. It serves as his guard and attack dog when he's on sniping missions. It is very loyal to its master. Vincent had picked up the dog when he was in his teen years when he saw it abandoned as a pup and with permission, made it his own.
Ichi is well known inside the Axis base that Vincent is stationed at. It is more than an attack dog as when it doesn't go on missions, it's usually out and delivering letters.
Layla] - Female ] - 22 ] - Caretaker ]
at first sight →
Layla
People often refer to her as “Doc” when they start to trust her.
22
October 31, or so she was told
Female
She vaguely remembers slums but grew up in an Axis facility.
you're beautiful →
Layla has, what a person calls, an ‘average figure’. She doesn’t have much of a chest and is rather average in the height department, if not smaller. What does catch other’s attention is her blurred eyes and then the gentle smile on her face. She always seems to wear a doctor’s lab coat just to look professional and carries around a retractable cane. She does have wing tattoos on her back which, when activated, actually turn into white angel wings.
A blurred violet
light brown.
Halfbreed Angel
5’5
136 lbs
The Axis made her contacts that would make her look like she’s not blind but she leaves it behind at most times, even lost them once or twice. Her wings were actually modified to be able to contract her wings into a tattoo so she wouldn’t stand out too much but everyone in the facility knows about it anyway. Her back also has multiple scars that couldn't be fully healed thanks to these experiments.
under your skin →
Layla is a very calm and caring person. Despite knowing that the Axis, whom she is working for, killed her parents and took her in as some sort of healing slave, she doesn’t bear a grudge towards them. She is passive about a lot of things. She believes that they treat her well enough, given that she was allowed free roam around the facility and even create friends despite her obviously different properties. She is also highly dependent on Vincent when it comes to her personal life when they were young so that’s why she was able to forge a friendly relationship with him.
Layla was born to an angel mother and a human father, causing her to actually have pretty distinct angel physical looks and powers. It was only when she was eight when the Axis raided their home and killed both of her parents. Upon seeing the blind child, they took her in and experimented on her angel wings. It caused pain and they were able to actually hide the wings. They also found that she was able to heal humans, making her quite an asset. But they had to assure her loyalty, and thus was left to Vincent to take care of her and become her ‘friend’. And so she grew up around killer humans who hunt her own kind, but for some odd reason or another, she doesn’t have the heart to hate them. Perhaps it was because of her angel half?
Books, Helping, Animals (Ichi especially), Healing, Vincent
Extreme flavors of food, Life and death situations, Her friends getting hurt
They’re dead.
skip a heartbeat →
Demisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
She has the power of flight and can lift at most, twice her size while flying. Any more and she begins have more noticeable difficulties. She also has the power of healing. This works on humans, demons and other angels. She also has a much higher sense of hearing, to the point where she sometimes uses echolocation to figure out where she is, and touch, which she uses for medical purposes (checking for any fractures, heartbeat and things that need actual equipment to figure out.)
+ She can fly and lift twice her size while she’s at it
+ She has the power of healing which she can use on herself
+ Her echolocation skills are very advanced and can probably get through a complicated maze without much trouble
- For one, she’s blind and thus cannot properly defend herself.
- While she does have heightened senses, most of the time, she fails to notice who she is talking to or is beside her until they speak up.
- She gets tired when she treats truly fatal wounds
- She doesn’t have the heart to kill other people (unless extremely angered which is hard to do)
There are times where she would take care of Ichi, Vincent’s German Shepherd, so she actually grows close to the dog.
Despite her disability, she learned how to write. She also knows Morse code which she often uses to convey hidden messages to Vincent. |
52,523 | 1,423 | 3 | 921 | 18 | "And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes our show!"
A burst of blazing-white butterflies flew up from the stage, dazzling the audience with a wave of rainbows and light.
That had been 40 minutes ago. Now, Nyra sat in her room, playing with the performance mask in her hands. There had been the usual applause, the signing of tacky merchandise, fan photographs and escaping to her backstage room to remove the mask that hid her identity. After all, it was far nicer shopping for groceries in peace.
The problem was that this time, she'd felt a sense of unease. It was hard to see with the mask obscuring her vision, but Nyra could've sworn that there had been what she could only describe as 'shady' people, watching her from a corner of the room. It just didn't feel right. After leaving with the rest of the staff, she hurried home, and after a tiring train journey found herself standing outside her apartment, keys in hand, staring at an open door.
"That's not right...." Nyra pulled her concealed handgun out. Gingerly stepping into the darkened flat, she cast her eyes left and right, scanning the room for any intruders. "I know you're in here, you thieves - come out and I won't put a bullet in you!"
What happened next all seemed like a blur. The intruders had revealed themselves, narrowly avoiding getting shot, and after an intense discussion about Axis and some story about a dangerous fourth realm, Nyra just laughed in their faces. As if she'd give up her spotlight to get chummy with some shady organisation! Problem was, after the 'will you help us' card didn't work, they'd resorted to threatening her little cousin Charlie.
So now here she was, walking down some hallway filled with strangers. Scowling, Nyra slammed open the door to the conference room, grabbing a chair furthest from the rest of the group and began to flick through the documents in front of her.
Another boring day at the office.... Tarn sighed, answering what seemed like the millionth call from yet another angry customer.
"I'm sorry for the wait, how may I help you?" He winced, pulling the headset away from his ear as the customer began yelling, "yes, I'm very sorry sir. It just states in your contract that - " The phoneline went dead.
Huh. That was weird, usually he had to listen to the usual threats of 'this company is useless', 'get the manager' and 'unacceptable!' before they gave up ranting at him. Tarn would also be answering another call by now, but there was nothing but static. Leaning back on his chair, he yelled down the line of office cubicles, waving at a man by the water cooler.
"James, I think this headset's broken!" The technician hurried over. "It's gone all silent - "
"Hello?" The sound flared back into life, and James rolled his eyes, muttering something about wasting his time.
"I'm sorry for the wait, how may I help you?"
"Haven't you been noticing strange things lately? An increase in unexplained deaths on the news?" The voice said.
"Ha ha, very amusing, it's not like this company ever gets prank calls. Unless you have a real problem, I'm going to be hanging up now - "
"We know who you are, Tarn Brevit".
He froze, eyes growing wide with fear, pulse rising. There was a loud crunch as the desk beneath Tarn's fingertips split, wood splintering as the emotions causing his nails to turn into demon claws.
"What do you want?" Voice shaking noticeably, he began to gather his belongings together, ready to flee at a moment's notice. How did they know?
"Relax, you don't need to run. Let's have a chat first." Tarn gritted his teeth. Of course they were watching him, his mother had warned him about Axis, and despite all his care he'd ended up found out anyway. If he tried to escape now, they'd probably just find him again.
"...ok."
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It had been quite a surprise. Tarn had been convinced that it was the end, that he was going to end up in some horrific experiment, just like in the rumors spread round the half-breed world. Instead, he found himself walking into a conference room. Free of shackles, no guns pointed at him, nothing. It was all completely unexpected.
The caller had 'explained' a lot to him, and although Tarn still felt suspicious, he'd decided to play along. Sitting down, he eyed the others in the room briefly before checking the documents on the table, in particular his own - and smiled as he noticed that they knew about his claws but not his tail.
So they don't know everything. Truth be told, he was more relaxed about the fact that he hadn't been watched in the shower, as this was the one time his tail - currently wrapped around his torso - was exposed to see. Glancing up, Tarn looked at the others.
Who can I trust? | Tarn ] - Male ] - 24 ] - Cautious ]
at first sight →
Tarn Brevit (dislikes people calling him by his surname)
'That guy with the headphones', Tar
24
February 21st
Male
Originally from Scotland
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Tarn takes care with his appearance, having a great interest in dressing fashionably. More often than not, he can be seen wearing a pair of semi-transparent headphones - though this is mainly to help him avoid conversations with other people, and they are usually not playing any music. Slightly taller than average, with messy dark brown hair, a pale complexion (he has his Scottish heritage to thank for that) and a lean build. Usually wears high-necked shirts/jackets and/or scarves, in order to hide a nasty scar he has by his left collarbone. In addition, Tarn has a piercing in his left eyebrow.
He has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail can become sharp and bladed when under stress (see P O W E R S section). This tail is made of something rather heavy, so he avoids stepping on weighing scales.
Turquoise due to being a halfbreed, but he wears green contacts to hide this
Dark brown
Halfbreed (demon)
6"1 or 185cm
Uncertain, all that Tarn knows is that he's lean and muscular for his height. Would be much heavier than normal due to his tail weighing a lot.
Pierced left eyebrow. He'd love a tattoo, but has a huge fear of needles.
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Despite his seemingly cold exterior, Tarn is actually an incredibly nice guy - he just can't afford to let others get close to him. The isolation has started to get to him though, and he often finds himself almost talking to people before he can stop himself. He tends to manage this by instead feeding and looking after the many stray dogs around his area, occasionally letting some sleep in his flat - though the landlord would not approve if they found out! Before the incident in Scotland, he used to be a fun and outgoing guy, with a love of humor, art and videogames, and now hides all of this personality behind a wall. So far it's kept him safe from the likes of rumors and Axis.
He knows he can't keep it up forever though, and cracks are beginning to form.
Born to a demon mother and human father in a remote area of Scotland, Tarn lived a pretty normal childhood until the age of 16. He received his scar one night after a party, when someone tried to mug him at knife-point on his way home. Tarn would normally have handed over his valuables, but was heavily underneath the influence of alcohol - all the police know is that the pair of them woke up in hospital the following morning, Tarn with the knife-wound to his left shoulder, and the other guy with far more serious injuries.
This event shook Tarn a lot, and he left Scotland to go to university in the USA. He's now employed as an office-worker, and spends most of his earnings on technology and clothes, as he has few friends. This is more an act of self-preservation, due to his mother teaching him about his demon heritage after the mugging incident, and warning him about Axis. He reckons that the fewer friends he has, the lower the chances of suspicion.
Draws and paints a lot on the side, selling them for extra cash. Usually the pictures revolve around demons.
Art, dogs, noodle bars, being alone in the wilderness and quiet places. Plus the latest technology and clothes - Tarn is rather materialistic, having grown up in a remote area of Scotland and having nobody to spend his new source of income on but himself.
Needles (Tarn has an intense fear of them), alcohol (since the mugging incident) and boring conversations with his co-workers.
Doesn't hate Axis as he's not had any experience dealing with them - he just knows to be wary due to the warnings from his mother.
He has a demon mother and human father, but they still reside in Scotland, and for safety's sake he doesn't communicate with them. No other family/siblings.
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Bisexual
Single. Had a childhood fling around the age of 16, but hasn't had a relationship since.
what lies unawaken →
Tarn is uncertain of what the extent of his demon powers are. What he does know is that his fingernails can become incredibly tough and claw-like when threatened, and he has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail acts like his fingernails, and can become sharp and bladed when under stress.
- Perceptive / intelligent
- Keeps himself in good shape, can run & jump better than a human can
- Attends classes for close quarters combat (call it paranoia)
- Left arm is weakened due to his old stab wound. Hitting the scarred area can cause intense pain.
- Terrified of needles
- No friends or contacts / poor social skills
- Can't use any weapon/gun that requires 2 hands, due to his left shoulder
Tarn is incredibly fond of dogs, and often feeds the strays around his area. He can't actually keep one due to the landlord's rules, but usually lets a few of his favourite strays into his flat.
Nyra Williams] - Female ] - 23 ] - Ambitious ]
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Nyra Williams
Her stage name is "Light-twister" or simply "Twister"
23
September 16th
Female
Born in Norway
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Nyra has a thin frame, with pale skin, light brown eyes and short, very-dark blue hair. She has an unnatural beauty to her face (due to her angel heritage), a quality that she often uses to her advantage.
Light brown
Very very dark blue (looks almost black)
Halfbreed (angel)
5"6 or 167cm
128 lbs
None. She had some metalwork placed in her leg when she broke it as a kid, but it was only for medical purposes, in order to help it heal straight.
under your skin →
Craves attention / loves socialising / charismatic / quick to anger / slow to trust others
Born to a large extended family, Nyra grew up having to fight for attention. Perhaps this is what has fueled her passion for winning & being the center of the spotlight, leading her to perform in Illusionist shows - she has used her half breed powers to increase her fame in this career, and now has a decent sized fanbase.
When performing, Nyra wears a mask. Some say it's to add to the drama - but really it's because it hides the fact that her eyes turn gold when she's using her powers.
- Winning
- Parties & socialising
- Guns
- Loud music
- People who get 'straight-to-the-point' when talking
- Losing
- Big egos & smooth-talkers
- Kids
Nyra has a large extended family - many uncles, many cousins, many - well, you name it, she has one (or four!). She occasionally gives them free tickets to her shows to keep the peace, and although she dislikes kids, Nyra sometimes babysits her 12 year old cousin Charlie - an odd little girl who is the one kid Nyra doesn't mind. She's not certain where her angel heritage came from, and has never bothered to ask.
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Bisexual (prefers men)
Single (with plenty of one-night stands)
what lies unawaken →
Nyra can manipulate light, and this is the basis for her 'Illusionist' shows: whether this is forming it into shapes (such as butterflies) or splitting it to produce colourful, but harmless, displays of colour. For combat purposes, she can create super-bright bursts of light to try to momentarily blind the enemy, attempt to disorientate them with light displays, or 'remove' the light from a small area to increase the shadows in which to hide.
Despite the usefulness of this light-manipulation, Nyra is unable to hurt others with her power. For this purpose, she carries both a handgun and a small blade, concealed on her person.
- Charismatic (as you have to be, for her line of work!)
- Good with a handgun
- Reasonably well-off money wise
- Her powers can't actually hurt people
- Quick to anger, can be a bit of an asshole at times
- Slow to trust others
- Eyes glow gold when she's using her powers, (so this is a big giveaway)
Has a lot of 'friends'. Some are fake, others are true friends. |
52,524 | 1,423 | 4 | 1,625 | 873 | Sonya Helsing - Agent
The steady flow of people that entered the room had Sonya's mind racing as the facts from the files played through her head. She noted that there was three agents total and five half-breeds. She had noticed that the dossiers on the half-breeds noted some of their powers and ways to combat these powers, while the agents dossiers only listed some of their strengths and none of their weaknesses. It was evident that the Axis didn't trust their new "friends".
Sonya knew that if any of the half breeds read the files that they would be cross. It not a good way to start the team. But it was too late now, all she could do was smile and great them warmly.
"Pleasure to meet you Flynn, I'm Sonya." She said with a soft warm smile that reached her eyes. She could see that the girl demon half-breed relaxed slightly upon seeing Blake. No doubt she could sense that he was half demon. Which was probably a good thing as from the file the girl was prone to being aggressive, though Blake was no better. If anything his file warned of extreme aggression.
Once the other agents arrived she felt a little bit more at ease, plus it was nice to see people actually reading the dossiers given to them. But she knew Blake wouldn't bother reading them, he preferred to be "surprised".
Once the other two half-breeds showed up (some clearly upset), she turned to the angel half-breed. "My name is Sonya Helsing, it's good to have you on the team miss Layla." She said in a friendly tone before smiling and nodding at Vincent, who she had heard about but never actually met. She was rather pleased to have not one but two skilled assassin's, though she knew that they were long distance assassin's not close range.
She was about to say something to some of the half-breeds, but a hologram suddenly appeared in the middle of the table. It had surprised her slightly but she didn't show it. The hologram showed an older man in full military uniform, his face was fierce And he didn't look like a man that would back down from a fight.
"Hello Agents and team members." Said the man gruffly. "I trust you have all read the files supplied, by now you have questions about the mission. I'm here to give you a run down, any questions will be answered later." The man said in stern tone. Sonya got the impression that he wasn't one to be interrupted.
"You have been gather because for the first time in human history, we are facing a foe that we know little to nothing about. But what we do know is that they are powerful and are a threat to the human race." He paused for a moment as if daring the half-breeds to protest before continuing. "We are sending you to London, to a place we had thought we cornered this new threat.... it ended badly for our people and a few civilians. We are hoping you will find clues that we have missed. Questions?"
Sonya had listened to the man and suddenly wondered how the Axis had missed anything in London. They weren't sloppy in their work when it came to finding clues about demons, angels and half-breeds. So sending them to an already searched area seemed pointless. She was sure the other agents felt the same way.
Blake Helsing - Demon
Blake had closed his eyes which made it look like he was sleeping, but he was fully aware of Sonya and some of the people passing the room. He had only opened his eyes when a demon half-breed walked into the room, the female eyed Sonya before looking at him and waving. He simply nodded, his expression non changing, others filed in and he gave them the same cold dead expression. In truth this was the first time he had been in a room with this many people and it had him on edge. For one he recognized the male agent with the female angel half-breed, as he was sure the guy had hunted him. But thanks to his sister, who had pulled strings to get the agent off his case, he didn't have to worry about him. Though he was sure he would've been back on his case, as gods know he was a monster. The Axis wouldn't forget about him. Two, he could sense everyone's emotions and if he wished he could amplify their feelings of fear, hate and resentment, but that would put his sister in harms way. But his demon side was demanding it of him and it took all his strength not to give in.
When Layla asked for the others to give their names, her voice almost seared him. They were opposites, though he doubted the other half-breed demons felt it like he did. He didn't say anything while his sister and a few others gave their names to the girl.
Thankfully a hologram appeared in the middle of the table. It was of some old guy, most likely a higher up. Blake already disliked the dude, he wasn't sure why other than he was part of the Axis. But that seemed like reason enough for him.
After the old man stopped talking and asked if anyone had questions, the room fell silent. Blake had heard about London and was glad that some of the Axis was no more, but he had wondered who had planned such a trap. As the Axis took every precaution under the sun and moon when dealing with an unknown. He only knew that much because of his sister and mother.
Who ever planned the trap wasn't demon or angel, or at least they hadn't admitted it yet. He mulled the thoughts over in his head before sitting forward and looking up blankly at the hologram.
"What if we find nothing?" He asked in a cold tone, it was evident that he was agitated but from what it was unclear.
"You come back here and will be given further instructions." The hologram man said.
Blake didn't blink as he continued to look coldly at the hologram. Anything found, will hurt my people.... we will not be helping them He thought before slowly nodding and leaning back in his chair. He could see Sonya looking at him with what looked like concern. This was going to be a hard mission as one he would be around others and two his sister would see a part of him that he hated most.
He looked at some of the others to see if they had any questions as he was done with his. | PLEASE DO NOT POST HERE UNLESS ACCEPTED.
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Blake Helsing] - Male ] - 25yrs ] - Aggressive ]
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"Blake Helsing"
"Helsing."
"25 yrs roughly"
"none of your business"
"Male"
"Why do you care to know?"
you're beautiful →
"I'm tall and lean, though muscular. I have a sharp look, or so people say, as my jaw line is vary angular and my nose comes to a point. I like to stay in shape as you never know when someone wants to break your neck, though as I said before I'm lean so you can't tell just how strong I am. "
"Blue"
"Blond"
" Half demon, so back off"
"6'6"
"195lbs"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know."
under your skin →
Aggressive: Blake is really aggressive and will not care to run over if you get in his way. If you are brave enough to challenge him physically, you better be ready for him to be overly aggressive and enraged.
Head Strong: Blake usually doesn't care to hear what others have to say, but when he does and your views go against his own he will become head strong and say that you are wrong. Even if you make a good argument or are right he will still say that you are wrong. Also as soon as he has made up his mind on something there is little anyone can do to change it.
Withdrawn/Silent: Blake doesn't like to talk much and its rare for anyone to get a full conversation from him. He doesn't like people to much so he finds that he has no need for words. If you do happen to get him to talk it means that he finds you interesting though once he loses interest he will stop talking to you.
Fight/Flight: Blake has a strong self preservation and will either fight, if he thinks he can win, or run, if he thinks that the threat is to great. He wont normally save others unless he finds them interesting.
Curious: Blake can be quite curious in certain things and once he is curious about something he will go to no ends to figure out everything about the thing he is interested in.
"My history is my own, ask Sonya if you want to know."
"Guns, swords, dark shadows, being on my own. And my sister"
"People, most animals, books, most nice things. The Axis!"
"I have a sister, you don't need to know more."
skip a heartbeat →
Straight
Single
what lies unawaken →
Blake can summon shadows and can bring out the worst in people. The shadows he summons can rip someone to shreds ( at great cost ), blind / confuse ( less cost ), and can even be made into shadowy wings ( Medium ).
Being part Emotion Eater demon ( aka emo eater ), he can cause others to feel or act out a certain way. He can gain some strength when someone is feeling depressed, enraged, agony, etcetera. But this only when people are feeling extreme emotions.
- physically strong - great reflexes - sharp eye sight - great at remaining hidden
- bad communication skills - once he loses his cool and is in demon mode it's hard for him to calm down - his sister, as he would do anything to keep her safe.
Sonya and Blake are twins but only one is half demon. The Axis doesn't know this.
Sonya Helsing] - Female ] - 25yrs ] - Strong ]
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"My name is Sonya Helsing
"Sunny"
"I'm 25yrs old"
"Sept, 12th"
"I am Female"
"I did most of my growing up in Russia, where exactly was I born I have no idea"
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"I'm not as tall as my brother nor as strong. But I am well muscled and can handle nearly anything that comes my way. My frame is very feminine with enticing curves, or so I have been told. I have an almost a doll like face other than my right eye which has scarring around it."
"both were blue, but only one is now the other is more a sandy colour"
Blonde
"I am an Axis agent."
5'6
169lbs
"My right eye has been enhanced (see history) so I can see nearly as well as my brother in that eye."
under your skin →
Strong- Sonya can handle her own in nearly any situation. It doesn't have to be physical strength but emotional and mental strength. She had gone through a lot and has come all the stronger.
Charming - one of the few things not taught in the Axis is how to be charming. But Sonya excels at it, she is a natural at winning people over. The Axis took notice of this when she was younger and groomed her for spy work. Now she uses her charms to get information.
Flirty - Sonya can be a ruthless flirt, which seems to go hand in hand with being charming. It's all part of her skills and the grooming she got from the Axis.
Confident - she always seems to believe that she can't fail, which can sometimes be taken as cocky. But she must believe that she and the Axis can make and with the fewest deaths possible.
Anxious - under all her charms, strength and confidence she is very anxious and even paranoid. She constantly worries about her brother and what would happen if the Axis found out. She can't bare the thought of the Axis torturing her brother in the effort to get info out of him. Or to learn why he is half demon and she is not.
"My mother was an Axis agent a long time ago, who, from what I can dig up, was raped by an Emo Eater. I'm not sure why she didn't have an abortion, but I am grateful. She is well known in the Axis for having been one of their best spies. But no one knows why she suddenly disappeared 25yrs ago, not until I showed up at an Axis headquarters with a note pinned to my basket. All it said that I was Helsing's daughter and that my name was Sonya, at least I know my mother named me.
Growing up in the Axis was hard and having a great spy of a mother was hard to live up to. Everybody expected great things from me, it was hard growing up with that kind of pressure, but I endured. By the time I was 15 I was sent on my first mission. It wasn't anything major, my team and I were just searching for an artifact. But something went terribly wrong and we were attacked by a band of demons. I did my best to fight them off but I got hit in the face and fell. I don't remember much other than seeing another demon suddenly appear and fight off the rest. Only me and one other survived. We were later told that we were getting a medal for Bravery for fighting off the demon trap. I never told them what I saw or thought I saw. It was during this time that my vision and colour in my right eye began to fade. My Axis cell quickly reached out to our top doctors in eye and cybernetic research, they were able to save my eye and enhance its vision though the colour would never come back. Plus I would have to live with the scarring.
After I was healed I began to wonder about the demon I saw. No demon would save young Axis agents that much I knew for sure. I began to search for this unknown person without telling anyone. The Axis did not need to know and I felt that more people would just get in my way. Looking back now I was foolish not to tell anybody, as it could of gone horribly wrong. But I want to know and the more I dug around the more I began to notice small clues. These weren't ordinary clues though, as I began to get the feeling that they were being left for me to find. Being young and stupid I followed the s bread crumbs until they lead to an old church in Rome, oddly enough it was a church my mother use to love as it over looked the country side.
That was when I met Blake, he was waiting for me. He was sitting in the front pew in the empty church. I remember how he turned around slowly, his eyes were fierce and cold, his face was stern and his body ridged. But as he stared at me his whole expression changed and seemed to soften a little. All I was able to ask was 'Why?' And all he responded was 'I had to meet my twin sister.'
I should of walked out right then and there but I didn't. Instead I asked a thousand questions and he answered them all. And from that moment forward I had a brother and he a sister. And we have been protecting each other ever since."
"the game of getting information, animals, old books, finding artifacts, the Axis and my brother"
Fighting, assassination(I can do it but I rather not), failing, demons and rogue angels
"I have a brother, but no one knows about him."
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
Sonya carries a small hand gun, three hidden blades, the latest tazer designed to affect a demons or angels powers. Plus she also carries powders / poisons in some of her jewelry that she wears.
¤ Charismatic
¤ Quick witted
¤ Observant
¤ Confident
¤ great sight in her right eye
¤ Not bad in hand to hand combat
¤ not the best in heavy weaponry
¤ doesn't like to assassinate prefers straight up fight.
¤ can sometimes over think about a situation
¤ her brother as she tries to protect him from the Axis.
¤ she likes to believe that there shades of grey in her work, when somethings are clearly black and white.
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52,525 | 1,423 | 5 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Flynn ]
With each half breed--particularly half demon--Flynn grew a little more comfortable. Her eyes lingered on Layla, a half angel..And blind? She scowled a bit, but humored her: "I'm Flynn." She much preferred fellow half demons, but she believed half angels were just as much victims of Axis, too. Especially small, pretty, blind ones; seemed easy to take advantage of. Though, why such a weak member was put on the team puzzled Flynn. She looked to the man who accompanied the half angel. Gross, she thought--not only of him. But the whole situation.
She blinked at the hologram as it appeared, her eyebrows raising. "Oh," she said dumbly. He said something about files, and she stayed silent as she glanced around at the others. They all seemed to be aware of the files, but her face turned a slight pink as she realized she didn't even think to take a look at them. Her embarrassment saved the holographic man the trouble of her protesting the "threat to the human race" as if half breeds and their parents weren't suffering, too. After that, she was afraid to ask any questions even when prompted.
KB ]
"KB," he offered to Sonya on request, allowing her the chance to hear his soft voice. KB's gaze didn't lift from the file in his hand, however. He continued to flip through the files, one by one, even as the Axis officer appeared as a hologram to prep them. Occasionally, he would look up, connecting the half breed in front of him to the one in the file, but he was otherwise quiet.
London. His gaze hardened as anger and sadness swelled up in his chest. The words on the file became difficult to read and he took a break to glare at the hologram instead. His father had died in London; Agent Bromheart had been a force of nature within Axis, one of their best front line fighters. One of the scariest to half breed alike full alike. The other agents may not have had much interest in London, but KB definitely did.
He drew in a low breath as Blake proposed his own question. Then, KB spoke up, his voice almost cheery. "Pip pip cheerio, then, thanks for the briefing," he mocked in a fake British accent. He clearly wasn't too interested in hearing any other questions. | KB ] - ♂ ] - 24 ] - Watcher ]
at first sight →
Kenji Bromheart
KB, Ken
24
April 20
Male
North Eastern USA
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Pale pink eyes and skin white, like snow, easily identify the young man as albino. This is the most obvious thing about his appearance, and the rest of him is rather average: he stands only at 5'9", weighing in at about 150 lbs. Under his clothes, though, are lean and toned muscles. During the day, he wears sunglasses and clothes that protect his light skin from the harsh sun. At night, you might catch him in large hipster glasses or just contacts.
Pale pink
White
Agent
5'9" / 175cm
150lbs / 68kg
He has various piercings decorating his ears. As for tattoos, he has a tribal half sleeve on his right arm, its center piece flowers growing out of half a skull. On the inside of the wrist on his other arm, a minimalist bullet.
under your skin →
Ken comes off as pretty cool headed--maybe a little broody--but under enough pressure, he'll become very angry. Despite that darker side of him, he's generally friendly to the people around him and likes to laugh. He likes a neat, warm environment and is more introverted than extroverted even if he tries not to be. He's confident, but soft spoken. He may seem vain with the amount of time he puts into his appearance, but it's something he's picked up from both of his parents.
KB was pretty well adjusted growing up, though his parents always seemed more in love with each other than they were with him. So, without enough attention from either, he's grown up to love attention he does get, even if he won't admit it.
Guns, puzzles, people who can make him laugh, people watching
People with a stick up their ass, half breeds (and full breeds), melee
While he's an only child, both his parents had worked for Axis. While his father stuck with it (and recently died on the job), his mother quit long ago. Not to raise KB or anything, but she decided she needed something a little less dangerous so she could better garantee being there for her son and husband. So, she works as a detective for the local police department. Her connection to the Axis is useful for agents looking for civilian intel--including KB.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
There isn't a lot even an agent can get away with carrying around 24/7. So, usually, the most KB has is a hand pistol and knife. However, depending on the job, you could catch him with a sniper rifle or assault rifle.
+ Excellent marksmanship
+ Intelligent / Observant / Perceptive, whatever you'd like to call it
+ Confident
- Close combat--he's not terrible but he's pretty terrible if you consider the enemy
- Extended periods of sun exposure are especially bad for his skin and eyes, so he does most of his work at night
- Tbh he can't even use a gun without contacts and/or glasses because of what albinism does to his eyes
He's less of a combative role in the Axis and more of a researcher / intelligence gatherer. He's one of Axis' pairs of eyes, and he's usually one of the first to report strange activity. When he is on a job that'll spill blood, he prefers to do it from a very, very far distance. His weapon of choice is a sniper rifle, for example.
Flynn ] - ♀ ] - 24 ] - Tired ]
at first sight →
Branwen Flynn Mitchellson
Prefers Flynn
24
February 13th
Female
Southern USA
you're beautiful →
Flynn stands at 5'5" and has a slim figure, but tends to wear boots with a small heel to make her look just a little taller. She likes large sweaters or pretty dresses (with pockets) to wear in addition. I suppose if you wanted to label her style, it'd be "sloppy formal." Her dark hair is long and straight, framing a soft face. Her eyes are a little big and her nose small, giving her a cute appearance.
Blue
Dark brown
Halfbreed, demon
5'5" / 165cm
125lbs / 57kg
A simple piercing in each ear, nothing too fancy. On the inside of her wrist, a dark silhouette of a flying bird is inked.
under your skin →
Flynn is friendly enough, but these days she's very tired and doesn't smile as often. She enjoys company and has a plain sense of humor. She's extroverted by nature and craves stimulation outside her mid; as a result, she's always seeking something fun to do with other people. It's difficult for a half demon to keep friends, however, and she doesn't stay in one place for very long.
Her mother was human, so Flynn is relatively weak compared to other halfbreeds. She didn't know her mother very well, either, because giving birth to Flynn costed her her life. However, Flynn grew up very close to her father. He still lives, and works on his own plane to find what's been making Earth such an unsafe place. Flynn does her own work: protecting other halfbreeds and reluctantly assisting Axis with this unknown threat.
Blades, people, video games, drinking
Travel, Axis of course, politics, mango
An only child to her demon father, Flynn had been given a lot of attention growing up. Her mother passed away during childbirth, but her father has only loved her anyway, never making her feel blamed for her mother's death.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
Her father is a very strong demon, able to control and create lightning and electricity. He could even become electricity and travel at speeds unknown to earthlings. Flynn, however, can create sparks in her finger tips and "zoom" very short distances in a flash of electricity. As for equipment, she carries a large knife in her boot, but nothing more since getting close to her opponent is very easy. And them getting close is usually a mistake.
+ Typical strenghts of a halfbreed
+ She's particularly fast for even a halfbreed, however
+ Attentive to detail
- She's not the brighest bulb in the box
- She's extremely sympathetic toward other halfbreeds and will to great lengths to help them
- Has trouble settling conflict without a fight
- Has absolutely no clue how to use a gun
Pretty much the girl next store of halfbreeds, Idk what to put here lol |
52,526 | 1,423 | 6 | 1,836 | 2,633 | Vincent - Axis Agent and Layla - Halfbreed Angel
Under the table, Layla tapped Vincent who in turn looked at her and then nodded. She began tapping his arm to send hidden messages. She had a frown on her face, while it wasn't very obvious from an outsider's perspective, anyone who actually knew her for a long time would know that she wasn't too happy about what was written on the files. She had 'read' that the Axis agents will be supplied with the liquid that can forcefully contract her wings. Not only will it be without her permission but it's also very very painful, like those times when she had been experimented on.
Vincent, while tapping her his message, directed his attention to the two who walked in. An angel halfbreed and a demon halfbreed, both clearly not liking the fact that they were there. Well truth be told, all of them, with the sole exception of Layla who grew up in the facility, did not like being there. Not that he blamed them or anything. They were old enemies after all.
He could vaguely remember Blake's file in his hands before, but it was an assassination mission and he was the target. While the black haired male was relentless when it came to finishing his missions, he was suddenly pulled back saying that the case went cold or something. He guessed that something happened which led to them cancelling the mission. He didn't really care, it was one mission off of his back.
After the two exchanged codes, Sonya had decided to introduce herself and soon Flynn did so as well. Layla smiled gratefully at them, following it with two taps on the ground using her cane. While it may look weird and utterly pointless to the others, it served as her 'eyes'. She could guess that everyone was there and she can certainly feel that the halfbreeds were there. They... felt different than the agents. Some part of her was glad that she is able to be in a team with others of her kind and the other part was scared. This was her first time being allowed to interact with other halfbreeds, save for those she heals, so this was a new experience for her.
Vincent then looked at Sonya. "I've heard a great deal about you Ms. Hellsing. It's an honor to work with you." He had heard about her mother and how she was one of the greatest agents in Axis. But that was besides the matter, Sonya, herself, was an excellent information gatherer and all-around agent. He then turned to the albino agent, KB. "You too Sir KB." Another gatherer of information and an apt assassin like him. While all three of them had some reputation, they weren't exactly the best out of all the agents. Could it possibly be that they were running out of top agents or something? He then turned to the halfbreeds. Having the top brass actually agree to taking them and forming a team consisting of both races… all well, all three, was a real surprise. He simply cracked a smile at the other races.
Layla was willing to say something to the halfbreeds, to break the ice and everything. Unlike the agents who had heard about each other through work, they didn't know anything about each other besides the ones on the files. Before she could speak, however, she could hear some sort of technology activating which was then followed by an unfamiliar voice. It was only then that Vincent explained that it was a hologram and she nodded.
The two listened intently to what the man had said, both not reacting too much to what he was saying. Vincent placed his arms on the table as he listened, stifling a yawn that he felt was coming. However, as he ended, his eyes narrowed at the hologram. They were sending them to London even though it was already searched? To add more to that, looking for clues that the agents might've missed? Axis is very thorough when it came to investigating and now they're saying that they may have missed something?
It was then that Blake spoke, asking what would happen if they didn't find anything. It was a good question. There's a high possibility that nothing would be waiting for them there. If the agents have missed it before, it might've been cleaned up already. The hologram responded by stating that they would be taken back here and then will be given new orders. Fair enough. It looks like they'll be sticking with each other for quite some time.
He felt another tug on his sleeve and he turned to Layla who had a questioning look on her face. He leaned towards her to whisper that it was Blake and then KB who spoke and she nodded. Having read Blake's file, she could guess why he didn't tell her his name or even made a sound so she could differentiate his voice from others. And from his tone, she could feel that he was slightly agitated.
"In the case that we do meet this threat, should we capture or kill?" It was something he had to ask. Whether it be halfbreed, fullbreed, human or something else entirely, he was willing to put a bullet through its head... or wherever its vital point was. That thing caused a lot of agents' deaths and he heard that it was creating unease in heaven and hell too so he would like to put an end to it as soon as possible. | ”Hawk”] - Male ] - 22 ] - Marksman ]
at first sight →
”The name’s Vincent. Only Vincent.”
”Codename’s Hawk. That’s what most agents call me now.”
”We think it’s somewhere around 22.”
”I don’t have a birthday. I was taken in at June 28 though.”
”Male, obviously.”
”I was taken in from a young age. Don’t know where I came from.”
you're beautiful →
Vincent looks older than what he actually is. He is rather small for his age and looks lean. He rarely smiles on missions but when he isn't in a mission, there's a relaxed smile that is ever present in his face. When doing assassination attempts, he usually wears a mask to cover his identity. However, he is quick to hide this mask when he's in the public.
"I have black eyes. Some say that they look lifeless but I just say that these are the eyes of a killer."
"As black as my heart eyes."
”I’m an Axis Agent.”
”5’7.”
”Somewhere around 165 to 170 pounds.”
”My right arm is actually a cybernetic. I can open it at will and inside there’s a cartridge for my rifle and a compact smoke grenade.”
under your skin →
Vincent will do anything to do his job properly. You can say that he’s one of the people who just loves doing his work and his only reasoning is because he needs to repay the company for taking care of him ever since he was a child. It can be said that he doesn’t have any mercy or any form of morality. Anything is fair game to Vincent, may it be a child, a demon or an angel. As long as you’re his target, he will kill you. He has never been bribed into sparing anyone. However, when he does kill a child that is just right in front of him, he has a tendency to close his eyes as soon as he pulls the trigger.
However, outside of the job, Vincent is pretty relaxed and nice despite his rough upbringing in Axis. While he kills half-breeds, angels and demons as a job, he doesn’t have any personal grudges towards them although there are exceptions to these (like the one that ripped his arm off). He is brutally honest at times and is usually straightforward, not sparing any effort to sugarcoat the truth.
Vincent was one of the orphans that was taken in by the Axis so he grew up inside a facility with no one to call his family so he began thinking as the other kids as siblings their instructor as his father. He never saw much of the outside world when he was a child and instead of action figures and video games, he had guns and knives to play with. Holding a gun felt very natural to him. It was on an outdoor training when a demon appeared and began barraging him with attacks. He was alone and still very much inexperienced. He did everything he could to defeat the demon but couldn’t and lost his arm in the process. While he failed to defeat a rogue demon, they still allowed him to stay and made a cybernetic arm for him. He showed excellent marks when it comes to long-range assassination and also showed interest in robotics and such. He also grew up with Layla, a halfbreed angel, and still continues to take care of her and sometimes takes her with him on assassination missions, depending on what he needs.
Robotics, rifles, artificial limbs, Ichi, Axis, Layla
Missing a target, failure, annoying targets
”I don’t have any. Orphan here.”
skip a heartbeat →
”I believe I’m an asexual.”
”Single.”
what lies unawaken →
At most assassination missions, he brings with him a Barrett XM500 with thermal vision. Also on missions, he carries two Glock 17s. He always has two‘Baby Glocks’ and two knives hidden within his person.
+ Expert marksman
+ Hacking
+ Assembling guns and hiding them (whenever he needs a concealed rifle)
+ His right arm is made of one of the toughest metals on Earth so it’s pretty sturdy
- Catch him without a weapon and he won’t be too big of a problem
- Will risk his life just to finish the job
- His right arm can malfunction at certain situations
- Actually has a weak spot for kids (he shuts his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The split second given by this habit is enough for his downfall.)
Vincent has a German Shepherd named Ichi derived from "Ichaival", a mythological Norse weapon. It serves as his guard and attack dog when he's on sniping missions. It is very loyal to its master. Vincent had picked up the dog when he was in his teen years when he saw it abandoned as a pup and with permission, made it his own.
Ichi is well known inside the Axis base that Vincent is stationed at. It is more than an attack dog as when it doesn't go on missions, it's usually out and delivering letters.
Layla] - Female ] - 22 ] - Caretaker ]
at first sight →
Layla
People often refer to her as “Doc” when they start to trust her.
22
October 31, or so she was told
Female
She vaguely remembers slums but grew up in an Axis facility.
you're beautiful →
Layla has, what a person calls, an ‘average figure’. She doesn’t have much of a chest and is rather average in the height department, if not smaller. What does catch other’s attention is her blurred eyes and then the gentle smile on her face. She always seems to wear a doctor’s lab coat just to look professional and carries around a retractable cane. She does have wing tattoos on her back which, when activated, actually turn into white angel wings.
A blurred violet
light brown.
Halfbreed Angel
5’5
136 lbs
The Axis made her contacts that would make her look like she’s not blind but she leaves it behind at most times, even lost them once or twice. Her wings were actually modified to be able to contract her wings into a tattoo so she wouldn’t stand out too much but everyone in the facility knows about it anyway. Her back also has multiple scars that couldn't be fully healed thanks to these experiments.
under your skin →
Layla is a very calm and caring person. Despite knowing that the Axis, whom she is working for, killed her parents and took her in as some sort of healing slave, she doesn’t bear a grudge towards them. She is passive about a lot of things. She believes that they treat her well enough, given that she was allowed free roam around the facility and even create friends despite her obviously different properties. She is also highly dependent on Vincent when it comes to her personal life when they were young so that’s why she was able to forge a friendly relationship with him.
Layla was born to an angel mother and a human father, causing her to actually have pretty distinct angel physical looks and powers. It was only when she was eight when the Axis raided their home and killed both of her parents. Upon seeing the blind child, they took her in and experimented on her angel wings. It caused pain and they were able to actually hide the wings. They also found that she was able to heal humans, making her quite an asset. But they had to assure her loyalty, and thus was left to Vincent to take care of her and become her ‘friend’. And so she grew up around killer humans who hunt her own kind, but for some odd reason or another, she doesn’t have the heart to hate them. Perhaps it was because of her angel half?
Books, Helping, Animals (Ichi especially), Healing, Vincent
Extreme flavors of food, Life and death situations, Her friends getting hurt
They’re dead.
skip a heartbeat →
Demisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
She has the power of flight and can lift at most, twice her size while flying. Any more and she begins have more noticeable difficulties. She also has the power of healing. This works on humans, demons and other angels. She also has a much higher sense of hearing, to the point where she sometimes uses echolocation to figure out where she is, and touch, which she uses for medical purposes (checking for any fractures, heartbeat and things that need actual equipment to figure out.)
+ She can fly and lift twice her size while she’s at it
+ She has the power of healing which she can use on herself
+ Her echolocation skills are very advanced and can probably get through a complicated maze without much trouble
- For one, she’s blind and thus cannot properly defend herself.
- While she does have heightened senses, most of the time, she fails to notice who she is talking to or is beside her until they speak up.
- She gets tired when she treats truly fatal wounds
- She doesn’t have the heart to kill other people (unless extremely angered which is hard to do)
There are times where she would take care of Ichi, Vincent’s German Shepherd, so she actually grows close to the dog.
Despite her disability, she learned how to write. She also knows Morse code which she often uses to convey hidden messages to Vincent. |
52,527 | 1,423 | 7 | 921 | 18 | (Apologies for the short reply this time, I'm on a 13 hour shift).
Neither Nyra nor Tarn had any questions for the hologram. Truth be told, Nyra was too busy being angry to care, and Tarn was busy watching the reactions of the others in the room, trying to gauge their intentions. He was rather wary of the Axis agents - for the usual reasons - and both Blake and Nyra, as judging by their files, they appeared to be prone to letting their temper get a hold of them, and he didn't want to be in the way when that happened. Annoyingly enough, the files on the Axis agents were lacking in information.
"Probably on purpose," Tarn muttered under his breath, pushing the finished documents to one side. That was when the bigger half-demon spoke up.
"What if we find nothing?"
"You come back here and will be given further instructions."
Nyra groaned at this. Great. Not a one-trip thing then, guess I'd better make some excuse up as to why I'm missing all those shows. The idea of danger didn't bother her, more the effect it would have on her show popularity and ticket sales.
"In the case that we do meet this threat, should we capture or kill?" Nyra's eyes flashed white.
"Of course you'd ask that, you trigger happy monkey," she hissed under her breath, fingers curling into her palms as she fought the urge to leap across the table. There was a sudden hand on her shoulder.
"Please don't give them a reason to shoot you," Tarn muttered, voice low so as not to be heard. It felt...wrong, touching someone so different, almost like the half-angel's skin burned his flesh. "At least not until you have a reason to shoot them, anyway." Sinking back into his seat, Tarn sighed, waiting for the hologram's answer to Vincent's question.
They might be of the opposite ends of the half-breed spectrum, but he trusted the angels more than those humans. | Tarn ] - Male ] - 24 ] - Cautious ]
at first sight →
Tarn Brevit (dislikes people calling him by his surname)
'That guy with the headphones', Tar
24
February 21st
Male
Originally from Scotland
you're beautiful →
Tarn takes care with his appearance, having a great interest in dressing fashionably. More often than not, he can be seen wearing a pair of semi-transparent headphones - though this is mainly to help him avoid conversations with other people, and they are usually not playing any music. Slightly taller than average, with messy dark brown hair, a pale complexion (he has his Scottish heritage to thank for that) and a lean build. Usually wears high-necked shirts/jackets and/or scarves, in order to hide a nasty scar he has by his left collarbone. In addition, Tarn has a piercing in his left eyebrow.
He has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail can become sharp and bladed when under stress (see P O W E R S section). This tail is made of something rather heavy, so he avoids stepping on weighing scales.
Turquoise due to being a halfbreed, but he wears green contacts to hide this
Dark brown
Halfbreed (demon)
6"1 or 185cm
Uncertain, all that Tarn knows is that he's lean and muscular for his height. Would be much heavier than normal due to his tail weighing a lot.
Pierced left eyebrow. He'd love a tattoo, but has a huge fear of needles.
under your skin →
Despite his seemingly cold exterior, Tarn is actually an incredibly nice guy - he just can't afford to let others get close to him. The isolation has started to get to him though, and he often finds himself almost talking to people before he can stop himself. He tends to manage this by instead feeding and looking after the many stray dogs around his area, occasionally letting some sleep in his flat - though the landlord would not approve if they found out! Before the incident in Scotland, he used to be a fun and outgoing guy, with a love of humor, art and videogames, and now hides all of this personality behind a wall. So far it's kept him safe from the likes of rumors and Axis.
He knows he can't keep it up forever though, and cracks are beginning to form.
Born to a demon mother and human father in a remote area of Scotland, Tarn lived a pretty normal childhood until the age of 16. He received his scar one night after a party, when someone tried to mug him at knife-point on his way home. Tarn would normally have handed over his valuables, but was heavily underneath the influence of alcohol - all the police know is that the pair of them woke up in hospital the following morning, Tarn with the knife-wound to his left shoulder, and the other guy with far more serious injuries.
This event shook Tarn a lot, and he left Scotland to go to university in the USA. He's now employed as an office-worker, and spends most of his earnings on technology and clothes, as he has few friends. This is more an act of self-preservation, due to his mother teaching him about his demon heritage after the mugging incident, and warning him about Axis. He reckons that the fewer friends he has, the lower the chances of suspicion.
Draws and paints a lot on the side, selling them for extra cash. Usually the pictures revolve around demons.
Art, dogs, noodle bars, being alone in the wilderness and quiet places. Plus the latest technology and clothes - Tarn is rather materialistic, having grown up in a remote area of Scotland and having nobody to spend his new source of income on but himself.
Needles (Tarn has an intense fear of them), alcohol (since the mugging incident) and boring conversations with his co-workers.
Doesn't hate Axis as he's not had any experience dealing with them - he just knows to be wary due to the warnings from his mother.
He has a demon mother and human father, but they still reside in Scotland, and for safety's sake he doesn't communicate with them. No other family/siblings.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single. Had a childhood fling around the age of 16, but hasn't had a relationship since.
what lies unawaken →
Tarn is uncertain of what the extent of his demon powers are. What he does know is that his fingernails can become incredibly tough and claw-like when threatened, and he has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail acts like his fingernails, and can become sharp and bladed when under stress.
- Perceptive / intelligent
- Keeps himself in good shape, can run & jump better than a human can
- Attends classes for close quarters combat (call it paranoia)
- Left arm is weakened due to his old stab wound. Hitting the scarred area can cause intense pain.
- Terrified of needles
- No friends or contacts / poor social skills
- Can't use any weapon/gun that requires 2 hands, due to his left shoulder
Tarn is incredibly fond of dogs, and often feeds the strays around his area. He can't actually keep one due to the landlord's rules, but usually lets a few of his favourite strays into his flat.
Nyra Williams] - Female ] - 23 ] - Ambitious ]
at first sight →
Nyra Williams
Her stage name is "Light-twister" or simply "Twister"
23
September 16th
Female
Born in Norway
you're beautiful →
Nyra has a thin frame, with pale skin, light brown eyes and short, very-dark blue hair. She has an unnatural beauty to her face (due to her angel heritage), a quality that she often uses to her advantage.
Light brown
Very very dark blue (looks almost black)
Halfbreed (angel)
5"6 or 167cm
128 lbs
None. She had some metalwork placed in her leg when she broke it as a kid, but it was only for medical purposes, in order to help it heal straight.
under your skin →
Craves attention / loves socialising / charismatic / quick to anger / slow to trust others
Born to a large extended family, Nyra grew up having to fight for attention. Perhaps this is what has fueled her passion for winning & being the center of the spotlight, leading her to perform in Illusionist shows - she has used her half breed powers to increase her fame in this career, and now has a decent sized fanbase.
When performing, Nyra wears a mask. Some say it's to add to the drama - but really it's because it hides the fact that her eyes turn gold when she's using her powers.
- Winning
- Parties & socialising
- Guns
- Loud music
- People who get 'straight-to-the-point' when talking
- Losing
- Big egos & smooth-talkers
- Kids
Nyra has a large extended family - many uncles, many cousins, many - well, you name it, she has one (or four!). She occasionally gives them free tickets to her shows to keep the peace, and although she dislikes kids, Nyra sometimes babysits her 12 year old cousin Charlie - an odd little girl who is the one kid Nyra doesn't mind. She's not certain where her angel heritage came from, and has never bothered to ask.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual (prefers men)
Single (with plenty of one-night stands)
what lies unawaken →
Nyra can manipulate light, and this is the basis for her 'Illusionist' shows: whether this is forming it into shapes (such as butterflies) or splitting it to produce colourful, but harmless, displays of colour. For combat purposes, she can create super-bright bursts of light to try to momentarily blind the enemy, attempt to disorientate them with light displays, or 'remove' the light from a small area to increase the shadows in which to hide.
Despite the usefulness of this light-manipulation, Nyra is unable to hurt others with her power. For this purpose, she carries both a handgun and a small blade, concealed on her person.
- Charismatic (as you have to be, for her line of work!)
- Good with a handgun
- Reasonably well-off money wise
- Her powers can't actually hurt people
- Quick to anger, can be a bit of an asshole at times
- Slow to trust others
- Eyes glow gold when she's using her powers, (so this is a big giveaway)
Has a lot of 'friends'. Some are fake, others are true friends. |
52,528 | 1,423 | 8 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Two hours before the meeting
Location: Half-breed Containment Facility
aka
The Cage
“This is a terrible idea.”
Agent Tamara Weatherton sighed and rolled her eyes. Of course her partner would choose the elevator to speak up. “You don’t know that.”
Beside her, Riley Tailor folded his arms over his broad chest. “I’m pretty sure I do.”
“She isn’t hostile.”
“Bullshit she isn’t hostile. She burned Sullivan last week.”
Tamara rubbed her eyes. “It was a small first-degree burn, and Sullivan is an ass. You know he dropped her food on purpose.”
Her partner scowled. “She made a crack about his wife leaving him for a demon.”
“And how was she supposed to know she was right?”
“Tami, she’s dangerous.”
The senior agent gritted her teeth. “Sonya Helsing is a capable field agent. I’m sure that she will be able to handle her.”
Riley snorted. “Oh, I’m not doubting that she’s capable. I’m doubting that she’ll be able to “handle” her before she sets half a city on fire.”
Her patience snapping, Tamara whirled around. “Riley, what do you want me to do, disobey orders? If the General says to let her out, then we don’t have a choice; we let her out.”
For a moment, her partner was silent, then he sighed and hung his head. “Yeah, I know. I’m just saying, this is a terrible idea.”
He’s not wrong, she thought to herself. It wasn’t that the person they were going to see was dangerous, per say. At least, not much more dangerous than any other half-breed, or even a skilled and well-equipped Axis Agent. The problem is that she’s an unknown, and she’s uncontrollable. Not to mention a handful to deal with on the best of days, which were few and far between lately. Reaching the checkpoint, both Agents raised their badges. “Agents Weatherton and Tailor, here to see Inmate 1041.”
The guard on the other side of the glass buzzed them through. “She’s flaring again.”
Tamara swore under her breath. Apparently, today wasn’t going to be a good day either. A short walk down the hallway, escorted by a pair of guards, and the agents stood in front of one of the Isolation cells. Beside the slide door, the security screen and comm-unit activated, revealing the occupant within, the flames roiling around her hand casting a slight violet glow on her face. “Hello Tamara.”
The half-demon lifted her head, her tail swishing across the floor behind her. ”Taaamiii. So good to hear your voice again.” The voice that came through the speaker was the sort that would leave anyone, regardless of who they were, weak in the knees. If it wasn’t absolutely drenched in sarcasm, that is. ”Back for another round? Last time left you pretty wobbly in the legs.”
The senior agent leaned her head against the wall. “They do not pay me enough to put up with her,” she muttered to herself. “Tamara, I’ve been authorized to offer you a deal.”
”Reeeally. Do tell.”
“Command is launching an investigation, and they would like you to assist with it. You’ll be under the command of a field agent, and will aid her in whatever way you can.” Tamara took a deep breath. “In exchange, Command is offering you a conditional release. As long as you continue to assist in the investigation, and play nice with your handler, Axis will allow you to continue your search, under your handler’s supervision.”
For a moment, the half-breed was silent, head tilted and tail continuing to swish back and forth as she seemed to consider the offer. It reminded Tamara of a cat watching its prey. ”So, you want me to do something for you, and to get me to do it, you offer me what was never yours to take away in the first place. I’m so flattered.”
Tamara gritted her teeth. “That is the deal that I have been authorized to make. Take it or leave it.”
The flames enveloping the half-demon’s hand flared brighter. ”And if I decide to, as you say, “leave it”?”
“Then we knock you out and transfer you into Maximum Containment.” The Maximum Containment Wing, located half a mile underground, was reserved for half-breeds who were considered too dangerous to be allowed any kind of freedom, but still too valuable to simply euthanize. Each individual cell was a self-contained unit that could be locked down and isolated from the rest of the wing with a push of a button, leaving a rowdy inmate to either calm down or eventually suffocate. For those who were of more immediate danger of breaking out, there was nerve gas. “You’ve been warned about lighting fires in your cell. At least this way you get to see the sky again.”
Again, the inmate fell silent, and her wings shuffled on her back. Finally, she extinguished the flames around her hand as she rose from the floor. ”Well, when you put it like that… Alright, I suppose. You must be desperate if you’re asking me for help.”
Tamara breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” She turned to their escort. “Bring her out.”
One of the guards nodded, opening the slide door to the cell. Inside, a set of metal bars were all that stood between the half-demon and freedom. “Inmate 1041, approach the bars to be outfitted for transportation,” he barked.
The half-demon placed a scaled hand on her hip, an eyebrow raised at the specially made garment in the guard’s hands. ”You know, I’m more of a giver than a receiver.”
“Tamara,” Agent Weatherton warned.
She rolled her eyes, blowing a short flame out of her mouth. ”Oh, alright. But only because it’s you, Tami dear.”
Now
The hologram looked off to the side, as though someone else was speaking to him, then straightened. “There is one other thing. An additional… asset, has been provided for you, and should be arriving now.”
Sure enough, the door to the conference room opened, and two agents escorted an individual inside, accompanied by the faint scent of smoke, like they had been by a campfire and hadn't changed. Wearing a red full-body straitjacket, with the word “Isolation” printed down one of their manacled legs and what looked like a face mask similar to what a firefighter would use, it was difficult to make out their identity. However, the enlarged back of the jacket, obviously meant to contain wings or a tail, left no doubt; this person was a half-breed of some kind.
“This is Tamara. She is a half-demon, and has agreed to assist in this investigation. In exchange, she is being granted a conditional release. Agent Helsing,” the hologrammed figure turned towards her, “you are being assigned as her handler, and are responsible for keeping her in line.”
”What he means is,” the half-demon's feminine voice filtered dryly through the speaker in her face mask, ”you’re supposed to kill me if I go all “wild child” on you.”
The general was silent for a moment, as though slightly perturbed at the interruption. “If such action becomes necessary, though I think we all would prefer that it not.” | Tamara] - Female ] - Unknown ] - lost ]
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Tamara
Unknown, but appears to be late teens to early twenties
also unknown
female
Subject was first spotted in Budapest. Place of birth unknown
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Subject bears the appearance of a young woman in her late teens/early twenties. Her skin is partially scaled, primarily along her arms, legs, stomach and back. She possesses a scaled tail tipped with a curved, blunt spike, and large wings emerge from her back. Has a very fit and muscular body.
Violet, vertical slit-pupils
jet black, permanent violet streak on the right side
Half-demon
6’1”
152 lbs
Has several scars across her body, unknown origins
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-Very sarcastic, and appears to not take things very seriously
-Tends to give nicknames to everyone she meets
-Is extremely determined to find whomever it is she is looking for
-Does not seem to be very concerned about her appearance
-Is extremely confident; can at times come across as arrogant or predatory
-Tends to be very touchy-feely towards people she likes
Subject’s past is unknown. Her first appearance on our radar was the initial incident two years ago, when she was found in the center of a large explosion. Agents pursued her across the globe for nearly six months before successfully capturing her. During interrogation, Subject claimed to have no memory prior to that incident, and also expressed a need to “find someone”, though she didn’t seem to know the identity of the person she was looking for. She seemed to believe that she would recognize them when she found them, and that it was very important she do so. Her actual identity is also unknown; “Tamara” was the name of one of the agents interrogating her, and she subsequently adopted it.
Due to the nature of the Subject’s power, she has been deemed too hazardous to experiment upon until a more effective means of suppressing her powers can be found, or more durable protective gear can be made. Because of the potential for collateral damage, the Subject was placed in isolated containment. She has remained there ever since, a fact that she is extremely resentful of.
-Being air-born
-Physical contact (or at least has a disregard for the personal space of others)
-Seems to have an inordinate fondness for using her powers
-sour candies
-Being confined
-The fact that she can’t remember things
-Clothes (or at least she doesn’t seem to care when she incinerates hers)
-Sleeping alone (has a habit of “claiming” someone for the night)
Due to the degree of strength and control the Subject has over her powers, it is assumed that her mother is a demon. However, no other details are known.
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Subject has, on occasion, referred to members of both sexes as “cutie”; otherwise, unknown
Unknown due to retrograde amnesia
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Tamara can generate napalm-like violet flames, create air-burst explosions, and shift her vision into the thermal spectrum. In addition to granting her flight, Subject’s wings have an extremely malleable nature, and she uses them like a second pair of arms.
-Is extraordinarily strong-willed and stubborn
-Has a powerful presence that either intimidates or attracts people
-Possesses combat training of unknown origin
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-Subject possesses a highly elevated body temperature, enough that she will actually steam when it rains, and shows up easily on thermal scans.
-Has a tendency to burn when in an elevated emotional state
-Eyes turn pure violet and glow when using thermal vision
-Emits a noticeable smoky scent
-Gets frustrated easily, especially whenever her lack of memory or her “search” is brought up
-Seems to have great difficulty truly trusting others
-Unable to sit still
-Presumably due to her amnesia, she doesn’t understand how most technology works |
52,529 | 1,423 | 9 | 1,625 | 873 | Sonya - Agent and Blake - half demon Helsing
Sonya had taken to looking through the files before her instead of watching the hologram, when she suddenly remembered something about one of the agents. KB's father had died in London, was there connection? Probably not, but she wondered if it would be hard for KB to go there. She wasn't sure by the way he spoke in a fake British accent. He could of been brushing it off but she was unsure.
The tension in the room was slowly rising that much she did know, though she was unsure if it was her brothers doing. She glanced over at him and saw that he was leaning back in his chair with his eyes close. He looked almost relaxed, but the way he gripped the arms of the chair said otherwise. He had a near death grip on the arms of his chair and she swore she could hear them slowly cracking.
Her attention was drawn away when Vincent spoke up, asking if they should capture or kill anyone or thing who might be involved with the attack. It was a good question and seemed only logical, given that they were dealing with an unknown and any protocol that they would of followed was thrown out the window.
The General looked at Vincent and was about to answer when one of the half-breed angels suddenly spoke out with anger.
Blake sat up fast when he felt rage spring forth. His eyes went black and he stared at the angel half-breed, he could feel her anger and his need to feed off of her sent pain down his spine, he had never fed off of an angel before nor their half-breed offspring. It was something he suddenly wanted to try.
The whole room was a bomb set to explode, all it needed was the right spark and he could provide it. He had already been fighting his demon side when he felt a male agents anger and sadness, but it was dull. Maybe if he was full demon it would of been different, but that wasn't the case.
But when the half-breed angels anger sprung up, it was like a white hot iron against his skin. It could not be ignored and and he was losing his battle with his demon half. He could already feel the tension, the way he could easily sway their emotions. He was already plucking the strings, setting them all up to go at each others throats.
"Blake..... Calm yourself."
He snapped his head to look at the person who spoke, only to see his sister. She looked worried, agitated, scared and stern. She almost looked like their mother, but he could see that she was trying to fight of his power.
"Calm yourself." She said again but through slightly gritted teeth.
Sonya stared at Blake and into his black eyes for what seemed like ages. She had looked into the black eyes of demons before, but never her brothers and for the first time she was a little scared. Though she didn't show it.
Blake slowly sat back in his chair and as he did so the tension in the room began to lessen. Which Sonya was thankful for as it meant that he was gaining some control of himself. Though his eyes remained black, which meant that he was still fighting his other half.
"Are we okay to continue?" Asked the General gruffly, though there was some concern in his tone.
"Yes sir, please continue." Sonya said softly as she looked away from Blake and back to the hologram.
"To answer Mr. Vincent's question, you are to kill only if necessary. We would prefer to have any suspect alive if you can. We can't get answers if they are dead, or at least not all answers......" The General looked off to the left and proceeded to announce a new team member. Though he didn't seem too happy about it.
Sonya raised an eyebrow when one of the agents handed her a dossier on her new charge. Were they for real? This was subject 1041, which she had heard whispers about. Only top agents got clearance to such subjects, was the line of succession really that short now?
She looked up from the dossier to look at the female, her eyes were stern as she looked her over. She suddenly wondered if this was going to be okay as she had to watch out for her brother, as he already almost lost control, now she had to be handler for another dangerous half-breed demon. But brass had already made up their minds.
She quickly glanced at Blake before looking at the hologram. "Understood sir."
"Good, now there is a private plane ready to take you all to London. All half-breeds, except miss Layla, must submit to mild sedation. This will not knock you out but it will make it safer for everyone on the plane..... Safe travels and contact us if you find anything."
With that the hologram faded and the room was silent for a short time. One could only hear others breathing and heart beats. Well Blake could anyway.
He looked slowly around the room and took note that not only did half-breeds out numbered the Agents but that there was more demon half-breeds. Were angel half-breed's hard to find or did the Axis just really hate demons?
He looked over his sisters new "pet", he could sense that she was powerful and could easily go off. Great, now I'm really going to have to watch myself. Why the hell did I agree to this? He wondered as he knew that this would take some toll on his sister. | PLEASE DO NOT POST HERE UNLESS ACCEPTED.
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what makes them tick, what makes them unique?
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Blake Helsing] - Male ] - 25yrs ] - Aggressive ]
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"Blake Helsing"
"Helsing."
"25 yrs roughly"
"none of your business"
"Male"
"Why do you care to know?"
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"I'm tall and lean, though muscular. I have a sharp look, or so people say, as my jaw line is vary angular and my nose comes to a point. I like to stay in shape as you never know when someone wants to break your neck, though as I said before I'm lean so you can't tell just how strong I am. "
"Blue"
"Blond"
" Half demon, so back off"
"6'6"
"195lbs"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know."
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Aggressive: Blake is really aggressive and will not care to run over if you get in his way. If you are brave enough to challenge him physically, you better be ready for him to be overly aggressive and enraged.
Head Strong: Blake usually doesn't care to hear what others have to say, but when he does and your views go against his own he will become head strong and say that you are wrong. Even if you make a good argument or are right he will still say that you are wrong. Also as soon as he has made up his mind on something there is little anyone can do to change it.
Withdrawn/Silent: Blake doesn't like to talk much and its rare for anyone to get a full conversation from him. He doesn't like people to much so he finds that he has no need for words. If you do happen to get him to talk it means that he finds you interesting though once he loses interest he will stop talking to you.
Fight/Flight: Blake has a strong self preservation and will either fight, if he thinks he can win, or run, if he thinks that the threat is to great. He wont normally save others unless he finds them interesting.
Curious: Blake can be quite curious in certain things and once he is curious about something he will go to no ends to figure out everything about the thing he is interested in.
"My history is my own, ask Sonya if you want to know."
"Guns, swords, dark shadows, being on my own. And my sister"
"People, most animals, books, most nice things. The Axis!"
"I have a sister, you don't need to know more."
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Straight
Single
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Blake can summon shadows and can bring out the worst in people. The shadows he summons can rip someone to shreds ( at great cost ), blind / confuse ( less cost ), and can even be made into shadowy wings ( Medium ).
Being part Emotion Eater demon ( aka emo eater ), he can cause others to feel or act out a certain way. He can gain some strength when someone is feeling depressed, enraged, agony, etcetera. But this only when people are feeling extreme emotions.
- physically strong - great reflexes - sharp eye sight - great at remaining hidden
- bad communication skills - once he loses his cool and is in demon mode it's hard for him to calm down - his sister, as he would do anything to keep her safe.
Sonya and Blake are twins but only one is half demon. The Axis doesn't know this.
Sonya Helsing] - Female ] - 25yrs ] - Strong ]
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"My name is Sonya Helsing
"Sunny"
"I'm 25yrs old"
"Sept, 12th"
"I am Female"
"I did most of my growing up in Russia, where exactly was I born I have no idea"
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"I'm not as tall as my brother nor as strong. But I am well muscled and can handle nearly anything that comes my way. My frame is very feminine with enticing curves, or so I have been told. I have an almost a doll like face other than my right eye which has scarring around it."
"both were blue, but only one is now the other is more a sandy colour"
Blonde
"I am an Axis agent."
5'6
169lbs
"My right eye has been enhanced (see history) so I can see nearly as well as my brother in that eye."
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Strong- Sonya can handle her own in nearly any situation. It doesn't have to be physical strength but emotional and mental strength. She had gone through a lot and has come all the stronger.
Charming - one of the few things not taught in the Axis is how to be charming. But Sonya excels at it, she is a natural at winning people over. The Axis took notice of this when she was younger and groomed her for spy work. Now she uses her charms to get information.
Flirty - Sonya can be a ruthless flirt, which seems to go hand in hand with being charming. It's all part of her skills and the grooming she got from the Axis.
Confident - she always seems to believe that she can't fail, which can sometimes be taken as cocky. But she must believe that she and the Axis can make and with the fewest deaths possible.
Anxious - under all her charms, strength and confidence she is very anxious and even paranoid. She constantly worries about her brother and what would happen if the Axis found out. She can't bare the thought of the Axis torturing her brother in the effort to get info out of him. Or to learn why he is half demon and she is not.
"My mother was an Axis agent a long time ago, who, from what I can dig up, was raped by an Emo Eater. I'm not sure why she didn't have an abortion, but I am grateful. She is well known in the Axis for having been one of their best spies. But no one knows why she suddenly disappeared 25yrs ago, not until I showed up at an Axis headquarters with a note pinned to my basket. All it said that I was Helsing's daughter and that my name was Sonya, at least I know my mother named me.
Growing up in the Axis was hard and having a great spy of a mother was hard to live up to. Everybody expected great things from me, it was hard growing up with that kind of pressure, but I endured. By the time I was 15 I was sent on my first mission. It wasn't anything major, my team and I were just searching for an artifact. But something went terribly wrong and we were attacked by a band of demons. I did my best to fight them off but I got hit in the face and fell. I don't remember much other than seeing another demon suddenly appear and fight off the rest. Only me and one other survived. We were later told that we were getting a medal for Bravery for fighting off the demon trap. I never told them what I saw or thought I saw. It was during this time that my vision and colour in my right eye began to fade. My Axis cell quickly reached out to our top doctors in eye and cybernetic research, they were able to save my eye and enhance its vision though the colour would never come back. Plus I would have to live with the scarring.
After I was healed I began to wonder about the demon I saw. No demon would save young Axis agents that much I knew for sure. I began to search for this unknown person without telling anyone. The Axis did not need to know and I felt that more people would just get in my way. Looking back now I was foolish not to tell anybody, as it could of gone horribly wrong. But I want to know and the more I dug around the more I began to notice small clues. These weren't ordinary clues though, as I began to get the feeling that they were being left for me to find. Being young and stupid I followed the s bread crumbs until they lead to an old church in Rome, oddly enough it was a church my mother use to love as it over looked the country side.
That was when I met Blake, he was waiting for me. He was sitting in the front pew in the empty church. I remember how he turned around slowly, his eyes were fierce and cold, his face was stern and his body ridged. But as he stared at me his whole expression changed and seemed to soften a little. All I was able to ask was 'Why?' And all he responded was 'I had to meet my twin sister.'
I should of walked out right then and there but I didn't. Instead I asked a thousand questions and he answered them all. And from that moment forward I had a brother and he a sister. And we have been protecting each other ever since."
"the game of getting information, animals, old books, finding artifacts, the Axis and my brother"
Fighting, assassination(I can do it but I rather not), failing, demons and rogue angels
"I have a brother, but no one knows about him."
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Bisexual
Single
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Sonya carries a small hand gun, three hidden blades, the latest tazer designed to affect a demons or angels powers. Plus she also carries powders / poisons in some of her jewelry that she wears.
¤ Charismatic
¤ Quick witted
¤ Observant
¤ Confident
¤ great sight in her right eye
¤ Not bad in hand to hand combat
¤ not the best in heavy weaponry
¤ doesn't like to assassinate prefers straight up fight.
¤ can sometimes over think about a situation
¤ her brother as she tries to protect him from the Axis.
¤ she likes to believe that there shades of grey in her work, when somethings are clearly black and white.
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52,530 | 1,423 | 10 | 921 | 18 | "Blake..... Calm yourself."
It was a strange feeling that followed. Nyra could almost sense the anger in her quietening down, the tension in the room less strong. She grabbed the dossier on Blake and flicked through, and her mouth curled up in a smile as she noticed the part on emotion eating - no wonder she, and everyone else, was finding it hard to control themselves.
Until the final member of the team entered the room.
"Hahahaha, oh my god." Once the hologram had disappeared, Nyra couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Are you telling me we're after the Joker? What is this, a Suicide Squad wannabe?" She paused, her face growing calm once more, as she turned to Sonya. "Seriously though, what are you thinking? You spend all this time talking about a greater threat, about working together, and I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, this isn't so bad. Then you bring in a halfbreed, all trussed up, and - bam! - any trust you've been working on goes out the window." She paused, glancing around "...if there were any windows, of course."
It was rather difficult to prevent herself from laughing again in disbelief. Axis were out for humans, no doubt, but she'd always regarded them as somewhat clever, or thoughtful in their actions. The very fact that they'd brought someone in, all bound up in a comical straight-jacket getup, with even their face obscured...it just didn't seem very logical.
"Even if they're 'teh all powerful uber being'", Nyra said, wiggling her fingers in the air, "and we ignore the fact that this is destroying any chance at a trusting partnership between our races, it makes no sense to bring them in a straight-jacket, because if you take that out in London it's just gonna draw all the iphone snap-happy people in droves. I mean, that's practically you-tube gold!" She sighed, sinking back in her chair again, putting her feet up on the table. The idea of 'mild sedation' didn't exactly thrill her either. "Nevermind, I've said my piece. Just don't expect me to be looking out for any of you after this." | Tarn ] - Male ] - 24 ] - Cautious ]
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Tarn Brevit (dislikes people calling him by his surname)
'That guy with the headphones', Tar
24
February 21st
Male
Originally from Scotland
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Tarn takes care with his appearance, having a great interest in dressing fashionably. More often than not, he can be seen wearing a pair of semi-transparent headphones - though this is mainly to help him avoid conversations with other people, and they are usually not playing any music. Slightly taller than average, with messy dark brown hair, a pale complexion (he has his Scottish heritage to thank for that) and a lean build. Usually wears high-necked shirts/jackets and/or scarves, in order to hide a nasty scar he has by his left collarbone. In addition, Tarn has a piercing in his left eyebrow.
He has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail can become sharp and bladed when under stress (see P O W E R S section). This tail is made of something rather heavy, so he avoids stepping on weighing scales.
Turquoise due to being a halfbreed, but he wears green contacts to hide this
Dark brown
Halfbreed (demon)
6"1 or 185cm
Uncertain, all that Tarn knows is that he's lean and muscular for his height. Would be much heavier than normal due to his tail weighing a lot.
Pierced left eyebrow. He'd love a tattoo, but has a huge fear of needles.
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Despite his seemingly cold exterior, Tarn is actually an incredibly nice guy - he just can't afford to let others get close to him. The isolation has started to get to him though, and he often finds himself almost talking to people before he can stop himself. He tends to manage this by instead feeding and looking after the many stray dogs around his area, occasionally letting some sleep in his flat - though the landlord would not approve if they found out! Before the incident in Scotland, he used to be a fun and outgoing guy, with a love of humor, art and videogames, and now hides all of this personality behind a wall. So far it's kept him safe from the likes of rumors and Axis.
He knows he can't keep it up forever though, and cracks are beginning to form.
Born to a demon mother and human father in a remote area of Scotland, Tarn lived a pretty normal childhood until the age of 16. He received his scar one night after a party, when someone tried to mug him at knife-point on his way home. Tarn would normally have handed over his valuables, but was heavily underneath the influence of alcohol - all the police know is that the pair of them woke up in hospital the following morning, Tarn with the knife-wound to his left shoulder, and the other guy with far more serious injuries.
This event shook Tarn a lot, and he left Scotland to go to university in the USA. He's now employed as an office-worker, and spends most of his earnings on technology and clothes, as he has few friends. This is more an act of self-preservation, due to his mother teaching him about his demon heritage after the mugging incident, and warning him about Axis. He reckons that the fewer friends he has, the lower the chances of suspicion.
Draws and paints a lot on the side, selling them for extra cash. Usually the pictures revolve around demons.
Art, dogs, noodle bars, being alone in the wilderness and quiet places. Plus the latest technology and clothes - Tarn is rather materialistic, having grown up in a remote area of Scotland and having nobody to spend his new source of income on but himself.
Needles (Tarn has an intense fear of them), alcohol (since the mugging incident) and boring conversations with his co-workers.
Doesn't hate Axis as he's not had any experience dealing with them - he just knows to be wary due to the warnings from his mother.
He has a demon mother and human father, but they still reside in Scotland, and for safety's sake he doesn't communicate with them. No other family/siblings.
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Bisexual
Single. Had a childhood fling around the age of 16, but hasn't had a relationship since.
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Tarn is uncertain of what the extent of his demon powers are. What he does know is that his fingernails can become incredibly tough and claw-like when threatened, and he has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail acts like his fingernails, and can become sharp and bladed when under stress.
- Perceptive / intelligent
- Keeps himself in good shape, can run & jump better than a human can
- Attends classes for close quarters combat (call it paranoia)
- Left arm is weakened due to his old stab wound. Hitting the scarred area can cause intense pain.
- Terrified of needles
- No friends or contacts / poor social skills
- Can't use any weapon/gun that requires 2 hands, due to his left shoulder
Tarn is incredibly fond of dogs, and often feeds the strays around his area. He can't actually keep one due to the landlord's rules, but usually lets a few of his favourite strays into his flat.
Nyra Williams] - Female ] - 23 ] - Ambitious ]
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Nyra Williams
Her stage name is "Light-twister" or simply "Twister"
23
September 16th
Female
Born in Norway
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Nyra has a thin frame, with pale skin, light brown eyes and short, very-dark blue hair. She has an unnatural beauty to her face (due to her angel heritage), a quality that she often uses to her advantage.
Light brown
Very very dark blue (looks almost black)
Halfbreed (angel)
5"6 or 167cm
128 lbs
None. She had some metalwork placed in her leg when she broke it as a kid, but it was only for medical purposes, in order to help it heal straight.
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Craves attention / loves socialising / charismatic / quick to anger / slow to trust others
Born to a large extended family, Nyra grew up having to fight for attention. Perhaps this is what has fueled her passion for winning & being the center of the spotlight, leading her to perform in Illusionist shows - she has used her half breed powers to increase her fame in this career, and now has a decent sized fanbase.
When performing, Nyra wears a mask. Some say it's to add to the drama - but really it's because it hides the fact that her eyes turn gold when she's using her powers.
- Winning
- Parties & socialising
- Guns
- Loud music
- People who get 'straight-to-the-point' when talking
- Losing
- Big egos & smooth-talkers
- Kids
Nyra has a large extended family - many uncles, many cousins, many - well, you name it, she has one (or four!). She occasionally gives them free tickets to her shows to keep the peace, and although she dislikes kids, Nyra sometimes babysits her 12 year old cousin Charlie - an odd little girl who is the one kid Nyra doesn't mind. She's not certain where her angel heritage came from, and has never bothered to ask.
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Bisexual (prefers men)
Single (with plenty of one-night stands)
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Nyra can manipulate light, and this is the basis for her 'Illusionist' shows: whether this is forming it into shapes (such as butterflies) or splitting it to produce colourful, but harmless, displays of colour. For combat purposes, she can create super-bright bursts of light to try to momentarily blind the enemy, attempt to disorientate them with light displays, or 'remove' the light from a small area to increase the shadows in which to hide.
Despite the usefulness of this light-manipulation, Nyra is unable to hurt others with her power. For this purpose, she carries both a handgun and a small blade, concealed on her person.
- Charismatic (as you have to be, for her line of work!)
- Good with a handgun
- Reasonably well-off money wise
- Her powers can't actually hurt people
- Quick to anger, can be a bit of an asshole at times
- Slow to trust others
- Eyes glow gold when she's using her powers, (so this is a big giveaway)
Has a lot of 'friends'. Some are fake, others are true friends. |
52,531 | 1,423 | 11 | 1,836 | 2,633 | Vincent - Axis Agent and Layla - Halfbreed Angel
Before the hologram could reply to his question, one of the halfbreeds, Nyra he remembered his name was, responded negatively to it. Vincent wasn’t too surprised with it, only meeting the raging eyes of Nyra with his calm gaze. He was an agent, first and foremost, and this was a question he asked frequently. He also understood why she got angry, considering the fact that it might be a halfbreed who has been stirring up trouble. The only thing he didn’t like about the statement was when she called him a ‘trigger happy monkey’. While the monkey insult was fine, he was not, by all means, trigger happy. He measures his shots carefully to ensure that every shot counts.
Blake sat up straight as soon as the angel halfbreed had her outburst. Right, this guy was an emo eater, a demon who feeds off the negative emotions of humans (and apparently other halfbreeds as well) and has the ability to amplify it. Despite knowing this, his hand was itching to grab his gun then and there and put a bullet in Nyra’s head. He closed his eyes and expelled a shaky breath, obviously trying to grab a hold of himself. The last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize the mission because he was influenced by a half-demon.
Before they all went head to head with each other, Sonya had managed to stop Blake and then tension lessened and he could feel that he had a better grip of his emotions. Before the general had spoken, he turned to Nyra and then bowed his head. ”I am sorry if I had offended you in any way.” While this action might be viewed as good and bad depending on the person, he felt the need to do it. While this would be looked down on when you’re part of the Axis agency, they’re teammates now so he felt compelled to apologize for pushing her to an agitated state and thus almost causing a disaster in their first meeting.
He then turned back to the hologram as he continued and finally answered his question. He nodded. Only kill if necessary, understandable. Just like what the guy said, they needed answers to their questions. He’d better pack some ‘tranquilizer’ shots then, if anything, it’s to slow whatever it is down without killing it. All the more better if he could manage to put it to sleep for a few hours, just so they could secure it.
Layla’s ears picked up on several footsteps advancing towards the room. It was faint but she could hear it. The general proceeded to say that someone else would be arriving at their position. The door opened and the smell of smoke attacked her nose. It immediately caught her attention and she turned to the general direction of the door. Whether it is good that she can’t see her or not, no one is entirely sure. However, she could hear that her voice was pretty muffled, baffling her on the reason why. She could hear Vincent mutter something along the lines of, ”Oh? Subject 1041? Interesting… truly interesting.” While the brown haired halfbreed wasn’t given much access to information about other halfbreeds, even she has heard little talks about her and her dangerous tendencies.
Vincent, on the other hand, put a hand over his mouth as he placed his elbow on the table. Why he did this? To hide the grin that was forming on his mouth. This was really going to be interesting. Only top agents were allowed to handle her because she was deemed ‘dangerous’ and as what she was wearing said, she was placed in isolation and for good reason. This girl can generate napalm-like fire. No wonder she was in that get-up. He then turned his gaze towards Sonya who looked perfectly composed. She definitely has her hands full. With both this girl and Blake (given that the latter seemed to be obedient to her) on her hands, he doubted she would have enough time to worry about herself.
While he was planning to give it his one hundred percent, he was willing to push himself to the limit if it meant that it would take at least some load off of her shoulders. They were still part of the same agency after all. He and Layla nodded and the hologram disappeared. It was silent for a while, no one daring to speak.
It was then that Nyra had broke the silence by laughing at the board’s decision of bringing in a halfbreed angel who is obviously very dangerous. She had a point though. Bringing in someone of their kind all bound up would not only result in distrust, but just pure out hate. They already hated the Axis so much, and now this happens. Ah well, what's done is done. He didn't speak, fearing that it might push yet another button in the same or maybe another halfbreed.
He was never good with conversations anyway. | ”Hawk”] - Male ] - 22 ] - Marksman ]
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”The name’s Vincent. Only Vincent.”
”Codename’s Hawk. That’s what most agents call me now.”
”We think it’s somewhere around 22.”
”I don’t have a birthday. I was taken in at June 28 though.”
”Male, obviously.”
”I was taken in from a young age. Don’t know where I came from.”
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Vincent looks older than what he actually is. He is rather small for his age and looks lean. He rarely smiles on missions but when he isn't in a mission, there's a relaxed smile that is ever present in his face. When doing assassination attempts, he usually wears a mask to cover his identity. However, he is quick to hide this mask when he's in the public.
"I have black eyes. Some say that they look lifeless but I just say that these are the eyes of a killer."
"As black as my heart eyes."
”I’m an Axis Agent.”
”5’7.”
”Somewhere around 165 to 170 pounds.”
”My right arm is actually a cybernetic. I can open it at will and inside there’s a cartridge for my rifle and a compact smoke grenade.”
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Vincent will do anything to do his job properly. You can say that he’s one of the people who just loves doing his work and his only reasoning is because he needs to repay the company for taking care of him ever since he was a child. It can be said that he doesn’t have any mercy or any form of morality. Anything is fair game to Vincent, may it be a child, a demon or an angel. As long as you’re his target, he will kill you. He has never been bribed into sparing anyone. However, when he does kill a child that is just right in front of him, he has a tendency to close his eyes as soon as he pulls the trigger.
However, outside of the job, Vincent is pretty relaxed and nice despite his rough upbringing in Axis. While he kills half-breeds, angels and demons as a job, he doesn’t have any personal grudges towards them although there are exceptions to these (like the one that ripped his arm off). He is brutally honest at times and is usually straightforward, not sparing any effort to sugarcoat the truth.
Vincent was one of the orphans that was taken in by the Axis so he grew up inside a facility with no one to call his family so he began thinking as the other kids as siblings their instructor as his father. He never saw much of the outside world when he was a child and instead of action figures and video games, he had guns and knives to play with. Holding a gun felt very natural to him. It was on an outdoor training when a demon appeared and began barraging him with attacks. He was alone and still very much inexperienced. He did everything he could to defeat the demon but couldn’t and lost his arm in the process. While he failed to defeat a rogue demon, they still allowed him to stay and made a cybernetic arm for him. He showed excellent marks when it comes to long-range assassination and also showed interest in robotics and such. He also grew up with Layla, a halfbreed angel, and still continues to take care of her and sometimes takes her with him on assassination missions, depending on what he needs.
Robotics, rifles, artificial limbs, Ichi, Axis, Layla
Missing a target, failure, annoying targets
”I don’t have any. Orphan here.”
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”I believe I’m an asexual.”
”Single.”
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At most assassination missions, he brings with him a Barrett XM500 with thermal vision. Also on missions, he carries two Glock 17s. He always has two‘Baby Glocks’ and two knives hidden within his person.
+ Expert marksman
+ Hacking
+ Assembling guns and hiding them (whenever he needs a concealed rifle)
+ His right arm is made of one of the toughest metals on Earth so it’s pretty sturdy
- Catch him without a weapon and he won’t be too big of a problem
- Will risk his life just to finish the job
- His right arm can malfunction at certain situations
- Actually has a weak spot for kids (he shuts his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The split second given by this habit is enough for his downfall.)
Vincent has a German Shepherd named Ichi derived from "Ichaival", a mythological Norse weapon. It serves as his guard and attack dog when he's on sniping missions. It is very loyal to its master. Vincent had picked up the dog when he was in his teen years when he saw it abandoned as a pup and with permission, made it his own.
Ichi is well known inside the Axis base that Vincent is stationed at. It is more than an attack dog as when it doesn't go on missions, it's usually out and delivering letters.
Layla] - Female ] - 22 ] - Caretaker ]
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Layla
People often refer to her as “Doc” when they start to trust her.
22
October 31, or so she was told
Female
She vaguely remembers slums but grew up in an Axis facility.
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Layla has, what a person calls, an ‘average figure’. She doesn’t have much of a chest and is rather average in the height department, if not smaller. What does catch other’s attention is her blurred eyes and then the gentle smile on her face. She always seems to wear a doctor’s lab coat just to look professional and carries around a retractable cane. She does have wing tattoos on her back which, when activated, actually turn into white angel wings.
A blurred violet
light brown.
Halfbreed Angel
5’5
136 lbs
The Axis made her contacts that would make her look like she’s not blind but she leaves it behind at most times, even lost them once or twice. Her wings were actually modified to be able to contract her wings into a tattoo so she wouldn’t stand out too much but everyone in the facility knows about it anyway. Her back also has multiple scars that couldn't be fully healed thanks to these experiments.
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Layla is a very calm and caring person. Despite knowing that the Axis, whom she is working for, killed her parents and took her in as some sort of healing slave, she doesn’t bear a grudge towards them. She is passive about a lot of things. She believes that they treat her well enough, given that she was allowed free roam around the facility and even create friends despite her obviously different properties. She is also highly dependent on Vincent when it comes to her personal life when they were young so that’s why she was able to forge a friendly relationship with him.
Layla was born to an angel mother and a human father, causing her to actually have pretty distinct angel physical looks and powers. It was only when she was eight when the Axis raided their home and killed both of her parents. Upon seeing the blind child, they took her in and experimented on her angel wings. It caused pain and they were able to actually hide the wings. They also found that she was able to heal humans, making her quite an asset. But they had to assure her loyalty, and thus was left to Vincent to take care of her and become her ‘friend’. And so she grew up around killer humans who hunt her own kind, but for some odd reason or another, she doesn’t have the heart to hate them. Perhaps it was because of her angel half?
Books, Helping, Animals (Ichi especially), Healing, Vincent
Extreme flavors of food, Life and death situations, Her friends getting hurt
They’re dead.
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Demisexual
Single
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She has the power of flight and can lift at most, twice her size while flying. Any more and she begins have more noticeable difficulties. She also has the power of healing. This works on humans, demons and other angels. She also has a much higher sense of hearing, to the point where she sometimes uses echolocation to figure out where she is, and touch, which she uses for medical purposes (checking for any fractures, heartbeat and things that need actual equipment to figure out.)
+ She can fly and lift twice her size while she’s at it
+ She has the power of healing which she can use on herself
+ Her echolocation skills are very advanced and can probably get through a complicated maze without much trouble
- For one, she’s blind and thus cannot properly defend herself.
- While she does have heightened senses, most of the time, she fails to notice who she is talking to or is beside her until they speak up.
- She gets tired when she treats truly fatal wounds
- She doesn’t have the heart to kill other people (unless extremely angered which is hard to do)
There are times where she would take care of Ichi, Vincent’s German Shepherd, so she actually grows close to the dog.
Despite her disability, she learned how to write. She also knows Morse code which she often uses to convey hidden messages to Vincent. |
52,532 | 1,423 | 12 | 2,502 | 1,203 | At first, the only indication of any reaction from Tamara towards the woman's outburst was a slight wrinkling around her eyes as she smiled sweetly behind her mask. "Laugh it up while you can, sweetheart. I'll be sure to return the favour when it's your turn to get strapped." She turned towards her so-called "handler", ignoring the pair of agents still standing beside her. "I'm sure that my babysitter here could offer a perfectly reasonable explanation; that the jacket is a "safety precaution" and that they're "just following protocol", hmm?" Snorting, she shook her head as much as the jacket's hood would allow her. "Meaning that after two years they don't trust me to not burn the place down out of spite. Really shows you what they think of us."
A small sigh came through the speaker. "For once though, they did ask politely for me to not do that, so I guess they don't really want me testing how fire-proof this thing actually is. They're supposed to let me out before we leave." She took a step towards Sonya, ignoring the restraining hand that was placed on her shoulder. "I guess we'll find out if they will actually keep their word."
Having said her piece, she now took the time to examine each of the others, pinning them with sharp eye in turn. Ignoring the ones who were obviously agents (they were the only ones dressed in the tacky suits), there were three females and two males. What specifically they were, Tamara neither knew nor cared. What mattered was that she was pretty sure that none of them were who she was looking for, though the glassy-eyed one did look cute. Something to think about for later. | Tamara] - Female ] - Unknown ] - lost ]
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Tamara
Unknown, but appears to be late teens to early twenties
also unknown
female
Subject was first spotted in Budapest. Place of birth unknown
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Subject bears the appearance of a young woman in her late teens/early twenties. Her skin is partially scaled, primarily along her arms, legs, stomach and back. She possesses a scaled tail tipped with a curved, blunt spike, and large wings emerge from her back. Has a very fit and muscular body.
Violet, vertical slit-pupils
jet black, permanent violet streak on the right side
Half-demon
6’1”
152 lbs
Has several scars across her body, unknown origins
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-Very sarcastic, and appears to not take things very seriously
-Tends to give nicknames to everyone she meets
-Is extremely determined to find whomever it is she is looking for
-Does not seem to be very concerned about her appearance
-Is extremely confident; can at times come across as arrogant or predatory
-Tends to be very touchy-feely towards people she likes
Subject’s past is unknown. Her first appearance on our radar was the initial incident two years ago, when she was found in the center of a large explosion. Agents pursued her across the globe for nearly six months before successfully capturing her. During interrogation, Subject claimed to have no memory prior to that incident, and also expressed a need to “find someone”, though she didn’t seem to know the identity of the person she was looking for. She seemed to believe that she would recognize them when she found them, and that it was very important she do so. Her actual identity is also unknown; “Tamara” was the name of one of the agents interrogating her, and she subsequently adopted it.
Due to the nature of the Subject’s power, she has been deemed too hazardous to experiment upon until a more effective means of suppressing her powers can be found, or more durable protective gear can be made. Because of the potential for collateral damage, the Subject was placed in isolated containment. She has remained there ever since, a fact that she is extremely resentful of.
-Being air-born
-Physical contact (or at least has a disregard for the personal space of others)
-Seems to have an inordinate fondness for using her powers
-sour candies
-Being confined
-The fact that she can’t remember things
-Clothes (or at least she doesn’t seem to care when she incinerates hers)
-Sleeping alone (has a habit of “claiming” someone for the night)
Due to the degree of strength and control the Subject has over her powers, it is assumed that her mother is a demon. However, no other details are known.
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Subject has, on occasion, referred to members of both sexes as “cutie”; otherwise, unknown
Unknown due to retrograde amnesia
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Tamara can generate napalm-like violet flames, create air-burst explosions, and shift her vision into the thermal spectrum. In addition to granting her flight, Subject’s wings have an extremely malleable nature, and she uses them like a second pair of arms.
-Is extraordinarily strong-willed and stubborn
-Has a powerful presence that either intimidates or attracts people
-Possesses combat training of unknown origin
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-Subject possesses a highly elevated body temperature, enough that she will actually steam when it rains, and shows up easily on thermal scans.
-Has a tendency to burn when in an elevated emotional state
-Eyes turn pure violet and glow when using thermal vision
-Emits a noticeable smoky scent
-Gets frustrated easily, especially whenever her lack of memory or her “search” is brought up
-Seems to have great difficulty truly trusting others
-Unable to sit still
-Presumably due to her amnesia, she doesn’t understand how most technology works |
52,533 | 1,423 | 13 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Flynn ]
A force of nature. Wide eyed and watching Tamara, that was the impression Flynn got. Unlike most of the people in the room, she was awestruck by the unapologetic confidence and power. Then the hologram continued and she scowled, electricity crackling between her fingers momentarily. Her blue eyes almost seemed to glow. "Sedation?" she growled. "We've been dragged here to help and you want to drug us?" It was difficult to make Flynn angry; at her core, she was a kind and patient person, but she grew more and more intolerant of any sort of oppression toward halfbreeds. "Am I the only one here objecting to this?" she asked, her gaze flickering to the others.
KB ]
"Do you know how many people mildly sedate themselves for a plane ride anyway?" KB interjected boredly. He kept it to himself that he, too, would be drugged because fuck planes; they caused anxiety for the agent, so he failed to see any problem with the proposed plan. "Besides," he added as his gaze hardened, "you're here on our terms. If you don't like them, we can terminate the contract and then you." To her credit, the halfbreed didn't completely falter under his glare, but she clearly wanted to say more. She fell back into silence.
He watched Tamara--who had been ignoring until then due to her eccentric nature. She was no doubt the biggest current threat, and he disliked the way she spoke. Cocky as hell. Sarcastic. Almost too smart for her own good. Though, if she was that smart, she wouldn't have been captured at all. "You’re supposed to kill me if I go all 'wild child' on you," she had said, and the general seemed uncomfortable with the idea. However, KB thought to himself, Should probably kill you now. Honestly, what is Axis thinking? He rolled his eyes to himself and continued to study the rest of the files, his finger now tapping against the side of the folder in irritation even without Blake's influence. He knew he wouldn't be the biggest fighter on the team, especially with the half breeds here. So he was taking it upon himself to know as much as possible; it was what he mostly did for Axis anyway. | KB ] - ♂ ] - 24 ] - Watcher ]
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Kenji Bromheart
KB, Ken
24
April 20
Male
North Eastern USA
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Pale pink eyes and skin white, like snow, easily identify the young man as albino. This is the most obvious thing about his appearance, and the rest of him is rather average: he stands only at 5'9", weighing in at about 150 lbs. Under his clothes, though, are lean and toned muscles. During the day, he wears sunglasses and clothes that protect his light skin from the harsh sun. At night, you might catch him in large hipster glasses or just contacts.
Pale pink
White
Agent
5'9" / 175cm
150lbs / 68kg
He has various piercings decorating his ears. As for tattoos, he has a tribal half sleeve on his right arm, its center piece flowers growing out of half a skull. On the inside of the wrist on his other arm, a minimalist bullet.
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Ken comes off as pretty cool headed--maybe a little broody--but under enough pressure, he'll become very angry. Despite that darker side of him, he's generally friendly to the people around him and likes to laugh. He likes a neat, warm environment and is more introverted than extroverted even if he tries not to be. He's confident, but soft spoken. He may seem vain with the amount of time he puts into his appearance, but it's something he's picked up from both of his parents.
KB was pretty well adjusted growing up, though his parents always seemed more in love with each other than they were with him. So, without enough attention from either, he's grown up to love attention he does get, even if he won't admit it.
Guns, puzzles, people who can make him laugh, people watching
People with a stick up their ass, half breeds (and full breeds), melee
While he's an only child, both his parents had worked for Axis. While his father stuck with it (and recently died on the job), his mother quit long ago. Not to raise KB or anything, but she decided she needed something a little less dangerous so she could better garantee being there for her son and husband. So, she works as a detective for the local police department. Her connection to the Axis is useful for agents looking for civilian intel--including KB.
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Bisexual
Single
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There isn't a lot even an agent can get away with carrying around 24/7. So, usually, the most KB has is a hand pistol and knife. However, depending on the job, you could catch him with a sniper rifle or assault rifle.
+ Excellent marksmanship
+ Intelligent / Observant / Perceptive, whatever you'd like to call it
+ Confident
- Close combat--he's not terrible but he's pretty terrible if you consider the enemy
- Extended periods of sun exposure are especially bad for his skin and eyes, so he does most of his work at night
- Tbh he can't even use a gun without contacts and/or glasses because of what albinism does to his eyes
He's less of a combative role in the Axis and more of a researcher / intelligence gatherer. He's one of Axis' pairs of eyes, and he's usually one of the first to report strange activity. When he is on a job that'll spill blood, he prefers to do it from a very, very far distance. His weapon of choice is a sniper rifle, for example.
Flynn ] - ♀ ] - 24 ] - Tired ]
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Branwen Flynn Mitchellson
Prefers Flynn
24
February 13th
Female
Southern USA
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Flynn stands at 5'5" and has a slim figure, but tends to wear boots with a small heel to make her look just a little taller. She likes large sweaters or pretty dresses (with pockets) to wear in addition. I suppose if you wanted to label her style, it'd be "sloppy formal." Her dark hair is long and straight, framing a soft face. Her eyes are a little big and her nose small, giving her a cute appearance.
Blue
Dark brown
Halfbreed, demon
5'5" / 165cm
125lbs / 57kg
A simple piercing in each ear, nothing too fancy. On the inside of her wrist, a dark silhouette of a flying bird is inked.
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Flynn is friendly enough, but these days she's very tired and doesn't smile as often. She enjoys company and has a plain sense of humor. She's extroverted by nature and craves stimulation outside her mid; as a result, she's always seeking something fun to do with other people. It's difficult for a half demon to keep friends, however, and she doesn't stay in one place for very long.
Her mother was human, so Flynn is relatively weak compared to other halfbreeds. She didn't know her mother very well, either, because giving birth to Flynn costed her her life. However, Flynn grew up very close to her father. He still lives, and works on his own plane to find what's been making Earth such an unsafe place. Flynn does her own work: protecting other halfbreeds and reluctantly assisting Axis with this unknown threat.
Blades, people, video games, drinking
Travel, Axis of course, politics, mango
An only child to her demon father, Flynn had been given a lot of attention growing up. Her mother passed away during childbirth, but her father has only loved her anyway, never making her feel blamed for her mother's death.
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Bisexual
Single
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Her father is a very strong demon, able to control and create lightning and electricity. He could even become electricity and travel at speeds unknown to earthlings. Flynn, however, can create sparks in her finger tips and "zoom" very short distances in a flash of electricity. As for equipment, she carries a large knife in her boot, but nothing more since getting close to her opponent is very easy. And them getting close is usually a mistake.
+ Typical strenghts of a halfbreed
+ She's particularly fast for even a halfbreed, however
+ Attentive to detail
- She's not the brighest bulb in the box
- She's extremely sympathetic toward other halfbreeds and will to great lengths to help them
- Has trouble settling conflict without a fight
- Has absolutely no clue how to use a gun
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52,534 | 1,423 | 14 | 1,625 | 873 | Sonya - Agent and Blake - half demon Helsing
The flight was uneventful which Sonya was grateful for, they didn't need anything happening while over 50000 miles in the air. She had noticed how some of the half breeds had put up some fuss about the sedation, though others welcomed it. Namely her brother. She worried about him, how he had to work with people and be around them constantly. She knew that his other half was strong for having a human mother, and this worried her.
But she had more to worry about than just her brother. She had to worry about the whole team, and her charge. The latter put more stress on her than she really needed. She was just grateful that she had other agents she could rely on.
When they landed in London Blake felt relieved as the cabin was small and even though he asked for double sedation he could feel everyone's emotions. But he was grateful that the last of the sedative wore off once they landed.
Three black SUV's waited for them as the exited the plane. There was to be one agent in each and the half-breeds split amongst them. The first one held Sonya, Tamara, and Flynn. The Second one held Vincent, Layla, and Tarn . The third held KB, Nyra and Blake.
Again the ride was quiet but Blake was feeling restless and being in the same car as the half angel that he wanted to feed from earlier was..... he had to think about other things to keep from causing trouble. Though he was sure that both the agent and the half-breed felt his influence, the tingle in the back of their skulls and the rise in irritation. Though he tried to keep it from getting worse.
Sonya on the other hand was at ease and was focusing on a data pad. She was trying to keep up with any new information they had on this unknown threat. She was fully aware of her charge and the other half-breed.
They arrived at their destination and Sonya noticed that it was an old historic hotel. God, no wonder there were civilian casualties! This place is bursting with life! She thought as she looked around the plaza before getting out the SUV. She had placed a thin sheet over Tamara that hid her, it was a nano tech sheet with smart vision technology. So anyone who looked in their direction would "see through" her.
They were lead to the 14th floor, which held several room that were completely destroyed. Sonya shook her head as she motioned the other to spread out and look for clues. Though she doubted that they would, the Axis were diligent in these kind of things.
Blake looked about the three rooms that were destroyed. There was still blood splatter on the walls in a few places, it was dark reminder that people died there. All of which were Agents, he couldn't help but feel that they deserved it though he knew his sister would disagree.
"I feel nothing, not even death..... interesting." He said as he looked at a large blood stain on the floor. It was light in colour which was odd as it should of been dark. He squatted and touched the stain, it was wet and just slightly warm. This wasn't normal......
He stood slowly before going over to one of the other half-breeds and holding out his hand to show the wet blood. He didn't say anything as he looked around the room, he hoped that they would understand as it seemed the Agents weren't aware of this.
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"Blake Helsing"
"Helsing."
"25 yrs roughly"
"none of your business"
"Male"
"Why do you care to know?"
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"I'm tall and lean, though muscular. I have a sharp look, or so people say, as my jaw line is vary angular and my nose comes to a point. I like to stay in shape as you never know when someone wants to break your neck, though as I said before I'm lean so you can't tell just how strong I am. "
"Blue"
"Blond"
" Half demon, so back off"
"6'6"
"195lbs"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know."
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Aggressive: Blake is really aggressive and will not care to run over if you get in his way. If you are brave enough to challenge him physically, you better be ready for him to be overly aggressive and enraged.
Head Strong: Blake usually doesn't care to hear what others have to say, but when he does and your views go against his own he will become head strong and say that you are wrong. Even if you make a good argument or are right he will still say that you are wrong. Also as soon as he has made up his mind on something there is little anyone can do to change it.
Withdrawn/Silent: Blake doesn't like to talk much and its rare for anyone to get a full conversation from him. He doesn't like people to much so he finds that he has no need for words. If you do happen to get him to talk it means that he finds you interesting though once he loses interest he will stop talking to you.
Fight/Flight: Blake has a strong self preservation and will either fight, if he thinks he can win, or run, if he thinks that the threat is to great. He wont normally save others unless he finds them interesting.
Curious: Blake can be quite curious in certain things and once he is curious about something he will go to no ends to figure out everything about the thing he is interested in.
"My history is my own, ask Sonya if you want to know."
"Guns, swords, dark shadows, being on my own. And my sister"
"People, most animals, books, most nice things. The Axis!"
"I have a sister, you don't need to know more."
skip a heartbeat →
Straight
Single
what lies unawaken →
Blake can summon shadows and can bring out the worst in people. The shadows he summons can rip someone to shreds ( at great cost ), blind / confuse ( less cost ), and can even be made into shadowy wings ( Medium ).
Being part Emotion Eater demon ( aka emo eater ), he can cause others to feel or act out a certain way. He can gain some strength when someone is feeling depressed, enraged, agony, etcetera. But this only when people are feeling extreme emotions.
- physically strong - great reflexes - sharp eye sight - great at remaining hidden
- bad communication skills - once he loses his cool and is in demon mode it's hard for him to calm down - his sister, as he would do anything to keep her safe.
Sonya and Blake are twins but only one is half demon. The Axis doesn't know this.
Sonya Helsing] - Female ] - 25yrs ] - Strong ]
at first sight →
"My name is Sonya Helsing
"Sunny"
"I'm 25yrs old"
"Sept, 12th"
"I am Female"
"I did most of my growing up in Russia, where exactly was I born I have no idea"
you're beautiful →
"I'm not as tall as my brother nor as strong. But I am well muscled and can handle nearly anything that comes my way. My frame is very feminine with enticing curves, or so I have been told. I have an almost a doll like face other than my right eye which has scarring around it."
"both were blue, but only one is now the other is more a sandy colour"
Blonde
"I am an Axis agent."
5'6
169lbs
"My right eye has been enhanced (see history) so I can see nearly as well as my brother in that eye."
under your skin →
Strong- Sonya can handle her own in nearly any situation. It doesn't have to be physical strength but emotional and mental strength. She had gone through a lot and has come all the stronger.
Charming - one of the few things not taught in the Axis is how to be charming. But Sonya excels at it, she is a natural at winning people over. The Axis took notice of this when she was younger and groomed her for spy work. Now she uses her charms to get information.
Flirty - Sonya can be a ruthless flirt, which seems to go hand in hand with being charming. It's all part of her skills and the grooming she got from the Axis.
Confident - she always seems to believe that she can't fail, which can sometimes be taken as cocky. But she must believe that she and the Axis can make and with the fewest deaths possible.
Anxious - under all her charms, strength and confidence she is very anxious and even paranoid. She constantly worries about her brother and what would happen if the Axis found out. She can't bare the thought of the Axis torturing her brother in the effort to get info out of him. Or to learn why he is half demon and she is not.
"My mother was an Axis agent a long time ago, who, from what I can dig up, was raped by an Emo Eater. I'm not sure why she didn't have an abortion, but I am grateful. She is well known in the Axis for having been one of their best spies. But no one knows why she suddenly disappeared 25yrs ago, not until I showed up at an Axis headquarters with a note pinned to my basket. All it said that I was Helsing's daughter and that my name was Sonya, at least I know my mother named me.
Growing up in the Axis was hard and having a great spy of a mother was hard to live up to. Everybody expected great things from me, it was hard growing up with that kind of pressure, but I endured. By the time I was 15 I was sent on my first mission. It wasn't anything major, my team and I were just searching for an artifact. But something went terribly wrong and we were attacked by a band of demons. I did my best to fight them off but I got hit in the face and fell. I don't remember much other than seeing another demon suddenly appear and fight off the rest. Only me and one other survived. We were later told that we were getting a medal for Bravery for fighting off the demon trap. I never told them what I saw or thought I saw. It was during this time that my vision and colour in my right eye began to fade. My Axis cell quickly reached out to our top doctors in eye and cybernetic research, they were able to save my eye and enhance its vision though the colour would never come back. Plus I would have to live with the scarring.
After I was healed I began to wonder about the demon I saw. No demon would save young Axis agents that much I knew for sure. I began to search for this unknown person without telling anyone. The Axis did not need to know and I felt that more people would just get in my way. Looking back now I was foolish not to tell anybody, as it could of gone horribly wrong. But I want to know and the more I dug around the more I began to notice small clues. These weren't ordinary clues though, as I began to get the feeling that they were being left for me to find. Being young and stupid I followed the s bread crumbs until they lead to an old church in Rome, oddly enough it was a church my mother use to love as it over looked the country side.
That was when I met Blake, he was waiting for me. He was sitting in the front pew in the empty church. I remember how he turned around slowly, his eyes were fierce and cold, his face was stern and his body ridged. But as he stared at me his whole expression changed and seemed to soften a little. All I was able to ask was 'Why?' And all he responded was 'I had to meet my twin sister.'
I should of walked out right then and there but I didn't. Instead I asked a thousand questions and he answered them all. And from that moment forward I had a brother and he a sister. And we have been protecting each other ever since."
"the game of getting information, animals, old books, finding artifacts, the Axis and my brother"
Fighting, assassination(I can do it but I rather not), failing, demons and rogue angels
"I have a brother, but no one knows about him."
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
Sonya carries a small hand gun, three hidden blades, the latest tazer designed to affect a demons or angels powers. Plus she also carries powders / poisons in some of her jewelry that she wears.
¤ Charismatic
¤ Quick witted
¤ Observant
¤ Confident
¤ great sight in her right eye
¤ Not bad in hand to hand combat
¤ not the best in heavy weaponry
¤ doesn't like to assassinate prefers straight up fight.
¤ can sometimes over think about a situation
¤ her brother as she tries to protect him from the Axis.
¤ she likes to believe that there shades of grey in her work, when somethings are clearly black and white.
....... |
52,535 | 1,423 | 15 | 1,836 | 2,633 | Vincent - Axis Agent and Layla - Halfbreed Angel
Vincent had been staring at the back of the seat in front of him for who knows how long. He had already done maintenance on his guns and he knew which magazine to grab if he went for a non-lethal shot. He actually looked pretty prepared for a full-blown fight despite this just being an investigation. To be completely honest, he isn't usually given an 'investigation' assignment and if he does, he's usually there to protect the agents inside. Just in case something else happens. He turned to Layla who was peacefully looking at the back of the seat, just like him. She had taken the window seat, of course, and her cane leaned on the side of the chair. He truly was worried for his friend. This was going to be her first time interacting with other halfbreeds, and the first impression wasn't truly the best. Hopefully, they'd get along. But considering that Layla was actually raised by the Axis... The black haired male sighed and shook his head. He hated having to worry about anything but since this is his childhood friend (and charge) he was talking about, he couldn't help it.
The plane landed safely and no one caused any disturbances. The last thing he wanted to do was fight on a plane. Who knows how that will turn out. He and Layla exited the plane, her hand on his right shoulder and his left shoulder was his pack which contains extra clips and magazines that he might need. As the others departed straight for the SUVs, he had to talk with one of the crew and they took out his sniper rifle and his pet dog, Ichi. Apparently, they didn't want the dog inside the cabin so they decided to make it wait at another portion of the plane. Glad that both his rifle and his dog was fine, he took the rifle case, which held the disassembled parts of the sniper rifle, and then headed out.
Layla had not spoken up in the SUV. It was surprising, really, given that she was friendly and would often strike conversations with those inside, even when they were Axis agents. However, even she felt that it might not be the right time. Given time, they would all have to learn how to work together and actually become acquaintances with some level of trust. Not just people thrown together to form a group composed of strong humans and halfbreeds to counteract whatever strange force this was.
Ichi was the first to jump out of the SUV once Vincent had opened the door. The dog immediately went to Layla, offered her his leech, and the two started to walk. This was always what happened when they were in a mission. It's so that Vincent would be able to move out of the way quickly and not worry about anyone else. He wore his backpack and then headed inside. His rifle case sitting comfortably at his hand. Although he was thinking of maybe staying back and snipe from another position, this was also fine. The black haired male decided to leave it to the halfbreeds to search the destroyed place. He gave them enough trust for them to see this through. Surely, there were some privileges for working with the Axis on this unknown threat.
Layla couldn't help too much on the investigation, given that she was blind. Although her other senses, like her hearing, actually proved to be a good thing. She would be able to hear any disturbances within the floor without much trouble. So she stayed near the stairwell, eyes closed and both hands resting on top of her cane as she did so. She had also let Ichi go, so he could help with his handy nose.
The German Shepherd had followed the halfbreeds, Blake in particular. There wasn't any particular reason why he was following him. Perhaps it was because it smelled something odd from the room he was going into? Ichi then began to sniff around the room, and upon coming to the blood stains, began to bark but when Blake had already taken care of that, he had stopped and then proceeded to sniff around the room to maybe find something other than this 'blood'.
Vincent made his way back to Sonya after searching some of the other rooms which contained... well, nothing. "Nothing was in there. I bet whoever ambushed those agents stayed in those three rooms and got out there as well. I'm hoping that the halfbreeds find something interesting." He reported with a shrug. | ”Hawk”] - Male ] - 22 ] - Marksman ]
at first sight →
”The name’s Vincent. Only Vincent.”
”Codename’s Hawk. That’s what most agents call me now.”
”We think it’s somewhere around 22.”
”I don’t have a birthday. I was taken in at June 28 though.”
”Male, obviously.”
”I was taken in from a young age. Don’t know where I came from.”
you're beautiful →
Vincent looks older than what he actually is. He is rather small for his age and looks lean. He rarely smiles on missions but when he isn't in a mission, there's a relaxed smile that is ever present in his face. When doing assassination attempts, he usually wears a mask to cover his identity. However, he is quick to hide this mask when he's in the public.
"I have black eyes. Some say that they look lifeless but I just say that these are the eyes of a killer."
"As black as my heart eyes."
”I’m an Axis Agent.”
”5’7.”
”Somewhere around 165 to 170 pounds.”
”My right arm is actually a cybernetic. I can open it at will and inside there’s a cartridge for my rifle and a compact smoke grenade.”
under your skin →
Vincent will do anything to do his job properly. You can say that he’s one of the people who just loves doing his work and his only reasoning is because he needs to repay the company for taking care of him ever since he was a child. It can be said that he doesn’t have any mercy or any form of morality. Anything is fair game to Vincent, may it be a child, a demon or an angel. As long as you’re his target, he will kill you. He has never been bribed into sparing anyone. However, when he does kill a child that is just right in front of him, he has a tendency to close his eyes as soon as he pulls the trigger.
However, outside of the job, Vincent is pretty relaxed and nice despite his rough upbringing in Axis. While he kills half-breeds, angels and demons as a job, he doesn’t have any personal grudges towards them although there are exceptions to these (like the one that ripped his arm off). He is brutally honest at times and is usually straightforward, not sparing any effort to sugarcoat the truth.
Vincent was one of the orphans that was taken in by the Axis so he grew up inside a facility with no one to call his family so he began thinking as the other kids as siblings their instructor as his father. He never saw much of the outside world when he was a child and instead of action figures and video games, he had guns and knives to play with. Holding a gun felt very natural to him. It was on an outdoor training when a demon appeared and began barraging him with attacks. He was alone and still very much inexperienced. He did everything he could to defeat the demon but couldn’t and lost his arm in the process. While he failed to defeat a rogue demon, they still allowed him to stay and made a cybernetic arm for him. He showed excellent marks when it comes to long-range assassination and also showed interest in robotics and such. He also grew up with Layla, a halfbreed angel, and still continues to take care of her and sometimes takes her with him on assassination missions, depending on what he needs.
Robotics, rifles, artificial limbs, Ichi, Axis, Layla
Missing a target, failure, annoying targets
”I don’t have any. Orphan here.”
skip a heartbeat →
”I believe I’m an asexual.”
”Single.”
what lies unawaken →
At most assassination missions, he brings with him a Barrett XM500 with thermal vision. Also on missions, he carries two Glock 17s. He always has two‘Baby Glocks’ and two knives hidden within his person.
+ Expert marksman
+ Hacking
+ Assembling guns and hiding them (whenever he needs a concealed rifle)
+ His right arm is made of one of the toughest metals on Earth so it’s pretty sturdy
- Catch him without a weapon and he won’t be too big of a problem
- Will risk his life just to finish the job
- His right arm can malfunction at certain situations
- Actually has a weak spot for kids (he shuts his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The split second given by this habit is enough for his downfall.)
Vincent has a German Shepherd named Ichi derived from "Ichaival", a mythological Norse weapon. It serves as his guard and attack dog when he's on sniping missions. It is very loyal to its master. Vincent had picked up the dog when he was in his teen years when he saw it abandoned as a pup and with permission, made it his own.
Ichi is well known inside the Axis base that Vincent is stationed at. It is more than an attack dog as when it doesn't go on missions, it's usually out and delivering letters.
Layla] - Female ] - 22 ] - Caretaker ]
at first sight →
Layla
People often refer to her as “Doc” when they start to trust her.
22
October 31, or so she was told
Female
She vaguely remembers slums but grew up in an Axis facility.
you're beautiful →
Layla has, what a person calls, an ‘average figure’. She doesn’t have much of a chest and is rather average in the height department, if not smaller. What does catch other’s attention is her blurred eyes and then the gentle smile on her face. She always seems to wear a doctor’s lab coat just to look professional and carries around a retractable cane. She does have wing tattoos on her back which, when activated, actually turn into white angel wings.
A blurred violet
light brown.
Halfbreed Angel
5’5
136 lbs
The Axis made her contacts that would make her look like she’s not blind but she leaves it behind at most times, even lost them once or twice. Her wings were actually modified to be able to contract her wings into a tattoo so she wouldn’t stand out too much but everyone in the facility knows about it anyway. Her back also has multiple scars that couldn't be fully healed thanks to these experiments.
under your skin →
Layla is a very calm and caring person. Despite knowing that the Axis, whom she is working for, killed her parents and took her in as some sort of healing slave, she doesn’t bear a grudge towards them. She is passive about a lot of things. She believes that they treat her well enough, given that she was allowed free roam around the facility and even create friends despite her obviously different properties. She is also highly dependent on Vincent when it comes to her personal life when they were young so that’s why she was able to forge a friendly relationship with him.
Layla was born to an angel mother and a human father, causing her to actually have pretty distinct angel physical looks and powers. It was only when she was eight when the Axis raided their home and killed both of her parents. Upon seeing the blind child, they took her in and experimented on her angel wings. It caused pain and they were able to actually hide the wings. They also found that she was able to heal humans, making her quite an asset. But they had to assure her loyalty, and thus was left to Vincent to take care of her and become her ‘friend’. And so she grew up around killer humans who hunt her own kind, but for some odd reason or another, she doesn’t have the heart to hate them. Perhaps it was because of her angel half?
Books, Helping, Animals (Ichi especially), Healing, Vincent
Extreme flavors of food, Life and death situations, Her friends getting hurt
They’re dead.
skip a heartbeat →
Demisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
She has the power of flight and can lift at most, twice her size while flying. Any more and she begins have more noticeable difficulties. She also has the power of healing. This works on humans, demons and other angels. She also has a much higher sense of hearing, to the point where she sometimes uses echolocation to figure out where she is, and touch, which she uses for medical purposes (checking for any fractures, heartbeat and things that need actual equipment to figure out.)
+ She can fly and lift twice her size while she’s at it
+ She has the power of healing which she can use on herself
+ Her echolocation skills are very advanced and can probably get through a complicated maze without much trouble
- For one, she’s blind and thus cannot properly defend herself.
- While she does have heightened senses, most of the time, she fails to notice who she is talking to or is beside her until they speak up.
- She gets tired when she treats truly fatal wounds
- She doesn’t have the heart to kill other people (unless extremely angered which is hard to do)
There are times where she would take care of Ichi, Vincent’s German Shepherd, so she actually grows close to the dog.
Despite her disability, she learned how to write. She also knows Morse code which she often uses to convey hidden messages to Vincent. |
52,536 | 1,423 | 16 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Flynn ]
Flynn had been the most vocal about the sedatives, but calmed down once actually given them. She was surprised, too, by how little they gave her; she had expected to be knocked out for the flight. Well, that wasn't so bad, she thought partway through the flight, her blue eyes gazing calmly out the window. When they landed, she happily stretched, feeling completely renewed. "What's next?" she had asked as the vans arrived. When she took her seat inside, she watched Tamara for a bit.
Though, the fellow halfbreed grew less and less interesting as the ride went on, and Flynn's curiosity had shifted over to the human and her data pad instead. However, she didn't understand half of what was on the screen at anytime and she grew bored. Sighing, she contented herself by playing with sparks of electricity between the fingers of both hands until the party arrived at the hotel.
And boy, was the hotel damaged. Eyes wide, she followed everyone else's lead and searched. She wasn't really sure what they were searching for, however, so she mostly wandered aimlessly. Flynn was not trained in this sort of work, so she mostly stared in awe at the destruction that this hotel had meant. Finally, a fellow halfdemon walked over with his hand up. Grateful for the distraction from the fact that she felt like a total dumbass, she peered curiously and her brows furrowed together.
Stupidly, she opened her mouth to speak, but caught Blake's gesture just in time and her mouth immediately shut again. She followed his gaze over to the agents and only crossed her arms instead.
KB ]
KB had no idea how the flight went. Like the half demons, he was out: drunk for the first half and self medicated into a minicoma for the second. He was the last one off the plane, and he had stepped into the van with a lazy yawn. The halfbreeds could have crashed the vehicle and escaped, and he'd probably fall asleep through it. Luckily, though, the agent managed to stay awake--if a little grouchy--until they reached their destination.
Yawning again as they were lead into the hotel, he continued to remain silent. In his drowsiness, he decided against being too hard on the halfbreeds; they were here to earn their freedom, after all. They had no reason to compromise the mission. KB, assured by the thought, searched other areas of the hotel and even went ahead to question the staff. Acquiring leads was the one big thing Axis used him for--he figured he could dig something up and put some sort of story together once enough evidence was collected.
When he finally rejoined the others, he only shrugged. He had nothing--nothing yet. The pieces would have to be put together. "Learn anything?" he asked instead, eyes flickering to the other agents. "Why was the dog barking?" | KB ] - ♂ ] - 24 ] - Watcher ]
at first sight →
Kenji Bromheart
KB, Ken
24
April 20
Male
North Eastern USA
you're beautiful →
Pale pink eyes and skin white, like snow, easily identify the young man as albino. This is the most obvious thing about his appearance, and the rest of him is rather average: he stands only at 5'9", weighing in at about 150 lbs. Under his clothes, though, are lean and toned muscles. During the day, he wears sunglasses and clothes that protect his light skin from the harsh sun. At night, you might catch him in large hipster glasses or just contacts.
Pale pink
White
Agent
5'9" / 175cm
150lbs / 68kg
He has various piercings decorating his ears. As for tattoos, he has a tribal half sleeve on his right arm, its center piece flowers growing out of half a skull. On the inside of the wrist on his other arm, a minimalist bullet.
under your skin →
Ken comes off as pretty cool headed--maybe a little broody--but under enough pressure, he'll become very angry. Despite that darker side of him, he's generally friendly to the people around him and likes to laugh. He likes a neat, warm environment and is more introverted than extroverted even if he tries not to be. He's confident, but soft spoken. He may seem vain with the amount of time he puts into his appearance, but it's something he's picked up from both of his parents.
KB was pretty well adjusted growing up, though his parents always seemed more in love with each other than they were with him. So, without enough attention from either, he's grown up to love attention he does get, even if he won't admit it.
Guns, puzzles, people who can make him laugh, people watching
People with a stick up their ass, half breeds (and full breeds), melee
While he's an only child, both his parents had worked for Axis. While his father stuck with it (and recently died on the job), his mother quit long ago. Not to raise KB or anything, but she decided she needed something a little less dangerous so she could better garantee being there for her son and husband. So, she works as a detective for the local police department. Her connection to the Axis is useful for agents looking for civilian intel--including KB.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
There isn't a lot even an agent can get away with carrying around 24/7. So, usually, the most KB has is a hand pistol and knife. However, depending on the job, you could catch him with a sniper rifle or assault rifle.
+ Excellent marksmanship
+ Intelligent / Observant / Perceptive, whatever you'd like to call it
+ Confident
- Close combat--he's not terrible but he's pretty terrible if you consider the enemy
- Extended periods of sun exposure are especially bad for his skin and eyes, so he does most of his work at night
- Tbh he can't even use a gun without contacts and/or glasses because of what albinism does to his eyes
He's less of a combative role in the Axis and more of a researcher / intelligence gatherer. He's one of Axis' pairs of eyes, and he's usually one of the first to report strange activity. When he is on a job that'll spill blood, he prefers to do it from a very, very far distance. His weapon of choice is a sniper rifle, for example.
Flynn ] - ♀ ] - 24 ] - Tired ]
at first sight →
Branwen Flynn Mitchellson
Prefers Flynn
24
February 13th
Female
Southern USA
you're beautiful →
Flynn stands at 5'5" and has a slim figure, but tends to wear boots with a small heel to make her look just a little taller. She likes large sweaters or pretty dresses (with pockets) to wear in addition. I suppose if you wanted to label her style, it'd be "sloppy formal." Her dark hair is long and straight, framing a soft face. Her eyes are a little big and her nose small, giving her a cute appearance.
Blue
Dark brown
Halfbreed, demon
5'5" / 165cm
125lbs / 57kg
A simple piercing in each ear, nothing too fancy. On the inside of her wrist, a dark silhouette of a flying bird is inked.
under your skin →
Flynn is friendly enough, but these days she's very tired and doesn't smile as often. She enjoys company and has a plain sense of humor. She's extroverted by nature and craves stimulation outside her mid; as a result, she's always seeking something fun to do with other people. It's difficult for a half demon to keep friends, however, and she doesn't stay in one place for very long.
Her mother was human, so Flynn is relatively weak compared to other halfbreeds. She didn't know her mother very well, either, because giving birth to Flynn costed her her life. However, Flynn grew up very close to her father. He still lives, and works on his own plane to find what's been making Earth such an unsafe place. Flynn does her own work: protecting other halfbreeds and reluctantly assisting Axis with this unknown threat.
Blades, people, video games, drinking
Travel, Axis of course, politics, mango
An only child to her demon father, Flynn had been given a lot of attention growing up. Her mother passed away during childbirth, but her father has only loved her anyway, never making her feel blamed for her mother's death.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
Her father is a very strong demon, able to control and create lightning and electricity. He could even become electricity and travel at speeds unknown to earthlings. Flynn, however, can create sparks in her finger tips and "zoom" very short distances in a flash of electricity. As for equipment, she carries a large knife in her boot, but nothing more since getting close to her opponent is very easy. And them getting close is usually a mistake.
+ Typical strenghts of a halfbreed
+ She's particularly fast for even a halfbreed, however
+ Attentive to detail
- She's not the brighest bulb in the box
- She's extremely sympathetic toward other halfbreeds and will to great lengths to help them
- Has trouble settling conflict without a fight
- Has absolutely no clue how to use a gun
Pretty much the girl next store of halfbreeds, Idk what to put here lol |
52,537 | 1,423 | 17 | 921 | 18 | Nyra could feel her skull tingling. Her temper was fragile at best, and being in a vehicle with someone who could influence emotions so strongly...it was difficult to keep her cool. She found herself staring out of the window, watching the buildings go past. Luckily the trip didn't last too long.
"Woah," they drove up in front of a massive hotel, all old stone and ivy. "This is amazing!" She whispered under her breath, then proceeded to turn bright red in embarrassment. Hurrying out the car, she went into the building to see what she could find, and came across Layla with her hand resting on the banister. "See...uhh, um sense anything?"
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Tarn was glad that he got paired with Vincent and Layla in the SUV. Although they weren't talking to him, the fact that there was a dog in the car made him feel at home. He went to stroke Ichi but stopped himself in time - if he was a dog trained to hunt down half-breeds then, well, it probably wasn't a great idea. His strays loved him, but he didn't fancy having his hand bitten. It was weird, seeing the sights of London out the window - he had a few friends in the city who'd moved down from Scotland.
Once they'd arrived, Tarn left Layla and Vincent and went on ahead. He noticed Blake standing and went over to have a glance. That's when the smell of blood hit him - after giving the half demon a look to tell him he'd noticed the odd freshness, he hurried back down the stairs to get some fresh air, clutching his forehead.
There was something about that blood that set him off. The demon half of him lusted for it, and it was tingling in the back of his scalp.
Still, it was strange. The blood had been so fresh...despite being old. And the sense of nothingness...It was all rather ominous. | Tarn ] - Male ] - 24 ] - Cautious ]
at first sight →
Tarn Brevit (dislikes people calling him by his surname)
'That guy with the headphones', Tar
24
February 21st
Male
Originally from Scotland
you're beautiful →
Tarn takes care with his appearance, having a great interest in dressing fashionably. More often than not, he can be seen wearing a pair of semi-transparent headphones - though this is mainly to help him avoid conversations with other people, and they are usually not playing any music. Slightly taller than average, with messy dark brown hair, a pale complexion (he has his Scottish heritage to thank for that) and a lean build. Usually wears high-necked shirts/jackets and/or scarves, in order to hide a nasty scar he has by his left collarbone. In addition, Tarn has a piercing in his left eyebrow.
He has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail can become sharp and bladed when under stress (see P O W E R S section). This tail is made of something rather heavy, so he avoids stepping on weighing scales.
Turquoise due to being a halfbreed, but he wears green contacts to hide this
Dark brown
Halfbreed (demon)
6"1 or 185cm
Uncertain, all that Tarn knows is that he's lean and muscular for his height. Would be much heavier than normal due to his tail weighing a lot.
Pierced left eyebrow. He'd love a tattoo, but has a huge fear of needles.
under your skin →
Despite his seemingly cold exterior, Tarn is actually an incredibly nice guy - he just can't afford to let others get close to him. The isolation has started to get to him though, and he often finds himself almost talking to people before he can stop himself. He tends to manage this by instead feeding and looking after the many stray dogs around his area, occasionally letting some sleep in his flat - though the landlord would not approve if they found out! Before the incident in Scotland, he used to be a fun and outgoing guy, with a love of humor, art and videogames, and now hides all of this personality behind a wall. So far it's kept him safe from the likes of rumors and Axis.
He knows he can't keep it up forever though, and cracks are beginning to form.
Born to a demon mother and human father in a remote area of Scotland, Tarn lived a pretty normal childhood until the age of 16. He received his scar one night after a party, when someone tried to mug him at knife-point on his way home. Tarn would normally have handed over his valuables, but was heavily underneath the influence of alcohol - all the police know is that the pair of them woke up in hospital the following morning, Tarn with the knife-wound to his left shoulder, and the other guy with far more serious injuries.
This event shook Tarn a lot, and he left Scotland to go to university in the USA. He's now employed as an office-worker, and spends most of his earnings on technology and clothes, as he has few friends. This is more an act of self-preservation, due to his mother teaching him about his demon heritage after the mugging incident, and warning him about Axis. He reckons that the fewer friends he has, the lower the chances of suspicion.
Draws and paints a lot on the side, selling them for extra cash. Usually the pictures revolve around demons.
Art, dogs, noodle bars, being alone in the wilderness and quiet places. Plus the latest technology and clothes - Tarn is rather materialistic, having grown up in a remote area of Scotland and having nobody to spend his new source of income on but himself.
Needles (Tarn has an intense fear of them), alcohol (since the mugging incident) and boring conversations with his co-workers.
Doesn't hate Axis as he's not had any experience dealing with them - he just knows to be wary due to the warnings from his mother.
He has a demon mother and human father, but they still reside in Scotland, and for safety's sake he doesn't communicate with them. No other family/siblings.
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Bisexual
Single. Had a childhood fling around the age of 16, but hasn't had a relationship since.
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Tarn is uncertain of what the extent of his demon powers are. What he does know is that his fingernails can become incredibly tough and claw-like when threatened, and he has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail acts like his fingernails, and can become sharp and bladed when under stress.
- Perceptive / intelligent
- Keeps himself in good shape, can run & jump better than a human can
- Attends classes for close quarters combat (call it paranoia)
- Left arm is weakened due to his old stab wound. Hitting the scarred area can cause intense pain.
- Terrified of needles
- No friends or contacts / poor social skills
- Can't use any weapon/gun that requires 2 hands, due to his left shoulder
Tarn is incredibly fond of dogs, and often feeds the strays around his area. He can't actually keep one due to the landlord's rules, but usually lets a few of his favourite strays into his flat.
Nyra Williams] - Female ] - 23 ] - Ambitious ]
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Nyra Williams
Her stage name is "Light-twister" or simply "Twister"
23
September 16th
Female
Born in Norway
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Nyra has a thin frame, with pale skin, light brown eyes and short, very-dark blue hair. She has an unnatural beauty to her face (due to her angel heritage), a quality that she often uses to her advantage.
Light brown
Very very dark blue (looks almost black)
Halfbreed (angel)
5"6 or 167cm
128 lbs
None. She had some metalwork placed in her leg when she broke it as a kid, but it was only for medical purposes, in order to help it heal straight.
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Craves attention / loves socialising / charismatic / quick to anger / slow to trust others
Born to a large extended family, Nyra grew up having to fight for attention. Perhaps this is what has fueled her passion for winning & being the center of the spotlight, leading her to perform in Illusionist shows - she has used her half breed powers to increase her fame in this career, and now has a decent sized fanbase.
When performing, Nyra wears a mask. Some say it's to add to the drama - but really it's because it hides the fact that her eyes turn gold when she's using her powers.
- Winning
- Parties & socialising
- Guns
- Loud music
- People who get 'straight-to-the-point' when talking
- Losing
- Big egos & smooth-talkers
- Kids
Nyra has a large extended family - many uncles, many cousins, many - well, you name it, she has one (or four!). She occasionally gives them free tickets to her shows to keep the peace, and although she dislikes kids, Nyra sometimes babysits her 12 year old cousin Charlie - an odd little girl who is the one kid Nyra doesn't mind. She's not certain where her angel heritage came from, and has never bothered to ask.
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Bisexual (prefers men)
Single (with plenty of one-night stands)
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Nyra can manipulate light, and this is the basis for her 'Illusionist' shows: whether this is forming it into shapes (such as butterflies) or splitting it to produce colourful, but harmless, displays of colour. For combat purposes, she can create super-bright bursts of light to try to momentarily blind the enemy, attempt to disorientate them with light displays, or 'remove' the light from a small area to increase the shadows in which to hide.
Despite the usefulness of this light-manipulation, Nyra is unable to hurt others with her power. For this purpose, she carries both a handgun and a small blade, concealed on her person.
- Charismatic (as you have to be, for her line of work!)
- Good with a handgun
- Reasonably well-off money wise
- Her powers can't actually hurt people
- Quick to anger, can be a bit of an asshole at times
- Slow to trust others
- Eyes glow gold when she's using her powers, (so this is a big giveaway)
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52,538 | 1,423 | 18 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Tamara
The plane ride had been... irritating, to say the least. After two years of being cooped up in an underground cage, Tamara had been looking forward to flying again. But no, her new babysitter insisted that everyone ride in the plane. Was it faster? Grudgingly, yes. But that did not make up for the tiny sitting room, tiny window that you couldn't see anything out of, and the needle they gave her. It had taken them a little bit to find a vein that wasn't armoured by her scales, and the sedative made her thirsty.
At least the agents had kept their word and let her out of her straitjacket once they were out on the landing strip, substituting it for an ankle monitor that they politely asked her to not melt off. She still wore her red prison jumpsuit, primarily because it was the only thing she had that was designed with her wings and tail in mind, and Sonya had only given her a hard look when Tamara had suggested going without.
She'd openly laughed when they finally reached London and Sonya had handed her the camouflage sheet. They were really expecting her to walk around with a sheet over her head? It was ridiculous, but she had nonetheless complied, suggesting that Sonya wear a bag over her head so that they could match. That had earned her a reproachful growl from the one who's name she had learned was Blake, which only served to make her even more amused.
The car ride had been somewhat interesting at least, with one of the other girl, Flynn, looking at her the entire time. Tamara had met her gaze unflinchingly, her eyes openly roving over the girl's body, tail occasionally flicking over to brush against her foot. That was something that was definitely going to be worth looking into later.
When they finally reached the hotel room, Tamara shrugged off the sheet and stretched, wings reaching from wall to wall. ”Well, can't say I'm all that fond of the decor. Kinda messy, and a bit too much red for my liking,” she chuckled. Looking around with interest, she sidled across the floor as violet light enveloped her eyes. There had certainly been one hell of a fight here, but aside from them and a single stain on the floor, the place was cold. Whatever happened, nobody had been here since.
She moved stand beside Blake, bending to sniff at the blood on his hand. Nothing, like smelling water. ”I'll say this, Bi-eyes, your people put up a decent fight. You don't leave a stain that size without doing some damage.” She grabbed Blake's wrist and sucked one of his fingers into her mouth, her tongue sweeping along the digit. Could she have done this with her own hand? Yes, but that wouldn't get nearly as funny a reaction. Releasing him, she swirled the blood in her mouth. ”Hmm. Tastes like water. Definitely not angel or demon. Human would've cooled by now.” Tamara looked around again. ”Whatever it was, it got what it came for. Nobody's been here but us.”
Striding over to the stain, she swept one hand through it and allowed her flames to creep up her arm. "Let's try a little experiment." | Tamara] - Female ] - Unknown ] - lost ]
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Tamara
Unknown, but appears to be late teens to early twenties
also unknown
female
Subject was first spotted in Budapest. Place of birth unknown
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Subject bears the appearance of a young woman in her late teens/early twenties. Her skin is partially scaled, primarily along her arms, legs, stomach and back. She possesses a scaled tail tipped with a curved, blunt spike, and large wings emerge from her back. Has a very fit and muscular body.
Violet, vertical slit-pupils
jet black, permanent violet streak on the right side
Half-demon
6’1”
152 lbs
Has several scars across her body, unknown origins
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-Very sarcastic, and appears to not take things very seriously
-Tends to give nicknames to everyone she meets
-Is extremely determined to find whomever it is she is looking for
-Does not seem to be very concerned about her appearance
-Is extremely confident; can at times come across as arrogant or predatory
-Tends to be very touchy-feely towards people she likes
Subject’s past is unknown. Her first appearance on our radar was the initial incident two years ago, when she was found in the center of a large explosion. Agents pursued her across the globe for nearly six months before successfully capturing her. During interrogation, Subject claimed to have no memory prior to that incident, and also expressed a need to “find someone”, though she didn’t seem to know the identity of the person she was looking for. She seemed to believe that she would recognize them when she found them, and that it was very important she do so. Her actual identity is also unknown; “Tamara” was the name of one of the agents interrogating her, and she subsequently adopted it.
Due to the nature of the Subject’s power, she has been deemed too hazardous to experiment upon until a more effective means of suppressing her powers can be found, or more durable protective gear can be made. Because of the potential for collateral damage, the Subject was placed in isolated containment. She has remained there ever since, a fact that she is extremely resentful of.
-Being air-born
-Physical contact (or at least has a disregard for the personal space of others)
-Seems to have an inordinate fondness for using her powers
-sour candies
-Being confined
-The fact that she can’t remember things
-Clothes (or at least she doesn’t seem to care when she incinerates hers)
-Sleeping alone (has a habit of “claiming” someone for the night)
Due to the degree of strength and control the Subject has over her powers, it is assumed that her mother is a demon. However, no other details are known.
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Subject has, on occasion, referred to members of both sexes as “cutie”; otherwise, unknown
Unknown due to retrograde amnesia
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Tamara can generate napalm-like violet flames, create air-burst explosions, and shift her vision into the thermal spectrum. In addition to granting her flight, Subject’s wings have an extremely malleable nature, and she uses them like a second pair of arms.
-Is extraordinarily strong-willed and stubborn
-Has a powerful presence that either intimidates or attracts people
-Possesses combat training of unknown origin
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-Subject possesses a highly elevated body temperature, enough that she will actually steam when it rains, and shows up easily on thermal scans.
-Has a tendency to burn when in an elevated emotional state
-Eyes turn pure violet and glow when using thermal vision
-Emits a noticeable smoky scent
-Gets frustrated easily, especially whenever her lack of memory or her “search” is brought up
-Seems to have great difficulty truly trusting others
-Unable to sit still
-Presumably due to her amnesia, she doesn’t understand how most technology works |
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Nothing was showing up on any of Sonya's scans, at least nothing that was new. Anything that did show up was already in the reports from the previous Axis agents that searched the place. It was rather frustrating not finding anything and being sent to a place that had nothing new to offer to the investigation.
Why send us here? She thought as she looked down at the data pad again, she hoped to find something in the original notes that would help them. But she doubted she would find anything, as this was the hundredth time going through them.
That was when both her fellow agents came up to her and asked if she found anything. She shook her head as she looked up from the data pad. "Agreed," She said to Vincent. "Everything is the same as it was before..... I don't understand why Brass would send us here. We are some of their best agents and they send us on a ghost run." She said softly in frustration.
She gave a heavy sigh before looking around the room that was when she noticed that most of the half-breeds had gathered at the far end of the room. Though what she saw was Tamara sucking on Blake's fingers, she lifted an eyebrow as it was odd thing to see. She didn't understand what was going on as Blake was stoned face and showed nothing. But she did notice was Tamara move away from the small group.
"Tamara, would please not do that." She said as she went to move towards her.
Blake held out his arm and stopped Sonya from moving any closer. He was curious to see what the half-breed would do. As far as he could tell all of his half-breed counterparts had interesting reactions to tell place. The young male half demon had run out of the room hen he saw blood, that made him curious. But he would look into that later.
At that moment he wanted to see what the female fire demon half-breed was going to do. He looked at his sister for a moment when she pushed his arm down. He could see that she didn't like being stopped, but he could also sense that she was agitated. Though he was sure he knew why, they would talk about it later.
It was then that the hair on the back of his neck began to rise. He looked at the dog and noticed that it's fur had risen, so it wasn't just him. But was it because Tamara was doing her fire thing? No it couldn't be that. He had seen and sensed others use their powers before, he doubted it would be because some fire demons spawn was using her powers.
He suddenly felt like they were being watched and the feeling of something being off was growing. He could hear the dog begin to growl, it was low and barely audible.
Blake looked at his sister then the other agents, they didn't look like they felt anything. But surely his half-breed counterparts could. He let out a low whistle almost like a warning without giving any other signal. But he immediately regretted it.
The room seemed to explode with movement all at once. Blake was pushed to the floor by something, but what he couldn't see. The room was suddenly dark and it was hard to see. That was when he heard Sonya scream.
"SONYA!" He yelled before he letting his demon take over. He would not let whatever was there take his sister. | PLEASE DO NOT POST HERE UNLESS ACCEPTED.
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Blake Helsing] - Male ] - 25yrs ] - Aggressive ]
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"Blake Helsing"
"Helsing."
"25 yrs roughly"
"none of your business"
"Male"
"Why do you care to know?"
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"I'm tall and lean, though muscular. I have a sharp look, or so people say, as my jaw line is vary angular and my nose comes to a point. I like to stay in shape as you never know when someone wants to break your neck, though as I said before I'm lean so you can't tell just how strong I am. "
"Blue"
"Blond"
" Half demon, so back off"
"6'6"
"195lbs"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know."
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Aggressive: Blake is really aggressive and will not care to run over if you get in his way. If you are brave enough to challenge him physically, you better be ready for him to be overly aggressive and enraged.
Head Strong: Blake usually doesn't care to hear what others have to say, but when he does and your views go against his own he will become head strong and say that you are wrong. Even if you make a good argument or are right he will still say that you are wrong. Also as soon as he has made up his mind on something there is little anyone can do to change it.
Withdrawn/Silent: Blake doesn't like to talk much and its rare for anyone to get a full conversation from him. He doesn't like people to much so he finds that he has no need for words. If you do happen to get him to talk it means that he finds you interesting though once he loses interest he will stop talking to you.
Fight/Flight: Blake has a strong self preservation and will either fight, if he thinks he can win, or run, if he thinks that the threat is to great. He wont normally save others unless he finds them interesting.
Curious: Blake can be quite curious in certain things and once he is curious about something he will go to no ends to figure out everything about the thing he is interested in.
"My history is my own, ask Sonya if you want to know."
"Guns, swords, dark shadows, being on my own. And my sister"
"People, most animals, books, most nice things. The Axis!"
"I have a sister, you don't need to know more."
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Straight
Single
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Blake can summon shadows and can bring out the worst in people. The shadows he summons can rip someone to shreds ( at great cost ), blind / confuse ( less cost ), and can even be made into shadowy wings ( Medium ).
Being part Emotion Eater demon ( aka emo eater ), he can cause others to feel or act out a certain way. He can gain some strength when someone is feeling depressed, enraged, agony, etcetera. But this only when people are feeling extreme emotions.
- physically strong - great reflexes - sharp eye sight - great at remaining hidden
- bad communication skills - once he loses his cool and is in demon mode it's hard for him to calm down - his sister, as he would do anything to keep her safe.
Sonya and Blake are twins but only one is half demon. The Axis doesn't know this.
Sonya Helsing] - Female ] - 25yrs ] - Strong ]
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"My name is Sonya Helsing
"Sunny"
"I'm 25yrs old"
"Sept, 12th"
"I am Female"
"I did most of my growing up in Russia, where exactly was I born I have no idea"
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"I'm not as tall as my brother nor as strong. But I am well muscled and can handle nearly anything that comes my way. My frame is very feminine with enticing curves, or so I have been told. I have an almost a doll like face other than my right eye which has scarring around it."
"both were blue, but only one is now the other is more a sandy colour"
Blonde
"I am an Axis agent."
5'6
169lbs
"My right eye has been enhanced (see history) so I can see nearly as well as my brother in that eye."
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Strong- Sonya can handle her own in nearly any situation. It doesn't have to be physical strength but emotional and mental strength. She had gone through a lot and has come all the stronger.
Charming - one of the few things not taught in the Axis is how to be charming. But Sonya excels at it, she is a natural at winning people over. The Axis took notice of this when she was younger and groomed her for spy work. Now she uses her charms to get information.
Flirty - Sonya can be a ruthless flirt, which seems to go hand in hand with being charming. It's all part of her skills and the grooming she got from the Axis.
Confident - she always seems to believe that she can't fail, which can sometimes be taken as cocky. But she must believe that she and the Axis can make and with the fewest deaths possible.
Anxious - under all her charms, strength and confidence she is very anxious and even paranoid. She constantly worries about her brother and what would happen if the Axis found out. She can't bare the thought of the Axis torturing her brother in the effort to get info out of him. Or to learn why he is half demon and she is not.
"My mother was an Axis agent a long time ago, who, from what I can dig up, was raped by an Emo Eater. I'm not sure why she didn't have an abortion, but I am grateful. She is well known in the Axis for having been one of their best spies. But no one knows why she suddenly disappeared 25yrs ago, not until I showed up at an Axis headquarters with a note pinned to my basket. All it said that I was Helsing's daughter and that my name was Sonya, at least I know my mother named me.
Growing up in the Axis was hard and having a great spy of a mother was hard to live up to. Everybody expected great things from me, it was hard growing up with that kind of pressure, but I endured. By the time I was 15 I was sent on my first mission. It wasn't anything major, my team and I were just searching for an artifact. But something went terribly wrong and we were attacked by a band of demons. I did my best to fight them off but I got hit in the face and fell. I don't remember much other than seeing another demon suddenly appear and fight off the rest. Only me and one other survived. We were later told that we were getting a medal for Bravery for fighting off the demon trap. I never told them what I saw or thought I saw. It was during this time that my vision and colour in my right eye began to fade. My Axis cell quickly reached out to our top doctors in eye and cybernetic research, they were able to save my eye and enhance its vision though the colour would never come back. Plus I would have to live with the scarring.
After I was healed I began to wonder about the demon I saw. No demon would save young Axis agents that much I knew for sure. I began to search for this unknown person without telling anyone. The Axis did not need to know and I felt that more people would just get in my way. Looking back now I was foolish not to tell anybody, as it could of gone horribly wrong. But I want to know and the more I dug around the more I began to notice small clues. These weren't ordinary clues though, as I began to get the feeling that they were being left for me to find. Being young and stupid I followed the s bread crumbs until they lead to an old church in Rome, oddly enough it was a church my mother use to love as it over looked the country side.
That was when I met Blake, he was waiting for me. He was sitting in the front pew in the empty church. I remember how he turned around slowly, his eyes were fierce and cold, his face was stern and his body ridged. But as he stared at me his whole expression changed and seemed to soften a little. All I was able to ask was 'Why?' And all he responded was 'I had to meet my twin sister.'
I should of walked out right then and there but I didn't. Instead I asked a thousand questions and he answered them all. And from that moment forward I had a brother and he a sister. And we have been protecting each other ever since."
"the game of getting information, animals, old books, finding artifacts, the Axis and my brother"
Fighting, assassination(I can do it but I rather not), failing, demons and rogue angels
"I have a brother, but no one knows about him."
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Bisexual
Single
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Sonya carries a small hand gun, three hidden blades, the latest tazer designed to affect a demons or angels powers. Plus she also carries powders / poisons in some of her jewelry that she wears.
¤ Charismatic
¤ Quick witted
¤ Observant
¤ Confident
¤ great sight in her right eye
¤ Not bad in hand to hand combat
¤ not the best in heavy weaponry
¤ doesn't like to assassinate prefers straight up fight.
¤ can sometimes over think about a situation
¤ her brother as she tries to protect him from the Axis.
¤ she likes to believe that there shades of grey in her work, when somethings are clearly black and white.
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52,540 | 1,423 | 20 | 1,836 | 2,633 | Vincent - Axis Agent and Layla - Halfbreed Angel
Layla turned to Nyra's general direction as the latter began speaking. A smile made its way to her face as Nyra corrected herself. It was a rookie mistake. She was used to it by now. Deciding that it would be best not to comment about it, she answered, "No, there's nothing out of the ordinary. But... I do feel something odd... like there's something trying to... well, let's say 'block' for lack of better word. I don't know what it is but I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. Please do be careful." She told Nyra. The brown haired female was frowning, not really liking how her only use is being restrained. She gripped her cane tightly but she seemed calm.
Vincent shrugged in reply to Sonya. Yeah, she had a point. There was nothing else to be checked here to be completely honest. Why send them here when there's absolutely nothing left to be investigated. He then looked at KB as he questioned why Ichi was barking earlier, "Whatever it was, the halfbreeds probably found it and are investigating it right now." He replied then looking at Sonya and then following her, right hand in his pocket as he did so. He really was doubting there was anything in this building anymore.
He stopped near the halfbreeds, kneeling down to pet Ichi and then looked at Tamara as she activated her power. Although he wasn't too comfortable with the idea of probably setting the room on fire with all of them inside, he trusted this insane halfbreeds enough to let her do her thing. However, it was at that time that his dog seemed to be feeling something. Vincent looked at Ichi unsurely, softly calling out to the dog. He wouldn't be too alerted with what Tamara had been doing. Ichi had seen far worse than that and he knew that Tamara was an ally, so why?
Vincent stood up when Ichi began growling. The black haired male reached for his pistol under his suit, his fingers wrapping around the handle, ready to whip it out at a moment's notice. He had heard Blake whistle, as if to alert them of something else. At that moment, however, Vincent wasn't sure what happened. He had taken out his pistol when Blake was blown away, but before he could shoot... or even see what had attacked, he was already on the floor, pain radiating from his stomach as if something had punched him there with force.
Sonya's scream did well to immediately make Vincent recover. However, he couldn't see anything. The room was dark. But he felt a familiar sensation, something he had just felt earlier in the meeting. It was Blake. It seems the half-demon has lost control of himself.
Layla's head snapped towards the group's direction. She heard a scream, and a lot of thumping noises. Worried but ultimately knowing that she couldn't do much of anything, she stayed her hand. What she can do is what comes after. It would be horrible if they couldn't get up anymore. She truly did wish that they were alright. Although she found something odd, she hadn't heard anything other than the ones she's with. So how... when did that get there? | ”Hawk”] - Male ] - 22 ] - Marksman ]
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”The name’s Vincent. Only Vincent.”
”Codename’s Hawk. That’s what most agents call me now.”
”We think it’s somewhere around 22.”
”I don’t have a birthday. I was taken in at June 28 though.”
”Male, obviously.”
”I was taken in from a young age. Don’t know where I came from.”
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Vincent looks older than what he actually is. He is rather small for his age and looks lean. He rarely smiles on missions but when he isn't in a mission, there's a relaxed smile that is ever present in his face. When doing assassination attempts, he usually wears a mask to cover his identity. However, he is quick to hide this mask when he's in the public.
"I have black eyes. Some say that they look lifeless but I just say that these are the eyes of a killer."
"As black as my heart eyes."
”I’m an Axis Agent.”
”5’7.”
”Somewhere around 165 to 170 pounds.”
”My right arm is actually a cybernetic. I can open it at will and inside there’s a cartridge for my rifle and a compact smoke grenade.”
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Vincent will do anything to do his job properly. You can say that he’s one of the people who just loves doing his work and his only reasoning is because he needs to repay the company for taking care of him ever since he was a child. It can be said that he doesn’t have any mercy or any form of morality. Anything is fair game to Vincent, may it be a child, a demon or an angel. As long as you’re his target, he will kill you. He has never been bribed into sparing anyone. However, when he does kill a child that is just right in front of him, he has a tendency to close his eyes as soon as he pulls the trigger.
However, outside of the job, Vincent is pretty relaxed and nice despite his rough upbringing in Axis. While he kills half-breeds, angels and demons as a job, he doesn’t have any personal grudges towards them although there are exceptions to these (like the one that ripped his arm off). He is brutally honest at times and is usually straightforward, not sparing any effort to sugarcoat the truth.
Vincent was one of the orphans that was taken in by the Axis so he grew up inside a facility with no one to call his family so he began thinking as the other kids as siblings their instructor as his father. He never saw much of the outside world when he was a child and instead of action figures and video games, he had guns and knives to play with. Holding a gun felt very natural to him. It was on an outdoor training when a demon appeared and began barraging him with attacks. He was alone and still very much inexperienced. He did everything he could to defeat the demon but couldn’t and lost his arm in the process. While he failed to defeat a rogue demon, they still allowed him to stay and made a cybernetic arm for him. He showed excellent marks when it comes to long-range assassination and also showed interest in robotics and such. He also grew up with Layla, a halfbreed angel, and still continues to take care of her and sometimes takes her with him on assassination missions, depending on what he needs.
Robotics, rifles, artificial limbs, Ichi, Axis, Layla
Missing a target, failure, annoying targets
”I don’t have any. Orphan here.”
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”I believe I’m an asexual.”
”Single.”
what lies unawaken →
At most assassination missions, he brings with him a Barrett XM500 with thermal vision. Also on missions, he carries two Glock 17s. He always has two‘Baby Glocks’ and two knives hidden within his person.
+ Expert marksman
+ Hacking
+ Assembling guns and hiding them (whenever he needs a concealed rifle)
+ His right arm is made of one of the toughest metals on Earth so it’s pretty sturdy
- Catch him without a weapon and he won’t be too big of a problem
- Will risk his life just to finish the job
- His right arm can malfunction at certain situations
- Actually has a weak spot for kids (he shuts his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The split second given by this habit is enough for his downfall.)
Vincent has a German Shepherd named Ichi derived from "Ichaival", a mythological Norse weapon. It serves as his guard and attack dog when he's on sniping missions. It is very loyal to its master. Vincent had picked up the dog when he was in his teen years when he saw it abandoned as a pup and with permission, made it his own.
Ichi is well known inside the Axis base that Vincent is stationed at. It is more than an attack dog as when it doesn't go on missions, it's usually out and delivering letters.
Layla] - Female ] - 22 ] - Caretaker ]
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Layla
People often refer to her as “Doc” when they start to trust her.
22
October 31, or so she was told
Female
She vaguely remembers slums but grew up in an Axis facility.
you're beautiful →
Layla has, what a person calls, an ‘average figure’. She doesn’t have much of a chest and is rather average in the height department, if not smaller. What does catch other’s attention is her blurred eyes and then the gentle smile on her face. She always seems to wear a doctor’s lab coat just to look professional and carries around a retractable cane. She does have wing tattoos on her back which, when activated, actually turn into white angel wings.
A blurred violet
light brown.
Halfbreed Angel
5’5
136 lbs
The Axis made her contacts that would make her look like she’s not blind but she leaves it behind at most times, even lost them once or twice. Her wings were actually modified to be able to contract her wings into a tattoo so she wouldn’t stand out too much but everyone in the facility knows about it anyway. Her back also has multiple scars that couldn't be fully healed thanks to these experiments.
under your skin →
Layla is a very calm and caring person. Despite knowing that the Axis, whom she is working for, killed her parents and took her in as some sort of healing slave, she doesn’t bear a grudge towards them. She is passive about a lot of things. She believes that they treat her well enough, given that she was allowed free roam around the facility and even create friends despite her obviously different properties. She is also highly dependent on Vincent when it comes to her personal life when they were young so that’s why she was able to forge a friendly relationship with him.
Layla was born to an angel mother and a human father, causing her to actually have pretty distinct angel physical looks and powers. It was only when she was eight when the Axis raided their home and killed both of her parents. Upon seeing the blind child, they took her in and experimented on her angel wings. It caused pain and they were able to actually hide the wings. They also found that she was able to heal humans, making her quite an asset. But they had to assure her loyalty, and thus was left to Vincent to take care of her and become her ‘friend’. And so she grew up around killer humans who hunt her own kind, but for some odd reason or another, she doesn’t have the heart to hate them. Perhaps it was because of her angel half?
Books, Helping, Animals (Ichi especially), Healing, Vincent
Extreme flavors of food, Life and death situations, Her friends getting hurt
They’re dead.
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Demisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
She has the power of flight and can lift at most, twice her size while flying. Any more and she begins have more noticeable difficulties. She also has the power of healing. This works on humans, demons and other angels. She also has a much higher sense of hearing, to the point where she sometimes uses echolocation to figure out where she is, and touch, which she uses for medical purposes (checking for any fractures, heartbeat and things that need actual equipment to figure out.)
+ She can fly and lift twice her size while she’s at it
+ She has the power of healing which she can use on herself
+ Her echolocation skills are very advanced and can probably get through a complicated maze without much trouble
- For one, she’s blind and thus cannot properly defend herself.
- While she does have heightened senses, most of the time, she fails to notice who she is talking to or is beside her until they speak up.
- She gets tired when she treats truly fatal wounds
- She doesn’t have the heart to kill other people (unless extremely angered which is hard to do)
There are times where she would take care of Ichi, Vincent’s German Shepherd, so she actually grows close to the dog.
Despite her disability, she learned how to write. She also knows Morse code which she often uses to convey hidden messages to Vincent. |
52,541 | 1,423 | 21 | 921 | 18 | Nyra turned bright red when she realised her mistake, the smile on Layla's face making it all too clear, and mumbled something of an apology.
"No, there's nothing out of the ordinary." She gave a sigh of relief, though it was short lived. "But... I do feel something odd... like there's something trying to... well, let's say 'block' for lack of better word. I don't know what it is but I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. Please do be careful."
"Ah," Nyra patted her jacket, to make sure that the comforting bulge of her handgun was still there, as Layla's words didn't sound too good. Normally she would have rolled her eyes at 'psychics' talking about sensing things, but she was a half-breed as well. That meant that Nyra trusted what Layla said completely, and was worried by the fact that she was gripping her cane a tad rather tightly, as if anxious about something. "I'll try to be, I guess? Really though, I'm not sure how much help I'd be anyway, haha." She raised her eyebrows at Tarn, who was hurrying down the stairs outside, clutching his forehead. "Okayyy...."
The next few minutes exploded in what seemed like an instant. First there was the sound of a dog growling, which by itself was cause for concern, but when followed by a high pitched scream.... Gritting her teeth, Nyra gently tapped Layla on the shoulder, then hurtled up the stairs, gun drawn, just as Blake yelled the agent's name.
Strange how he reacted so strongly. Nyra frowned, but her attention was drawn elsewhere as she entered the room to see nothing but darkness. Now this she could help with!
"Targin, Felas, Rupin!" She yelled, and three huge winged lions leapt out from behind her, running to separate areas of the room. They were made of pure, bright light, but she had names for them anyway, as it made them feel more real to her, made the light easier to control. Aiming her gun, she waited to see what would be revealed from behind the darkness.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Tarn was at Layla's side. He was about to follow Nyra up the stairs when he realised she was alone, and so stood to one side of her, keeping an eye out for any other intruders on their floor. He didn't think it was wise to leave their one healer alone, despite the fight going on above their heads. | Tarn ] - Male ] - 24 ] - Cautious ]
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Tarn Brevit (dislikes people calling him by his surname)
'That guy with the headphones', Tar
24
February 21st
Male
Originally from Scotland
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Tarn takes care with his appearance, having a great interest in dressing fashionably. More often than not, he can be seen wearing a pair of semi-transparent headphones - though this is mainly to help him avoid conversations with other people, and they are usually not playing any music. Slightly taller than average, with messy dark brown hair, a pale complexion (he has his Scottish heritage to thank for that) and a lean build. Usually wears high-necked shirts/jackets and/or scarves, in order to hide a nasty scar he has by his left collarbone. In addition, Tarn has a piercing in his left eyebrow.
He has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail can become sharp and bladed when under stress (see P O W E R S section). This tail is made of something rather heavy, so he avoids stepping on weighing scales.
Turquoise due to being a halfbreed, but he wears green contacts to hide this
Dark brown
Halfbreed (demon)
6"1 or 185cm
Uncertain, all that Tarn knows is that he's lean and muscular for his height. Would be much heavier than normal due to his tail weighing a lot.
Pierced left eyebrow. He'd love a tattoo, but has a huge fear of needles.
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Despite his seemingly cold exterior, Tarn is actually an incredibly nice guy - he just can't afford to let others get close to him. The isolation has started to get to him though, and he often finds himself almost talking to people before he can stop himself. He tends to manage this by instead feeding and looking after the many stray dogs around his area, occasionally letting some sleep in his flat - though the landlord would not approve if they found out! Before the incident in Scotland, he used to be a fun and outgoing guy, with a love of humor, art and videogames, and now hides all of this personality behind a wall. So far it's kept him safe from the likes of rumors and Axis.
He knows he can't keep it up forever though, and cracks are beginning to form.
Born to a demon mother and human father in a remote area of Scotland, Tarn lived a pretty normal childhood until the age of 16. He received his scar one night after a party, when someone tried to mug him at knife-point on his way home. Tarn would normally have handed over his valuables, but was heavily underneath the influence of alcohol - all the police know is that the pair of them woke up in hospital the following morning, Tarn with the knife-wound to his left shoulder, and the other guy with far more serious injuries.
This event shook Tarn a lot, and he left Scotland to go to university in the USA. He's now employed as an office-worker, and spends most of his earnings on technology and clothes, as he has few friends. This is more an act of self-preservation, due to his mother teaching him about his demon heritage after the mugging incident, and warning him about Axis. He reckons that the fewer friends he has, the lower the chances of suspicion.
Draws and paints a lot on the side, selling them for extra cash. Usually the pictures revolve around demons.
Art, dogs, noodle bars, being alone in the wilderness and quiet places. Plus the latest technology and clothes - Tarn is rather materialistic, having grown up in a remote area of Scotland and having nobody to spend his new source of income on but himself.
Needles (Tarn has an intense fear of them), alcohol (since the mugging incident) and boring conversations with his co-workers.
Doesn't hate Axis as he's not had any experience dealing with them - he just knows to be wary due to the warnings from his mother.
He has a demon mother and human father, but they still reside in Scotland, and for safety's sake he doesn't communicate with them. No other family/siblings.
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Bisexual
Single. Had a childhood fling around the age of 16, but hasn't had a relationship since.
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Tarn is uncertain of what the extent of his demon powers are. What he does know is that his fingernails can become incredibly tough and claw-like when threatened, and he has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail acts like his fingernails, and can become sharp and bladed when under stress.
- Perceptive / intelligent
- Keeps himself in good shape, can run & jump better than a human can
- Attends classes for close quarters combat (call it paranoia)
- Left arm is weakened due to his old stab wound. Hitting the scarred area can cause intense pain.
- Terrified of needles
- No friends or contacts / poor social skills
- Can't use any weapon/gun that requires 2 hands, due to his left shoulder
Tarn is incredibly fond of dogs, and often feeds the strays around his area. He can't actually keep one due to the landlord's rules, but usually lets a few of his favourite strays into his flat.
Nyra Williams] - Female ] - 23 ] - Ambitious ]
at first sight →
Nyra Williams
Her stage name is "Light-twister" or simply "Twister"
23
September 16th
Female
Born in Norway
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Nyra has a thin frame, with pale skin, light brown eyes and short, very-dark blue hair. She has an unnatural beauty to her face (due to her angel heritage), a quality that she often uses to her advantage.
Light brown
Very very dark blue (looks almost black)
Halfbreed (angel)
5"6 or 167cm
128 lbs
None. She had some metalwork placed in her leg when she broke it as a kid, but it was only for medical purposes, in order to help it heal straight.
under your skin →
Craves attention / loves socialising / charismatic / quick to anger / slow to trust others
Born to a large extended family, Nyra grew up having to fight for attention. Perhaps this is what has fueled her passion for winning & being the center of the spotlight, leading her to perform in Illusionist shows - she has used her half breed powers to increase her fame in this career, and now has a decent sized fanbase.
When performing, Nyra wears a mask. Some say it's to add to the drama - but really it's because it hides the fact that her eyes turn gold when she's using her powers.
- Winning
- Parties & socialising
- Guns
- Loud music
- People who get 'straight-to-the-point' when talking
- Losing
- Big egos & smooth-talkers
- Kids
Nyra has a large extended family - many uncles, many cousins, many - well, you name it, she has one (or four!). She occasionally gives them free tickets to her shows to keep the peace, and although she dislikes kids, Nyra sometimes babysits her 12 year old cousin Charlie - an odd little girl who is the one kid Nyra doesn't mind. She's not certain where her angel heritage came from, and has never bothered to ask.
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Bisexual (prefers men)
Single (with plenty of one-night stands)
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Nyra can manipulate light, and this is the basis for her 'Illusionist' shows: whether this is forming it into shapes (such as butterflies) or splitting it to produce colourful, but harmless, displays of colour. For combat purposes, she can create super-bright bursts of light to try to momentarily blind the enemy, attempt to disorientate them with light displays, or 'remove' the light from a small area to increase the shadows in which to hide.
Despite the usefulness of this light-manipulation, Nyra is unable to hurt others with her power. For this purpose, she carries both a handgun and a small blade, concealed on her person.
- Charismatic (as you have to be, for her line of work!)
- Good with a handgun
- Reasonably well-off money wise
- Her powers can't actually hurt people
- Quick to anger, can be a bit of an asshole at times
- Slow to trust others
- Eyes glow gold when she's using her powers, (so this is a big giveaway)
Has a lot of 'friends'. Some are fake, others are true friends. |
52,542 | 1,423 | 22 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Flynn ]
When the dog started growling, Flynn narrowed her eyes, suddenly alert. Her fingers cracked with electricity as the tension built, and she was struggling to see or hear or smell anything--something was preventing her and the others from using their senses to their full ability. Then there was yelling and--what was happening? It was too dark. The crackling in her hands grew louder as her hands moved closed together; she was putting more power into the electricity she controlled, hoping to light up the room, but the stronger it got, the more deadly and more difficult to control it was. Lightning was unpredictable, and even when she made it as big as she felt comfortable doing, it barely lit the dark. "What's going on?!" she shouted as Blake yelled.
KB ]
"Shit," KB muttered, pulling his gun. "We need to leave, now!" he snapped so everyone could hear. If the half breeds--their muscle--couldn't even deal with this threat, there was no way they were going to be able to. This was supposed to be an investigative start to the whole mission--now they may have already lost an agent, based on Blake's yelling. If anything, the halfdemon sounded genuine, which surprised KB. Still, there was nothing they could do in this...advanced darkness. So, he started retracing his steps toward the exit, assuming everyone else was following suit. Their funeral if not. | KB ] - ♂ ] - 24 ] - Watcher ]
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Kenji Bromheart
KB, Ken
24
April 20
Male
North Eastern USA
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Pale pink eyes and skin white, like snow, easily identify the young man as albino. This is the most obvious thing about his appearance, and the rest of him is rather average: he stands only at 5'9", weighing in at about 150 lbs. Under his clothes, though, are lean and toned muscles. During the day, he wears sunglasses and clothes that protect his light skin from the harsh sun. At night, you might catch him in large hipster glasses or just contacts.
Pale pink
White
Agent
5'9" / 175cm
150lbs / 68kg
He has various piercings decorating his ears. As for tattoos, he has a tribal half sleeve on his right arm, its center piece flowers growing out of half a skull. On the inside of the wrist on his other arm, a minimalist bullet.
under your skin →
Ken comes off as pretty cool headed--maybe a little broody--but under enough pressure, he'll become very angry. Despite that darker side of him, he's generally friendly to the people around him and likes to laugh. He likes a neat, warm environment and is more introverted than extroverted even if he tries not to be. He's confident, but soft spoken. He may seem vain with the amount of time he puts into his appearance, but it's something he's picked up from both of his parents.
KB was pretty well adjusted growing up, though his parents always seemed more in love with each other than they were with him. So, without enough attention from either, he's grown up to love attention he does get, even if he won't admit it.
Guns, puzzles, people who can make him laugh, people watching
People with a stick up their ass, half breeds (and full breeds), melee
While he's an only child, both his parents had worked for Axis. While his father stuck with it (and recently died on the job), his mother quit long ago. Not to raise KB or anything, but she decided she needed something a little less dangerous so she could better garantee being there for her son and husband. So, she works as a detective for the local police department. Her connection to the Axis is useful for agents looking for civilian intel--including KB.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
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There isn't a lot even an agent can get away with carrying around 24/7. So, usually, the most KB has is a hand pistol and knife. However, depending on the job, you could catch him with a sniper rifle or assault rifle.
+ Excellent marksmanship
+ Intelligent / Observant / Perceptive, whatever you'd like to call it
+ Confident
- Close combat--he's not terrible but he's pretty terrible if you consider the enemy
- Extended periods of sun exposure are especially bad for his skin and eyes, so he does most of his work at night
- Tbh he can't even use a gun without contacts and/or glasses because of what albinism does to his eyes
He's less of a combative role in the Axis and more of a researcher / intelligence gatherer. He's one of Axis' pairs of eyes, and he's usually one of the first to report strange activity. When he is on a job that'll spill blood, he prefers to do it from a very, very far distance. His weapon of choice is a sniper rifle, for example.
Flynn ] - ♀ ] - 24 ] - Tired ]
at first sight →
Branwen Flynn Mitchellson
Prefers Flynn
24
February 13th
Female
Southern USA
you're beautiful →
Flynn stands at 5'5" and has a slim figure, but tends to wear boots with a small heel to make her look just a little taller. She likes large sweaters or pretty dresses (with pockets) to wear in addition. I suppose if you wanted to label her style, it'd be "sloppy formal." Her dark hair is long and straight, framing a soft face. Her eyes are a little big and her nose small, giving her a cute appearance.
Blue
Dark brown
Halfbreed, demon
5'5" / 165cm
125lbs / 57kg
A simple piercing in each ear, nothing too fancy. On the inside of her wrist, a dark silhouette of a flying bird is inked.
under your skin →
Flynn is friendly enough, but these days she's very tired and doesn't smile as often. She enjoys company and has a plain sense of humor. She's extroverted by nature and craves stimulation outside her mid; as a result, she's always seeking something fun to do with other people. It's difficult for a half demon to keep friends, however, and she doesn't stay in one place for very long.
Her mother was human, so Flynn is relatively weak compared to other halfbreeds. She didn't know her mother very well, either, because giving birth to Flynn costed her her life. However, Flynn grew up very close to her father. He still lives, and works on his own plane to find what's been making Earth such an unsafe place. Flynn does her own work: protecting other halfbreeds and reluctantly assisting Axis with this unknown threat.
Blades, people, video games, drinking
Travel, Axis of course, politics, mango
An only child to her demon father, Flynn had been given a lot of attention growing up. Her mother passed away during childbirth, but her father has only loved her anyway, never making her feel blamed for her mother's death.
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Bisexual
Single
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Her father is a very strong demon, able to control and create lightning and electricity. He could even become electricity and travel at speeds unknown to earthlings. Flynn, however, can create sparks in her finger tips and "zoom" very short distances in a flash of electricity. As for equipment, she carries a large knife in her boot, but nothing more since getting close to her opponent is very easy. And them getting close is usually a mistake.
+ Typical strenghts of a halfbreed
+ She's particularly fast for even a halfbreed, however
+ Attentive to detail
- She's not the brighest bulb in the box
- She's extremely sympathetic toward other halfbreeds and will to great lengths to help them
- Has trouble settling conflict without a fight
- Has absolutely no clue how to use a gun
Pretty much the girl next store of halfbreeds, Idk what to put here lol |
52,543 | 1,423 | 23 | 2,502 | 1,203 | While Tamara didn't exactly know what would happen, she figured that something would when she let her flames begin licking at the blood on her palm. So when the lights went out, and she heard Sonya scream as something hit her, Tamara dropped to the ground and drew her wings over her back like a shield. Sure enough, something hit her from behind, but instead of knocking her over it tripped over her instead, apparently not expecting her to have reacted so quickly.
“Awe, you didn't like that,” she purred, her eyes flaring purple. ”Let's see what our little friend loo-” she stopped, then snarled. Fuck!
The… thing, was humanoid in appearance, in the sense that its shape was vaguely reminiscent of a human’s. Which was hardly comforting, but it wasn't what had Tamara infuriated. No, it was the fact that the thing was cold. To her thermal vision, it should have lit up like a christmas tree against the background, the same way Sonya, Blake, and Tamara’s own hands did, but no, she might as well have been looking at the floor. Which was a problem, because it was moving. Cold things didn't move, because cold meant dead, and dead things were not supposed to move. So this thing should have been either warm or not moving, not the opposite of both.
Plus, from the sounds of things, either it or another one like it was mostly likely the reason for her babysitter’s scream, which meant they were probably there to kill all of them. And Tamara’s search was too important for her to die, and even if she didn't, the rest of Axis probably wouldn't take it well if she let her babysitter die. In conclusion: Tamara was gonna have to save the girl's little bubble butt, and never let her forget it. Joy of joys.
First, however, she had to take care of a little problem. Smiling nastily, she tensed her legs beneath her as flames began licking along her wings. ”The dark’s where all the fun stuff happens, but it's rude to not show your face first. I think you need to be punished!” She lunged forward, her wings shifting into claw-like hands that seized the… creature by its arms as she tackled it, wrapping her own arms around what she hoped was its neck while her own body blazed, forcing back the darkness with roiling violet light.
The creature staggered from the impact, but what Tamara was unprepared for was the sudden howl it made as her flames spread onto its body. The unearthly sound drilled into her head with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, causing her grip to slacken. She might be missing nearly the entirety of her life from her memory, but somehow, she was sure that she had never heard anything like that. And its existence triggered a deep-rooted revulsion in her, like every fiber of her being was screaming at her to get away from it. Not that she got the chance to; now mostly unimpeded by her attempt to restrain it, the creature grabbed her by the arm and almost effortlessly yanked her over its shoulder, slinging her through the nearest wall. She cried out as her wings and back exploded with pain, almost as bad as what came from her shoulder when it gave a sickening “pop” that had her vision tunneling.
When her eyes cleared, they settled on the creature that was following her through the flaming hole she had left. It moved slowly, seemingly unconcerned by possible attempt at retaliation she might make, until it was standing over her, one shapeless foot on either side of her waist, pinning her wings to the floor. Seemingly regarding her for a moment, it bent down and reached towards her neck.
Tamara wasn’t having any of that. As its fingers started wrapping around her throat, she grabbed what were approximately its wrists and pushed as hard as she could. What little room that gave her allowed her to suck in a deep breath, and roar as only a demon could, directing a concentrated stream of violet flame straight into what she hoped was the thing’s face.
Either that did the trick, or whatever it was decided that she just wasn’t worth the effort; it got off of her real fast and didn’t come back. Coughing for breath, she massaged her throat, then pushed herself up, gasping as all of her injuries, including a new one in her leg, burst to life. Supporting herself with her wings, she staggered through the hole in the wall, taking in her handiwork. The hotel room was, well, a write-off. Her flames had given way to ordinary yellow-orange, and she’d be lucky if the hotel was going to still be standing when all was said and done. Sonya was probably going to be pissed about that, but at the moment Tamara couldn't care less. She'd damn well better be thanking her for still being alive to complain. | Tamara] - Female ] - Unknown ] - lost ]
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Tamara
Unknown, but appears to be late teens to early twenties
also unknown
female
Subject was first spotted in Budapest. Place of birth unknown
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Subject bears the appearance of a young woman in her late teens/early twenties. Her skin is partially scaled, primarily along her arms, legs, stomach and back. She possesses a scaled tail tipped with a curved, blunt spike, and large wings emerge from her back. Has a very fit and muscular body.
Violet, vertical slit-pupils
jet black, permanent violet streak on the right side
Half-demon
6’1”
152 lbs
Has several scars across her body, unknown origins
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-Very sarcastic, and appears to not take things very seriously
-Tends to give nicknames to everyone she meets
-Is extremely determined to find whomever it is she is looking for
-Does not seem to be very concerned about her appearance
-Is extremely confident; can at times come across as arrogant or predatory
-Tends to be very touchy-feely towards people she likes
Subject’s past is unknown. Her first appearance on our radar was the initial incident two years ago, when she was found in the center of a large explosion. Agents pursued her across the globe for nearly six months before successfully capturing her. During interrogation, Subject claimed to have no memory prior to that incident, and also expressed a need to “find someone”, though she didn’t seem to know the identity of the person she was looking for. She seemed to believe that she would recognize them when she found them, and that it was very important she do so. Her actual identity is also unknown; “Tamara” was the name of one of the agents interrogating her, and she subsequently adopted it.
Due to the nature of the Subject’s power, she has been deemed too hazardous to experiment upon until a more effective means of suppressing her powers can be found, or more durable protective gear can be made. Because of the potential for collateral damage, the Subject was placed in isolated containment. She has remained there ever since, a fact that she is extremely resentful of.
-Being air-born
-Physical contact (or at least has a disregard for the personal space of others)
-Seems to have an inordinate fondness for using her powers
-sour candies
-Being confined
-The fact that she can’t remember things
-Clothes (or at least she doesn’t seem to care when she incinerates hers)
-Sleeping alone (has a habit of “claiming” someone for the night)
Due to the degree of strength and control the Subject has over her powers, it is assumed that her mother is a demon. However, no other details are known.
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Subject has, on occasion, referred to members of both sexes as “cutie”; otherwise, unknown
Unknown due to retrograde amnesia
what lies unawaken →
Tamara can generate napalm-like violet flames, create air-burst explosions, and shift her vision into the thermal spectrum. In addition to granting her flight, Subject’s wings have an extremely malleable nature, and she uses them like a second pair of arms.
-Is extraordinarily strong-willed and stubborn
-Has a powerful presence that either intimidates or attracts people
-Possesses combat training of unknown origin
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-Subject possesses a highly elevated body temperature, enough that she will actually steam when it rains, and shows up easily on thermal scans.
-Has a tendency to burn when in an elevated emotional state
-Eyes turn pure violet and glow when using thermal vision
-Emits a noticeable smoky scent
-Gets frustrated easily, especially whenever her lack of memory or her “search” is brought up
-Seems to have great difficulty truly trusting others
-Unable to sit still
-Presumably due to her amnesia, she doesn’t understand how most technology works |
52,544 | 1,423 | 24 | 1,625 | 873 | Blake Helsing - half demon
The blackness could be felt on his skin, like cold fingers lightly scratching him. He welcomed it as his demon side began to take over. He could feel his body changing as he lost control, he could feel himself becoming more in tuned with the darkness. He could feel the emotions of the others in the group, but he couldn't feel anything from the things that was attacking them.
Blake let out an unworldly roar just as three winged lions made of pure light leapt into the room, though they did little to lighten the room. He turned to see who had sent the light to see Nyra. If she could see him, she would see that his eyes were black, his right arm covered with spikes and his hand more claw like and that he now had horns and sharp teeth. There was no doubt that he had no control now.
Suddenly Blake was on the ground again with something on his chest. It burned him and he screamed in pain before he brought his clawed hand up and hit the thing, hopefully in the face. The thing wasn't expecting it but it remained on his chest though the burning stopped. That was when he heard Sonya scream again only this time it sounded like she was in pain. Without thinking he reached up and pulled the thing on his chest down and bit into it. Liquid spilled into his mouth but it didn't taste of anything. The thing shrieked before it tore him off and threw him across the room.
Free from the thing he searched for his sister but he couldn't see her, though he could sense her fear. He ran into the darkness giving another roar. He ran into one of the creatures that was attacking the female half demon, though as he did so one of her lightning bolts hit him. It was painful but his need to save his sister overrode that pain.
Suddenly the room was light again and he could see everyone. Everyone but his sister.
Panic suddenly set in as he spun around searching for any signs of his sister, but there was nothing. No blood, no body, no sense of her emotions.
"Sonya!" He yelled though his demon half screwed his vocal cords and his yell sounded more like a growl.
He spun around again as if in hopes that he simply missed her the last time. But she wasn't there. That was when his black eyes fell on Vincent.
"We must find Sonya! They took her! We must find her!" He said in a heavy growl panic. The sense of panic and urgency grew heavy in the room as Blake's own emotions began to effect the others. He no longer cared if the others questioned why he panicked over the loss of an Axis agent. He had to find his sister, he just had too.
I can't have failed! I was to protect her. I promised to protect her! I must find her! He thought as he looked at the others, though he noticed some were missing. But he could feel them, they were still here.
His hands shook as his demon side wished to take more control and he was ready to give up his human side. This was the first time he had ever lost control like this. | PLEASE DO NOT POST HERE UNLESS ACCEPTED.
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Blake Helsing] - Male ] - 25yrs ] - Aggressive ]
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"Blake Helsing"
"Helsing."
"25 yrs roughly"
"none of your business"
"Male"
"Why do you care to know?"
you're beautiful →
"I'm tall and lean, though muscular. I have a sharp look, or so people say, as my jaw line is vary angular and my nose comes to a point. I like to stay in shape as you never know when someone wants to break your neck, though as I said before I'm lean so you can't tell just how strong I am. "
"Blue"
"Blond"
" Half demon, so back off"
"6'6"
"195lbs"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know."
under your skin →
Aggressive: Blake is really aggressive and will not care to run over if you get in his way. If you are brave enough to challenge him physically, you better be ready for him to be overly aggressive and enraged.
Head Strong: Blake usually doesn't care to hear what others have to say, but when he does and your views go against his own he will become head strong and say that you are wrong. Even if you make a good argument or are right he will still say that you are wrong. Also as soon as he has made up his mind on something there is little anyone can do to change it.
Withdrawn/Silent: Blake doesn't like to talk much and its rare for anyone to get a full conversation from him. He doesn't like people to much so he finds that he has no need for words. If you do happen to get him to talk it means that he finds you interesting though once he loses interest he will stop talking to you.
Fight/Flight: Blake has a strong self preservation and will either fight, if he thinks he can win, or run, if he thinks that the threat is to great. He wont normally save others unless he finds them interesting.
Curious: Blake can be quite curious in certain things and once he is curious about something he will go to no ends to figure out everything about the thing he is interested in.
"My history is my own, ask Sonya if you want to know."
"Guns, swords, dark shadows, being on my own. And my sister"
"People, most animals, books, most nice things. The Axis!"
"I have a sister, you don't need to know more."
skip a heartbeat →
Straight
Single
what lies unawaken →
Blake can summon shadows and can bring out the worst in people. The shadows he summons can rip someone to shreds ( at great cost ), blind / confuse ( less cost ), and can even be made into shadowy wings ( Medium ).
Being part Emotion Eater demon ( aka emo eater ), he can cause others to feel or act out a certain way. He can gain some strength when someone is feeling depressed, enraged, agony, etcetera. But this only when people are feeling extreme emotions.
- physically strong - great reflexes - sharp eye sight - great at remaining hidden
- bad communication skills - once he loses his cool and is in demon mode it's hard for him to calm down - his sister, as he would do anything to keep her safe.
Sonya and Blake are twins but only one is half demon. The Axis doesn't know this.
Sonya Helsing] - Female ] - 25yrs ] - Strong ]
at first sight →
"My name is Sonya Helsing
"Sunny"
"I'm 25yrs old"
"Sept, 12th"
"I am Female"
"I did most of my growing up in Russia, where exactly was I born I have no idea"
you're beautiful →
"I'm not as tall as my brother nor as strong. But I am well muscled and can handle nearly anything that comes my way. My frame is very feminine with enticing curves, or so I have been told. I have an almost a doll like face other than my right eye which has scarring around it."
"both were blue, but only one is now the other is more a sandy colour"
Blonde
"I am an Axis agent."
5'6
169lbs
"My right eye has been enhanced (see history) so I can see nearly as well as my brother in that eye."
under your skin →
Strong- Sonya can handle her own in nearly any situation. It doesn't have to be physical strength but emotional and mental strength. She had gone through a lot and has come all the stronger.
Charming - one of the few things not taught in the Axis is how to be charming. But Sonya excels at it, she is a natural at winning people over. The Axis took notice of this when she was younger and groomed her for spy work. Now she uses her charms to get information.
Flirty - Sonya can be a ruthless flirt, which seems to go hand in hand with being charming. It's all part of her skills and the grooming she got from the Axis.
Confident - she always seems to believe that she can't fail, which can sometimes be taken as cocky. But she must believe that she and the Axis can make and with the fewest deaths possible.
Anxious - under all her charms, strength and confidence she is very anxious and even paranoid. She constantly worries about her brother and what would happen if the Axis found out. She can't bare the thought of the Axis torturing her brother in the effort to get info out of him. Or to learn why he is half demon and she is not.
"My mother was an Axis agent a long time ago, who, from what I can dig up, was raped by an Emo Eater. I'm not sure why she didn't have an abortion, but I am grateful. She is well known in the Axis for having been one of their best spies. But no one knows why she suddenly disappeared 25yrs ago, not until I showed up at an Axis headquarters with a note pinned to my basket. All it said that I was Helsing's daughter and that my name was Sonya, at least I know my mother named me.
Growing up in the Axis was hard and having a great spy of a mother was hard to live up to. Everybody expected great things from me, it was hard growing up with that kind of pressure, but I endured. By the time I was 15 I was sent on my first mission. It wasn't anything major, my team and I were just searching for an artifact. But something went terribly wrong and we were attacked by a band of demons. I did my best to fight them off but I got hit in the face and fell. I don't remember much other than seeing another demon suddenly appear and fight off the rest. Only me and one other survived. We were later told that we were getting a medal for Bravery for fighting off the demon trap. I never told them what I saw or thought I saw. It was during this time that my vision and colour in my right eye began to fade. My Axis cell quickly reached out to our top doctors in eye and cybernetic research, they were able to save my eye and enhance its vision though the colour would never come back. Plus I would have to live with the scarring.
After I was healed I began to wonder about the demon I saw. No demon would save young Axis agents that much I knew for sure. I began to search for this unknown person without telling anyone. The Axis did not need to know and I felt that more people would just get in my way. Looking back now I was foolish not to tell anybody, as it could of gone horribly wrong. But I want to know and the more I dug around the more I began to notice small clues. These weren't ordinary clues though, as I began to get the feeling that they were being left for me to find. Being young and stupid I followed the s bread crumbs until they lead to an old church in Rome, oddly enough it was a church my mother use to love as it over looked the country side.
That was when I met Blake, he was waiting for me. He was sitting in the front pew in the empty church. I remember how he turned around slowly, his eyes were fierce and cold, his face was stern and his body ridged. But as he stared at me his whole expression changed and seemed to soften a little. All I was able to ask was 'Why?' And all he responded was 'I had to meet my twin sister.'
I should of walked out right then and there but I didn't. Instead I asked a thousand questions and he answered them all. And from that moment forward I had a brother and he a sister. And we have been protecting each other ever since."
"the game of getting information, animals, old books, finding artifacts, the Axis and my brother"
Fighting, assassination(I can do it but I rather not), failing, demons and rogue angels
"I have a brother, but no one knows about him."
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
Sonya carries a small hand gun, three hidden blades, the latest tazer designed to affect a demons or angels powers. Plus she also carries powders / poisons in some of her jewelry that she wears.
¤ Charismatic
¤ Quick witted
¤ Observant
¤ Confident
¤ great sight in her right eye
¤ Not bad in hand to hand combat
¤ not the best in heavy weaponry
¤ doesn't like to assassinate prefers straight up fight.
¤ can sometimes over think about a situation
¤ her brother as she tries to protect him from the Axis.
¤ she likes to believe that there shades of grey in her work, when somethings are clearly black and white.
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52,545 | 1,423 | 25 | 1,836 | 2,633 | Vincent - Axis Agent and Layla - Halfbreed Angel
Vincent could hear KB say something about retracing their steps and getting out of the room. Yeah, that would probably be for the best. He could hear Ichi growling beside him. With a light tap, Ichi then began running towards the door while dragging the rifle case, or where he remembered the door was. Vincent, on the other hand, stood up and grabbed his other pistol. Ugh, he couldn't see anything in the dark.
However, he saw three winged lions made of light. It did little to light up the room and he still couldn't see what he was fighting with. But it definitely wasn't a halfbreed. He was sure about that. If it was, then Ichi would've been able to pinpoint where it was and attack it mercilessly. But the dog couldn't. He heard an unwordly roar come from somewhere near him. At first, he thought it might be the creatures that were after their blood... but really, he couldn't care less. For all he knew, it was Blake who released that roar.
The black haired agent began making his way back to the door, following the sound of his dog. But something had pushed him down once more. He felt the cold hard ground beneath his back and the familiar pain that came with it. He could feel its claws sinking into his sides but it did little to stop Vincent. He raised his two pistols to where he assumed the... lifeform was, and then began to shoot. Round after round, the special bullets made to defeat the halfbreeds shooting straight at the lifeform. It let out a shriek and went away leaving Vincent.
He wasn't sure why but the place suddenly felt hotter. After focusing a bit, he noticed that the room was on fire. He could easily guess that this was Tamara's doing. This was bad, they needed to get out as quickly as possible.
He heard another roar. It was definitely one of them. It seems that the creatures shriek, but did not roar. Vincent struggled to get up. He could feel the wetness of his own blood. It was nothing compared to his old injuries but it's still painful as hell. He was glad that they decided to bring Layla along.
In that moment, the lights went back on. He looked around and heard that Blake was yelling out for Sonya. Why, he wasn't too sure. Vincent began to assess where the others were. Everyone was fine it seems... everyone except Sonya wasn't here. The creatures weren't there as well. And now he could finally see the raging fire properly, but they still had time to get out which was good.
Vincent slid the two pistols back in their holsters then placed his hands over his sides in hopes to stop the bleeding. Blake then turned to him and he could feel his emotions of panic rise. This guy... "Indeed, our priority is to find Sonya. But first, we need to get out of here." He agreed, meeting his black eyes with calm ones. He wasn't the least bit scared at Blake's appearance, having been fighting halfbreeds for a long time now, it shouldn't surprise him. He was worried for the other agent as well. Vincent gestured for him to follow as he made his way towards the hallway, out of the room. He'd rather not stay in there for long again.
Ichi had begun running downstairs to where Layla and Tarn were. Layla heard the dog and then began to grow even more worried. She knew that Nyra had gone up after she had tapped her arm, but there was another soul besides her. Perhaps the person decided to stay to protect her from potential harm. True, she cannot defend herself. Not in the state that she's in. "Come, let us go up." She told him before making her way upstairs, one hand on the wall and the other tapping where the next step is. It was a slow process but it was certainly faster than most others.
Vincent had sat down and leaned on the wall behind him, blood was still being secreted by his wounds. It seems he was the only one that got injured. Good for them, bad for him. He was best in long range after all. Haha. He watched the room they were in be engulfed with fire and then spoke, "KB, can you contact the top brass? Make a report of what happened and tell them that we need to find Sonya. We can't afford to lose a teammate... no, rather I don't want to lose one. I'm sure they have some way to track her." He was sure that the other agent was older than him but he didn't care. He then looked as his blind friend came up, "Over here." He called out to her. She began making her way towards him and then knelt beside him. He began recounting his injuries, but all of them were minor so it didn't take long for her to heal him. "If you feel any pain... physical pain, I want you to tell it to Layla. It will be for the best if everyone was in top condition."
He turned to Blake. "Blake, I know you can feel emotions... so you probably know where Sonya was right? Did she simply disappear like the enemies? Or was she taken away?" He then turned to the others. "Did anyone else come into contact with them? I want to know more about this enemy that we're fighting. Because I'm sure as hell that... or rather those weren't halfbreeds. Or if it is, it's not your average one." | ”Hawk”] - Male ] - 22 ] - Marksman ]
at first sight →
”The name’s Vincent. Only Vincent.”
”Codename’s Hawk. That’s what most agents call me now.”
”We think it’s somewhere around 22.”
”I don’t have a birthday. I was taken in at June 28 though.”
”Male, obviously.”
”I was taken in from a young age. Don’t know where I came from.”
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Vincent looks older than what he actually is. He is rather small for his age and looks lean. He rarely smiles on missions but when he isn't in a mission, there's a relaxed smile that is ever present in his face. When doing assassination attempts, he usually wears a mask to cover his identity. However, he is quick to hide this mask when he's in the public.
"I have black eyes. Some say that they look lifeless but I just say that these are the eyes of a killer."
"As black as my heart eyes."
”I’m an Axis Agent.”
”5’7.”
”Somewhere around 165 to 170 pounds.”
”My right arm is actually a cybernetic. I can open it at will and inside there’s a cartridge for my rifle and a compact smoke grenade.”
under your skin →
Vincent will do anything to do his job properly. You can say that he’s one of the people who just loves doing his work and his only reasoning is because he needs to repay the company for taking care of him ever since he was a child. It can be said that he doesn’t have any mercy or any form of morality. Anything is fair game to Vincent, may it be a child, a demon or an angel. As long as you’re his target, he will kill you. He has never been bribed into sparing anyone. However, when he does kill a child that is just right in front of him, he has a tendency to close his eyes as soon as he pulls the trigger.
However, outside of the job, Vincent is pretty relaxed and nice despite his rough upbringing in Axis. While he kills half-breeds, angels and demons as a job, he doesn’t have any personal grudges towards them although there are exceptions to these (like the one that ripped his arm off). He is brutally honest at times and is usually straightforward, not sparing any effort to sugarcoat the truth.
Vincent was one of the orphans that was taken in by the Axis so he grew up inside a facility with no one to call his family so he began thinking as the other kids as siblings their instructor as his father. He never saw much of the outside world when he was a child and instead of action figures and video games, he had guns and knives to play with. Holding a gun felt very natural to him. It was on an outdoor training when a demon appeared and began barraging him with attacks. He was alone and still very much inexperienced. He did everything he could to defeat the demon but couldn’t and lost his arm in the process. While he failed to defeat a rogue demon, they still allowed him to stay and made a cybernetic arm for him. He showed excellent marks when it comes to long-range assassination and also showed interest in robotics and such. He also grew up with Layla, a halfbreed angel, and still continues to take care of her and sometimes takes her with him on assassination missions, depending on what he needs.
Robotics, rifles, artificial limbs, Ichi, Axis, Layla
Missing a target, failure, annoying targets
”I don’t have any. Orphan here.”
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”I believe I’m an asexual.”
”Single.”
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At most assassination missions, he brings with him a Barrett XM500 with thermal vision. Also on missions, he carries two Glock 17s. He always has two‘Baby Glocks’ and two knives hidden within his person.
+ Expert marksman
+ Hacking
+ Assembling guns and hiding them (whenever he needs a concealed rifle)
+ His right arm is made of one of the toughest metals on Earth so it’s pretty sturdy
- Catch him without a weapon and he won’t be too big of a problem
- Will risk his life just to finish the job
- His right arm can malfunction at certain situations
- Actually has a weak spot for kids (he shuts his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The split second given by this habit is enough for his downfall.)
Vincent has a German Shepherd named Ichi derived from "Ichaival", a mythological Norse weapon. It serves as his guard and attack dog when he's on sniping missions. It is very loyal to its master. Vincent had picked up the dog when he was in his teen years when he saw it abandoned as a pup and with permission, made it his own.
Ichi is well known inside the Axis base that Vincent is stationed at. It is more than an attack dog as when it doesn't go on missions, it's usually out and delivering letters.
Layla] - Female ] - 22 ] - Caretaker ]
at first sight →
Layla
People often refer to her as “Doc” when they start to trust her.
22
October 31, or so she was told
Female
She vaguely remembers slums but grew up in an Axis facility.
you're beautiful →
Layla has, what a person calls, an ‘average figure’. She doesn’t have much of a chest and is rather average in the height department, if not smaller. What does catch other’s attention is her blurred eyes and then the gentle smile on her face. She always seems to wear a doctor’s lab coat just to look professional and carries around a retractable cane. She does have wing tattoos on her back which, when activated, actually turn into white angel wings.
A blurred violet
light brown.
Halfbreed Angel
5’5
136 lbs
The Axis made her contacts that would make her look like she’s not blind but she leaves it behind at most times, even lost them once or twice. Her wings were actually modified to be able to contract her wings into a tattoo so she wouldn’t stand out too much but everyone in the facility knows about it anyway. Her back also has multiple scars that couldn't be fully healed thanks to these experiments.
under your skin →
Layla is a very calm and caring person. Despite knowing that the Axis, whom she is working for, killed her parents and took her in as some sort of healing slave, she doesn’t bear a grudge towards them. She is passive about a lot of things. She believes that they treat her well enough, given that she was allowed free roam around the facility and even create friends despite her obviously different properties. She is also highly dependent on Vincent when it comes to her personal life when they were young so that’s why she was able to forge a friendly relationship with him.
Layla was born to an angel mother and a human father, causing her to actually have pretty distinct angel physical looks and powers. It was only when she was eight when the Axis raided their home and killed both of her parents. Upon seeing the blind child, they took her in and experimented on her angel wings. It caused pain and they were able to actually hide the wings. They also found that she was able to heal humans, making her quite an asset. But they had to assure her loyalty, and thus was left to Vincent to take care of her and become her ‘friend’. And so she grew up around killer humans who hunt her own kind, but for some odd reason or another, she doesn’t have the heart to hate them. Perhaps it was because of her angel half?
Books, Helping, Animals (Ichi especially), Healing, Vincent
Extreme flavors of food, Life and death situations, Her friends getting hurt
They’re dead.
skip a heartbeat →
Demisexual
Single
what lies unawaken →
She has the power of flight and can lift at most, twice her size while flying. Any more and she begins have more noticeable difficulties. She also has the power of healing. This works on humans, demons and other angels. She also has a much higher sense of hearing, to the point where she sometimes uses echolocation to figure out where she is, and touch, which she uses for medical purposes (checking for any fractures, heartbeat and things that need actual equipment to figure out.)
+ She can fly and lift twice her size while she’s at it
+ She has the power of healing which she can use on herself
+ Her echolocation skills are very advanced and can probably get through a complicated maze without much trouble
- For one, she’s blind and thus cannot properly defend herself.
- While she does have heightened senses, most of the time, she fails to notice who she is talking to or is beside her until they speak up.
- She gets tired when she treats truly fatal wounds
- She doesn’t have the heart to kill other people (unless extremely angered which is hard to do)
There are times where she would take care of Ichi, Vincent’s German Shepherd, so she actually grows close to the dog.
Despite her disability, she learned how to write. She also knows Morse code which she often uses to convey hidden messages to Vincent. |
52,546 | 1,423 | 26 | 921 | 18 | Well that was unexpected. Nyra gritted her teeth in annoyance as her lions did virtually nothing to light the room. A dying candle would've looked more impressive, it was pathetic.
It was difficult to see in the darkness, but there was definitely some serious damage being dished out...and not from her 'side'. Eyes widening, Nyra stared as she saw a terrifying visage.
"What the hell, is that Blake?!" All horns and demonic spikes, she was sure that the terrifying half-demon would be more than a match for the creatures they were facing.
Her hopes were soon shattered by one of their assailants pinning Blake to the floor. "Oh." Nyra shuddered as he let out a scream of pain, her own hand clenching to dismiss her lions - there was no point wasting her energy, her only power was useless. If those like Blake - and Tamara, Nyra thought, rolling her eyes at the fact that she'd sent the hotel room up in flames - couldn't hold their own -with- powers that actually worked somewhat, what was she supposed to do, shoot at pitch black and hope she didn't hit one of the team?
That's when she noticed a creature staring at her. It stood, all cold and dark, and Nyra could almost swear it tilted its head.
"Fuck this," she muttered, holstering her gun. "I'm not going to join in this, I'm leaving". The darkness seemed to smile, as Nyra turned to walk down the steps out of the room.
"Where the hell are you going?" There was a fist grabbing at her clothes, and Nyra snarled, knocking Tarn's clawed hand out of the way. "They might need you up there, why are you leaving?"
"Fine words coming from one avoiding the fight entirely, hey?" She ignored the fact that Tarn was attempting to protect Layla, as even so, it seemed much less dangerous than up...there. Perhaps it had something to do with him clutching his head earlier. "I'm completely useless. My powers don't do anything, at least the others can fight back, so why the hell should I stay around? To be a meat shield? I don't intend on dying just yet, so no thanks," she left the building. "I'll be at a pub if you find a use for me," Nyra laughed.
"Come, let us go up." Tarn agreed, making sure Layla made it up the stairs ok, but she was more than capable. He felt foolish for assuming she wasn't. Annoyingly, or thankfully, the fight was over, and Tarn sighed - he wished he could've helped more. The only problem was that an agent was now missing. | Tarn ] - Male ] - 24 ] - Cautious ]
at first sight →
Tarn Brevit (dislikes people calling him by his surname)
'That guy with the headphones', Tar
24
February 21st
Male
Originally from Scotland
you're beautiful →
Tarn takes care with his appearance, having a great interest in dressing fashionably. More often than not, he can be seen wearing a pair of semi-transparent headphones - though this is mainly to help him avoid conversations with other people, and they are usually not playing any music. Slightly taller than average, with messy dark brown hair, a pale complexion (he has his Scottish heritage to thank for that) and a lean build. Usually wears high-necked shirts/jackets and/or scarves, in order to hide a nasty scar he has by his left collarbone. In addition, Tarn has a piercing in his left eyebrow.
He has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail can become sharp and bladed when under stress (see P O W E R S section). This tail is made of something rather heavy, so he avoids stepping on weighing scales.
Turquoise due to being a halfbreed, but he wears green contacts to hide this
Dark brown
Halfbreed (demon)
6"1 or 185cm
Uncertain, all that Tarn knows is that he's lean and muscular for his height. Would be much heavier than normal due to his tail weighing a lot.
Pierced left eyebrow. He'd love a tattoo, but has a huge fear of needles.
under your skin →
Despite his seemingly cold exterior, Tarn is actually an incredibly nice guy - he just can't afford to let others get close to him. The isolation has started to get to him though, and he often finds himself almost talking to people before he can stop himself. He tends to manage this by instead feeding and looking after the many stray dogs around his area, occasionally letting some sleep in his flat - though the landlord would not approve if they found out! Before the incident in Scotland, he used to be a fun and outgoing guy, with a love of humor, art and videogames, and now hides all of this personality behind a wall. So far it's kept him safe from the likes of rumors and Axis.
He knows he can't keep it up forever though, and cracks are beginning to form.
Born to a demon mother and human father in a remote area of Scotland, Tarn lived a pretty normal childhood until the age of 16. He received his scar one night after a party, when someone tried to mug him at knife-point on his way home. Tarn would normally have handed over his valuables, but was heavily underneath the influence of alcohol - all the police know is that the pair of them woke up in hospital the following morning, Tarn with the knife-wound to his left shoulder, and the other guy with far more serious injuries.
This event shook Tarn a lot, and he left Scotland to go to university in the USA. He's now employed as an office-worker, and spends most of his earnings on technology and clothes, as he has few friends. This is more an act of self-preservation, due to his mother teaching him about his demon heritage after the mugging incident, and warning him about Axis. He reckons that the fewer friends he has, the lower the chances of suspicion.
Draws and paints a lot on the side, selling them for extra cash. Usually the pictures revolve around demons.
Art, dogs, noodle bars, being alone in the wilderness and quiet places. Plus the latest technology and clothes - Tarn is rather materialistic, having grown up in a remote area of Scotland and having nobody to spend his new source of income on but himself.
Needles (Tarn has an intense fear of them), alcohol (since the mugging incident) and boring conversations with his co-workers.
Doesn't hate Axis as he's not had any experience dealing with them - he just knows to be wary due to the warnings from his mother.
He has a demon mother and human father, but they still reside in Scotland, and for safety's sake he doesn't communicate with them. No other family/siblings.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual
Single. Had a childhood fling around the age of 16, but hasn't had a relationship since.
what lies unawaken →
Tarn is uncertain of what the extent of his demon powers are. What he does know is that his fingernails can become incredibly tough and claw-like when threatened, and he has (rather unfortunately from his perspective) a long & smooth black demon tail, which he keeps wrapped around his middle. The end of this tail acts like his fingernails, and can become sharp and bladed when under stress.
- Perceptive / intelligent
- Keeps himself in good shape, can run & jump better than a human can
- Attends classes for close quarters combat (call it paranoia)
- Left arm is weakened due to his old stab wound. Hitting the scarred area can cause intense pain.
- Terrified of needles
- No friends or contacts / poor social skills
- Can't use any weapon/gun that requires 2 hands, due to his left shoulder
Tarn is incredibly fond of dogs, and often feeds the strays around his area. He can't actually keep one due to the landlord's rules, but usually lets a few of his favourite strays into his flat.
Nyra Williams] - Female ] - 23 ] - Ambitious ]
at first sight →
Nyra Williams
Her stage name is "Light-twister" or simply "Twister"
23
September 16th
Female
Born in Norway
you're beautiful →
Nyra has a thin frame, with pale skin, light brown eyes and short, very-dark blue hair. She has an unnatural beauty to her face (due to her angel heritage), a quality that she often uses to her advantage.
Light brown
Very very dark blue (looks almost black)
Halfbreed (angel)
5"6 or 167cm
128 lbs
None. She had some metalwork placed in her leg when she broke it as a kid, but it was only for medical purposes, in order to help it heal straight.
under your skin →
Craves attention / loves socialising / charismatic / quick to anger / slow to trust others
Born to a large extended family, Nyra grew up having to fight for attention. Perhaps this is what has fueled her passion for winning & being the center of the spotlight, leading her to perform in Illusionist shows - she has used her half breed powers to increase her fame in this career, and now has a decent sized fanbase.
When performing, Nyra wears a mask. Some say it's to add to the drama - but really it's because it hides the fact that her eyes turn gold when she's using her powers.
- Winning
- Parties & socialising
- Guns
- Loud music
- People who get 'straight-to-the-point' when talking
- Losing
- Big egos & smooth-talkers
- Kids
Nyra has a large extended family - many uncles, many cousins, many - well, you name it, she has one (or four!). She occasionally gives them free tickets to her shows to keep the peace, and although she dislikes kids, Nyra sometimes babysits her 12 year old cousin Charlie - an odd little girl who is the one kid Nyra doesn't mind. She's not certain where her angel heritage came from, and has never bothered to ask.
skip a heartbeat →
Bisexual (prefers men)
Single (with plenty of one-night stands)
what lies unawaken →
Nyra can manipulate light, and this is the basis for her 'Illusionist' shows: whether this is forming it into shapes (such as butterflies) or splitting it to produce colourful, but harmless, displays of colour. For combat purposes, she can create super-bright bursts of light to try to momentarily blind the enemy, attempt to disorientate them with light displays, or 'remove' the light from a small area to increase the shadows in which to hide.
Despite the usefulness of this light-manipulation, Nyra is unable to hurt others with her power. For this purpose, she carries both a handgun and a small blade, concealed on her person.
- Charismatic (as you have to be, for her line of work!)
- Good with a handgun
- Reasonably well-off money wise
- Her powers can't actually hurt people
- Quick to anger, can be a bit of an asshole at times
- Slow to trust others
- Eyes glow gold when she's using her powers, (so this is a big giveaway)
Has a lot of 'friends'. Some are fake, others are true friends. |
52,547 | 1,424 | 0 | 1,044 | 4,471 | Location; The Davidson Residence.
Time; 12:45 P.M.
Interacting With; Her Mother, Patrice Davidson & Jerome | Julian via text Sneaking back into the house was as successful as always when it came to Natalie. She had a ladder outside of her bedroom, that led to a patio balcony so she could just sneak back in without anyone noticing. The only person who would notice would be her brother, since she has to pass through his room while climbing back up on the ladder. Natalie currently sat on her bed, reading a book and her mother walked in as her eyes went to her with a soft smile. "Hey, Mother. Something wrong?" Patrice shook her head while sitting on the edge of the bed. "No, we're having a family meeting. We'd like for you to be there." Her mother said softly as Natalie raised a brow. "Everything okay? Did father's plane crash or something?" Natalie asked through gasped breathing as her mother calmed her down.
Patrice shook her head. "No. He's on his way back now but he just want to talk about the recent developments and such." Natalie nodded her head while closing her book and getting off of the bed with a soft sigh. She walked out of her room and her mother trailed behind her. "Oh, why weren't you at breakfast?" Patrice asked as Natalie's eyes widened as she stopped in her tracks and chuckled nervously. "I, um, overslept. Sorry." She lied with biting her lip and walking towards the meeting room, waving at Jerome with a smile. "Hey, brother!" She squealed while leaning in and hugging him tightly then releasing him just as their father turned the corner and entered the room.
"Daddy!" She ran up to him and hugged him as he grunted and laughed. "You're not a little girl anymore. Remember that." Natalie laughed as she broke the hug. "Wait, aren't you going to wait for Logan?" Patrice asked as Matthew waved his hand. "She's too young to her this." Natalie looked at him with a raised brow then shrugged her shoulders as her father went back to talking.
"We might be going to war. I kind of felt this coming and now, it has happened." Matthew said directly towards the trio before him as she leaned up and placed his hands on the desk. "There are roses that can intensify our abilities and most people are gunning to get there hands on it. Long story short, the Montgomery's and the Edmond's are not to be trusted. Stay away from them. Got it?" Matthew strict and firm tone made Natalie nod instantly as she looked towards Jerome to see if he had anything to say on the matter. Natalie didn't really have much of an opinion though she was secretly dating one of the Montgomery family members, the eldest sibling, Julian.
She was wondering to herself if she should end the relationship or should they just talk it out and see what happens. So many things were going through her head right about now as she stood up and straightened out her clothing. "May I be excused?" She asked politely as Matthew nodded her head and she quietly said thank you while walking out after Jerome spoke his peace. Natalie stormed off to her room and jumped on the bed, grabbing her phone and texting Julian.
To: ♥Julian♥
Hey. We need to talk. Can we meet soon? It's urgent! Plus, I miss you. :*
Natalie sent the text then sighed while running her fingers through her raven colored hair and waited to receive a text from Julian. Millions of things were going through her head right about now and she bit her bottom lip again our nervousness. She didn't know what to do so she just decided to pick up her book and read again until something interesting happened. | ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ONLY! |
52,548 | 1,424 | 1 | 1,044 | 4,471 | Location: Home → “The Park Nearest Place”
Time: 12:45 → 13:00
Interacting With: Natalie via text Julian was stretched out on the sofa, watching the latest exploits of Jennifer Lawrence in the new(ish) Hunger Games, when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pausing the TV, he pulled it out, to discover a text from Natalie.
From: Natalie <3
Hey. We need to talk. Can we meet soon? It's urgent! Plus, I miss you. :*
This did wonders for the little ball of paranoia he had buried in his sub-conscience. Why was it urgent? Did he do something wrong earlier? Did her dad find out? Were they breaking up? Nat was probably the only girl he genuinely loved, rather than just his power, so this sudden meet-up was troubling, especially for him. If he lost Natalie, then his stupid power would’ve won, and he’d be a sex-crazed manwhore for the rest of his life. Now that was something he definitely couldn’t let happen. ”Jesus, Julian, stop overthinking. It’s probably just nothing.” He tried to reassure himself, though it was hardly working. Summoning all the confidence he could muster, he took a deep breath and typed a reply, hitting send.
To: Natalie <3
Sure. I’ll meet you at the park nearest my place, it’s only 15 minutes away. See you there babe :) (I might be late, depends on how much I can limit human interaction :/)
He slipped his phone back in his pocket stood up, pulling on a blue polo jumper over his shirt and walking towards the door.
”Julian, where are you going?” It was his father.
”Oh, hi, dad. I was just headed to the park for some fresh air.”
”Well, be careful. Long story short, there’s a gang war breaking out. Something about these new roses that can boost our powers. Do not trust any of the other families, okay? I’ll tell you more about it when you get home. Oh, and don’t stay out too long. Try to avoid girls- or, well, any person for that matter.”
”Thanks, dad.” Julian gave him a quick thumbs up before walking out.
-//-
Luckily for him, there weren’t any wild adventures his power wanted to drag him by the ass into, so he managed to make it to the park in time, and gave him time to wonder if this was just because of what his father had told him. Sitting down on the most visible bench there, all he could do was drum his fingers on the wood as he waited for Nat to arrive, and hope to god that all this was just a discussion of the news that she’d hopefully received aswell. Instead of presuming the worst, however, he took time to ponder how this impending war would play out. He was hoping that he wouldn’t have to get too involved, aside from doing his mafia duties here and there, as he really wouldn’t want to get a hold of a rose that could strengthen his power. Shaking off the horrible thought, he rested his head against the back of the wooden seat, closing his eyes. If he fell asleep, Natalie could always wake him up... | ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ONLY! |
52,549 | 1,424 | 2 | 1,015 | 2,826 | J E R O M E D A V I D S O N
Location; The Davidson Residence.
Time; 12:45 P.M.
Interacting With; His parents & Natalie
Jerome walked out of the warehouse, fixing his tie around his neck, while one of his associates, Jordan, pulled him aside "What we gone' do with him, boss?" Jordan asked Jerome, whom shrugged. "Cut him loose, I got to know all I needed. Take him to the bar, and buy him a beer. Tell him he walked into a door, or something." Jordan nodded, as he whistled for the other guys to carry the badly beaten man - Mike Connery, a local low-life, out of the warehouse. "And Jordan, do me a favor and burn the clothes for me." Jerome mentioned as Jordan nodded "O-Of course." Jerome nodded, he was very controlling when it came to his work - in fact, when it came to everything, he liked being in charge. Not leaving things behind or a conversation with words still left to speak. He had gotten a text message from his mother, she wanted him to come home, he grinned, as he walked towards the parking garage a couple of blocks away, where he had parked his motorcycle.
Putting on his black leather gloves and the black helmet, he revved the engine on the sports bike and was soon on his way home, not more than a five minute drive. He pulled up and soon founds his way into the house, where his little sister, Natalie, greeted him with a hug. Jerome smiled warmly and hugged her back. "Hi there sis, how are you?" he asked, following her into the main room, where their mother already sat waiting. Turning his head, towards Natalie, he saw her talking to their father. Jerome sat down, and soon Natalie joined him, they decided not to wait for Logan - probably for the better.
Their father would speak, his tone serious and grim, as it usually was. While Jerome had control preferences his father was a dramatic. he overplayed the danger, the other families wouldn't be stupid enough to pick fights with the Davidsons, not between Matthew and his power and his sisters and mothers wit. Yet, if there were truth to his father's concerns, Jerome would be more than happy to protect his family.
When his father's speech ended, Jerome nodded. He knew full well of the powers of the roses, they had saved his life quite some time ago, after all. Once Natalie left the room, probably to go talk to her secret boyfriend Jerome thought, he looked to his parents. "So, now that there are no more children in the room, what's the plan?" He knew his mother didn't appreciate him talking down his siblings like that, but she knew it came from a place of love. Just like everything he ever did. It was all done with love for his family. | Jerome Davidson
”I don't want to die without any scars”
–Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.
"I bring a knife to a gunfight - and I'm the only one walking away from it."
-Himself
Name;;
Jerome Matt Davidson
Nickname;;
Jeremy, Ghost
Jeremy because he thinks Jerome is incredibly 'hood', not fitting for a man such as himself.
Ghost is what he's taking to getting called as he's gotten shot multiple times without staying down, like a spectre.
Age;;
25
Gender;;
Male
Sexuality;;
Bisexual.
Relationship Status;;
Sex is a weapon and he will use it as such.
Role;;
Oldest child.
Appearance;;
Jerome stands at a threatening 6'5, two inches taller than his father. He is built very well due to endless hours of honing his physical form either through jogging or lifting, martial arts have always been utilized by him and thanks to Kaw Maga and Boxing his body is in tip-top shape. He is usually seen dressing in elegant clothing, everything comes with a designer tag and a steep price, not because he likes to boast, but because he firmly believes that a man's worth is based on the things he values. He values respect above all else.
Seen wearing three-piece suits or a muscle-shirt and jeans most often, his outfit is always perfectly planned for the occasion. He has a tattoo on his shoulder of feathery wings, as well as tribal markings on his forearms. A nasty scar from a machete on his neck from the time his throat was slit when he was 16 by a rival gang.
Likes;;
Money, cash, Skrilla, whatever.
Classic rock, Asia, Foreigner and Creedence are his favorites.
Bacardi Rum, either on the rocks or with coke.
To be in power, regarldess of situation. He wants to be dominant, the one in charge.
Respect, weather it's towards him or others.
Fitness, staying in shape is a top priority and those that don't are wasting their potential.
Scrubs, the TV-show, not the clothing.
Dislikes;;
Game Of Thrones, idiots, laziness, greed, arrogance and disrespect.
Hobbies;;
Businessman; He's a businessman above all else, a man of stature who will always get his way. Honing this craft is his greatest hobby.
Martial arts; Tying into his executive way of living, he hones his body in ways to make sure he's always in control.
Netflix; After a day at work he's keen on spending the evening in bed, watching movies or TV.
Habits;;
Morning Jog; Every morning at 7:15 he is out on a jog for 30 minutes.
Gym Routine; Following the jog he spends an hour in the gym, as well as a shower, thus starting his day at 9 am.
He spends a lot of time at the gun range, whenever he can find the time, really.
Fears;;
Dogs; ever since he was bit by a rabid dog when he was a kid he's been weary of them, not a phobia, but canines are one of the few things that can break his composure.
Death; For someone who death seems unlikely, he is incredible afraid of the prospect of not existing, of being forgotten.
Personality;;
♦ Intelligent ♦ Honorable ♦ Powerful ♦ Sadistic ♦
Jeremy is not an easy man to cross. If you respect him and his ways, you will never have a problem with the man. However, if you get in his way, disrespect him or in any way cross him, you should be prepared to face the full wrath of a man as clever as he is sadistic. Not exactly a social type, Jeremy has kept a lot to himself, playing his cards close to the chest and it has worked out rather well for him, not getting into more trouble than he can handle.
He deems respect more important than everything else, a such he is fiercely loyal to those that he care for, such as his family. His respect for his parents is unmatched and truly his entire life has been following the trend of being the perfect son for his parents. As clever as his mother and as powerful as his father. Discipline is the rule of his life, people are nothing without it.
Ability;;
Enhanced Healing Factor; Via Biokinesis.
Specifically, Jerome is a Biokinetic. He is able to affect the genetic structure of cells, the biological mass. However, his power has yet to manifest in any other way than an enhanced regeneration factor he regenerates almost hundred times faster than a human. He has gotten shot, cut and beaten to a pulp, gotten thrown off a bridge and impaled by rebar, yet, he's still standing. Jerome is not one to go down easily as his body constantly heals damage to him, preventing him from ever having any long-lasting injuries. This also greatly enhances his endurance thanks constantly healing his muscles when they are put under stress. Because of his powers he's also largely immune to most diseases and has never been sick in his entire life. Poisons and toxins, including alcohol affects him with a minimal impact.
Due to the enhanced healing factor Jerome rarely feels any drawbacks from working out, as the constant tearing of his muscles gets healed, allowing him to exercise more ferociously, making him stronger than an olympic athlete, while still not anywhere near the level of his father.
Limitations;;
By no means invincible, Jerome simply heals quicker, he tires slower, meaning that he's durable in a fight, yet, you break his arm, his arm will be broken for the coming days, weeks, maybe. Besides healing quicker, his abilities does in no way assist him in combat, as many others with power are just straight up stronger than him, leading to him having to rely on his wit and skill over his powers to defeat a foe.
History;;
Jerome is the first born son in the Davidson Dynasty, his father and mother happy to have a child. From the start, Jerome was the pride and joy of his parents, his father especially, as a toddler he was the spitting image of his father. Earlier than his siblings, Jerome was let into the family business and getting to know why they were on this island, and what they did for a living, how they could be so rich despite both of his parents not having real jobs.
As he grew, he got into trouble in school, standing firm in his believes that one should always be the best they can be, he got into many fights, always winning, once going so far as to beat another kid unconscious. And with age, he got involved in small time crime, holding up liquor stores, robbing registers, that sort of thing and eventually it esculated into full on gang-violence. The kind of violence that got you killed.
And that's how it would've gone for Jeremy when he got cut with a machete in the throat, his jugular getting thorn, but thanks to his powers - and a dose of the wonder drug - he managed to make a full recover. A recovery he celebrated by beating the kid who had tried to kill him to a pulp.
Into adulthood, he's gone for a cleaner way of leaving than many others. He doesn't dirty his hands very often anymore, he's matriculate and neat, making sure to leave no evidence of his criminal lifestyle. Due to this, he spends a lot of time making sure that the Davidson name can never be connected to the way of living they go through.
Extra;;
Jensen Ackles. |
52,550 | 1,424 | 3 | 53 | 1,622 | Location - Home
Interacting with - Mama and Papa Montgomery
'It's a good day, today.'
It was the first thought to run through Emilia's mind that morning as she woke up from her peaceful slumber. For the first time in many weeks, Emilia had finally had a good night's rest, feeling fresh and ready for the following morning. She couldn't even feel the prickling sensation at the back of her mind, which usually came with her empathic nature, so she knew that her mood was her own.
She sat up, leaning against the headboard as she sighed to herself. Emilia reached over to the bedside table, where her phone lied charging. Unplugging the device, she tapped her fingers against the screen to check the news, before checking the schedule for the day. Things recently had been tense in the Montgomery household - not between the family members, but Emmy could feel the stress emanate from her father. Hell, she didn't even need her powers to tell how stressed her father had been.
Checking through the planner with tired eyes, Emilia mentally noted down the two meetings and one public appearance that was planned for the Mayor during the course of the day. As Emilia climbed out of bed, the blankets falling in a heap on the floor, she checked for her horoscope.
It doesn't seem fair that your workload has increased these last few days. Never mind that you still have all of your normal tasks to do, your boss expects you to finalize a new budget and write a proposal as well? Enlist the help of others if you can. If you can't, simply do the best you can without sacrificing time with your family and loved ones. Ultimately, Pisces, the latter is more important.
Ah, well that was obvious. With the rising gang crimes and public unrest, Emmy's workload had pretty much doubled with the amount of paperwork she had to check through and sort. It was tiring, but it was slowly being worked on. Emilia stepped out of her bedroom after getting ready, her phone in her hand as she peered through the other websites that gave -what she believed to be- accurate horoscopes.
"Emmy? Sweetie?" Ah, mother. "Are you heading out now too?"
"Mm," she hummed, taking an apple from the fruit bowl and rubbing it on the sleeve of her peach blazer. "Is Papa awake yet?"
"Right here, Emilia." Emilia turned, seeing her father at the doorway. Her smile widened, and she reached over to give him an one-armed hug and a kiss to the cheek.
"Morning, papa~"
"Morning sweetie." He let his daughter go give her mother the same early morning treatment. A hug and a kiss to the cheek: the usual. "I need you to keep an eye out on the Mayor. A gang war has started, and we need to make sure that he isn't... acting out." Her father informed her.
"Will do, papa. I'm going now, got a long day ahead." And with that, Emilia was gone out the door to start her long day ahead. | Name:
Emilia Amberlyn Montgomery
Nickname:
Emmy
Birth Date:
March 7th
Age:
Twenty-three
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Closeted Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Role
Eldest daughter of the Montgomery family
In Depth Appearance:
Known for her radiant beauty, Emilia stands at a respectable 1.71m, or 5'6". With her usual heels however, the girl can exceed heights of 5'8" or even more. With a slim pear shaped figure; her waist thin but hips wide, Emilia maintains it by yoga on a daily basis, almost to the point of obsessiveness.
Emilia's main attribute, however, is her face. Or more notably, her eyes.
Bright crystal blue eyes, framed with dark brown lashes. The shade varies, with flecks of grey if you look closely. Emilia's lips are a sweet shade of pink, found with a natural pout. Her hair is long and naturally wavy, the light blonde locks falling halfway between her shoulder and chest. Her skin is unblemished and unmarred, her appearance a flawless finish.
Emilia also has a couple of tattoos, most hidden under her clothes. One notable tattoo can be seen on her wrist, a nod towards her astrological sign: pisces.
Emilia doesn't have a single style that she follows. Her closet ranges from the grungiest outfit to the softest, 'girliest' dress one girl can own. Typically, however, Emilia wears pastel or monochromatic colours, styles ranging depending on the day and her mood. She also owns multiple pairs of heels and wedges, all for different occasions. It's also to be noted that Emilia wears the big brands, the designer clothing to showcase her wealth. Accessory-wise, Emilia tends to stick to small, simple earrings and cage rings. Makeup-wise, Emilia tends to stick to the natural or nude shades: light pinks or browns to emphasise her lips or eyes, but usually seen with a thick coat of dark, waterproof mascara.
"The stars are not in position for this. Can't do it, not today."
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
Believes in horoscopes and astrology
Always counts using her fingers
Bites nails when stressed
Daydreaming
Biting lips while in thought
Hobbies:
Astrology
Stargazing
Yoga
Likes:
Watching crime dramas (it's a guilty pleasure)
Animals (especially dogs)
Puns
When things go her way
Chocolates
Dislikes:
Loud music (it's too distracting)
Cats (she's allergic, sadly)
Strong scents
Having nothing to do
Liars
Fears:
Dying young
Water - especially large bodies of water
Personality:
♦ Extroverted ♦ Vindictive ♦ Sweet ♦ Two-faced ♦
Despite Emilia's soft, gentle appearance and day-dreaming ditsy persona, it's best not to completely believe what is to be seen. Her soft smile can easily twist into a cruel one, her gentle personality into a vindictive bitch, who'll stop at nothing to destroy those that cross her. Her cruel side is not as known, and those that hear the rumours tend not to believe it, falling for her sweet persona and the cycle repeats itself again.
To say that Emilia is a believer is an understatement. She loves reading all things astrological, and having her future read. She doesn't care if others don't believe it or call her dim-witted for it, Emilia loves reading the predictions, especially seeing when it comes true (which, surprisingly happens quite often).
While Emilia isn't book smart, or the most intelligent one in the room (she's of average, however), she prides herself on her creativity and people-skills. Usually, that translates to thinking up revenge or anything unpleasant for those that have crossed her. Anyway, she has two highly intelligent siblings, no point trying to compete in a race with a broken leg, right?
Emilia is quite the chatty, extroverted individual, adding to her ditzy persona that she puts up often. She uses her appearance to almost fool individuals (mostly working on men) into trusting her and eventually manipulating that trust into something ugly when she requires.
She's also quite the restless spirit. She's always seen pacing or tapping her foot, performing any action rather than sitting still. While she hates staying still - even in her sleep, Emilia is known for moving a lot during her sleep, resulting in her crows nest of a hair in the mornings - Emilia doesn't care if others around her are lazy. It's up to them to do their duties, not for her to go after them. Her loyalties lies with her family and her family only. So far, no one has managed to gain Emilia's trust long enough to for her to be loyal to them; she hasn't been given a reason to do so.
One more thing to note about Emilia is that she's highly competitive, and if the incentive is worth it, she isn't afraid of going through extreme lengths to win.
"It hurts, their pain... it's taking over me... my heart feels like its been shattered into a million pieces. And... the pain doesn't stop."
History:
Emilia has been, and always will be daddy's little princess. Even as a child, Emilia would follow her father around and prefer his company, that habit following to her later years even if its mostly unintentional. Don't get me wrong, Emilia loves her mother to bits, but she will always be known to be the little duckling that followed daddy around.
As a child, Emilia could sense emotions, though instead of realising it wasn't her own, she was a ray of sunshine when she experienced happiness, gloomy when sad, or frightened to death for no apparent reason. Sometimes her fear even followed her to her dreams, often shaping the once beautiful imagination into a dark, dangerous place that no kid should endure. Her nightmares would go so bad that she had to be put onto medication until Emilia could learn how to control her powers enough to be able to keep control of her dreams, or enough so the nightmares aren't as bad.
With the birth of her younger sister came competition for her father's attention. A childish Emilia sulked and had been an absolute nightmare whenever Victoria had stolen her father's attention away from her, often acting out like a spoilt child. This is one phase of her life she wishes to forget, to keep buried and never talk about it ever again. The embarrassment is too strong.
Emilia's love for astrology came on the day she almost drowned to death during an innocent trip to the beach with some friends. Even though Emilia had read the predictions that fateful morning, responding with an eyeroll and a scoff, the girl's leg cramped up while in water and she eventually began drowning, at least until she was saved. To this day, she has no idea who saved her.
Her life in education was somewhat an average one. Unless she put her mind into it, Emilia's grades remained average. Her strengths lie in anything where she could study the human behaviour, especially in subjects like psychology or sociology.
Emilia was harassed by a group of boys during high school. It was nothing dangerous, but just a couple of guys who thought low of women, which was apparent with their lewd gazes and sharp tongues. While Emilia never told anyone about it, just waiting till the guys found someone else to harass, somehow Julian managed to figure it out. It frightened her as the group brought a knife to an impromptu fist fight. To this day, Emilia still feels guilty as she sees the scar on her brother's lip, and while she appreciates his actions, Emilia doesn't stop herself from calling him an idiot for putting himself in harms way for her.
Even though Emilia is not the one taking over daddy's empire, her brother Julian will be instead, Emilia isn't angry about it. Instead, while Emilia isn't completely involved with the family business, she helps out in her own interesting way. Taking a job as the Mayor's secretary. While its not the most glamorous job, Emilia takes her position as an advantage for her family. With access to the Mayor's dealings and folders, Emilia can easily keep an eye on him, and immediately tell her father should the Mayor step out of line.
"Try sleeping while feeling the emotions of at least fifteen people eating away at your conscience and once you've done that, go fuck yourself."
Abilities:
Empathy: Emilia has the power to sense the people around her's emotion, at least to a certain degree. If she focuses her powers enough, it is possible for Emilia to project her own feelings onto others, but it takes too much energy for her to do so, so she uses it sparingly.
Limitations:
She can only sense happiness, fear, anger and sadness, but she cannot know what exactly causes the feelings unless she sees the individual. Emilia also tends to get a lot of nightmares, especially if she senses fear. Emilia is known to get a lot of nightmares because of this.
Extra:
Way too many to count, but I know that Natalie Dormer is the absolute best.
EDIT: History updated to accommodate the other Montgomery siblings. Also, Emmy has a job! |
52,551 | 1,424 | 4 | 2,305 | 2,033 | Location; The Montgomery Residence.
Time; 12:45 P.M.
Interacting With; His parents, Victoria Arsene had woken up earlier than usual today and had spent the morning outside in the backyard testing his power by lifting tiny dirt towers out of the ground. Around noon he had considered going inside to see if his mom had made lunch but he saw Julian through the sliding glass door and decided to pretend that he was still training and wait for Julian to leave. He wondered when it had gotten this bad, since when did just saying 'hello' to his own brother become something awkward. He didn't 'hate' Julian, nor was he currently angry at him, but over the years, something had been lost. However, these thoughts were too uncomfortable to think about so Arsene, as usual, ran away from his problems by throwing himself into his work, which in this case, was his practice of his ability. But the emotional distress managed to spill through, causing his next attempt to raise the earth come off a little too strongly as a large cylinder of dirt shot out at the chain-link fence, putting an indent in it, and causing a large rattling sound. Arsene decided to stop practicing, but he looked through the sliding glass door to see if he was in trouble. While his mother seemed angry that the fence was damaged, his dad wore an approving look on his face. Arsene went inside.
"S-sorry about the fence...mom," Arsene apologized, "I-I'll try to push it back into shape later."
"It's fine." She said, with a bitter finality as she shot August a sharp look, indicating that he had already talked her out of chiding Arsene, "Can you call Vickie? We're having lunch."
"Sure," Arsene agreed not wanting to piss her off more than he already had. As he headed away from the kitchen, he asked, "I suppose Julian and Emilia are...?"
"Out," Lexis finished his sentence, "So's Don, as usual."
"Cool," Arsene replied, feeling suddenly less tense to know that it was just himself and Victoria. He considered feeling guilty for being relieved that his other siblings weren't here, but chose to ignore that particular distraction. Heading upstairs, Arsene reached the door to Victoria's room and knocked, "Hey, Victoria," he said through the door, 'It's time for lunch." he then headed back downstairs and took a seat. | Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time
”I’m everyone’s type.” –Jackson Whittemore (Teen Wolf)
Name;;
Julian Jeremiah Montgomery
Nickname;;
J/Jay— An obvious abbreviation of any name beginning with a J. Julian doesn’t prefer this nickname, but most people have “lazy tongues”, so it’s used frequently.
Jules— A pet named favoured by one of the women he’s seduced over the past god knows how long. He claims it’s stuck, but others rarely ever like to call him it.
Age;;
25
Gender;;
Male
Sexuality;;
If they’re human, he’ll take it.
Relationship Status;;
Forbidden Love (It’s Complicated)
Role;;
Oldest Son
In-Depth Appearance;;
Standing at an average 5’9” (with a weight of 152 lbs), Jay is what most describe as sex on a stick, regardless of his power. His body is a perfect mixture of a lithe yet athletic build, adorned by muscles which are in turn covered in fading lipstick stamps that he’s either been too lazy to wash off or been unaware of their existence. He does try his hardest to keep up a neat appearance, and when his power isn’t dragging him by the ass into a wild night of drunkenness and riding around in a shopping cart, he can been seen in smart clothing that still attains a slight casual feel to it, such as polo jumpers and a shirt, tie and suspenders. (See here for reference.)
Scars;;
Julian actually has two scars, both of which he got in the same fight. The most serious one is on the upper left corner of his back, 16.5cm in length and 5mm in width. The other one is on the right side of his lip, heading downwards for 2cm.
Piercings;;
The only piercings Jay will ever wear is a pair of studded black hoop earrings in his ear lobes.
Tattoos;;
Julian has a tribal wolf tattoo on his right shoulder, and the phrase “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.” along the top of his back.
Likes;;
His family
Mature vodka
Heights
Literature
Watching lightning storms
Wolves
Brotherhood/loyalty
Leather jackets
Dislikes;;
Mayor Flint
The Edmonds
The Davidsons
The government
Modern music
People coughing and sneezing in public places
Street crime
Drugs
Hobbies;;
Reading books
Sightseeing
Boxing
Habits;;
Gazing into the distance
Putting salt on almost everything
Gesturing with his hands when talking
Fears;;
His power spiralling out of control
His family dying
Horror movies
Personality;;
♦ Flirtatious ♦ Impatient ♦ Loyal ♦ Threatening ♦
As eldest Montgomery, Jay feels he has a responsibility on his shoulders, and dedicates himself to protecting them no matter what. Despite this, he is at a constant struggle with his powers, as he’s constantly being taken over by the sudden desire to rip the nearest person’s clothes off and take them right there on that table/desk/suitcase/floor. He mainly just has one-night-stands and then gets on with it, having to just ride out his “episodes” the best way he can. Yet, he refuses to get help, as he’s got better things to do than “take useless drugs” or “listen to some useless fella with a fancy degree drone on for hours”.
However, when his power manages to get a hold of him, it drags him headlong into a spiral of recklessness and idiocy. He can go through up to three girls/boys/aliens in one night, and still come home craving more. He can also end up puking in the toilet for two hours straight, and still drink more. He often describes it as though someone is taking over his body, and he’s just there in the back seat, watching it happen before his blurry eyes. Afterwards he’ll often have no memory, and just randomly remember the names of the people he did it with. He’s still paranoid to this day that he’s impregnated someone in his reckless actions, but it’s not like he can remember if it happened.
History;;
If you ever wanted to learn more about Julian, then most anyone who knew him would either bid you good luck or tell you not to bother. This is because there’s nothing he does remember about it - the effect his ability has on him has long since erased half of his memories as it slowly strips him of his personality. There’s few things he remembers nowadays - you could ask him to go get you something from the store and he’d come back empty handed with a girl by his side.
The memory most vividly burned into his mind is the first time he took a beating. A few boys were harassing Emilia, and he’d finally figured out where they were (thanks to a little flirting with a couple of people). In the end, he’d managed to get them to back off, but not before he got a cut on his lip and a nasty gash on his back that needed stitches. Though, with all honesty, he wasn’t really expecting them to have knives. To this day, he still looks out for Emmy, no matter how much she reminds him that she’s only 2 years younger than him.
As of the present, however, whatever’s left of his memory is fixated on the struggle between the three families. As eldest son, his father had raised him to have responsibilities, and despite him not remembering barely any of it, it has still affected his personality. He does remember brief glimpses of talking to his father, but most of them are recent, and slowly slipping from his memory. However, despite it, he refuses to get help as he has a duty to protect his family (and soon run the empire), and he intends to fulfil it.
Ability;;
Lust— Julian is attractive; quite literally. People are sexually aroused and attracted to him, no matter their gender or sexuality. Julian sees it as an independent being, capable of choosing who is attracted to him. It also has a mirrored, albeit weaker effect on him - he is attracted to anyone who is most under the influence of his power.
Limitations;;
Julian cannot stop this power, nor can he control it. It is constantly active, and he has no idea who it will attract, or when. Also, his power’s strength depends on how strong-willed the people around him are. If they’re weak-willed enough, it can cause a catastrophically permanent effect, sometimes causing people to go full-on yandere mode. Finally, on the terms of the mirrored effect it has on him - it can cause trouble in the context that if their influence declines, or there is someone weaker willed than them, Julian can end up being with a completely different person by the end of the night. Another major thing is that his power slowly consumes him, stripping him of his memory and personality, until all that is left is his lust, and a raging pheromone-induced desire for dominance and women.
Extra;;
It’s a tie between Ki Hong Lee, Christopher Larkin, or Thomas Brodie-Sangster <3 (I’m such a girl lol)
Oh, and Julian drives the new Mini convertible. |
52,552 | 1,424 | 5 | 2,758 | 351 | Location: Edmond Residence.
Time: 12:45 P.M.
Interacting With: Johnny + Leah Edmond { Parents }, Devan Edmond { Older Brother } .
It was the first day in 2 weeks since Liatris had last been home, and silence had filled his room as he slowly poked his head out from beneath the wrinkles of his charcoal sheets, looking around his room aimlessly before rolling onto his back. Staring up at the ceiling, Liatris took in the atmosphere of his room and found a foreign feeling which had crept up to his sudden realization. For once in his life, the male had felt relaxation and while it was something common amongst others, this sort of feeling was rather rare for the youngest Edmond. Relaxation had been something he had to take by force from his father (like running away for a good week or two after an infiltration), or often times this state of peace had simply been given as a sort of reward after succeeding in a task being given by his father.
But while peace and relaxation was a sort of foreign concept to the young man, One thing which often stood by his side like another set of siblings was chaos and his old friend, loneliness. Despite the peculiar serenity of silence, Liatris found the feeling of waking up completely alone and unharmed quite relatable to those despicable times of sleeping with a higher up in exchange for secrets to give to his father. The ‘givers’ slept with him for the night, and sometimes left by morning to attend business with whoever the more powerful connections may be. The only difference about this current situation was that he slept with no one however, and Liatris was in his own bed. Huh, another weird feeling that he was in his own bed. Liatris had been used to being pampered by others, even if it was just for one night, just the thought of that alone made him feel disappointed in his current location: Home. The male slowly crawled out of his bed--Releasing a groan as he walked out his room in his briefs to take a trip to the bathroom down the hall. In the process, the young Edmond caught the scent of breakfast still lingering in the air as noises echoed from downstairs. He sneered to himself with quick satisfaction, before walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Whenever Liatris was home, he often avoided any sort of conversation with his father. For starters and being a typical late-teen; He found Johnny’s pestering behavior of business first quite irritating in the morning. Especially when Liatris’ role required actual, physical attention. Nonetheless he never ceased to do as he was told in silence and the male made his way into the kitchen, walking down each step of the stairs with his own heavy steps. One could assume that Liatris was deliberately stomping to make his presence known, he wanted whoever was home to give him their attention no matter how small. Another assumption could also be that he probably wanted to piss off his parents for stomping unnecessarily, or he himself was being a brat over something in particular that was important to him personally. The voices drew louder as Liatris came closer to the end of the stairs, and stopped.
A gasp was heard. “Well if it isn’t one of our lovely boys~” His mother purred as she sat down in a seat. Liatris merely sneered in response quietly as he stood, leaning his arm against the wall as he continued to stand at the end of the stairs, eyeing his family. “Morning, kiddo.” His father piped up, piercing over his shoulder as his back leaned against the counter. “Look at that, no bruises & bitemarks, and finally back from his little vacation….Gonna join us?” He nodded his head as an invitation to the conversation and Liatris, still silent, approached his mother, seeing waffle stacks behind her and grabbing the plate. “Morning mom.” He grinned, before looking at his older brother, Devan. “Big brother~” He said in an amused tone, not yet acknowledging his father quite completely.
And here comes the trouble.
The silent bitch fit.
Liatris poured syrup onto his waffles, adding a bunch of sweets such as 2 scoops of ice cream, and whip cream with some chocolate syrup as well. He handed each condiment to his father in order to have him put it back instead and leaned over the counter on his elbow, beginning to eat his late breakfast as he listened in on this ‘meeting’ quietly.
“Now, there are roses to be discovered and obtained. But they aren’t necessarily… Whattya call it… Ordinary roses.”
Liatris had already been aware of these ‘roses’ but little was known about them. What exactly was special about this plant? His father continued.. “No--These are roses which could somehow enhance our abilities--Special people like us.” The man eyed his wife and sons. “And to think if we get our very hands on these roses, we’d rise up to the top!” Johnny chuckled, placing both hands over the counter of the table. “Little is known about it, but I expect you all to get what you can.” Johnny said, before he eyed Liatris.
Liatris picked at his waffles in silence. So… These were indeed special roses. But for what? At that moment, it was only then that Liatris could see Johnny gaze over his direction from the corner of his eye. For Liatris, he simply had no choice--He was to comply and the male continued to ignore Johnny’s words of more business, and roses, and power--To Liatris. It was all foolish greed, an endless pit of hunger to be on top. What’s next? Johnny Edmond for president? It nearly disgusted him in a sense.
“Liatris, My boy.. You have a powerful face, and a powerful mind. Now think of what that face can DO..” Johnny lit up a cigar, inhaling the toxins and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke deliberately in the face of Liatris as a way to annoy his own son and get his attention. Liatris instantly looked back at Devan, his older brother. “Hmm.. Must be ringing in my ears--So, How’s life Devan?” He asked, blowing the smoke clear from his face as he grinned. Nonetheless his father continued, ”..Especially.. To women.” He said, slowly looking at his son from the corner of his eyes. It was clear Liatris was exasperated, choking on a chunk of his food before he wiped his mouth with a napkin--glaring at his father and licking his lips from the sweetness of his breakfast. Johnny’s face had lightened up as soon as he received his son’s full attention, his smile seemed warm and kind--A smile Liatris inherited as well which was actually a wicked one and Johnny casually chuckled at his son’s astonished look, flicking the cigar his way. “Now you see where i’m going, Secrets kiddo. By all means, do what it takes--Especially about--”
“I’m sorry you were speaking?” Liatris interrupted, tossing his napkin at Johnny and shoving his breakfast aside. “Remember who brought this family up ‘by all means’.” Snorted Liatris in a threatening tone, as he was implying his brother and he, himself. Liatris knew his father wasn’t serious about using him to sleep with women, however just having Johnny imply things like that, ticked Liatris off and he walked away irritably. Johnny had won this round, and Liatris went into his room to change, deciding that it was best to go out. | Liatris Edmond
” It is absurd to divide people into good and bad, People are either charming or tedious. ” – Oscar Wilde
Name;;
Liatris Leon Edmond
Nickname;;
Reaver, Leilani, Brat, etc.
Age;;
19
Gender;;
Male
Sexuality;;
Homosexual all the way.
Relationship Status;;
Single, he doesn’t mind trying out that ‘commitment’ thing.
Role;;
Youngest Edmond Son
Appearance;;
Liatris in appearance appears a bit more feminine and softer than the average male, and without a doubt he does in fact tend to his appearance on looking as soft and androgynous as possible. For starters, Liatris stands at 5"5, pretty short for a male but he doesn't necessarily despise his height. In fact he adores it and finds it quite convenient when he feels the need to crossdress. He has fluffy curly hair that people tend to have the sudden urge to tussle, and to take body figure further, his figure is fairly dainty but he does have some muscle in him. Liatris is also fair skinned with some rosy cheeks and red lips to go with his fluffy hair and smooth skin. His particular style ranges. If he’s ‘normal’ he has no style at all in particular. However if he crossdresses, he is very particular about what he wears. Nymphet fashion would be the general idea of how he dresses as a female which mixes in some girly fashion with vintage fashion, a basic concept of it really. But just cause Liatris adores crossdressing, doesn’t mean his mindset is fixated on being a woman or believing he is one however. He just simply adores womens clothing more than men's and its also more ‘fun’ in his opinion. The only scars he has would be located on his fingers from playing a knife game called ‘Five Finger Fillet’. He now regrets being the rascal he was when he was younger and causing himself these scars for fun due to the fact that he finds them ‘undesirable’ and ‘not perfect’ when he crossdresses.
Likes;;
♥ Sweets
♥ Female clothing / Crossdressing
♥ Sex, You best believe he’s the type to jump into a strangers car without hesitation while knowing potential consequences.
♥ Stealing from others despite being an Edmond
♥ Reading, surprisingly. Old literature, poetry, comics, even children books. As long as it’s something to read, he really doesn’t mind doing something like this in his free time.
♥ Attention/Being spoiled & pampered, he’s that attention whore and also that spoiled brat.
♥ He fancies the expensive stuff. Or the ‘luxuries’ in life.
♥ Throwing shade at others before they throw it back at him. He fancies people who manage to throw rudeness back at him.
♥ Rollerskating
♥ Rowing. He finds it fun to do.
Dislikes;;
→ Being the fucking stuck-up prince he is, He dislikes lesser brands or ‘poorer things’ below his usual high standards.
→ Not getting his way or what he wants unless convinced to not cause a shit storm. This goes to smaller, trivial terms such as: if he doesn’t get those louboutins or some bullshit. Other than that he won’t complain if he can’t get ‘That guy from the other mafia in bed’ or something along those lines that would be considered important to not fuck shit up.
→ The smell of wine absolutely bothers him.
→ People who talk a lot. Sure he adores attention, but who the hell wants to hear your vent if he didn’t ask?
→ Competition.
→ People who bite their nails
→ Anyone who preaches to him about god more than five times in 120 seconds.
Hobbies;;
♥ Crossdressing
♥ Reading
♥ Adventuring around town. Be it movies, shopping, whatever comes up in mind.
♥ Checking out other men. But then again, it’s not really a hobby.
Habits;;
→ He rubs his nose or sniffles if he feels bored, or craves/draw attention.
→ Plays with his fingers to show nervousness or awkwardness.
→ Head tilt to the left indicates you’ve lost his interest, he’s tired, or simply doesn’t care enough. Head tilt to right indicates you have his full attention. Like a dog really.
→ He’s very touchy-feely. He’ll openly hug a person he has just met or keep snuggling onto their arm. It fits his amiable front, but usually though he tends to snuggle the arm of those he trusts or every so often have this sudden impulse to bother them rather lovingly.
Fears;;
→ The dark, surprisingly.
→ Abandonment
Personality;;
♦ Jolly ♦ Impish ♦ Observant ♦ Cunning ♦
Be it the good days or the bad, The youngest Edmond son expresses a sort of exuberant behavior that tends to be a warm welcome for new relations to trust almost immediately. You may not reveal personal matters yet, but often times in the first meeting alone theres just this sense of underlying security when speaking to Liatris. He is a person whom you can speak to, vent about trivial matters, and within the week and a few consecutive conversations, reveal the darkest secrets as a way to relieve yourself--Or maybe just the tip of the iceberg. How he acts is what attracts the people around him. His eccentric behavior which is often underestimated to be ulterior motives is disturbingly mistaken as kindness towards newcomers and this foolish behavior is merely just an act to pin others down and play a game. Once he's got you into his trap, he is determined to slowly break you under your very nose. He is cunning, and playing a part that is lesser known to be the 'bad guy' is what attracts his desired prey. If you become a target to Liatris' game, have you noticed anything abruptly strange which you cannot put your finger on? Bad luck perhaps? A loss of money? A pool of dead men by the Edmonds? Perhaps it was this fresh relationship with Liatris/'Leilani'? No, because he gives off a 'lover not a fighter' vibe. And how does Liatris necessarily cause trouble under the noses of others? It's the relationship he builds off and the vibe which he demonstrates. No one is able to point a finger on Liatris no matter what underlying conflict will appear despite being the 'newest in depth relationship' with his said target, and it shows just how chaotically slick he is. He will comfort you in the conflict -his family has- caused, and act just as surprised as you. Then once the task is done, he is sure to disappear again, and move on to his next target.
But while displaying a sort of joyous and loving behavior which entices -or entraps- his prey, to those who has survived his game or keenly knew someone who was in the game, or in some way just knows Liatris--Whatever it may be; Then this behavior comes off more amused than kind. The perfect way to describe this 'fun and loving behavior' can only be seen as 'Theatrical' in the eyes of someone who is truly aware of Liatris or games like his and as a result, this causes Liatris to probably be the most hated Edmond perhaps. This fact does not mean he is known -as he is elusive-, but definitely the most hated after his father due to his nature of being manipulative and even a pathological liar. No matter what corner you manage to trap Liatris in, it's rare to get the truth out of him at all as he either dances around it or flat out continues his charade and some predict that his twisted mind of playing games will indeed lead to his death one day. In fact Liatris is so used to being the manipulative informant in the family that in his free time from having a specific target, he enjoys putting people in chaotic situations. This impish nature outside of work is what strains him from creating any genuine or lasting bonds. But those who do manage to stay and understand him, surprisingly gain the same respect back. Not in the same manner, but he will indeed display a sort of affectionate gratitude for putting up with his shit.
Playing a 'game' with others gives Liatris a sense of superiority which he enjoys. However if the game comes back at him and he's the one who had been underhanded instead, it amuses him even more. However, when provoked, he quickly puts his opponent in their place by simply proving his superiority without actually beating the other person. Liatris also has a sort of inferiority-superiority complex if you will, having insecurities and internal conflict here and there inside while acting high and mighty towards others. While conflicts may happen, Liatris tends to stay out of it in a way and play his role to the end until the Edmonds believe they have control over the situation. He is observant with people, and thus will do anything to get what he wants or if it's a family situation ; Will do anything to achieve what they want to achieve. The fact that he mostly lives to serve for the family is what can be see as conflicting in another's point of view since he is the youngest son, but Liatris does not seem to mind. He is aware of the concept that he is being used but has this sort of undying loyalty he can't shake off.
Ability;;
Liatris has the ability to manipulate the memories of others, However he doesn't consider his ability as an actual power thats 'cool' in his opinion. In terms of manipulating memories, Liatris can manifest them openly or privately, and alter them to a certain degree. When Liatris is looking through the memories of others, nothing can describe it any easier than saying it's like a movie when he digs through the mind of another. But it usually depends on the person and the complexity of their mind or their character, Their mental palace can be a movie theatre with film titles, a library with books, multiple doors, or even a stressful office full of individual files -which he has never encountered but will despise-. Everyone has their own 'mental palace' as he states so it's unpredictable to get a hold of one single memory if the target is unwilling to give it, thus he relies on trickery and wit for the user to at least tip him off. However sometimes that one piece of memory often represents what he wants if the user is strong enough to not tip him off. Example if he wishes to know where a lost dog is or something and his target refuses to tell to which he travels into their mind palace of memories, a book about dogs or a door with claws will indicate what he is looking for. He can see almost everything, But it's mostly key points in their lives or things that have created the character they are today.
The male is also capable to try and restore a certain memory, however it strains him physically since he finds it harder to obtain a blurred memory than simply alter them. This usually takes verbal commanding to guide Liatris to recreate the memory the person seeks, and usually if the memory created closely resembles the original memory it gets easier and memories which fit the memory being created will appear, to which it's a happy ending for the person.
If rushed however or stressed, Liatris can even 'accidentally' place himself in the memory or point of view of others to feel what they felt or think what they were thinking at the time, however he can't do it when he pleases.
Limitations;;
Memories are fragile, and Liatris is aware of that. One thing Liatris cannot absolutely do is take a memory away permanently, Like said he could only alter it to some degree. If he does take a memory away, it's only temporary to say the least and the person can try to remember it at will somehow. No matter what, there will always be a sort of trigger to make sense of the original memory. Another thing would be the mental complexity of the people he may encounter. If they have a strong will to keep him out, it is indeed possible to fight against his powers. They can hide the memory, disguise it however they please (more books if it's a library, papers scattered if its a office, etc), even trick Liatris into thinking that the memory being given is the memory he wants as he can confuse them in any way. A downfall of manipulating memories itself takes a toll on his own mental strength somewhat; They can be overwhelming to bear sometimes and he himself can only remember so much that it causes him to forget certain ones or information being given within that memory from an hour to a few days even ; Unless he actively tries to remember what was witnessed and observed mentally or physically. Physical contact is also a must, and very rarely can Liatris do it without physical contact or with eye contact alone.
I figured as he gets older he has more proper control and skill over his powers. Like some BBC Sherlock shit.
History;;
Growing up, Liatris was the spoiled brat out of his siblings. Whatever he wanted, he got it on a silver platter within hours or the next day maximum. He appeared more normal than his siblings however, and that was something his father couldn't comprehend exactly. Everyone in the family had powers of some sort that was apparent, but where was Liatris' abilities? He couldn't pick up a car, or pick anything up mentally for that matter. The kid didn't even know how to fly, so how was he an Edmond without abilities? Liatris was fairly late about his abilities but neither parent disgraced him for being the 'normal' Edmond in the family. In fact they seemed to simply adore him even more and develop a sort of stronger protective nature in the meantime, feeling that those with abilities outside their family had the ability to crush their child at any given time so they were always cautious. However, Liatris grew up to favor his mother more than his father--Not that Johnny Edmond did him any wrong it was just something Liatris picked up on for whatever reason it may be.
But while Liatris appeared to be the more 'favorited' one out of his siblings, he was also the more difficult one besides being spoiled which only encouraged his behavior. The youngest Edmond was both the smartest in terms of being cunning and the most devious. Even as a child, while he was popular with children he was rather a a cunning little rascal, tricking the kids into something or striking a deal which made him come out on top. As a child whenever he made friends he loved to lead and reign over the other children, he never picked on the other kids however his snooty and 'i'm better than you' behavior caused him to have a lack of friends, little to none to be exact as he was the type to have a certain 'clique' and leave the other kids out. But even with a clique, It was observed that Liatris was only interested in their toys, or snacks, or whatever a kid adored. The Edmonds felt disappointed in Liatris for being snooty. But it was apparent that perhaps by choice Liatris simply didn't want friends if he had family. And due to this mindset on not being interested in keeping friends besides using them for snacks or toys, this caused Liatris to often read profusely alone whenever he wasn't being a little terror child and sometimes read with one of the parents or both who made time to read to the boy. Liatris gained above average knowledge as a result but that doesn't mean he was an exact genius.
His parents were aware of his manipulative and rather mischievous behavior of course, after the young boy pulled off the most simple stunts or even the most complex stunts, but being disciplined never made Liatris fear them any more. In fact, because they disciplined his behavior it only made him feel more more challenged and determined to get what he wanted or simply see their reactions as to how they put up with his antics. Some would say Liatris' temper in public or during meetings especially with connections was extremely terrible, however his parents would simply reply,'This is nothing.' with ease before putting him in his place and complying to his wishes on joining the meeting or something. Normally when Liatris pulled this sort of stunt, it was often a deliberate way to listen in on whatever negotiations was being made between his parents and some other criminal business. He would play the 'Just a kid here' part and listen in keenly in order to understand how such businesses work before talking about it with his parents rather curiously.
Then age 11 hit, and Liatris discovered his powers in one of his father's meetings with another crime lord who was being punished for crossing Johnny the wrong way. During this time, Liatris was being watched by his mother and the crime lord's wife--Forced to play with their child. "Play the part and keep shut." his mother had whispered to him before their arrival and Liatris simply complied, giving off a innocent vibe who loved to make friends. After a while however he excused himself to go to the bathroom, only to join his father out of curiosity from hearing the yelps of terror coming from another room. The nearby guards had attempted to shoo Liatris away but failed, causing Johnny to stop his meeting--Or for that matter it was more of a 'session'.
"Whaddya want kiddo?" His father peaked through the crack of the door. Liatris leaned in, hearing painful pants coming from a tired man, and seeing a bit of blood splattered on the floor. "I don't like that kid. He's poor, obnoxious, and dumb." he responded. "To bad Liatris, just suck it up for now--Please." the man said with a cough, rushing his son. Liatris glared up at his father with impatience himself and began to throw a fit with himself out of anger. "Fine--I'm telling the guest." he declared. It was only then that the father had pulled the child in as a way to get back to work, and shut his own son up.
Seeing so much blood before his eyes didn't faze Liatris as this very scene was considered 'normal' to him due to his exposure to it from his clinginess with his parents. The victim had been brutally beaten by the hands of his own father and he seemed to refuse snitching on who he had been working for the whole time. His attempt to bring down the Edmonds and be a 'somebody' was a failed one, and Liatris merely sat on a chair near the fireplace quietly. Each hit bruising the man, merely causing him to flinch here and there. Before long, his father turned to the fireplace, wiping his knuckles as a cigarette was served to him and he proceeded to speak angrily about the case involving the man. Going over the details, and bringing together the pieces to lead up to an idea which the crime lord refused to admit.
Liatris stood from his seat and walked closer around his father's victim with silence as he heard his father's shouting. Circling, the boy couldn't tell if the man was truly dead or still alive until he stretched a trembling hand out to touch the man's head and pick it up as a way to face him. "Liatris, stay away from him." His father's voice boomed, causing the boy to flinch. However when Liatris turned around the setting had changed, and it seemed as though he was in the last memory which stuck out to the man while being beaten and interrogated by his father. Of course Liatris didn't know at the time, he explored this specific memory the man had been thinking of and began to fret within that memory in confusion. Who were these people? A plan to bring down Johnny and be the new head? What on earth was going on? Liatris became overwhelmed with emotion as he observed the memory. No one was talking to him, he was like a ghost. Then things went black and he felt like he was being kidnapped suddenly. He was in the position of the man before he had gotten here, and from what Liatris assumed the man had been here for no more than a day before his wife was invited for a 'play date'. The memory had ended from when he was kidnapped and Liatris suddenly came back into the world of reality, shouting uncontrollably in his father's arms. Johnny lulled the boy calm as he held him tightly and tousled his hair. From that night on Johnny became aware of Liatris' powers and the next day had explained what had happened. It seemed as though Liatris had also somehow manifested the memory he was in which helped his father but he was still in shock due to placing himself in the point of view of the man at the time he was being kidnapped.
To keep things short, Johnny had helped Liatris be more focused and in control of his power. At 16, Liatris was actually sent on tasks to deceive and obtain information by force from anybody who had seemed to antagonize his father. Missions like these tend to cloud his father's judgement sometimes; One minute he'd be worried about his son--however moving on to the next he'd be determined that his pawn would win. And with such a mindset, Liatris himself even went as far as to offer up sex on the table in order to play the part well and receive good intel. He sold his body, in return for secrets be it by force or trickery.
Extra;;
→ Keanu Reeves... And Harrison Ford.
→ After days of searching for the 'perfect' female FC which had similar traits to Ezra Miller face wise, I finally decided to give up and settled on Liv Tyler as Liatris's crossdressing appearance and mixed it in with imaginative thoughts such as having more of Ezra Miller's facial features as well as fluffy hair. Bear with me please. Also, extra.
He shall later on. Or perhaps head-canonically he does when he's older ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
→ Liatris was named after flowers his mother adored.
→ He adores tattoos, however isn't allowed to have them due to being a sort of infiltrator at times. Piercing, tattoos, scars, or anything else which may cause a mark on his skin is forbidden for Liatris personally. Having such would lead him to be exposed much more quicker, and because of his father's greed they simply can't risk scarring or tampering with Liatris' skin any further. It was bad enough he was punished for having scarred fingers from five finger fillet. But often times these were overlooked by his victims as 'unimportant to actually remember' as they were to drawn to how he acted and 'loved'.
→ He enjoys entertaining himself the 'old fashioned' way or making a game of something around him. Be it from rubiks cubes, building blocks, doing origami, etc. He was always known to be imaginative and make use of his free time productively when sex and business wasn't around to take up his time. But due to the fact that he doesn't have that much 'free-time' as there always seems to be something he has to do (not that he ever seems to complain), he finds the little things rather interesting. |
52,553 | 1,424 | 6 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Location: Edmond Residence.
Time: 12:45 P.M.
Interacting With: Johnny + Leah Edmond { Parents }, Liatris Edmond { Younger Brother }
Devan was listening in on the half meeting, half breakfast ordeal. While Devan preferred to do this in a more discreet quarters, it couldn't be helped. He wasn't going to go against his father's wishes- rather, demands. It was the usual, about the 'roses'. The pills. Pills which would enhance your 'gifts' to limitless degrees. Before his father could dive it any more intricate details, his brother Liatris graced their presence. The same smirk plastered on his face, and the same aura as always.
Liatris looked at their mother and greeted her, and then him, ignoring their father. It was to be expected, their relationship was pretty strained. Devan couldn't exactly pinpoint where it all went wrong, but most likely at his father's not so subtle attempt to get him back to the 'straight side' of things. Devan didn't really mind, Liatris could choose to do what he wants.
“Big brother~”
“Liatris, hey there.” he replied, giving a wave with his fork still in hand.
His father began talking about the significance of the roses. Devan himself knew about it alot, most likely since he is the oldest and was present in these meetings himself. The subject then changed to Liatris' prowess and mind. Devan actually agreed that his brother should take over as head instead in his mind, he sincerely thinks that he isn't well suited to lead the family in the future.
“You see dad, Liatris is way more suited that I am to inherit this 'business' of ours.”
He subtly glanced over at his father's reaction, only to see him light a cigarette. Again the suggestion being lightly dusted away. Devan lightly sighed, putting a forkful of waffles on his face. After doing so he got up and walked to the other side of the table, next to Liatris, to grab the syrup that was by his side.
“Hmm.. Must be ringing in my ears--So, How’s life Devan?”
Liatris spoke up, purposefully ignoring their father once again as he went onto his spiel. Devan stifled his chuckle, and whilst next to his brother began tousling his hair, a bright smile forming on his face.
“I'm fine, just the normal daily training. This 'gift' of mine is a pain in the ass sometimes haha.” He replied, still tousling his younger brother's hair “Dad lighten up, left him do what he wants. He's still helping us out alot afterall.”
Devan began lazily walking back to his chair and plastered the syrup over his now cold-ish waffles. Whilst cutting of a piece of his waffle, now drowned in syrup his brother spoke up once again,
“Remember who brought this family up ‘by all means’.”
Liatris said, visibly annoyed pushing away his breakfast and walking away. Devan closed his eyes and sighed once more, he had hoped that this breakfast would actually bring them a bit closer in their odd and estranged relationship. He looked at his mother, Leah, with pleading eyes. With an annoyed smile he began telling his father off, and how they should leave business out of the breakfast table from now on.
Devan got up once more, and caught up to Liatris, catching him by the shoulder,
“Hey, hey, dad didn't mean it...” he said, trailing off lightly, “Come for the next breakfast, mom already told dad off to leave business of the breakfast table, it'll be fun! Promise!” Devan gave him a light smile once more, before turning back and walking to the table. Plopping down once more to irritably eat his now even colder waffles. | ”In a world built on violence, one must be a revolutionary before a pacifist.” –A.J. Muste
Name;;
Devan Anders Edmond
Nickname;;
Devan prefers to be called Anders to anyone who he does not know well.
He is called 'Hawk's Eye,' by some individuals because of his prowess with guns.
Age;;
23
Gender;;
Male
Sexuality;;
Heterosexual
Relationship Status;;
Single
Role;;
Oldest son of the Edmond family
Appearance;;
He stands at average of 5'8, a bit taller than his father. He prefers to dress in a loose and unfitting manner for a mafiaso, usually donning a suit with a hanging tie. His hair is also left in a tangled mess, much to the dismay of his parents. His only fixed his attire on important social events for his family, at the behest of his mother.
He also wears a necklace, a wooden carving with words etched inside when opened, not many know what's inside, and Devan would keep it that way. He also wears a few rings around his hands, mostly with grey tints. Has a silver tinted earring on his left ear, and a small tattoo of a clover on his left hand.
Likes;;
Socialising.
Honesty.
Integrity.
Techonology.
Crude, or bad jokes/puns.
Supernatural/Occult stuff.
Snow.
Dislikes;;
Anyone disrespecting his family members. (Doesn't care if it's him.)
People who talk/interrupt over others.
Individuals who have no clue about gun control.
Pride.
Being tricked.
Unnecessary murder.
People who smoke next to other people.
Hobbies;;
Honing his marksmanship, he spends a lot of time in the gun range. In tangent with his powers, makes a deadly combination.
Hand to hand practice, given his father's powers, he had been forced to train with his father just in case he get's disarmed.
Has a collection of bullets in his room that he expands everyday.
Habits;;
Skipping stones when he's thinking.
Fixing his clothes when nervous.
Tapping his hand on any surface whilst listening to someone.
Fears;;
Ironically, heights.
His family dying.
Personality;;
♦ Clever ♦ Narcassist ♦ Insightful ♦ Naive ♦
Usually found with a goofy smile/grin on his face to those that know him. Devan is narcassistic to a certain degree, taking longer than normal to stare at himself in the mirror. He gives off a lazy vibe to those around him because of how he dresses and carries himself, however this isn't true as he is very focused on his goals. He is also careless to an extent, even borderline clumsy when he's not focusing on what he does as he likes to let his mind wander. His insightfulness stems from his powers, with his father advising him to observe people, as Devan can easily do it, and so he can pick out miniscule details from a scene, even having photgraphic memory. His Naivety stems fromt he fact that he believes some things does not need bloodshed, and thinks the 'families' fighting one another is tasteless and unnecessary, however continues fighting for his family.
He also has a talent for marksmanship, luckily matching his power of 'Mind's Eye'. His talent was found when he was younger, at about thirteen years old, where he easily hit a target a great distance away. Since then he's had a certain love for marksmanship and guns in particular, even starting a bullet collection, growing to a respectable degree.
He has a switch, when he's called to do... less than savoury things, his eyes dim to a lifeless color, doing his job as efficiently and quickly as possible. This side of his personality was developed to help cope with the things his family does.
Ability;;
Mind's Eye or 360 Kinectic Vision.
Devan has the power to see in every direction surrounding him. There is almost none that can sneak behind him without him noticing.
Limitations;;
Sensory overload, if Devan absorbs too much information from all around him, it causes nosebleeding in overuse and may even cause migraines or even falling unconscious in extreme cases.
History;;
At a young age his father had always told him all about his 'gift' and how lucky he was to have the power he has. There was always a high expectation for him, because of his talent and powers. He was rigorously trained by his father in CQC, and also visited the gun range in the early ages of life. He was said to 'inherit' his family, although he personally thinks the job would be better down by his younger brother.
One of the earliest incedents in his childhood that springs up in his mind is the first time he overused his power. He was out in a forest, his father training him to use his powers, but unfortunately pushed him too hard. His father ordered him to expand his vision farther than usual, a little bit farther than normal. The bright array of colors and light all flooded to his mind, and everything went dark. There was too much information for his brain to process at that given time and he was hospitallized for a few weeks, his mother strongly reprimanding his father for his 'pushing.'
Although his father trained him, and was generally callous, he knew that it was for the good of the family, rather than him alone. He wanted to strengthen the family, for when any danger arrives. Devan had made it his goal to protect his own family, but still believes that he's not fit to lead it. During the recent years of the 'drug' that the three families have been fighting about, he knew his father was right, and he set out to help his family in any way possible.
In his honest opinion, he believes the war between families avoidable and redundant and seeks to find a more 'peaceful' way to settle conflicts, much to his naivety, but when he needs to, gets the job done. He will never let his family members know his view of things.
Extra;;
Tom Cruise on American Psycho or Anthony Hopkins on Silence of the Lamb. (Both gave me chills mate.) |
52,554 | 1,425 | 0 | 2,033 | 9,300 | The Keeper of the Keys
The town was buzzing like a zubat hive. Everywhere he looked people dashed around putting up banners and streamers, engaging in the mindless pomp and ceremony that precluded any town's Biggest Day of the Year. Even inside the normally quiet and relaxed shops, shopkeepers rotated their wares and scrubbed their windows preparing for the big day. In every window, on every banner "Start your Summer Adventure at Sanctuary"
A lot of towns had a ritual to set off budding Pokemon trainers... Lo Town’s was just a little more commercial designed to revive a town that’s off beat location left it perpetually on the brink of financial collapse. You wouldn’t know it today… the town gleamed in the dawn sunlight.
Ken couldn’t help it… he smiled a broad smile under his big bushy white moustache. He remembered his own big day. The day he had caught his first ever Pokemon Kaisa, right here in this little town, over 50 years ago. She had been a Spearow then. He remembered his father’s face as Ken had turned with the pokeball clutched in his hand. The tears of pride in his father's eyes, how his father had rushed to hug both him and his own faithful Hypno (without whom Kaisa could never have been caught). A bond that would link all four of them forevermore
As if in answer to his nostalgia Kaisa swooped past him diving under a half erected banner making an elderly man on a ladder wobble dangerously. He swore loudly turning angrily to shake his fist but he swallowed his anger as he met Ken’s eyes.
“Mornin keeper” he growled with enforced civility.
“Sorry bout that Mo. You know how they get today”. grinned Ken, unable to keep his face level
Mo’s face broke into a wide smile looking fondly down at his own Growlithe happily chasing it’s own tail.
“Aye, that I do”
They remembered it too, he knew it. The day they had found each other!
It was the only explanation for why everyone got so excited on this particular day. He watched Kaisa swoop and roll in the distance, her loud cawing cry echoing through the village. He had travelled the world with Kaisa at his side. He had won the Indigo League with her at his side , cried as she fell still fighting to Karen's Gengar's savage Night Shade. Finally he had retired here with her as Keeper of the Keys.... back to where it all began!
It was a good life! Even though he had no real purpose beyond a famous figurehead; even if he was, technically, defender of the sanctuary. He snorted. Who would try and rob the Sanctuary? There hadn’t been an attempt since its fouding. It was so safe he’d even retired some of his own Pokemon in there.
Nope he opened and shut the doors each day, signed a few autographs and in return he got a nice little cottage on the outskirts of town and enough money to keep his belly growing. Contentedly he rattled the keys in his hand. It was a good day.
_______________________________________
Elder Jona was not having a good day. She had a million things to do, her sciatica was playing up and Elder Bloody Algenon had forgotten to arrange collection of the Bloody PokeGears from Saffron City.
“You’re a cretin Algy, a half wit and a fool, how could you forget the PokeGears and why In Ho-Oh’s name are you smiling?”
The old man’s incredibly lined face was crinkled in a wide smile, seemingly impervious to her rage, as he watched his ancient Rattata trying to climb up one of the banner poles to nibble at the fresh rope holding the sign.
“It’s just a wonderful day, isn’t it?”
She gave a half strangled roar of frustration catching the arm of his daughter as she hurried past
“Daisy dear, go into Danny’s copy shop and get him to knock out 50 official looking PokeGear Vouchers. I’ll ring the store- they’ll just have to collect from Saffron.”
She strode over to the Registration table where Elder Priscilla and Elder Robert were snoozing gently in the morning sun. She resisted the urge to wake them with a loud slap to each cheek. They would have a long day ahead.
Grimly she taped a big notice detailing the rules and regulations to the table and stepped back to read them one more time.
1. This event is for first time trainers only. Trainers must present their new registration with the Pokemon League to be entered.
2. Only 1 pokeball can be brought into the Sanctuary… yes we do check.
3. All trainers must be accompanied by a parent or guardian who in turn may bring 1 Pokemon.
This event was typically a generational affair but there was always one who tried to sneak an extra pokeball in.... in ways that stunned her limited knowledge of Biology.
She couldn’t help it, even as her own Chansey, reached up to hold her hand she smiled. That buffoon Algy was right it was a wonderful day! | Name: Raynard Richelieu 'Ray'
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:
You'd be forgiven for thinking this 5'5" lazy guy is in fact, a girl. He doesn't really do much to dissuade this fact, with his surprisingly fashionable sense and a bit of makeup he looks pretty much exactly like one. He even goes a bit out of his way to do so, given he is not masculine in the slightest. He has naturally effeminate features, with extremely long blond hair that falls to his waist. He has a dainty, fairly frail body, though it's clear he does at least take some care of his physical health and is fairly agile on his feet.
He can often be seen sucking on some sort of hard candy.
Personality: On the surface? Lackadaisical and generally a bit of a lazy free loader with a thirst for adventure and travel, hardly ever staying in one place for long. He's a fairly friendly sort, and can typically get along well with most people given they aren't irredeemable jackasses.
Even so, he himself has a bit of a problem forming long-lasting emotional bonds with people and always seems to distance himself from those around him, hardly staying in one place for more than a few days at a time. Often, he spends more days flying on the back of his trusted Pidgeot.
Seems he might be into some shady stuff? Who knows. Seems like he has a lot of shady friends, at least.
History:
The middle child of the Richelieu family, and the one who often got caught in the middle of the disputes between his younger and older sisters. He himself, didn't have much of a history to note when growing up, he simply went along with whatever his sisters were doing, which perhaps resulted in him picking up a few girlish traits in the process though he doesn't particularly see much of a problem with this.
When he was sixteen, he left on his pokemon journey with a Pidgey he had befriended one day and a pocket full of change and a backpack of a few supplies. Just upped and left one day with a note and a brief goodbye to Lisette, promising to drop by occasionally. His first trip through Kanto was a little more than both interesting and at times, dangerous since he was so ill prepared, but in the end he had visited all the cities, and moved on to Johto a much more powerful and a bit more learned trainer.
After that, he headed off to Hoenn after a brief stop home and hasn't looked back since.
Pidgeot: Quill
Female
Highest Move known: Tail Wind
Creator: Please don't use without permission.
Pokemon being used in the Sanctuary: (will not be essential later in the story
Pokemon to be caught:
Brief Description:
Notable RP backstory (for anything they do that we might want to remember):
Creator: |
52,555 | 1,425 | 1 | 2,390 | 249 | Kaleo Sima || 10 || Lo Town, Sanctuary || None || Elder Robert and Priscilla
"...Kaleo.."
"..."
"...it's time to get up."
"..."
"You do want to get your first Pokemon, right?"
That seemed to be enough to get the pale child to rouse from his slumber and sit up. Sporting a pretty silly bedhead along with a dopey look on his face, Thahn smiled faintly and clapped a hand on the boy's shoulder before standing up from his hotel bed and proceeding to get ready for the big day ahead of them. They had rented out a hotel and bought new suitcases just for this event. Kaleo was going out on his own and starting his pokemon journey. And while Thahn was still a bit nervous about letting his mute grandson venture out on his own, he knew that the boy would get through it; heck he was Alto and Kanon's son for crying out loud!
While tightening the low ponytail that kept his white locks tame, Thahn stole a glance at Kaleo, who was brushing his teeth, and Hana, who was attempting to mimic him. The former didn't look much too excited about this new journey that awaited him and that was to be expected. He was never the type to let his face show how he felt...and that was fine, but maybe a little bit of excitement would have been nice? This would be his second time paying for such a thing...
"Hey Kaleo?" Thahn waited for the brown haired boy to look over. "Are you excited to get your first pokemon?" He then questioned, tilting his head curiously to see what he had to say.
Said boy stared blankly at his grandfather, toothbrush still in his mouth. He appeared to be thinking for a few seconds before shrugging his shoulders and going back to brushing his teeth. Hana decided he would play translator and let out a series of cries, with Kaleo nodding in agreement before spitting into the sink.
.
..
...
....Thahn could never understand those two when they were together...
The three hurried and got dressed, followed by breakfast and repacking Kaleo's things. An hour after they had originally woken up, three were already outside, rushing to catch the bus they pre-ordered tickets for. Even upon exiting the hotel, the were multiple crowds of people in the front lobby, all trying to get the attention of the two women panicking behind the front desk. Thahn truly felt back for just just leaving without assisting in anyway, but they had to get going or else they would have a longer line waiting for them at the Sanctuary. Through quick reflexes, having Kaleo hold Hana, and him hold Kaleo's hand, they were out in no time.
Thahn had expected outside the hotel to be a little less crowded, but it ended up being far worse. Tidal waves of people and pokemon could be seen wherever he looked. Thahn could have sworn he forgot what the ground looked like as he hoisted Kaleo up in the air and carried him and Hana to the bus stop, just barely making it and getting seats in the far back of the bus. Despite still renting a hotel, they were still pretty far away from the Sanctuary, and Thahn wasn't planning on tiring out his grandson before his journey even started.
The bus ride itself was fairly long, or at least it felt long due to all the rowdy kids and pokemon crammed into one place. Thahn could see Kaleo staring at everyone's rowdy behavior, and behind the stone cold face, he was able to see a bit of confusion. Maybe because of how happy everyone seemed about the event? No, probably because most of them weren't getting a pokemon, why would they be excited about others doing so? Thahn chose to keep quiet once he saw Kaleo reach into his backpack and pull out a book. He couldn't help but smile.
Taking their first steps toward the sanctuary, Kaleo and Thahn were met with the sight of a rather long line, followed by a girl with long black hair running past them.
"Huh...children these days." The man sighed as he smoothed back his hair and looked down at the Kaleo. "Let's get in line why don't we?" He questioned before receiving a simple nod in response.
The three waited patiently in line, watching most get through without a hitch and a few being sent away. When it was finally their turn, they were greeted with a rather old man and woman manning the front desk.
"Welcome to Lo Town home of the Official Pokemon Sanctuary. We’re so glad you’ve chosen us as the place to begin your Pokemon journey. Can you confirm if you’ve pre registered?" The man questioned. Both Kaleo and Thahn nod, the former continuing to stare at the old man while the later gave a polite smile.
"Can I have your official Pokemon registration card please?" The question was directed to Thahn, but instead of complying, said man looked back at his grandson who was holding out his own ID card; Thahn had gave it him earlier, since Kaleo was much better in terms of not forgetting things than he was. The man at the front desk appeared to be only a little bit confused as he took the card from the child and a Pokedex from the woman next to him. Thahn had seen the process being done before, checking if the child has already or seen any pokemon while registered into a different pokedex, but for Kaleo the is was only something that he had read in journals and books about Sanctuary registration. The boy unconsciously stepped closer to get a better look at how the Pokedex was able to do such a thing before flinching backwards in surprise when the Pokedex began to speak up.
“Welcome Kaleo. You’ve caught 0 pokemon, you’ve seen 0 pokemon.” It took everything in Thahn to hold back a chuckle as he patted the young boy's head.
"Well thank you Kaleo. You’ll be the 19th to enter the Sanctuary. Now finally to lock in your spot and claim your goody bag including your very own pokedex and a voucher for some brand new pokegear we need you to sign this form.” The old man moved to form towards them to read, and without a moment wasted, Kaleo took the form and began reading through it, teal eyes almost becoming a blur as he finished reading everything in two minutes. He looked up at his grandfather and nodded slowly in confirmation before handing the form to said man so that he could sign.
It was clear that the old man at the desk wasn't expecting the child to do most of the work in terms of registration, but it was true. It was all Kaleo who signed up, read all the forms, made sure he had everything himself and so on. The only thing he's sure Kaleo needed help with was his signature and actually catching the pokemon, two things that were no sweat for Thahn.
“Thank you so much. Please note we’re holding a little party up at the Sanctuary tonight with a special talk by former Indigo League Champion and our very own Keeper of the Keys. Ken Adams. More details in your goody bag.” The man at the desk hummed before taking what looked like a goody bag and and the Pokedex, and handed it over to Kaleo, who took with a blank stare. “Congratulations, your very own Pokemon adventure is about to begin.”
And with that, all they had to do was wait. They still had a while to go, and Thahn was a bit worried that Kaleo would get bored and want to go back home, but it seemed like the boy was occupied with the pokedex, so he should be fine until it was his turn. | Name:
Kaleo Sima
Age:
10
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Kaleo is a short and petite boy, who stands around four feet and four inches tall, with short wavy brown hair, sharp teal eyes and surprisingly pale skin from staying inside all of the time. Regardless of the weather, Kaleo wears a teal colored jack with a white shirt underneath, gray pants, dark brown boots, and a black backpack that holds his small notepad and books to read.
Hometown:
Cerulean City
Pokedollars:
1000
Items:
None
Personality:
Kaleo is a very reserved mute boy with a face made of stone. Most see him as emotionless, as even getting a laugh out of him is strenuous to borderline impossible. Around strangers, Kaleo is distant, his mind usually being elsewhere to avoid being asked anything. He can be very antisocial and shy among most people and Pokemon. However, once he begins to warm up to you, Kaleo is a sweet, kind, and extremely gentle young boy who would stick to you like white on rice. While not as brave as he wishes he could be, Kaleo does hold a wise air about him, despite his age. He's rather smart when it comes to Pokemon, however, since he doesn't spend much time outside, Kaleo has yet to see most of the Pokemon he already has information on, leading to the boy cowering in fear at the sight of their much large real life forms...
Ambition:
In all honesty, Kaleo would much prefer to stay home and just read some books, but his grandparents ultimately had to beg and plead for the boy to at least think about obtaining his first pokemon. After reading a bit more into it, Kaleo realized how much he could really do once he got his first pokemon. He knew he had a drive to learn how to take care of himself and take of others, so his main goals for this adventure would definitely be to understand what it means to be a battler as well as a breeder who can tend to pokemon when they are in need, the two things that defined his parents for him. Kaleo wants to be like both of his parents so that the other is represented within him, but is obviously conflicted since he doesn't know which one he likes more; he's more or less doing everything so that his parents can be proud of him when they come back.
Hero:
Kaleo looks up greatly to his parents. Despite note being able to meet them, he's heard plenty of stories from his grandparents on the feats that they've accomplished. His mother was a pokemon breeder who became a nomadic traveler that helped those in need whenever she saw they needed it. His father, however, was more into battling, and even challenged the league after acquiring all of the gym badges. Kaleo nor his grandparents have any idea what happened to his parents. They could be out there, or might as well be dead. Kaleo looks up to them regardless and wants to be like the both of the when he grows up.
Appearance:
Thahn is a tall old man in his early sixties with long white hair tied in a low ponytail, light brown eyes,
pale wrinkled skin, and a small white beard. He often wears a simple white t-shirt with dark pants and shoes.
Having almost an obsession with gardening, Thahn always has on a hunter green gardening apron with darker pockets.
Background:
Thahn grew up in Cerulean City, watching as the world went by. He was never the strongest child out there, so he often resorted to other activities like drawing and reading to satisfy his needs. It wasn't until his mother encouraged him to come and garden with her that Thahn found his true passion. While he did enjoy pokemon and their company, he knew battling was not for him. Day after day, week after week, Thahn would spent his time, and evidently the rest of his life, gardening. He met plenty of pokemon that would stumble into his parents garden and play with them before heading back inside. This garden is also where he caught his lifelong friend Hana the Oddish (now Bellossom).
Fast forward a few years to when Thahn has his son, or Kaleo's father, Alto. Alto had to be the exact opposite of Thahn, as all he wanted to do was go out and battle pokemon. Not battle WITH pokemon, but physically attack them. Luckily, he was also a very weak child and could never do much against the small pokemon that would come by his garden. Thahn noted Alto's resolve to be a trainer and battle other pokemon, that he helped his son catch his first pokemon in the very same garden that he caught Hana. Once he was old enough, Alto went out on his own journey, leaving Thahn and his wife back at home.
The days without Alto had been slow and quiet, while the ones where he had come back to visit and tell stories of his adventures had been filled with excitement and joy. One of those days in particular showed Thahn how much of a man Alto had become. He brought home a girl with absolutely stunning teal eyes, brown hair and tan skin; her name was Kanon. Thahn knew right off the bat that they would stay with each other forever, and to this day, he still believes in that statement.
It was a bit of a shock, when the next thing he hears about Alto is through letter and in the form of a mere toddler handing it to him. Kaleo, only being a few years old was supposedly abandoned by Alto and Kanon, but Thahn knew better. Instead of asking, Thahn took the child in, one that was much more like him than Alto was. He stayed inside all the time, never spoke and read books all day until he passed out. He was a strange child indeed, one that Thahn vowed to keep safe until he was old enough to go out into the world just like Alto did.
Pokemon:
As stated in the background, Thahn pokemon of choice is Hana the Bellossom. Kaleo absolutely adores the small flower pokemon and would do anything to keep it safe. Hana would often try to get Kaleo up and about instead of reading all the time, and Kaleo almost always falls for it. Whenever the later is sad, Hana gives as many cuddles as possible until he feels better. Hana basically acts like an older sibling to Kaleo.
Nickname:
Hoshi
Species:
Cleffa
Health:
100%
No Status Conditions
Highest Level Move:
Magical Leaf
Gender:
Male
Ability:
Magic Guard: Prevents pokemon from getting hit by indirect attacks
Personality:
Hoshi is a rather bubbly and bold Cleffa, one that isn't really afraid of people and most of the time would actively try to get their attention. He loves battling, and will o anything to get into the fray, but knows when it's time to be serious. Very loving and is always oriented to those that give him attention.
Backstory:
Cleffa wasn't always sunshine and flowers when he first came to the sanctuary. Only just been brought in, the pokemon was extremely fragile; no one could touch him without feeling the immense trembling radiated from him. After a bit of investigating, it was believed that Cleffa's original home was abusive towards him and those in the house. It took several months for the Cleffa to look at humans, let alone become who is now. |
52,556 | 1,425 | 2 | 2,091 | 3,318 | Perri GuthrieLo Town - Pokemon Sanctuary - Early Morning - Interacting With: Elder Robert and Elder Priscilla
Perri stretched a bit as he extended his two arms up to the sky, giving a smile so bright to the horizon that it made the morning sky look drab in comparison. He managed to stifle a yawn while standing smack dab near the beginning of the line. Saying that they were early was basically an understatement as the teen placed on hand on his hip and stretched his arm in the same direction a his other hand. This earned him a few strange stares but nothing worth noting to him.
"You look plenty excited."
Perri proceeded to reverse his stretch, now going in the direction the voice came from. Perri tilted his head his eyes twinkling with excitement as he eyed his old man who was struggling to stifle a yawn himself, all the while Lumino was nervously peering from behind the bearded behemoth. "Heh, and why wouldn't I be," the boy jovially shot back, closing his eyes as he beamed brightly at his grizzled looking father. "I finally get to go one a grandeur adventure, just like you an ma," he excitingly answered. It was like he was a kid who got the whole candy store to himself.
"I get to see new horizons, experience new things," he exclaimed, wrapping his arm around his fathers shoulder and pulling him close as he continued his overly dramatic dialogue. "... meet new people, discover more things about myself, experience heartbreaks," this was where the mood he set began to change. Now he was definitely getting a few more stares than usual.
"... partake in drama, tension, and romance," Perri struck a pose, pressing a fist against his heart as he held his other arm out away from his body (and his father). All his fingers on the free hand with spread out in a rhythmic manner. As the performer held fervently onto his position, he leaned his head back just a little to look at the shrinking violet that was their Roserade.
As soon as Lumino met his gaze, Perri smiled warmly at it and began jutting his chin out a bit, urging him to join in. He shook his flowery head, but grinned softly back at the boy, as if to enable this... overblown behavior. Even his father didn't seem all that perturbed by it all, and just rolled his eyes as his son continued his over the top actions.
"Action, excitement," he drummed up, almost instantly switching poses as he placed one hand onto his thigh, bent the leg his hand was connected with, and held his palm outward on his other hand, slowly moving it around.
"To go where no man has g-"
"How many reruns of Star Trek did you watch last night?" The same, familiar gruff but relaxed voice popped in, resulting in Perri suddenly ending his speech. Turning his head around, the rest of his body remained solid as a statue, but not as tense or rigid as one might presume. "H-huh, I don't know what you mean," he coyly replied, impishly smiling at his dad as his eyes darted away, as if to dodge the point.
The man sighed crossing his arms as he gave his son 'The Stare,' furrowing his brows while leaving his lips completely flat. Along with that, he made sure to make sure his gaze was icy and piercing, just like his wife's as he continued glaring down his son.
Slowly but surely, Perri started breaking away from his unusual poses, toning it down a notch as he began melding back into what many would presume to be the "normal" way of standing... well, as normal as it could get for someone like him. Brushing away his white hair and moving his goggles out of the way, he exposed his other eye as he met his fathers.
"Uh, just a couple of episodes," he tapped his finger on the side of his hip, lingering on the last word for what felt like a couple of seconds. The man just sighed, pressing his cheeks together with one hand... and just shook his head; he knew what a "couple" meant in this case.
"I will never understand how you have so much friggin' energy kid," he grumbled, looking down at his son who was just beaming brightly back at him.
"Hehehe, love ya too dad,~" Perri's smile increased exponentially, displaying his full pearly whites as he closed his eyes as well, as if to add on to the whole cutesy act.
Suddenly, something broke the sanctity of this whole situation as an eruption broke forth ahead of the trio, causing the shorter pokemon to recoil back behind Blake. The older man turned to eye where the situation was, frowning as one of his eyebrows shot up. Perri, on the other hand, poked his head out to the side, his seemingly flat expression filled with some life as the recesses of his lips curled upwards.
What he saw was a cute girl upfront!... with a limited amount of vocabulary to boot.
He was honestly hard-pressed to waltz up and just mess around with her to see how she would react... though it probably not the best of ideas to pop into his head since she probably had a bit of experience under her belt, judging by the pokeballs she was carrying...
The whole act seemed to go on for what felt like a minute, but it was nevertheless interesting to see such a peculiar interaction... until blam! The climax, the peak of this whole shebang! Perri mouthed a nice as he watched a Fearow land from the skies above, keeping his eyes completely focused on the act... even more interesting was when the pokemon slapped the ball away like it was nothing! Now that's one way to make a hell of an impression!
... setting himself back, Perri was unexpectedly quiet at the spectacle as the crowds either laughed or jeered at the girls expense. A hand was spread across his face, obscuring part of his cheek... and then Perri smiled and chuckled.
Other than that little spectacle really weren't any other interesting sights to note of from Perri's view, other than the distinct soon-to-be-trainers waiting in line. He smiled at the sight of each one, rapping his index finger against his cheek as he studied each of them; he could only seldom glimpse at how they might act, based on-
A tap on his shoulders snapped him out of his trance as he whipped his head to see what was up. Perri glanced over at his dad who was pointing forward, signifying that they were next in line. Giggling that he went off into la la land, Perri pressed on forward towards the registration desk.
"Welcome to Lo Town home of the Official Pokemon Sanctuary. We’re so glad you’ve chosen us as the place to begin your Pokemon journey. Can you confirm if you’ve preregistered," the man politely question, prompting Perri to haughtily throw his white hair obscuring his eyes back (despite it not doing much) and set his hand on his hip. "Why yes indeed! We've got the cards, forms, everything y'might need," he beamed brightly, a glint in his eye suggesting something else as Blake began fishing through his pockets, along with the Roserade slowly waddling behind Perri.
"... soooooooooooo," he slowly dragged out, pressing a hand on the table and one arm on the back of his hip as he leaned forward; his upbeat attitude didn't seem all that infectious as he began questioning the duo.
"That was a pretty amazing spectacle up there," he praised, his smile growing ever more wider the more he talked and heard his dad look through his pockets and bag, questioning the location of the card. "Such style, grace, and finesse! Tell me, tell me - how might I try to mimic the way that Fearow landed? I mean, I can't just grow wings and all, but it would be pretty friggin' cool," he mused to them both, carefully scanning both their faces. They seemed... semi-taken back by his approach, so it mildly worked.
Before they could even get a word in on Perri, he was at it again. "Ooh, ooh, or how much calcium do I have to ingest over my life to just smack a pokeball away liiike," Perri suddenly backed away a bit, removing his hand from the table as he clenched his hand into a fist. Instantly, he made a popping sound with his lips, spreading his fingers out like a blooming flower.
"Actually, how common i-"
"Perri, that's enough," a stern voice suddenly cut through, ending the young mans tyranny of talking over the clearly exasperated Elder's. This however caused the young man to gleefully turn around and continue his (mostly) unending smile... but he could tell something was off, as evidenced by 'The Stare.' Pouting, Perri's lip trembled a bit as he looked at his dad. "What did I do father? Asking questions isn't pr-"
"Perri, the registration card."
"Hmm? I haven't th-," one glance behind the line was all it took for him to realize that most of the other people waiting were getting impatient with the holdup... which was understandable since this whole spiel was probably reaching the mile mark of how long that one girl acted towards the Elder's.
Sighing dejectedly, Perri retrieved the card from his pocket, dancing it between his fingers as he weakly smiled at his dad. "Here you go daddy dearest.~"
"Why don't you hand it over to them," he nonchalantly spoke up, jutting his chin out as he pointed a finger out through his crossed arms.
"Huuuuuh, but isn't that supposed to be your job?" Perri tilted his head quizzically, earning him another one of his dads stares. "Fine, fine, have it your way," he playfully stuck his tongue out at his dad, waving him off dramatically as he swiftly handed over the registration card.
"... lazy ass," Blake mumbled, smiling just a tinge as the pokedex began scanning over the card, making sure that Perri hadn't caught any pokemon yet. He was mostly relaxed, tapping his foot in a rhythmic manner while humming a tune; his cheery attitude was still intact... though, at the expense of some others.
“Welcome Perri. You’ve caught 0 pokemon, you’ve seen 0 pokemon.”
That droll voice suddenly spoke up, causing Perri just to recoil a bit when it happened. Of course, afterwords, he chuckled victoriously, giving a thumbs up to his dad, who tiredly returned his sons enthusiasm with his own thumbs up. One of the Elder's just rolled their eyes at the action before continuing the whole orientation.
"Well thank you Perri. You’ll be the 3rd to enter the Sanctuary. Now finally to lock in your spot and claim your goody bag including your very own pokedex and a voucher for some brand new pokegear we need you to sign this form.” Elder Robert slid forward the pieces of paper that they would have to read through and a pen... but of course, who usually read through all this junk now a days?
Taking the pen, Perri began twirling it around for two seconds before tightly grasping at it and holding it towards his dad. The bear of a man raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what game he was trying to get at.
After a few seconds of staring at his son, he constantly noticed Perri peering behind him, his right hand fidgeting as it tapped the side of his hip. Hmm.
Blake quickly snatched the pen from his hand and stepped forward. Both him and Perri took their time, reading it a fast as they could, Lumino, still behind Perri, jumped up and down to watch what they were both doing. Of course, in the midst of the second page, the teen whispered something to his dad which resulted in a shrug from the bearded man.
Skimming through the rest, Blake quickly signed off the form before handing it back to the Elder's. With than confirmation, both nodded before smiling at the duo. “Thank you so much. Please note we’re holding a little party up at the Sanctuary tonight with a special talk by former Indigo League Champion and our very own Keeper of the Keys. Ken Adams. More details in your goody bag.”
The older man then retrieved what looked to be a quaint little goody bag, along with a pokedex. Perri quickly scooped the two things up, attempting to twirl the Pokedex before fumbling up and nearly dropping the Pokedex onto the ground. He chuckled nervously as the two shook their heads a bit, reciting the final line of this whole orientation.
“Congratulations, your very own Pokemon adventure is about to begin.”
With that all said and done, the duo broke away from the line, telling the two Elder's thanks before moving on; Lumino managed to chirp up his own thanks, as diminutive as it was. As the group walked away, there were exasperated grumblings and myriads of people shaking their head, thankful that that spiel was over with.
"After six delay years, this is all how it begins, eh," he laughed softly to himself, counting by all the years he missed getting here by drawing motions in the air. His dad remained silent, letting his son get more of his enthusiasm out of his system. Pressing a thumb against his chin, Perri sighed as he stared down at the ground.
"Well, guess it's better late than never, wouldn't ya say," he asked to no one in particular, lost in thoughts.
"Yeah, and kiddo, looks like all our overtime paid off," the gruff man laughed heartily, adjusting his glasses as he placed an arm on Perri's shoulder. "Dunno how y'still have so much energy after all those nights... and then there's school too, yeesh..."
"Heheh, yeah that is true," he thought, staring down into a patch of dirt that was surrounded by the sea of grass. "I'll miss workin' at the PokeMart, but still," the boy clenched his fist, as if denying the nostalgia of the scene.
"New horizons are open t'me now! Sure, I might of closed one door, but another one has opened, one with nearly limitless possibilities," he held his finger up, trying to strike an almost mature pose as he furrowed his eyebrows and frowned a bit.
"So, I'll keep looking forward, gotcha," he shouted, waggling his finger before giggling and breaking out of his frown.
"Just don't forget to talk to us every so often; your mom and I would love to hear about your exploits down the road."
The boy beamed brightly, bobbing his head down in a nod. "Will do!" | Perri Guthrie
"Heya cutie, what's up?~"
Basic Information
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Standing at a straight six feet and nothing more, Perri is a rather tall individual and it doesn't look like he's getting any taller. His physique, from the looks of it seems to be fairly slender; along with that his visage does seem to lean a bit on feminine. However, from the only set of skin being displayed on his shoulders and arms, he does look to take care of himself... even more so when you get down to the athletic body. You can thank his dad for the yoga and dance lessons for his flexibility and small amounts of muscle... though he does take care to run early in the mornings as well.
Moving on, his complexion is basically fair, with nothing special to make it stand out. His face seems to be in almost a circular shape, if you ignore how the part around his mandible starts to curve down sharply. His wild, unkempt, naturally white hair is actually more of a style as opposed to being lazy and not combing it in the morning since there's a method to his madness. Finally, Perri's eyes are a cerulean hue, just like his fathers.
For clothing, well... Perri almost always manages to find a piece of clothing that looks peculiar to the point where it might stand out, mainly looking for anything that is a shade of purple. The jacket he wears above looks rather strange with a distinct lack of sleeves for his shoulders. The jacket displays numerous amounts of lines which form to make a triangle on the front and the back of his body. However, the part that sticks out the most to him is the white hood which looks to barely be attached to the jacket. Perri just ignores it, mainly in the fact that it matches his hair. The jacket was also a part of a set as displayed by the pants and the purple portions streaking off the sides.
Aside from the set, the other portions of clothing included are - a black sleeveless turtleneck, some white gauze which seems to be more for style than actually covering up wounds, some black gloves, black shoes, and his bicolored goggles.
Birthplace:
Saffron City
Current Hometown:
Celadon City
Personal Information
Personality:
The easiest way to describe Perri at just one glance is that he is outrageously outgoing with a mischievous and playful attitude to boot... heck, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that his default personality is constantly set on flirty.
For the most part, he seems to act like the kind of guy who would throw caution to the wind and it shows for half of the stuff he likes doing. For starters, he loves trying to tease people and get them flustered in the process, vehemently pursuing that path until he is successful. And once he is? He attempts to find a different way to mess around with them. Still, there's more silver-lining to him than trying to toy with other people.
Despite it all, he does try to come off as an affable person in the best way he can, despite his somewhat unruly nature. More or less, everything is all in good fun for him; hurting people is not always on his agenda unless he really has to. Regardless, when it comes to his friends feelings and messing around, he is a bit dense and callous, per say. Perri will most likely push a person to their limits without even realizing it and the only way to get him to end those shenanigans is a genuine, somewhat irked stop to his face. He'll get the issue and back off... well, at least for the while.
Along with that, he tries to come off as cool, collected, and confident when approaching other people. So far he has only gotten the latter nailed down, with the former two's mileage varying. For the latter, he always approaches a task with his trademark smile, ready to tackle it down!... as long as it is within his capabilities. For the former, well, he does seem to act a bit flamboyant and as if the limelight is constantly shining on him. Putting a finger to his lips, winking, or ending his sentences in a playful, if not sing song voice is par for the course.
Even with these parts of him, Perri is a dedicated person and when he does focus on something and takes it seriously, he will focus and take it seriously. No flair, no cutesy stuff, just pure undulated resolve... well, sometimes he'll act with flair, but that's not the point. The list of things he takes seriously ranges from yoga, dancing, running, and that's currently about it. Despite this all, Perri is also very much open to trying new things; hell, he might even find a new interest that he can dedicate himself to aside from the current trio! I mean, it does help with what he wants to make himself out to be, right?
So yeah, despite his ups and downs, Perri is just an over the top guy who likes trying out new things, acts a bit stereotypically girlish to some extent and acts somewhat callous when it comes to some peoples emotions, who wants to make some friends!
Ambition:
Despite how strange it would be to undertake a journey like this, Perri aspires to be a screenwriter... or author... or actor... yeah, he honestly is a bit unsure of which of these paths to undertake. Honestly, getting out of the house with a clear head should give him a better idea, and heck, maybe he might change his professions! While he does have a nigh insatiable thirst to see most of the world (since he's kinda only seen bits and pieces), there is another reason he wants to go around.
While these are his ambitions, Perri is open to trying out new things; like, for example, when living in Hearthome City, his dad showed him his inspiration for becoming a dance and yoga instructor - the Contest Hall. From the spectacle he saw, Perri was pretty enamored with the prospect of performing on that stage (despite how terrifying it probably was to him), or taking on gyms to challenge the league after his mom relived her exploits in Kalos. Trying to participate in a Pokeathalon in Johto (dance, yoga, and running, whoo!), surfing across Alola, the list goes on.
Hmm... now that he has the chance, maybe he could challenge the Indigo League... now that would be a pretty fun prospect.~
Hero:
If he would have to choose a role model, it would have to be the actor Connie Leblanc. Honestly, Perri doesn't understand how the man does what he does, fitting into different roles in different movies, but it's honestly such a cool thing. One second he's the protagonist of the movie "The Aura Within," and next he plays a slapstick hilarious and bumbling antagonist in "Off Beat, Own Tempo." Honestly, the man is just a talented genius and one of his inspirations for going out and trying a whole bunch of new things.
The last time Perri heard of him, he was at a movie shoot in Kanto as a secondary character. Fingers crossed that he can get the guys autograph! That would be so friggin' bad ass!
Inventory Information
Pokedollars:
$1000
Items:
N/A
Basic Information - Starter Pokemon
Nickname:
Sissi
Species:
Scyther
Gender:
Female
Health:
100%
Ability:
Technician - Increases power of moves with 60 base power or less by 50%.
Highest Level Move:
Focus Energy
Personal Information - Starter Pokemon
Personality:
For the most part, Scyther seems to be a rather closed off and stubborn individual, a personality that seemingly mocks and scorns Perri's... if not for her other traits. She enjoys acting tough around other pokemon, if not only to survive but to appear cool and badass to the point where she seemingly ends up driving other pokemon off from time to time... which sucks for her a lot.
Like Perri, she seems to conduct herself with a certain amount of flair both outside and in battles, and enjoys showing off a lot. This leads her to looking a little bit like a tryhard in the process, but still, that makes her mesh even more with Perri!
Along with that, she does try to act motherly when she can, though for the most part it's keeping a pokemon safe and nourishing them back to full health. Sure, they'll just run off in terror afterwards and sure they're a free meal, but... but she isn't just hungry at the moment, ok?! Jeez...
Backstory:
Scyther seems to be pretty old, but in truth, she's probably just a little bit older than most pokemon around the sanctuary. She does recall the day she came there after hunting some pokemon. The bug decided she liked the placed, shrugged and made her home in the sanctuary. Honestly, she's actually quite enjoyed the place and the variety of pokemon and have never left... unless it's to go out hunting. Strangely enough, she refuses to fight and eat any of the pokemon in the sanctuary... it's rather strange.
However, for the most part, her life has been a somewhat lonely one, trying to show off, driving pokemon away from her "territory." Hell, she's pretty sure an Elekid wandered in trying to fight her! No reason to, just went in and blam. Scyther honestly kind of hates it and as of late, has been considering on returning to the wilds outside the sanctuary.
Parent InformationBlake Guthrie
Parent(s) or Guardian(s) Appearance:
Perri's father is a behemoth of a man, towering over his son himself at an immense height of six feet and five inches; tall enough to give a Ursaring a run for its money! His bright cerulean eyes have dulled as he has gotten older and he seems to have a super casual appearance. The man looks to be in his late thirties and has a inquisitive look on his face at all times. He can typically be seen with glasses set on his face, a gray sweatshirt with some equally bland workout pants and some black running shoes.
Along with that, his father sports broad shoulders and has a bit of muscle sticking out here and there. His face is very, very unshaven with his short, messy black beard contrasting his tightly wounded white hair; it looks like he dyed it that color, judging by the black roots at the midst of his hair. Blake also seems to contrast his son a bit, having a subdued, laid-back demeanor.
Parent(s) or Guardian (s) Backstory:
Perri's father isn't exactly a Kanto native, judging by his mannerisms and pokemon of choice. Instead, he hails from the region of Sinnoh; a quaint place filled with legends of space and time, the usual gyms... and contests!
Unlike his son, Blake started his journey at the humble age of eleven and was quite the cocky little fire cracker back then. It wouldn't hurt to say that he was a little bit like his future son, but for now lets forget that. Like most boys from Jublife City, he had one simple goal - be the very best and beat the pokemon league! There were many squabbles over who was the best...
Regardless, on one faithful day, all the children were prepped and ready to go on their journey with their parents accompanying them for a bit as they assisted their children in catching their first pokemon... and it turns out most of the boys were going for Shinx's, including Blake.
Of course, what he didn't expect was to overshoot his pokeball and accidentally caught a resting Budew. While he didn't want the pokemon at first, his parents insisted on him keeping it... at much to his chagrin, he did. Due to his sour mood, he honestly didn't think of very many positive nicknames for it, but after some well needed assistance from his parents (and identifying the gender, of course), they all went with the name Lumino.
Eventually, it was time to say good byes and they all left their parents behind, some with tears in their eyes. Blake traveled with a large clique of friends, which ensured not a whole lot of trouble would ensure, other than the occasional older trainer or pokemon...
... fast forwarding a few months, the lot of them were stronger and tougher, just like their pokemon! Some even grew a bit, physically and mentally, but that's not important right now. What is important is that during this time the whole group had arrived in Hearthome City, two gym badges in tow and ready to challenge the gym leader.
A few of Blake's friends dragged him along to the contest hall, hoping to see some performances... what they got, instead was a chance to end up participating in a pokemon contest with other people! They all entered the contest in hopes of earning the clothes and chance at participating! They even peer pressured Blake into signing up...
Lo and behold, Blake ended up being the one to star in it all, much to is irritation. He was just thinking of flunking it all as they pampered him up and as he practiced for his performance...
... what he got instead was second place and looking as if he had the time of his life. Sure, he wouldn't forget that day as he was interested in coming back there... but that time in his life caused a bit of an internal revolution. His enthusiasm dwindled bit by bit as he challenged each of the gyms, always thinking about the contest hall, always yearning a bit to go back for more.
... so it was no surprise when Blake was one of the first few people to be eliminated in the tournament for becoming the champion. His friends noted that he wasn't as downtrodden as they thought he would be. Weird...
While none of them ended up making it to the champion, much less the elite four, they had a huge blast and came to terms with themselves. Some came to the conclusion that they would want to pursue another profession while a few others kept clinging on to that dream of becoming champion... but Blake?
As his life went on, Blake went on to become a performer at the Hearthome Contest Hall when he was older, but never rose up to fame like many of the other stars. This didn't deject him as later on he would find other hobbies as well and eventually came to open a dance/yoga studio in Hearthome.
When he grew older, he became more curious about the world as well outside of Sinnoh and decided to pack up all he could grab, began studying how to speak a different language and moved to Kalos. It was honestly a whole culture shock when he arrived, bewildered and amazed... probably a bit pissed that he didn't visit sooner.
While it did take some time, Blake eventually reopened up his dance/yoga studio and caught the eye of a young pupil - a serious business woman who seemed to be a bit younger than him. Eventually, said pupil had to stop visiting during the day, but came in for much more private lessons. Eventually things grew intimate and within a few months it was obvious she was pregnant with the soon to be Perri. They were quickly wed afterwards.
During the pregnancy, the company had Blake's wife, Giselle relocate to another region. Packing his bags up once again, the duo and their soon to be child moved to Kanto. After going through the process before, Blake was able to reopen his studio (again) and began performing the same things as he did in Kalos and in Sinnoh.
Eventually, while living in Saffron City, the family finally brought their third member into the world - Perri. Going on maternity leave, the duo did their best to raise their child during this time before Giselle would eventually have to return to work. They ensured that during this time he would grow up to be a strong boy they could be proud of.
And as it turns out, they got what they bargained for... and probably a lot more.
At first, Perri seemed a little quiet and distant... until he got his first friend. It was honestly really surprising to see him turn into a firecracker during these years, especially after what the duo saw; Blake and Giselle wondered if he was somehow drinking their coffee in the morning...
Regardless, Blake continued living his life with his wife and child... until down the road they had to ship out of Saffron City when their son was five. From here on out, they were months on end, changing regions as if they were going out of style. Their stay ranged from six months to a year. And with the constant switching between region, Blake noticed something with their son. Call it intuition, but he felt the boy might not being growing up the proper way he needed.
Blake was afraid there might be some disconnect with their child and talked it over with Giselle over getting a permanent stay in one region... or at least a stay that would allow their child to properly mature and grow with other kids.
At the age of thirteen, Perri and his parents were relocated to Celadon. And within those few months, Blake learned his wife had gotten a well earned promotion. However, she was required to stay in Saffron City, which pained both the parents. It would be easier to pack up shop, but Blake and Giselle sort of felt this would be better for their son. Promising to visit them every weekend, she took off back to working, staying true to her promise.
On all three ends, the trio began to develop healthy friendships. Perri had began losing that part of him Blake had noticed and was thankful for it as he began to spend time with his own newfound friends. Though, there was a sneaking suspicion on his part that there was still something off...
Regardless, after three years and no moving, Blake decided it was not only good enough for Perri to start his pokemon journey, but it had been wa-a-a-ay too long for this. Working together, Blake and Perri managed to learn about Lo Town, a quaint place not too far from here. While Blake was disappointed that it was on a day his wife couldn't come home, Perri seemed ecstatic.
After talking it over with Giselle, Blake signed Perri up for this excursion.
... and so starts a new end... and yet, the start of a new beginning.
Family Pokemon:
Lumino - Roserade - Male - Natural Cure
His father's pokemon, Lumino is very, very close with Perri to the point where Perri teases his mom about Lumino functioning as his "mom." Despite this all, the pokemon seems to be only comfortable around his partner, Blake, and his family... but if left alone around anyone else, the Roserade just might shrink back a bit. Along with that, he sort of functions as the mascot of Blake's dance/yoga studio. Used to dance around with Perri when younger, but not so much anymore.
Sometimes helps around the house, assisting Perri, Blake, or Giselle whenever they need help. |
52,557 | 1,425 | 3 | 2,033 | 9,300 | Lisette
The girl whirls round at your words and your playful throw hits her square in the chest. She glares at you, her gaze intense and calculating. In that moment she seems to weigh you up and find you inferior all in the same breath, her nose upturning and lip curling in the slightest sneer, even as your height forces her to look up at you.
Despite any emotions you feel about her arrogance, you can't help but remember that look of fear she had on her face moments before. What could scare someone so ridiculously arrogant.... or who could?
Then she turns her attention to the ball on ground scooping it up and examining it carefully. Your eyes help can't be drawn to it too. The ball is jet black with a silver spike at the top and the longer you look at it the more uneasy you feel. All of a sudden you get the impetus to wipe your throwing hand on your pant leg as if you've just just touched something unclean.
You'd believe the girl had forgotten you'd exist except for the fact that she seems to subtly turn the ball away from you as she examines the inside.
She doesn't seem inclined to talk or show any gratitude for your kindness.... but do you push the issue?
Perri and Kaleo
and eventually Lisette once she's registered
Registration is done and all of a sudden you've got some time to kill. Better open those goody bags!
Unfortunately goody bag seems to be a bit of an overstatement and the bag seems to mainly to consist of vouchers and adverts for the stores in and around Lo Town. Given that you've both received a brand new Pokedex for nothing... well maybe you shouldn't really be complaining... or so you think. Even as you open it up the pokedex introduces itself
"I'm (insert name of pokedex here), a Pokédex gifted to you by Sliph Co (innovation through experimentation)."
It becomes clear pretty quick that this Pokedex is also a free marketing tool.
Desperate you point it at a random Pokemon
(purely an example a....Ponyta. A fire Pokemon (you want fire try Charizard Chilli only at the Pokeshack). As a newborn, it can barely stand. However, through galloping, its legs are made tougher and faster(want to make your Pokemon tougher and faster- get vitamins only at the Pokemon mart).
Irritating as the adverts are it does in every other way function as a Pokedex.
You've also got:
A voucher for a Pokegear- claimable from the saffron city mart
A pokeball with a small s engraved in gold at the top. For use in the Sanctuary.
You shrug and start to look through the pieces of paper covered in advertising. Lucky you did. An itinerary and a map is well worth the trouble
Itinerary for the next two days.(It's short)
12 pm Registration
5pm Sanctuary Soiree (including winner takes all Sanctuary Tourney, a talk by Ken Adams and much much more)
9am- first entrant
So you've got a little bit of time til the next main event and as you look at the map you can see a couple of things to pass the time. There's a couple of talks on basic Pokemon training and breeding including a few introductory talks in the Lo Town library. A few variety shows in the Lo Town Function Room including, oddly enough, a troupe of elderly acrobats (better know as The Golden Years)
Even as you look at the adverts one does catch your eye. Buy a pokeball (200) and get a potion for free (maximum of 3 pokeballs). This seems like a once in a lifetime sort of deal (ooc- it definitely is). You're currently with your guardian so its up to you whether they would pay for it or they would. Either way it's definitely worth a look.
So how will you pass the time? | Name: Raynard Richelieu 'Ray'
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:
You'd be forgiven for thinking this 5'5" lazy guy is in fact, a girl. He doesn't really do much to dissuade this fact, with his surprisingly fashionable sense and a bit of makeup he looks pretty much exactly like one. He even goes a bit out of his way to do so, given he is not masculine in the slightest. He has naturally effeminate features, with extremely long blond hair that falls to his waist. He has a dainty, fairly frail body, though it's clear he does at least take some care of his physical health and is fairly agile on his feet.
He can often be seen sucking on some sort of hard candy.
Personality: On the surface? Lackadaisical and generally a bit of a lazy free loader with a thirst for adventure and travel, hardly ever staying in one place for long. He's a fairly friendly sort, and can typically get along well with most people given they aren't irredeemable jackasses.
Even so, he himself has a bit of a problem forming long-lasting emotional bonds with people and always seems to distance himself from those around him, hardly staying in one place for more than a few days at a time. Often, he spends more days flying on the back of his trusted Pidgeot.
Seems he might be into some shady stuff? Who knows. Seems like he has a lot of shady friends, at least.
History:
The middle child of the Richelieu family, and the one who often got caught in the middle of the disputes between his younger and older sisters. He himself, didn't have much of a history to note when growing up, he simply went along with whatever his sisters were doing, which perhaps resulted in him picking up a few girlish traits in the process though he doesn't particularly see much of a problem with this.
When he was sixteen, he left on his pokemon journey with a Pidgey he had befriended one day and a pocket full of change and a backpack of a few supplies. Just upped and left one day with a note and a brief goodbye to Lisette, promising to drop by occasionally. His first trip through Kanto was a little more than both interesting and at times, dangerous since he was so ill prepared, but in the end he had visited all the cities, and moved on to Johto a much more powerful and a bit more learned trainer.
After that, he headed off to Hoenn after a brief stop home and hasn't looked back since.
Pidgeot: Quill
Female
Highest Move known: Tail Wind
Creator: Please don't use without permission.
Pokemon being used in the Sanctuary: (will not be essential later in the story
Pokemon to be caught:
Brief Description:
Notable RP backstory (for anything they do that we might want to remember):
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52,558 | 1,425 | 4 | 2,033 | 9,300 | ~Lisette~
Well, Lisette certainly wasn't expecting that response. The slight sneer and the upturned nose was one of the things that set Lisette off more than anything. Even so, that look of fear she was wearing earlier caused her some confusion. Perhaps just a rich brat who had just got a taste of what the real world was like? Or something else entirely? More importantly however - was the ball in her hands. The black colored ball was definitely not standard issue. Jet black, with a silver spike at the top of it. She hummed lightly to herself as she observed it. Whatever it was, it seemed...odd. Gave her a bad feeling, and she liked to think she had good instincts.
"You know," Lisette began, resting a hand on her hip, closing one of her eyes in her usual somewhat flirty and overly aggressive seeming manner. "most people would have at least said thanks." She took a step closer to the kid, fixing the girl with a cool gaze as she looked down at her. "I thought I was helping a scared pidgey, but it seems you might be more of a haughty meowth." Lisette sighed in mild disappointment. She liked kids, she really did. Well, anyone younger than her anyways classified as a 'kid' in her books.
"So," She continued. If there was another thing Lisette hated more than anything, it was being ignored. If the kid was simply being a haughty brat, she could handle it. Being ignored like this, though? It was a baaad idea for anyone who knew her. "Ignoring people is bad, you know." Lisette's voice had taken a slightly dangerous tone. "Last guy who did that ended up in the hospital." She gave the girl confident smirk...before promptly thumping her on the forehead. "So are we going to have a problem here...or can I get at least a sincere 'thank you'?"
She wouldn't actually hurt the kid or start a fight with her. No, she wasn't that bad...but well, seeing a girl this arrogant was just bound to give her problems in the future. | Name: Raynard Richelieu 'Ray'
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:
You'd be forgiven for thinking this 5'5" lazy guy is in fact, a girl. He doesn't really do much to dissuade this fact, with his surprisingly fashionable sense and a bit of makeup he looks pretty much exactly like one. He even goes a bit out of his way to do so, given he is not masculine in the slightest. He has naturally effeminate features, with extremely long blond hair that falls to his waist. He has a dainty, fairly frail body, though it's clear he does at least take some care of his physical health and is fairly agile on his feet.
He can often be seen sucking on some sort of hard candy.
Personality: On the surface? Lackadaisical and generally a bit of a lazy free loader with a thirst for adventure and travel, hardly ever staying in one place for long. He's a fairly friendly sort, and can typically get along well with most people given they aren't irredeemable jackasses.
Even so, he himself has a bit of a problem forming long-lasting emotional bonds with people and always seems to distance himself from those around him, hardly staying in one place for more than a few days at a time. Often, he spends more days flying on the back of his trusted Pidgeot.
Seems he might be into some shady stuff? Who knows. Seems like he has a lot of shady friends, at least.
History:
The middle child of the Richelieu family, and the one who often got caught in the middle of the disputes between his younger and older sisters. He himself, didn't have much of a history to note when growing up, he simply went along with whatever his sisters were doing, which perhaps resulted in him picking up a few girlish traits in the process though he doesn't particularly see much of a problem with this.
When he was sixteen, he left on his pokemon journey with a Pidgey he had befriended one day and a pocket full of change and a backpack of a few supplies. Just upped and left one day with a note and a brief goodbye to Lisette, promising to drop by occasionally. His first trip through Kanto was a little more than both interesting and at times, dangerous since he was so ill prepared, but in the end he had visited all the cities, and moved on to Johto a much more powerful and a bit more learned trainer.
After that, he headed off to Hoenn after a brief stop home and hasn't looked back since.
Pidgeot: Quill
Female
Highest Move known: Tail Wind
Creator: Please don't use without permission.
Pokemon being used in the Sanctuary: (will not be essential later in the story
Pokemon to be caught:
Brief Description:
Notable RP backstory (for anything they do that we might want to remember):
Creator: |
52,559 | 1,425 | 5 | 2,033 | 9,300 | Lisette
Your flick lands true, right between her eyes, with a satisfying smack, but oddly enough she doesn't drop the ball or give any verbal show of shock.
Congratulations though, you have succeeded in getting her attention but her movements are very slow and deliberate as she places the ball back in her belt and looks up at you.
Her face is deadpan but her eyes are burning.
"You evidently feel I owe you something"
She casually flips a 20 pokedollar coin so it lands in the dirt at your feet and continues with false sincerity very deliberately looking at your entire outfit
"I can tell times are hard."
She gives you a smile filled with mock sympathy and begins to walk away. | Name: Raynard Richelieu 'Ray'
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:
You'd be forgiven for thinking this 5'5" lazy guy is in fact, a girl. He doesn't really do much to dissuade this fact, with his surprisingly fashionable sense and a bit of makeup he looks pretty much exactly like one. He even goes a bit out of his way to do so, given he is not masculine in the slightest. He has naturally effeminate features, with extremely long blond hair that falls to his waist. He has a dainty, fairly frail body, though it's clear he does at least take some care of his physical health and is fairly agile on his feet.
He can often be seen sucking on some sort of hard candy.
Personality: On the surface? Lackadaisical and generally a bit of a lazy free loader with a thirst for adventure and travel, hardly ever staying in one place for long. He's a fairly friendly sort, and can typically get along well with most people given they aren't irredeemable jackasses.
Even so, he himself has a bit of a problem forming long-lasting emotional bonds with people and always seems to distance himself from those around him, hardly staying in one place for more than a few days at a time. Often, he spends more days flying on the back of his trusted Pidgeot.
Seems he might be into some shady stuff? Who knows. Seems like he has a lot of shady friends, at least.
History:
The middle child of the Richelieu family, and the one who often got caught in the middle of the disputes between his younger and older sisters. He himself, didn't have much of a history to note when growing up, he simply went along with whatever his sisters were doing, which perhaps resulted in him picking up a few girlish traits in the process though he doesn't particularly see much of a problem with this.
When he was sixteen, he left on his pokemon journey with a Pidgey he had befriended one day and a pocket full of change and a backpack of a few supplies. Just upped and left one day with a note and a brief goodbye to Lisette, promising to drop by occasionally. His first trip through Kanto was a little more than both interesting and at times, dangerous since he was so ill prepared, but in the end he had visited all the cities, and moved on to Johto a much more powerful and a bit more learned trainer.
After that, he headed off to Hoenn after a brief stop home and hasn't looked back since.
Pidgeot: Quill
Female
Highest Move known: Tail Wind
Creator: Please don't use without permission.
Pokemon being used in the Sanctuary: (will not be essential later in the story
Pokemon to be caught:
Brief Description:
Notable RP backstory (for anything they do that we might want to remember):
Creator: |
52,560 | 1,425 | 6 | 2,033 | 9,300 | ~Lisette~
This.
Little.
Ungrateful brat.
Lisette's face remained impassive through the rest of the exchange. The only sign of her agitation was her bringing her headphones up from around her neck to her ears. It was clear at least, this girl had no intention of playing friendly...it seemed she'd need to be taught a harsh, rather abrupt lesson one of these days. Still, Yvette would probably yell at her in her usual grumpy way if she caused a scene here and she didn't want to take any longer than she had too.
"Tut," She clicked her tongue in playful displeasure. She watched the kid leave, taking a deep breath before exhaling. "Just remember kiddo...next time I see ya, I'm not going to play so nice." She picked up the twenty dollars, pocketing it for later. No, she wasn't going to be using it...she'd be saving the twenty for a very special occasion. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, kid." She chuckled lightly to herself before heading back towards Yvette at a light jog.
"And where have you been?" Her sister asked as she approached. Whenever Lisette wore her headphones, that meant she was busy trying to ignore people, either because she was annoyed or she just didn't care too much.
"Oh, just...the usual."
"That...concerns me." Yvette replied with a sigh, as the Crobat bolted over to Lisette, nearly tackling her at full speed. Lisette laughed, wrapping the large pokemon in a hug and patting its head.
"Someone's excited to see me. Yvette here ignoring you as usual?" She teased, earning an affirmative chirp from the bat pokemon.
"Traitor." Yvette grumbled. "I...have been standing in line, waiting for you. Unlike you, I've been doing what I'm supposed to be doing."
"And that's why you will get wrinkles early sister."
"Ugh just shut up I'm getting a headache. We're here anyways." With her usual grumble, Yvette approached the table where the registration was taking place, Lisette next to her with Crobat excitedly fluttering near them. Unexpectedly, neither of them appeared nervous. Yvette simply looked done, and Lisette just stood impatiently, headphones over her ears and for the most part ignoring everyone.
“Welcome to Lo Town home of the Official Pokemon Sanctuary. We’re so glad you’ve chosen us as the place to begin your Pokemon journey. Can you confirm if you’ve pre registered?”
"Here." Yvette grumbled out, handing Lisette's registration card to her. "Can we hurry this up? I've got a migraine forming and I really either need some coffee or sleep soon." Lisette took the card quietly, giving Elder Robert a cool, disinterested seeming gaze as she handed it over. She was then of course, handed the usual pokedex which promptly had her ID in it from Priscilla.
“Welcome Lisette Richelieu. You’ve caught 0 pokemon, you’ve seen 0 pokemon.”
"Can we hurry this up, a bit?" Lisette replied with an impatient tap of her foot. "I have other places to be than sitting around waiting on old people."
"Lisette!"
"Tsk. Well, I do. Look on the bright side. As soon as we are don you'll be free of me and you can go get some beauty sleep. Not that it'll help." Yvette breathed in, and then breathed out. Very. Forcefully.
"Just continue." She grumbled.
The process continued, with filling out a few forms. The pink haired girl growing more impatient by the second. She wasn't really much one to like waiting around like this, but she kept her attitude in line...mostly. Lisette grabbed the goodie bag unceremoniously, not particularly showing much respect or particular care for the so called Elders. By the end of it, she had her very own pokedex and of course, the goodie bag. Not that she was very interested in any of those all too much.
"Ugh, I apologize for my sister's attitude." Yvette said. "Not even a thanks...I swear Lisette, you're getting worse."
"Hmph. You forget I still don't really want to be doing this, so I don't really have anything to say 'thanks' for." She said with a huff. "Not that it matters. I'm gonna go get lost or something." She pulled her headphones around her neck and started to walk off. "Don't worry, I'm not going to get into trouble."
With that, Lisette bolted down the street at a swift pace, quickly getting lost in the crowd. Yvette simply sighed, stuffing her hands in her pocket and walking off. First thing first, end that stupid subscription with poke monthly.
After Lisette was far enough away from her sister, she finally slowed to a walk near a building with a bench. She leaned against the wall near the bench, setting the bag on the seat to finally fully inspect the contents of her so called goodie bag. It was...a lot less impressive than it sounded. Which was sort of impressive for a 'goodie bag' since she sort of expected the contents to suck massively. Mostly it consisted of adverts and vouchers for places around Lo Town. Well, jeez. If you're gonna give new trainers something at least make it something useful.
Like the pokedex for example. Even if she wasn't going to be using it - like at all - it was still useful, if even a little. She opened the pokedex, and was immediately greeted by a marketing ploy. Blegh, like she didn't use enough Silph. Co. stuff already since y'know, her dad worked for them. She huffed quietly, pointing it at a pokemon...only to be met with a slew of other advertisements.
"...Tch, it's less of an encyclopedia and more adware." She had half a mind to junk the thing entirely. Who in their right minds thought it'd be a good idea to put advertisements in something like this? She didn't like big companies already, this wasn't going to go well, really. With a sigh, she pocketed it and continued her perusal of the goods. She wouldn't be using the pokedex at all if she could help it.
After that, was a Voucher for a pokegear. Well, the phone would be useful...though she wasn't keen on going back to Saffron. She wanted some distance from the city. As far as she could get, honestly. She couldn't face her gang again...not at least without some chutzpah behind her pokemon. Perhaps she'd save it for another time, then. Wasn't like she didn't have music to listen to. Lastly...was a rather horribly colored pokeball. She glared at it, deciding quite quickly it was one of the most lame looking things she had ever seen.
"Well..." She grumbled. "Today's just a huge mess of bull. They're just in all of this for the money." The promotional adverts, as well as the clause that Lo-Town had a right to use their image on anything even more so should they become famous was just...ridiculous. If she did become famous she'd higher a damn good lawyer or something...well, it was an amusing thought at least. Truthfully...the attention would be nice, if that ever happened.
Still...she really wanted to get on her way already. In fact...she had half a mind to just get into the sanctuary by herself ahead of time, capture her pokemon and then get out. No sense in waiting around with stuff like this. She wasn't keen on sticking around for other festivities anyways. In fact...with Mal's help it might actually be doable tonight while the whole party thing was going on, mightn't it?
Heh.
Now that was a wonderful idea.
A little breaking and entering never hurt anyone, and she wouldn't really be breaking any laws...just speeding things up a little. She'd go scope out the sanctuary a little bit, then. No one would question a prospective applicant taking a look at the outside of the place, admiring it from a distance. Not unless they were just paranoid un-fun people. | Name: Raynard Richelieu 'Ray'
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:
You'd be forgiven for thinking this 5'5" lazy guy is in fact, a girl. He doesn't really do much to dissuade this fact, with his surprisingly fashionable sense and a bit of makeup he looks pretty much exactly like one. He even goes a bit out of his way to do so, given he is not masculine in the slightest. He has naturally effeminate features, with extremely long blond hair that falls to his waist. He has a dainty, fairly frail body, though it's clear he does at least take some care of his physical health and is fairly agile on his feet.
He can often be seen sucking on some sort of hard candy.
Personality: On the surface? Lackadaisical and generally a bit of a lazy free loader with a thirst for adventure and travel, hardly ever staying in one place for long. He's a fairly friendly sort, and can typically get along well with most people given they aren't irredeemable jackasses.
Even so, he himself has a bit of a problem forming long-lasting emotional bonds with people and always seems to distance himself from those around him, hardly staying in one place for more than a few days at a time. Often, he spends more days flying on the back of his trusted Pidgeot.
Seems he might be into some shady stuff? Who knows. Seems like he has a lot of shady friends, at least.
History:
The middle child of the Richelieu family, and the one who often got caught in the middle of the disputes between his younger and older sisters. He himself, didn't have much of a history to note when growing up, he simply went along with whatever his sisters were doing, which perhaps resulted in him picking up a few girlish traits in the process though he doesn't particularly see much of a problem with this.
When he was sixteen, he left on his pokemon journey with a Pidgey he had befriended one day and a pocket full of change and a backpack of a few supplies. Just upped and left one day with a note and a brief goodbye to Lisette, promising to drop by occasionally. His first trip through Kanto was a little more than both interesting and at times, dangerous since he was so ill prepared, but in the end he had visited all the cities, and moved on to Johto a much more powerful and a bit more learned trainer.
After that, he headed off to Hoenn after a brief stop home and hasn't looked back since.
Pidgeot: Quill
Female
Highest Move known: Tail Wind
Creator: Please don't use without permission.
Pokemon being used in the Sanctuary: (will not be essential later in the story
Pokemon to be caught:
Brief Description:
Notable RP backstory (for anything they do that we might want to remember):
Creator: |
52,561 | 1,425 | 7 | 2,390 | 249 | Kaleo Sima || 10 || Lo Town || None || Open
"Okay, you two, I'll be cancelling that subscription nonsense and sitting over there if you need me. You guys go and spend some time looking around, alright?" Kaleo really didn't want to leave his grandfather's side, but he was practically being told to go do something productive. With a shallow nod followed by a slight droop of his head, Kaleo was off to who knows where.
Kaleo opted on moving a little away from the crowded sanctuary, finding a patch of grass were very little people were near. He took said spot as his own and sat on the ground, placing his goodie bag next to him and watching as Hana curiously went through it. While the pokemon was going through it, an idea formed in the boy's head. Slowly, as to not startle the Bellossom, Kaleo pointed his pokedex, named Cleff towards it. Excepting to hear some kind of information come from Cleff, Kaleo leaned forward in anticipation.
"..."
"Bellossom, the Flower Pokemon. A Bellossom grows flowers more beautifully if it has evolved from a smelly Gloom—the more stinky the better. When Bellossom gets exposed to plenty of sunlight, the leaves ringing its body begin to spin around. This Pokémon's dancing is renowned in the southern lands. At night, this Pokémon closes its petals and goes to sleep." Well...that was nice to know. Knowing that the pokedex wouldn't have any other function to amuse him, he placed in his bag for safe keeping and brought his attention to the goodie bag that Hana sorted out for him based off of coolness. First was the voucher for a Pokegear, the pokeball, and then a map. Never had a pokegear, so that was cool, and the pokeball was the very first that he owned, which also made it interesting, and the map was useful. Then there was the itinerary he was probably going to give to his grandfather when they met back up. There was also a pokeball potion deal going on as well. He had quite a lot of time until the next big event, so maybe getting his Pokegear and a pokeball would suffice for a good amount of time spent?
Deeming it a good idea, Kaleo packed everything back into the goodie bag, except for the map and the voucher. Judging by how the map showed it, the walk to Saffron shouldn't be too far. He had never read a map on his own, but he's seen his grandfather do it multiple times before, so it can't be too hard, right?
...
...
...
Boy was he wrong...
He couldn't even get out of Lo Town, and was instead walking in complete circles. Hana followed briskly with a happy smile on its face, probably assuming that they were playing some kind of game. Kaleo, on the other hand, furrowed his brows and let out a sigh to hide the distress on his face. He had already wasted so much time...how was he going to become a pokemon trainer if he can't even read a stupid map!? | Name:
Kaleo Sima
Age:
10
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Kaleo is a short and petite boy, who stands around four feet and four inches tall, with short wavy brown hair, sharp teal eyes and surprisingly pale skin from staying inside all of the time. Regardless of the weather, Kaleo wears a teal colored jack with a white shirt underneath, gray pants, dark brown boots, and a black backpack that holds his small notepad and books to read.
Hometown:
Cerulean City
Pokedollars:
1000
Items:
None
Personality:
Kaleo is a very reserved mute boy with a face made of stone. Most see him as emotionless, as even getting a laugh out of him is strenuous to borderline impossible. Around strangers, Kaleo is distant, his mind usually being elsewhere to avoid being asked anything. He can be very antisocial and shy among most people and Pokemon. However, once he begins to warm up to you, Kaleo is a sweet, kind, and extremely gentle young boy who would stick to you like white on rice. While not as brave as he wishes he could be, Kaleo does hold a wise air about him, despite his age. He's rather smart when it comes to Pokemon, however, since he doesn't spend much time outside, Kaleo has yet to see most of the Pokemon he already has information on, leading to the boy cowering in fear at the sight of their much large real life forms...
Ambition:
In all honesty, Kaleo would much prefer to stay home and just read some books, but his grandparents ultimately had to beg and plead for the boy to at least think about obtaining his first pokemon. After reading a bit more into it, Kaleo realized how much he could really do once he got his first pokemon. He knew he had a drive to learn how to take care of himself and take of others, so his main goals for this adventure would definitely be to understand what it means to be a battler as well as a breeder who can tend to pokemon when they are in need, the two things that defined his parents for him. Kaleo wants to be like both of his parents so that the other is represented within him, but is obviously conflicted since he doesn't know which one he likes more; he's more or less doing everything so that his parents can be proud of him when they come back.
Hero:
Kaleo looks up greatly to his parents. Despite note being able to meet them, he's heard plenty of stories from his grandparents on the feats that they've accomplished. His mother was a pokemon breeder who became a nomadic traveler that helped those in need whenever she saw they needed it. His father, however, was more into battling, and even challenged the league after acquiring all of the gym badges. Kaleo nor his grandparents have any idea what happened to his parents. They could be out there, or might as well be dead. Kaleo looks up to them regardless and wants to be like the both of the when he grows up.
Appearance:
Thahn is a tall old man in his early sixties with long white hair tied in a low ponytail, light brown eyes,
pale wrinkled skin, and a small white beard. He often wears a simple white t-shirt with dark pants and shoes.
Having almost an obsession with gardening, Thahn always has on a hunter green gardening apron with darker pockets.
Background:
Thahn grew up in Cerulean City, watching as the world went by. He was never the strongest child out there, so he often resorted to other activities like drawing and reading to satisfy his needs. It wasn't until his mother encouraged him to come and garden with her that Thahn found his true passion. While he did enjoy pokemon and their company, he knew battling was not for him. Day after day, week after week, Thahn would spent his time, and evidently the rest of his life, gardening. He met plenty of pokemon that would stumble into his parents garden and play with them before heading back inside. This garden is also where he caught his lifelong friend Hana the Oddish (now Bellossom).
Fast forward a few years to when Thahn has his son, or Kaleo's father, Alto. Alto had to be the exact opposite of Thahn, as all he wanted to do was go out and battle pokemon. Not battle WITH pokemon, but physically attack them. Luckily, he was also a very weak child and could never do much against the small pokemon that would come by his garden. Thahn noted Alto's resolve to be a trainer and battle other pokemon, that he helped his son catch his first pokemon in the very same garden that he caught Hana. Once he was old enough, Alto went out on his own journey, leaving Thahn and his wife back at home.
The days without Alto had been slow and quiet, while the ones where he had come back to visit and tell stories of his adventures had been filled with excitement and joy. One of those days in particular showed Thahn how much of a man Alto had become. He brought home a girl with absolutely stunning teal eyes, brown hair and tan skin; her name was Kanon. Thahn knew right off the bat that they would stay with each other forever, and to this day, he still believes in that statement.
It was a bit of a shock, when the next thing he hears about Alto is through letter and in the form of a mere toddler handing it to him. Kaleo, only being a few years old was supposedly abandoned by Alto and Kanon, but Thahn knew better. Instead of asking, Thahn took the child in, one that was much more like him than Alto was. He stayed inside all the time, never spoke and read books all day until he passed out. He was a strange child indeed, one that Thahn vowed to keep safe until he was old enough to go out into the world just like Alto did.
Pokemon:
As stated in the background, Thahn pokemon of choice is Hana the Bellossom. Kaleo absolutely adores the small flower pokemon and would do anything to keep it safe. Hana would often try to get Kaleo up and about instead of reading all the time, and Kaleo almost always falls for it. Whenever the later is sad, Hana gives as many cuddles as possible until he feels better. Hana basically acts like an older sibling to Kaleo.
Nickname:
Hoshi
Species:
Cleffa
Health:
100%
No Status Conditions
Highest Level Move:
Magical Leaf
Gender:
Male
Ability:
Magic Guard: Prevents pokemon from getting hit by indirect attacks
Personality:
Hoshi is a rather bubbly and bold Cleffa, one that isn't really afraid of people and most of the time would actively try to get their attention. He loves battling, and will o anything to get into the fray, but knows when it's time to be serious. Very loving and is always oriented to those that give him attention.
Backstory:
Cleffa wasn't always sunshine and flowers when he first came to the sanctuary. Only just been brought in, the pokemon was extremely fragile; no one could touch him without feeling the immense trembling radiated from him. After a bit of investigating, it was believed that Cleffa's original home was abusive towards him and those in the house. It took several months for the Cleffa to look at humans, let alone become who is now. |
52,562 | 1,425 | 8 | 2,091 | 3,318 | Perri GuthrieLo Town - Pokemon Sanctuary - Early Morning - Interacting With: Arata, Emma, Hoshi, and Lisette
After sitting on a nearby bench and chatting over any (plausible) plans that he had over the course of this journey with Blake, the white haired boy suddenly felt something tug at him... moreover, the goodie bag! Pausing to look over, he noticed Lumino tugging at the straps the boys arm was through, as if trying to futilely get it open as in peered over into the contents of the bag. Chuckling and smiling, Perri, quickly pulled in the Roserade and gave it a gentle noogie, careful to avoid the thorns as it yelped in surprise.
"So-ho-ho, someone's curious," Perii said in a sing song voice, mischievously leered at the small pokemon who looked up with a small luminescent blush, before nodding a bit. Setting the small pokemon down on his other lap, the boy pulled open the bag with gleeful vigor; any more energy and he could of torn the thing wide open.
"Yeesh kid, calm down, there ain't any candy in there," Blake nonchalantly jabbed at his son's enthusiasm, placing a fist on the side of his jaw. Perri just pouted, staring at his dad as if he said something racist.
"Hate sweets, you know that," he mumbled before digging down into the assortment of flyers and advertisements that littered this whole friggin' bag. Perri just wistfully shook his head as he weakly rested his hands in the pile.
"Hmm... what about cheesecake and chocolate though," the man suddenly burst out, looking towards the semi-clear sky rife with clouds, pointing his index up there as if that was where the answer lied to what his son enjoyed. That outburst elicited a giggle from the Roserade and Perri himself, drawing a few flyers from the bag, turning them into a makeshift fan.
"Yeah, as if; that would be too good to be true, y'know," he chuckled as he fanned himself, creating a cool breeze that Lumino and himself would enjoy for a few seconds. After that, he clapped the advertisements together before raising one hand up, and bent his wrist effeminately, signifying he was handing over the pieces of paper.
"Junk... seriously, did they really need to have these companies pay em' to advertise this crap," he placed an index finger up to his mouth as he giggled, before shaking his head at how ridiculous this notion was. "Calling this a goodie bag is a bit of a stretch, as the only goodies in here are..."
Perri paused for a second as his hand shuffled through the bag rife with vouchers and other crap he could care less about. After a few seconds, he gave out a haughty aha, an pulled out a pokeball to and abruptly shoved it into his dads face, causing the man to recoil. Awkwardly chuckling a bit, the boy gazed off to the side as his father readjusted his glasses, scowling at the boy for a brief second.
"T-tada, a pokeball! Thought I felt something heavy in there," he murmured the last part offhandedly as the man studied the machinery, inspecting the front very heavily... don't tell me this one was defective or something!
"I'm pretty sure regular pokeballs aren't supposed to have a giant S on top of them."
... what.
Turning the ball over, Perri grimaced a bit as he saw what his dad was talking about. That was just... great. His mouth was slightly agape with a broken grin, his reflection glimmering off as the Roserade peered over his shoulder, trying to figure out what was wrong.
... Earth to Perri, helloooooo, anyone there," his fathers voice suddenly interjected, interrupting his internal thoughts as he suddenly snapped to attention as the man snapped both his fingers, eyeing the young man. Once he was sure his attention was set, he ended his incessant snapping, setting both of the palms on his lap.
"Lemme guess - no uniformity."
The boys head bobbed up and down, affirming the mans suspicions before noticing Perri had something else to say.
"It also ruins the charm behind each and every red and white pokeball," the boy grumbled, shaking his head in a disappointed manner. "Despite how simple it is, it's one of the few symbols for trainers everywhere! Sure, the sanctuary probably wants to leave a lasting mark, but did they have to really do it with something like this?" The boy sighed before spinning the ball around on his finger, struggling to keep it on balance before it tumbled to the ground a few seconds later.
Lumino quickly scooped it up, let out what looked to be a cutesy curtsy and a giggle as Perri daintily retrieved it, uttering a sincere thank you.
"From what I've read, it costs more to engrave and design something on a pokeball than it does to paint it," he said, flipping open a pocket and nestling the sanctuary pokeball inside it. "Honestly, it's a lot cheaper than this... plus, there are other useful things to stock a goodie bag with than advertisements," he spat at out the last part in contempt, shaking his head.
"Considering you worked at a PokeMart for the last few years... yeah, I can see that," the man nodded in agreement as he rose up from his seat, grunting as he stretched.
"Any who, I'm gonna be off for a bit, mainly canceling this stupid subscription... unless you've got any objections here." The boy shook his head... and with that said, his father was off, but not before whispering something to the Roserade that he didn't hear. Welp, that was his cue to get out there and have some fun!... well, as much fun as he could have anyways.
Hopping off the bench, he walked away with a certain bounce to his step... and Lumino "bounced" with him too.
Humming to himself, Perri passed by myriads of different trainers to be, often eyeing them curiously or just not acknowledging their existence. Of course, Perri eventually came to a pause in the middle of the crowd of people due to a... certain realization.
He had no friggin' idea where he was going... or where he was for the most part. Perri's smile wavered, but never dissipated as he hurriedly looked around, trying to get some semblance of where he was before shrugging and shaking his head, seemingly giving up on properly navigating his way around the forlorn area.
"Well then... that's just peachy, ain't it Lumino," he chuckled as he smiled brightly to the Roserade who was nervously cooped up behind him, staring around at almost all the people. Hmm... wait a second... right, he had a pokedex!
"Hey, hey, Lumino, mind posing for me for a brief second," he enthusiastically questioned, much to the surprise of the smaller green pokemon who just held on even tighter. The boy laughed and gave him a pat on the head. "Come on, just for a brief second! If anyone makes fun of ya, I'll punch em'," he winked as he swiftly swung an arm into the air, giggling a bit as the Roserade just nervously shook his head back and forth, with a minuscule smile underneath it all.
Steadily breaking away from Perri's leg, the boy whipped out his PokeDex before crouching down and gazing over his dad Roserade. Lumino, on the other hand, put one flower on his hip and another pressed against his head. Tilting their neck back away from the PokeDex, he locked one of his eyes into a perpetual wink and frowned just a bit.
Oooh, sassy!
"One, two, three, roses!~" He clicked the part of the PokeDex that recorded the information of another pokemon... only to be met with a disappointing advertisement.
"Pokemon Locked - To Unlock visit any Sliph Co Outlet on Sinnoh or Unlock the Full Unadvertised Pokedex for $99.99"
... oh what a load of bull.
Perri scowled at the item as it locked him out of scanning Lumino, who in turn broke from their pose, puzzled by the sudden irritation of the picture. From what it inferred, it was probably the machines fault and proceeded to pout at it as if it would have a change of heart if he did this long enough.
"Alright then, if that's the case, then what about," Perri placed a finger to his lip before putting it to the air, tapping at different place as he searched for a pokemon to scan... but alas, there was none in the vicinity he could see. Puffing his chest and groaning, he slowly got back up to his usual stature with Lumino clinging on to his hind legs once more.
"Emma, Hoshi, look, that weirdo is trying to take pictures with his PokeDex!"
Eh? Just as he got up, he heard a familiar voice, followed by some anxious shushing. "Arata, don't point or screech like that, it's r-rude!" Turning around, Perri came to notice two small children huddled around a much taller, unknown girl with purple hair. The two younger kids he recognized from seeing them around the PokeMart from time to time (and causing some issues while he was on his shift), but the mystery chick was a, well, a mystery! An unknown! Someone he had never seen before.
The small child dressed in red that was pointing at him was Arata from what he knew, and the demure girl dressed in white was Emma; spent time with Arata's family for some reason. Raising an eyebrow, a small smirk crossed his face as he quickly pivoted to face them and began slowly walking over, earning the eye of the small purple girl.
"Oh good, now h-he's coming over! See what you've d-done," she lectured the two as both turned around to watch Perri continuously take one step after the other, slowly like a monstrous Garchomp. Perri was pretty sure he caused Emma to go into some sort of shock, whilst Arata just shrieked.
"Emma, hide, it's the weirdo from the PokeMart!" Perri watched as they scrambled behind the wide-eyed girl with purple hair, twisting and turning her head as both of them took cover behind the tall child.
"So, what are the little sneak thieves up today I wonder," he mused as he approached the perpetually confused lady he towered over; the teen didn't even notice the girl quivering like a Ditto. Rapping four of his fingers against his mouth, he stared up into the sky, seemingly not looking at the trio of people. "I certainly hope you haven't just snatched other people gift bags, PokeDexes, or registration card..."
"W-we s-s-swear we haven't d-done anything like that this t-t-time," the younger girl explain. He was pretty certain he could guess what the purple haired girl was thinking.
"What do you mean last time," he heard that small, shocked hiss before the girl turned to address Perri, who was looking down on them all, arms crossed with a wicked grin plastered on his face. She visibly took a step back.
"L-look, we're sorry for whatever they did t-to y-you," she exclaimed, jabbing the young man in the chest and trying... was she trying to glare at Arata? Perri stifled a bit of a giggle as it proved ineffectual with the boy pouting back at the girl. "But we didn't do nothin' this time!"
"Oh really then, well, do you have any proof," Perri interjected before Miss Purple could have a chance to speak, causing her to recoil at the intrusion as he descended on them both. They all just froze. Perfect.
"If you don't, then I guess I'll need to report you to the authorities... guess you won't be getting your pokemon today," he threw up his hands, shrugging and shaking his head. Honestly, that was just a load of bull at the moment; he didn't honestly know if there was any way from someone to get kicked out of getting a pokemon, besides already having one or being a prick, but from the looks on their faces, they had took the line, hook, and sinker!
... he could honestly not hold his laughter any longer.
"... pfft, bwahaha, oh wow, Arata, Emma, you two should see the looks on your faces right now, they're just priceless," he guffawed rather loudly, causing the tense atmosphere to dissipate even quicker than usual. "Jeez, you two will never learn when someone's messin' with ya, hahaha!"
Arata just pouted and shouted at the teen. "That's just mean Perri!"
"Eh, hold on, you both know each other," she pointed one finger between the both as she whipped her head back and forth. She appeared to be a jumbled mess.
"Met em' both and Arata's dad after they tried to snatch some candy from the PokeMart," he chuckled, returning to his usual, upright position. "Ended up having to watch over em' just to make sure they didn't do it again since there were... repeated encounters." He giggled a bit at the last part as the older girl gazed back over her shoulder at the boy and Emma.
"Long story short, they gave up and since Arata's dad trusted me somewhat on keeping them outta trouble, he just left em' with me at the cash register while he did his usual shopping."
"But wait, they both tried to steal stuff." Perri just bobbed his head with a usual Cheshire smile plastered on it, eyeing both kids as they nervously gazed down at the ground.
"Anyways, enough of this, we're in public and I don't want to embarrass these two more than I should already," he chuckled, putting both his hands behind his back.
"... jerk," Emma murmured under her breath.
"Regardless, I'm gonna cut this short, I've got places to be and sights to see, later you two and Miss Purple, hope you three find a pokemon you like," he playful spoke, waving them all off as he walked in the opposite direction, retaining his blissful smile from earlier.
"H-hey I'm not M-Miss Purple! I'm H-H-Hoshi!"
Whistling a small tune, the Roserade slowly broke away from his leg as they became surrounded by less and less people. Staring at a small pamphlet, Perri sighed and shrugged as he shoved it back into the gift bag. He sighed, noticing that there weren't very many interesting sights, save for two teenage trainers to be arguing over... something.
Something he didn't feel like getting involved in.
Man, this was just riveting... maybe he should of tagged around those two and that Hoshi girl... they seemed mildly interesting for the most part. Along with that, he hadn't seen any pokemon in sight he could scan, aside from Lumino, but even that didn't work!
Staring up at the sky, he blindly walked near the manor, looking over a couple of pamphlets involving a free voucher for a pokegear and a buy one get one free deal involving pokeballs... he would have to get in on that later... and further more...
"Maybe I could see how ma is doing in Saffron, show off the regal pokemon I caught," he mused on the thought, smiling a little. Yeah, that sounded good.
He paused for a second, looking around at a small crowd of people... the only person that stood out to him was a rather stylish looking cutie wearing headphones. Hmm...
Perri smirked briefly.
She seems like a fun gal to mess around with.
Resolute, the white haired dancer took one step forward, keeping his eye on the prize as his Roserade followed behind, nervously looking up at the person they were heading towards. Ruffling his hair and adjusting his goggles, the boy prepared to ravish this chick with a few misleading lines and quips, barely containing his smile as he approached.
"Oy cutie, aren't you one to look excited," he winked at the girl, stifling a giggle. Seriously, this was all just a couple of lines away from being a cheesy line out of a romantic company. | Perri Guthrie
"Heya cutie, what's up?~"
Basic Information
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Standing at a straight six feet and nothing more, Perri is a rather tall individual and it doesn't look like he's getting any taller. His physique, from the looks of it seems to be fairly slender; along with that his visage does seem to lean a bit on feminine. However, from the only set of skin being displayed on his shoulders and arms, he does look to take care of himself... even more so when you get down to the athletic body. You can thank his dad for the yoga and dance lessons for his flexibility and small amounts of muscle... though he does take care to run early in the mornings as well.
Moving on, his complexion is basically fair, with nothing special to make it stand out. His face seems to be in almost a circular shape, if you ignore how the part around his mandible starts to curve down sharply. His wild, unkempt, naturally white hair is actually more of a style as opposed to being lazy and not combing it in the morning since there's a method to his madness. Finally, Perri's eyes are a cerulean hue, just like his fathers.
For clothing, well... Perri almost always manages to find a piece of clothing that looks peculiar to the point where it might stand out, mainly looking for anything that is a shade of purple. The jacket he wears above looks rather strange with a distinct lack of sleeves for his shoulders. The jacket displays numerous amounts of lines which form to make a triangle on the front and the back of his body. However, the part that sticks out the most to him is the white hood which looks to barely be attached to the jacket. Perri just ignores it, mainly in the fact that it matches his hair. The jacket was also a part of a set as displayed by the pants and the purple portions streaking off the sides.
Aside from the set, the other portions of clothing included are - a black sleeveless turtleneck, some white gauze which seems to be more for style than actually covering up wounds, some black gloves, black shoes, and his bicolored goggles.
Birthplace:
Saffron City
Current Hometown:
Celadon City
Personal Information
Personality:
The easiest way to describe Perri at just one glance is that he is outrageously outgoing with a mischievous and playful attitude to boot... heck, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that his default personality is constantly set on flirty.
For the most part, he seems to act like the kind of guy who would throw caution to the wind and it shows for half of the stuff he likes doing. For starters, he loves trying to tease people and get them flustered in the process, vehemently pursuing that path until he is successful. And once he is? He attempts to find a different way to mess around with them. Still, there's more silver-lining to him than trying to toy with other people.
Despite it all, he does try to come off as an affable person in the best way he can, despite his somewhat unruly nature. More or less, everything is all in good fun for him; hurting people is not always on his agenda unless he really has to. Regardless, when it comes to his friends feelings and messing around, he is a bit dense and callous, per say. Perri will most likely push a person to their limits without even realizing it and the only way to get him to end those shenanigans is a genuine, somewhat irked stop to his face. He'll get the issue and back off... well, at least for the while.
Along with that, he tries to come off as cool, collected, and confident when approaching other people. So far he has only gotten the latter nailed down, with the former two's mileage varying. For the latter, he always approaches a task with his trademark smile, ready to tackle it down!... as long as it is within his capabilities. For the former, well, he does seem to act a bit flamboyant and as if the limelight is constantly shining on him. Putting a finger to his lips, winking, or ending his sentences in a playful, if not sing song voice is par for the course.
Even with these parts of him, Perri is a dedicated person and when he does focus on something and takes it seriously, he will focus and take it seriously. No flair, no cutesy stuff, just pure undulated resolve... well, sometimes he'll act with flair, but that's not the point. The list of things he takes seriously ranges from yoga, dancing, running, and that's currently about it. Despite this all, Perri is also very much open to trying new things; hell, he might even find a new interest that he can dedicate himself to aside from the current trio! I mean, it does help with what he wants to make himself out to be, right?
So yeah, despite his ups and downs, Perri is just an over the top guy who likes trying out new things, acts a bit stereotypically girlish to some extent and acts somewhat callous when it comes to some peoples emotions, who wants to make some friends!
Ambition:
Despite how strange it would be to undertake a journey like this, Perri aspires to be a screenwriter... or author... or actor... yeah, he honestly is a bit unsure of which of these paths to undertake. Honestly, getting out of the house with a clear head should give him a better idea, and heck, maybe he might change his professions! While he does have a nigh insatiable thirst to see most of the world (since he's kinda only seen bits and pieces), there is another reason he wants to go around.
While these are his ambitions, Perri is open to trying out new things; like, for example, when living in Hearthome City, his dad showed him his inspiration for becoming a dance and yoga instructor - the Contest Hall. From the spectacle he saw, Perri was pretty enamored with the prospect of performing on that stage (despite how terrifying it probably was to him), or taking on gyms to challenge the league after his mom relived her exploits in Kalos. Trying to participate in a Pokeathalon in Johto (dance, yoga, and running, whoo!), surfing across Alola, the list goes on.
Hmm... now that he has the chance, maybe he could challenge the Indigo League... now that would be a pretty fun prospect.~
Hero:
If he would have to choose a role model, it would have to be the actor Connie Leblanc. Honestly, Perri doesn't understand how the man does what he does, fitting into different roles in different movies, but it's honestly such a cool thing. One second he's the protagonist of the movie "The Aura Within," and next he plays a slapstick hilarious and bumbling antagonist in "Off Beat, Own Tempo." Honestly, the man is just a talented genius and one of his inspirations for going out and trying a whole bunch of new things.
The last time Perri heard of him, he was at a movie shoot in Kanto as a secondary character. Fingers crossed that he can get the guys autograph! That would be so friggin' bad ass!
Inventory Information
Pokedollars:
$1000
Items:
N/A
Basic Information - Starter Pokemon
Nickname:
Sissi
Species:
Scyther
Gender:
Female
Health:
100%
Ability:
Technician - Increases power of moves with 60 base power or less by 50%.
Highest Level Move:
Focus Energy
Personal Information - Starter Pokemon
Personality:
For the most part, Scyther seems to be a rather closed off and stubborn individual, a personality that seemingly mocks and scorns Perri's... if not for her other traits. She enjoys acting tough around other pokemon, if not only to survive but to appear cool and badass to the point where she seemingly ends up driving other pokemon off from time to time... which sucks for her a lot.
Like Perri, she seems to conduct herself with a certain amount of flair both outside and in battles, and enjoys showing off a lot. This leads her to looking a little bit like a tryhard in the process, but still, that makes her mesh even more with Perri!
Along with that, she does try to act motherly when she can, though for the most part it's keeping a pokemon safe and nourishing them back to full health. Sure, they'll just run off in terror afterwards and sure they're a free meal, but... but she isn't just hungry at the moment, ok?! Jeez...
Backstory:
Scyther seems to be pretty old, but in truth, she's probably just a little bit older than most pokemon around the sanctuary. She does recall the day she came there after hunting some pokemon. The bug decided she liked the placed, shrugged and made her home in the sanctuary. Honestly, she's actually quite enjoyed the place and the variety of pokemon and have never left... unless it's to go out hunting. Strangely enough, she refuses to fight and eat any of the pokemon in the sanctuary... it's rather strange.
However, for the most part, her life has been a somewhat lonely one, trying to show off, driving pokemon away from her "territory." Hell, she's pretty sure an Elekid wandered in trying to fight her! No reason to, just went in and blam. Scyther honestly kind of hates it and as of late, has been considering on returning to the wilds outside the sanctuary.
Parent InformationBlake Guthrie
Parent(s) or Guardian(s) Appearance:
Perri's father is a behemoth of a man, towering over his son himself at an immense height of six feet and five inches; tall enough to give a Ursaring a run for its money! His bright cerulean eyes have dulled as he has gotten older and he seems to have a super casual appearance. The man looks to be in his late thirties and has a inquisitive look on his face at all times. He can typically be seen with glasses set on his face, a gray sweatshirt with some equally bland workout pants and some black running shoes.
Along with that, his father sports broad shoulders and has a bit of muscle sticking out here and there. His face is very, very unshaven with his short, messy black beard contrasting his tightly wounded white hair; it looks like he dyed it that color, judging by the black roots at the midst of his hair. Blake also seems to contrast his son a bit, having a subdued, laid-back demeanor.
Parent(s) or Guardian (s) Backstory:
Perri's father isn't exactly a Kanto native, judging by his mannerisms and pokemon of choice. Instead, he hails from the region of Sinnoh; a quaint place filled with legends of space and time, the usual gyms... and contests!
Unlike his son, Blake started his journey at the humble age of eleven and was quite the cocky little fire cracker back then. It wouldn't hurt to say that he was a little bit like his future son, but for now lets forget that. Like most boys from Jublife City, he had one simple goal - be the very best and beat the pokemon league! There were many squabbles over who was the best...
Regardless, on one faithful day, all the children were prepped and ready to go on their journey with their parents accompanying them for a bit as they assisted their children in catching their first pokemon... and it turns out most of the boys were going for Shinx's, including Blake.
Of course, what he didn't expect was to overshoot his pokeball and accidentally caught a resting Budew. While he didn't want the pokemon at first, his parents insisted on him keeping it... at much to his chagrin, he did. Due to his sour mood, he honestly didn't think of very many positive nicknames for it, but after some well needed assistance from his parents (and identifying the gender, of course), they all went with the name Lumino.
Eventually, it was time to say good byes and they all left their parents behind, some with tears in their eyes. Blake traveled with a large clique of friends, which ensured not a whole lot of trouble would ensure, other than the occasional older trainer or pokemon...
... fast forwarding a few months, the lot of them were stronger and tougher, just like their pokemon! Some even grew a bit, physically and mentally, but that's not important right now. What is important is that during this time the whole group had arrived in Hearthome City, two gym badges in tow and ready to challenge the gym leader.
A few of Blake's friends dragged him along to the contest hall, hoping to see some performances... what they got, instead was a chance to end up participating in a pokemon contest with other people! They all entered the contest in hopes of earning the clothes and chance at participating! They even peer pressured Blake into signing up...
Lo and behold, Blake ended up being the one to star in it all, much to is irritation. He was just thinking of flunking it all as they pampered him up and as he practiced for his performance...
... what he got instead was second place and looking as if he had the time of his life. Sure, he wouldn't forget that day as he was interested in coming back there... but that time in his life caused a bit of an internal revolution. His enthusiasm dwindled bit by bit as he challenged each of the gyms, always thinking about the contest hall, always yearning a bit to go back for more.
... so it was no surprise when Blake was one of the first few people to be eliminated in the tournament for becoming the champion. His friends noted that he wasn't as downtrodden as they thought he would be. Weird...
While none of them ended up making it to the champion, much less the elite four, they had a huge blast and came to terms with themselves. Some came to the conclusion that they would want to pursue another profession while a few others kept clinging on to that dream of becoming champion... but Blake?
As his life went on, Blake went on to become a performer at the Hearthome Contest Hall when he was older, but never rose up to fame like many of the other stars. This didn't deject him as later on he would find other hobbies as well and eventually came to open a dance/yoga studio in Hearthome.
When he grew older, he became more curious about the world as well outside of Sinnoh and decided to pack up all he could grab, began studying how to speak a different language and moved to Kalos. It was honestly a whole culture shock when he arrived, bewildered and amazed... probably a bit pissed that he didn't visit sooner.
While it did take some time, Blake eventually reopened up his dance/yoga studio and caught the eye of a young pupil - a serious business woman who seemed to be a bit younger than him. Eventually, said pupil had to stop visiting during the day, but came in for much more private lessons. Eventually things grew intimate and within a few months it was obvious she was pregnant with the soon to be Perri. They were quickly wed afterwards.
During the pregnancy, the company had Blake's wife, Giselle relocate to another region. Packing his bags up once again, the duo and their soon to be child moved to Kanto. After going through the process before, Blake was able to reopen his studio (again) and began performing the same things as he did in Kalos and in Sinnoh.
Eventually, while living in Saffron City, the family finally brought their third member into the world - Perri. Going on maternity leave, the duo did their best to raise their child during this time before Giselle would eventually have to return to work. They ensured that during this time he would grow up to be a strong boy they could be proud of.
And as it turns out, they got what they bargained for... and probably a lot more.
At first, Perri seemed a little quiet and distant... until he got his first friend. It was honestly really surprising to see him turn into a firecracker during these years, especially after what the duo saw; Blake and Giselle wondered if he was somehow drinking their coffee in the morning...
Regardless, Blake continued living his life with his wife and child... until down the road they had to ship out of Saffron City when their son was five. From here on out, they were months on end, changing regions as if they were going out of style. Their stay ranged from six months to a year. And with the constant switching between region, Blake noticed something with their son. Call it intuition, but he felt the boy might not being growing up the proper way he needed.
Blake was afraid there might be some disconnect with their child and talked it over with Giselle over getting a permanent stay in one region... or at least a stay that would allow their child to properly mature and grow with other kids.
At the age of thirteen, Perri and his parents were relocated to Celadon. And within those few months, Blake learned his wife had gotten a well earned promotion. However, she was required to stay in Saffron City, which pained both the parents. It would be easier to pack up shop, but Blake and Giselle sort of felt this would be better for their son. Promising to visit them every weekend, she took off back to working, staying true to her promise.
On all three ends, the trio began to develop healthy friendships. Perri had began losing that part of him Blake had noticed and was thankful for it as he began to spend time with his own newfound friends. Though, there was a sneaking suspicion on his part that there was still something off...
Regardless, after three years and no moving, Blake decided it was not only good enough for Perri to start his pokemon journey, but it had been wa-a-a-ay too long for this. Working together, Blake and Perri managed to learn about Lo Town, a quaint place not too far from here. While Blake was disappointed that it was on a day his wife couldn't come home, Perri seemed ecstatic.
After talking it over with Giselle, Blake signed Perri up for this excursion.
... and so starts a new end... and yet, the start of a new beginning.
Family Pokemon:
Lumino - Roserade - Male - Natural Cure
His father's pokemon, Lumino is very, very close with Perri to the point where Perri teases his mom about Lumino functioning as his "mom." Despite this all, the pokemon seems to be only comfortable around his partner, Blake, and his family... but if left alone around anyone else, the Roserade just might shrink back a bit. Along with that, he sort of functions as the mascot of Blake's dance/yoga studio. Used to dance around with Perri when younger, but not so much anymore.
Sometimes helps around the house, assisting Perri, Blake, or Giselle whenever they need help. |
52,563 | 1,425 | 9 | 2,033 | 9,300 | and
although your conversation is between you two I'll just tell you what's going on around you up at the sanctuary.
It's bad news I'm afraid. Even though the road up to the Sanctuary was quiet the sweeping lawns outside are filled with town workers hanging up banners, setting up the stage, the bar being set up and even an area for Pokemon battles for tonight's frivolities (The Sanctuary Soiree).
But under cover of darkness... with all the attention on the activities.... maybe you could be onto something?
Oddly enough if the sun wasn't glaring off the windows you reckon you could see inside. Nevertheless from the movement of the shadows there seems to be activity behind the windows almost as frantic as what's going on on the lawns. What could that be for?
You may notice in the shadow of the trees two twin boys stretched out smoking under the grass. They look about your age and have a cooler full of glinting bottles at their feet. They're getting a few glares from adults walking by but their just far away enough from shouting distance to pretend they can't hear any gruff complaints. You can see on of them is pointing lazily to windows on the bottom floor but their is no urgency in their movements.
You've been wandering for a little while your frustration in map reading builds. Perhaps you're a little young for this... perhaps this whole thing was a bad idea. Perhaps you should just go home and read books and never live life. I hope your faithful companion might give you a little jolt at this... or perhaps you could do something about it. Looking back at your map you see there is a little intro class into "What to do after you leave Lo Town"... maybe that might help you out a little bit?
If you choose to go you can make it up a bit or I'm happy to collab it with you over a series of posts. If you've got a better idea let me know but we can work something together whilst and collab a little conversation! I'm sure it will take at least two posts for Lisette to kick Perri's ass :p | Name: Raynard Richelieu 'Ray'
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:
You'd be forgiven for thinking this 5'5" lazy guy is in fact, a girl. He doesn't really do much to dissuade this fact, with his surprisingly fashionable sense and a bit of makeup he looks pretty much exactly like one. He even goes a bit out of his way to do so, given he is not masculine in the slightest. He has naturally effeminate features, with extremely long blond hair that falls to his waist. He has a dainty, fairly frail body, though it's clear he does at least take some care of his physical health and is fairly agile on his feet.
He can often be seen sucking on some sort of hard candy.
Personality: On the surface? Lackadaisical and generally a bit of a lazy free loader with a thirst for adventure and travel, hardly ever staying in one place for long. He's a fairly friendly sort, and can typically get along well with most people given they aren't irredeemable jackasses.
Even so, he himself has a bit of a problem forming long-lasting emotional bonds with people and always seems to distance himself from those around him, hardly staying in one place for more than a few days at a time. Often, he spends more days flying on the back of his trusted Pidgeot.
Seems he might be into some shady stuff? Who knows. Seems like he has a lot of shady friends, at least.
History:
The middle child of the Richelieu family, and the one who often got caught in the middle of the disputes between his younger and older sisters. He himself, didn't have much of a history to note when growing up, he simply went along with whatever his sisters were doing, which perhaps resulted in him picking up a few girlish traits in the process though he doesn't particularly see much of a problem with this.
When he was sixteen, he left on his pokemon journey with a Pidgey he had befriended one day and a pocket full of change and a backpack of a few supplies. Just upped and left one day with a note and a brief goodbye to Lisette, promising to drop by occasionally. His first trip through Kanto was a little more than both interesting and at times, dangerous since he was so ill prepared, but in the end he had visited all the cities, and moved on to Johto a much more powerful and a bit more learned trainer.
After that, he headed off to Hoenn after a brief stop home and hasn't looked back since.
Pidgeot: Quill
Female
Highest Move known: Tail Wind
Creator: Please don't use without permission.
Pokemon being used in the Sanctuary: (will not be essential later in the story
Pokemon to be caught:
Brief Description:
Notable RP backstory (for anything they do that we might want to remember):
Creator: |
52,564 | 1,425 | 10 | 2,033 | 9,300 | ~Lisette~
Lisette's steps eventually carried her to the sanctuary, where she found a lampost to lean against and generally drown out the rest of the world. To those looking, they'd probably just see a young trainer with her headphones up facing a direction that wasn't directly looking at the sanctuary. She couldn't look to conspicuous if she was essentially staking out a place to see how easy it'd be to sneak into.
Of course it wouldn't be easy when it was day time.
People moved about, from sanctuary workers to other curious souls who wanted to see the sanctuary before the main event that everyone was hopefully here for. Banners being sat up, tables, and other decor for the event that would be happening later. Something she wasn't too keen on sticking around for. Maybe she was being impatient though. Perhaps she should just wait? Honestly though, waiting freakin' sucked.
Still, it was valuable information for breaking and entering. If the sun wasn't glaring off the windows, she was certain she'd be able to see inside. Even if she couldn't, she could see shadows moving inside of the place. Odd, what was that for? More preparation? Or some form of security? She'd need to be careful it seemed. She was working with too many unknowns here if she was going to pull something like this off. She had to assume the worst, and prepare for it the best she could. Well, with as minimal preparation as she could manage.
"Oy cutie, aren't you one to look excited,"
At the sound of a voice, a feeling of disgust and filthiness washed over her. Ugh, her ears felt like they needed to be cleaned out and she had just met this guy. Lisette gave him a generally unimpressed look, pulling her headphones off from around her ears and folding her arms across her chest.
"...Cuite, eh?" She chuckled. "Well, I can't deny that, though I think 'cute' is a bit of an insult...too bad I can't say the same for you." Lisette offered him a playful, though not exactly friendly smirk. "So shove off, pretty boy, before I have my boys mess up that pretty face of yours." She wasn't being intentionally aggressive. It's just that types like this guy needed a little something extra to get through their thick skulls 'no' meant 'no'...and it seemed a certain purple bat had perfect timing.
Before Perri could reply to her, Mal practically shot down from the sky, landing right between Perri and Lisette with a decidedly menacing glare and a screech.
"He's a bit over protective and might take you flirting with me the wrong way. Best for everyone if you just stop now, yes?" | Name: Raynard Richelieu 'Ray'
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:
You'd be forgiven for thinking this 5'5" lazy guy is in fact, a girl. He doesn't really do much to dissuade this fact, with his surprisingly fashionable sense and a bit of makeup he looks pretty much exactly like one. He even goes a bit out of his way to do so, given he is not masculine in the slightest. He has naturally effeminate features, with extremely long blond hair that falls to his waist. He has a dainty, fairly frail body, though it's clear he does at least take some care of his physical health and is fairly agile on his feet.
He can often be seen sucking on some sort of hard candy.
Personality: On the surface? Lackadaisical and generally a bit of a lazy free loader with a thirst for adventure and travel, hardly ever staying in one place for long. He's a fairly friendly sort, and can typically get along well with most people given they aren't irredeemable jackasses.
Even so, he himself has a bit of a problem forming long-lasting emotional bonds with people and always seems to distance himself from those around him, hardly staying in one place for more than a few days at a time. Often, he spends more days flying on the back of his trusted Pidgeot.
Seems he might be into some shady stuff? Who knows. Seems like he has a lot of shady friends, at least.
History:
The middle child of the Richelieu family, and the one who often got caught in the middle of the disputes between his younger and older sisters. He himself, didn't have much of a history to note when growing up, he simply went along with whatever his sisters were doing, which perhaps resulted in him picking up a few girlish traits in the process though he doesn't particularly see much of a problem with this.
When he was sixteen, he left on his pokemon journey with a Pidgey he had befriended one day and a pocket full of change and a backpack of a few supplies. Just upped and left one day with a note and a brief goodbye to Lisette, promising to drop by occasionally. His first trip through Kanto was a little more than both interesting and at times, dangerous since he was so ill prepared, but in the end he had visited all the cities, and moved on to Johto a much more powerful and a bit more learned trainer.
After that, he headed off to Hoenn after a brief stop home and hasn't looked back since.
Pidgeot: Quill
Female
Highest Move known: Tail Wind
Creator: Please don't use without permission.
Pokemon being used in the Sanctuary: (will not be essential later in the story
Pokemon to be caught:
Brief Description:
Notable RP backstory (for anything they do that we might want to remember):
Creator: |
52,565 | 1,425 | 11 | 2,091 | 3,318 | Perri GuthrieLo Town - Pokemon Sanctuary - Early Morning - Interacting With: Lisette Ouch, her words lashed out at him like a whip!... or, well, he wanted to convey that in the most dramatic mannerism, but something... intercepted Perri before he even got the chance to do so. This was like the event from earlier before with that Fearow!
Perri instantly jumped back a bit, his heart almost doing the same as he distanced himself just a tinge from the Crobat that caught him off-guard. His right arm was raised up just a little, in case he had to block anything... but above all, he kept his smile. Even as it faltered a bit as he furrowed his brows at the screeching pokemon, he never let it completely dissipate.
While he stood... defiantly and confidently against the bat, Lumino wasn't as courageous as the boy, surprised by the new adversary as he hopped back too, releasing a sweet smelling scent into the air around them all. After that, Lumino tried to match Perri's bravery with a fighting stance, but the attempt fell flat way before he even got the chance.
Even so, he still squinted, lips and limbs trembling a bit as the bat screeched in their faces.
But yet, that wasn't enough to deter the boy. Quizzically, he leaned his head to the side, raising a brow at what she meant. "Eh? Whaddya mean flirting," he mused, relaxing a little despite the menacing bat in the way. "First ya insult me, then you have the gall to sic your boyfriend on me," Perri's body dropped a bit, his eyes seemingly welling up as he pouted just a bit.
He could only bet she was going to roll her eyes and say something insulting, with her Crobat descending further on him, sooooooooooo.
"... even after I complimented you. There's a difference between that and flirting Missy," he chided playfully, his mood almost doing a complete 180 that it might freak some others out. His lips and brows were furrowed as he raised a finger towards the girl, taking one step forward. The Crobat wouldn't of been able to scare him off... but it still could rupture his eardrums...
... speaking of Crobats.
"Regardless, I dunno whether to call your Crobat a jerk for ruining my fun, or a sweetheart fer protecting you, buuuuuut," he drew out the but for a while before swiftly crammed his hand into his pocket, performing a vibrant twirl, one of his hands outstretched out as he spun a bit... before jamming his foot into the ground. Lumino followed suit for the whole act, albeit a few seconds behind and not as confidently as Perri, but still.
"I've been looking for a pokemon to test this thing out on... and before you ask, I need to buy some stupid expansion pack in Sinnoh if I want to get any info on Lumino here," he grumbled the last part out with a grin, pressing a button to scan over the Crobat to get what information he could out of it.
Crobat, a Poison and Flying type Pokemon (Saffron's Annual Music Festival is almost here! Pre-order your tickets now to win a chance at performing on stage with the band, Own Tempo). It flies so silently through the dark on its four wings (Want a slice of the sophisticated life? Stop by Dedene Cheesecake Emporium today) that it may not be noticed even when nearby (Looking for a Summer getaway? Come travel on one of Vermillion Cities elegant cruises as we tour around multiple regions, including Alola! Tickets go on sale in a couple of months).
Perri... honestly couldn't stifle an eye twitch as he shook his head lightly, his smile instantly evaporating and turning in a light frown of sorts. Lumino followed suit by pouting and crossing his arms, staring up at the device. The boy just slowly pocketed the device before ruffling his hair.
"I swear to god, I hope most of our money did not go towards paying for adware," he groaned loudly, sighing as he walked past the Crobat, not caring to acknowledge how it might try to ward him off in any way, shape or form. Still, don't get annoyed, this isn't as bad as it seems.
... though he did want to go off on one of his tangents again.
Leaning on the wall, he rested for a bit sighing as he looked over to the girl, who honestly just appeared like she didn't just... well.
"Y'know Missy, you really don't look like y'wanna be here," he just blurted out, not bothering to add any tact or flamboyance to his mannerisms; the Roserade just stood by his legs, eyeing both the tall girl and get Crobat.
"Impatient for the main event to start, I'm guessin'," he leaned a bit forward, smiling a bit as he waggled his finger outwards, giggling just a bit. | Perri Guthrie
"Heya cutie, what's up?~"
Basic Information
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Standing at a straight six feet and nothing more, Perri is a rather tall individual and it doesn't look like he's getting any taller. His physique, from the looks of it seems to be fairly slender; along with that his visage does seem to lean a bit on feminine. However, from the only set of skin being displayed on his shoulders and arms, he does look to take care of himself... even more so when you get down to the athletic body. You can thank his dad for the yoga and dance lessons for his flexibility and small amounts of muscle... though he does take care to run early in the mornings as well.
Moving on, his complexion is basically fair, with nothing special to make it stand out. His face seems to be in almost a circular shape, if you ignore how the part around his mandible starts to curve down sharply. His wild, unkempt, naturally white hair is actually more of a style as opposed to being lazy and not combing it in the morning since there's a method to his madness. Finally, Perri's eyes are a cerulean hue, just like his fathers.
For clothing, well... Perri almost always manages to find a piece of clothing that looks peculiar to the point where it might stand out, mainly looking for anything that is a shade of purple. The jacket he wears above looks rather strange with a distinct lack of sleeves for his shoulders. The jacket displays numerous amounts of lines which form to make a triangle on the front and the back of his body. However, the part that sticks out the most to him is the white hood which looks to barely be attached to the jacket. Perri just ignores it, mainly in the fact that it matches his hair. The jacket was also a part of a set as displayed by the pants and the purple portions streaking off the sides.
Aside from the set, the other portions of clothing included are - a black sleeveless turtleneck, some white gauze which seems to be more for style than actually covering up wounds, some black gloves, black shoes, and his bicolored goggles.
Birthplace:
Saffron City
Current Hometown:
Celadon City
Personal Information
Personality:
The easiest way to describe Perri at just one glance is that he is outrageously outgoing with a mischievous and playful attitude to boot... heck, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that his default personality is constantly set on flirty.
For the most part, he seems to act like the kind of guy who would throw caution to the wind and it shows for half of the stuff he likes doing. For starters, he loves trying to tease people and get them flustered in the process, vehemently pursuing that path until he is successful. And once he is? He attempts to find a different way to mess around with them. Still, there's more silver-lining to him than trying to toy with other people.
Despite it all, he does try to come off as an affable person in the best way he can, despite his somewhat unruly nature. More or less, everything is all in good fun for him; hurting people is not always on his agenda unless he really has to. Regardless, when it comes to his friends feelings and messing around, he is a bit dense and callous, per say. Perri will most likely push a person to their limits without even realizing it and the only way to get him to end those shenanigans is a genuine, somewhat irked stop to his face. He'll get the issue and back off... well, at least for the while.
Along with that, he tries to come off as cool, collected, and confident when approaching other people. So far he has only gotten the latter nailed down, with the former two's mileage varying. For the latter, he always approaches a task with his trademark smile, ready to tackle it down!... as long as it is within his capabilities. For the former, well, he does seem to act a bit flamboyant and as if the limelight is constantly shining on him. Putting a finger to his lips, winking, or ending his sentences in a playful, if not sing song voice is par for the course.
Even with these parts of him, Perri is a dedicated person and when he does focus on something and takes it seriously, he will focus and take it seriously. No flair, no cutesy stuff, just pure undulated resolve... well, sometimes he'll act with flair, but that's not the point. The list of things he takes seriously ranges from yoga, dancing, running, and that's currently about it. Despite this all, Perri is also very much open to trying new things; hell, he might even find a new interest that he can dedicate himself to aside from the current trio! I mean, it does help with what he wants to make himself out to be, right?
So yeah, despite his ups and downs, Perri is just an over the top guy who likes trying out new things, acts a bit stereotypically girlish to some extent and acts somewhat callous when it comes to some peoples emotions, who wants to make some friends!
Ambition:
Despite how strange it would be to undertake a journey like this, Perri aspires to be a screenwriter... or author... or actor... yeah, he honestly is a bit unsure of which of these paths to undertake. Honestly, getting out of the house with a clear head should give him a better idea, and heck, maybe he might change his professions! While he does have a nigh insatiable thirst to see most of the world (since he's kinda only seen bits and pieces), there is another reason he wants to go around.
While these are his ambitions, Perri is open to trying out new things; like, for example, when living in Hearthome City, his dad showed him his inspiration for becoming a dance and yoga instructor - the Contest Hall. From the spectacle he saw, Perri was pretty enamored with the prospect of performing on that stage (despite how terrifying it probably was to him), or taking on gyms to challenge the league after his mom relived her exploits in Kalos. Trying to participate in a Pokeathalon in Johto (dance, yoga, and running, whoo!), surfing across Alola, the list goes on.
Hmm... now that he has the chance, maybe he could challenge the Indigo League... now that would be a pretty fun prospect.~
Hero:
If he would have to choose a role model, it would have to be the actor Connie Leblanc. Honestly, Perri doesn't understand how the man does what he does, fitting into different roles in different movies, but it's honestly such a cool thing. One second he's the protagonist of the movie "The Aura Within," and next he plays a slapstick hilarious and bumbling antagonist in "Off Beat, Own Tempo." Honestly, the man is just a talented genius and one of his inspirations for going out and trying a whole bunch of new things.
The last time Perri heard of him, he was at a movie shoot in Kanto as a secondary character. Fingers crossed that he can get the guys autograph! That would be so friggin' bad ass!
Inventory Information
Pokedollars:
$1000
Items:
N/A
Basic Information - Starter Pokemon
Nickname:
Sissi
Species:
Scyther
Gender:
Female
Health:
100%
Ability:
Technician - Increases power of moves with 60 base power or less by 50%.
Highest Level Move:
Focus Energy
Personal Information - Starter Pokemon
Personality:
For the most part, Scyther seems to be a rather closed off and stubborn individual, a personality that seemingly mocks and scorns Perri's... if not for her other traits. She enjoys acting tough around other pokemon, if not only to survive but to appear cool and badass to the point where she seemingly ends up driving other pokemon off from time to time... which sucks for her a lot.
Like Perri, she seems to conduct herself with a certain amount of flair both outside and in battles, and enjoys showing off a lot. This leads her to looking a little bit like a tryhard in the process, but still, that makes her mesh even more with Perri!
Along with that, she does try to act motherly when she can, though for the most part it's keeping a pokemon safe and nourishing them back to full health. Sure, they'll just run off in terror afterwards and sure they're a free meal, but... but she isn't just hungry at the moment, ok?! Jeez...
Backstory:
Scyther seems to be pretty old, but in truth, she's probably just a little bit older than most pokemon around the sanctuary. She does recall the day she came there after hunting some pokemon. The bug decided she liked the placed, shrugged and made her home in the sanctuary. Honestly, she's actually quite enjoyed the place and the variety of pokemon and have never left... unless it's to go out hunting. Strangely enough, she refuses to fight and eat any of the pokemon in the sanctuary... it's rather strange.
However, for the most part, her life has been a somewhat lonely one, trying to show off, driving pokemon away from her "territory." Hell, she's pretty sure an Elekid wandered in trying to fight her! No reason to, just went in and blam. Scyther honestly kind of hates it and as of late, has been considering on returning to the wilds outside the sanctuary.
Parent InformationBlake Guthrie
Parent(s) or Guardian(s) Appearance:
Perri's father is a behemoth of a man, towering over his son himself at an immense height of six feet and five inches; tall enough to give a Ursaring a run for its money! His bright cerulean eyes have dulled as he has gotten older and he seems to have a super casual appearance. The man looks to be in his late thirties and has a inquisitive look on his face at all times. He can typically be seen with glasses set on his face, a gray sweatshirt with some equally bland workout pants and some black running shoes.
Along with that, his father sports broad shoulders and has a bit of muscle sticking out here and there. His face is very, very unshaven with his short, messy black beard contrasting his tightly wounded white hair; it looks like he dyed it that color, judging by the black roots at the midst of his hair. Blake also seems to contrast his son a bit, having a subdued, laid-back demeanor.
Parent(s) or Guardian (s) Backstory:
Perri's father isn't exactly a Kanto native, judging by his mannerisms and pokemon of choice. Instead, he hails from the region of Sinnoh; a quaint place filled with legends of space and time, the usual gyms... and contests!
Unlike his son, Blake started his journey at the humble age of eleven and was quite the cocky little fire cracker back then. It wouldn't hurt to say that he was a little bit like his future son, but for now lets forget that. Like most boys from Jublife City, he had one simple goal - be the very best and beat the pokemon league! There were many squabbles over who was the best...
Regardless, on one faithful day, all the children were prepped and ready to go on their journey with their parents accompanying them for a bit as they assisted their children in catching their first pokemon... and it turns out most of the boys were going for Shinx's, including Blake.
Of course, what he didn't expect was to overshoot his pokeball and accidentally caught a resting Budew. While he didn't want the pokemon at first, his parents insisted on him keeping it... at much to his chagrin, he did. Due to his sour mood, he honestly didn't think of very many positive nicknames for it, but after some well needed assistance from his parents (and identifying the gender, of course), they all went with the name Lumino.
Eventually, it was time to say good byes and they all left their parents behind, some with tears in their eyes. Blake traveled with a large clique of friends, which ensured not a whole lot of trouble would ensure, other than the occasional older trainer or pokemon...
... fast forwarding a few months, the lot of them were stronger and tougher, just like their pokemon! Some even grew a bit, physically and mentally, but that's not important right now. What is important is that during this time the whole group had arrived in Hearthome City, two gym badges in tow and ready to challenge the gym leader.
A few of Blake's friends dragged him along to the contest hall, hoping to see some performances... what they got, instead was a chance to end up participating in a pokemon contest with other people! They all entered the contest in hopes of earning the clothes and chance at participating! They even peer pressured Blake into signing up...
Lo and behold, Blake ended up being the one to star in it all, much to is irritation. He was just thinking of flunking it all as they pampered him up and as he practiced for his performance...
... what he got instead was second place and looking as if he had the time of his life. Sure, he wouldn't forget that day as he was interested in coming back there... but that time in his life caused a bit of an internal revolution. His enthusiasm dwindled bit by bit as he challenged each of the gyms, always thinking about the contest hall, always yearning a bit to go back for more.
... so it was no surprise when Blake was one of the first few people to be eliminated in the tournament for becoming the champion. His friends noted that he wasn't as downtrodden as they thought he would be. Weird...
While none of them ended up making it to the champion, much less the elite four, they had a huge blast and came to terms with themselves. Some came to the conclusion that they would want to pursue another profession while a few others kept clinging on to that dream of becoming champion... but Blake?
As his life went on, Blake went on to become a performer at the Hearthome Contest Hall when he was older, but never rose up to fame like many of the other stars. This didn't deject him as later on he would find other hobbies as well and eventually came to open a dance/yoga studio in Hearthome.
When he grew older, he became more curious about the world as well outside of Sinnoh and decided to pack up all he could grab, began studying how to speak a different language and moved to Kalos. It was honestly a whole culture shock when he arrived, bewildered and amazed... probably a bit pissed that he didn't visit sooner.
While it did take some time, Blake eventually reopened up his dance/yoga studio and caught the eye of a young pupil - a serious business woman who seemed to be a bit younger than him. Eventually, said pupil had to stop visiting during the day, but came in for much more private lessons. Eventually things grew intimate and within a few months it was obvious she was pregnant with the soon to be Perri. They were quickly wed afterwards.
During the pregnancy, the company had Blake's wife, Giselle relocate to another region. Packing his bags up once again, the duo and their soon to be child moved to Kanto. After going through the process before, Blake was able to reopen his studio (again) and began performing the same things as he did in Kalos and in Sinnoh.
Eventually, while living in Saffron City, the family finally brought their third member into the world - Perri. Going on maternity leave, the duo did their best to raise their child during this time before Giselle would eventually have to return to work. They ensured that during this time he would grow up to be a strong boy they could be proud of.
And as it turns out, they got what they bargained for... and probably a lot more.
At first, Perri seemed a little quiet and distant... until he got his first friend. It was honestly really surprising to see him turn into a firecracker during these years, especially after what the duo saw; Blake and Giselle wondered if he was somehow drinking their coffee in the morning...
Regardless, Blake continued living his life with his wife and child... until down the road they had to ship out of Saffron City when their son was five. From here on out, they were months on end, changing regions as if they were going out of style. Their stay ranged from six months to a year. And with the constant switching between region, Blake noticed something with their son. Call it intuition, but he felt the boy might not being growing up the proper way he needed.
Blake was afraid there might be some disconnect with their child and talked it over with Giselle over getting a permanent stay in one region... or at least a stay that would allow their child to properly mature and grow with other kids.
At the age of thirteen, Perri and his parents were relocated to Celadon. And within those few months, Blake learned his wife had gotten a well earned promotion. However, she was required to stay in Saffron City, which pained both the parents. It would be easier to pack up shop, but Blake and Giselle sort of felt this would be better for their son. Promising to visit them every weekend, she took off back to working, staying true to her promise.
On all three ends, the trio began to develop healthy friendships. Perri had began losing that part of him Blake had noticed and was thankful for it as he began to spend time with his own newfound friends. Though, there was a sneaking suspicion on his part that there was still something off...
Regardless, after three years and no moving, Blake decided it was not only good enough for Perri to start his pokemon journey, but it had been wa-a-a-ay too long for this. Working together, Blake and Perri managed to learn about Lo Town, a quaint place not too far from here. While Blake was disappointed that it was on a day his wife couldn't come home, Perri seemed ecstatic.
After talking it over with Giselle, Blake signed Perri up for this excursion.
... and so starts a new end... and yet, the start of a new beginning.
Family Pokemon:
Lumino - Roserade - Male - Natural Cure
His father's pokemon, Lumino is very, very close with Perri to the point where Perri teases his mom about Lumino functioning as his "mom." Despite this all, the pokemon seems to be only comfortable around his partner, Blake, and his family... but if left alone around anyone else, the Roserade just might shrink back a bit. Along with that, he sort of functions as the mascot of Blake's dance/yoga studio. Used to dance around with Perri when younger, but not so much anymore.
Sometimes helps around the house, assisting Perri, Blake, or Giselle whenever they need help. |
52,566 | 1,425 | 12 | 2,033 | 9,300 | ~Lisette~
Lisette hardly listened to the guy. Or rather, the more he spoke the less she cared about what he was saying. She rested a hand on Mal's back, scratching him behind the ears affectionately and earning a pleased purr from the pokemon. Really, she was paying more attention to Mal instead of the boy. A bit rude, perhaps, but she didn't know the guy. Still, the more he spoke the less he seemed like one of those delinquent pretty boys and more just socially inept.
"Look here," She said with a low scoff. "You're obviously an idiot and not too good at this social stuff. You walk up to a random person and start 'complimenting' them they're obviously going to take that as you hitting on them. Especially someone of the opposite gender." She replied with a sharp tone, obviously mildly annoyed. "Luckily for you, I'm nice enough to ignore it. Next girl though, might think you're a creep. You look enough like one." She stretched, raising her arms over her head, giving Perri quite the view thanks to her rather not entirely modest clothing.
"So get lost before I do something that'll get me in trouble." She brushed Mal on the head again, turning her back to Perri and walking off. "Come on, Mal. I wanna talk to you about something." The crobat gave a pleased cry before swiftly following after Lisette, leaving Perri on his own. Though not before the Crobat gave him one last glare. Unless Perri decided to follow her - which would be all around a bad idea - eventually she'd stop some distance away, though they still had a clear view of the sanctuary.
"Alright...so, Mal." She sighed. "This'll probably be the last little outing we'll have together for awhile, huh?" She said to the Crobat. Mal, gave a small cry of seeming disappointment. "So...I was thinkin you help me with one last thing before I head off completely, yeah?" This seemed to get the crobat's attention, he eagerly flitted to Lisette's front, listening with rapt attention. She grinned. "Alright, I can always count on you, huh? Alright, so...I'm not really fond of waitin' around like this. I was thinkin' we find ourselves a way in and head off ahead of everyone else. Not only will it give us a head start, I don't have to wait around on everyone else."
"Crobat!~" Mal replied excitedly.
"Haha, you're excited, aren't you? Alright...so if you can scout the place that'd be great. See if you can find a way in - I'll need your help to catch a pokemon anyways. In the meantime I'll see if I can find anything else. After you're done, I'll be around the city. Pretty sure you could find me easily enough." Crobat gave Lisette a salute with one of his wings before zipping off to recon the exterior of the sanctuary. In the meantime, Lisette walked back towards where she had been earlier - hopefully that moron would be gone by now. She wanted to investigate herself further.
Nothing was standing out to her, though. There wasn't much she could do in broad daylight without appearing too suspicious. Ideally before breaking and entering a place you had a day or so to do some staking out, as they say. She only had a few hours.
Hm.
There were those to lazy morons hanging around and smoking...they were getting a few glares from the adults around them. Smoking and drinking were bad, yo. At least, she assumed they were drinking from what they had in their cooler. Hmm. Maybe they could have some information about what was going on in the windows at the bottom floor? They seemed like they might have some information at least. She could probably do some harmless asking, passing it off as a tourist interested in how things worked here...hm, now that was a wonderful idea.
"Hey," She said as she approached the two boys. "You two seem like you could be doing something better with your time." She gave them an aggressive smirk. "Not that I care too much...spare a few questions for an interested tourist about the sanctuary here? You guys seem pretty interested in the windows." | Name: Raynard Richelieu 'Ray'
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:
You'd be forgiven for thinking this 5'5" lazy guy is in fact, a girl. He doesn't really do much to dissuade this fact, with his surprisingly fashionable sense and a bit of makeup he looks pretty much exactly like one. He even goes a bit out of his way to do so, given he is not masculine in the slightest. He has naturally effeminate features, with extremely long blond hair that falls to his waist. He has a dainty, fairly frail body, though it's clear he does at least take some care of his physical health and is fairly agile on his feet.
He can often be seen sucking on some sort of hard candy.
Personality: On the surface? Lackadaisical and generally a bit of a lazy free loader with a thirst for adventure and travel, hardly ever staying in one place for long. He's a fairly friendly sort, and can typically get along well with most people given they aren't irredeemable jackasses.
Even so, he himself has a bit of a problem forming long-lasting emotional bonds with people and always seems to distance himself from those around him, hardly staying in one place for more than a few days at a time. Often, he spends more days flying on the back of his trusted Pidgeot.
Seems he might be into some shady stuff? Who knows. Seems like he has a lot of shady friends, at least.
History:
The middle child of the Richelieu family, and the one who often got caught in the middle of the disputes between his younger and older sisters. He himself, didn't have much of a history to note when growing up, he simply went along with whatever his sisters were doing, which perhaps resulted in him picking up a few girlish traits in the process though he doesn't particularly see much of a problem with this.
When he was sixteen, he left on his pokemon journey with a Pidgey he had befriended one day and a pocket full of change and a backpack of a few supplies. Just upped and left one day with a note and a brief goodbye to Lisette, promising to drop by occasionally. His first trip through Kanto was a little more than both interesting and at times, dangerous since he was so ill prepared, but in the end he had visited all the cities, and moved on to Johto a much more powerful and a bit more learned trainer.
After that, he headed off to Hoenn after a brief stop home and hasn't looked back since.
Pidgeot: Quill
Female
Highest Move known: Tail Wind
Creator: Please don't use without permission.
Pokemon being used in the Sanctuary: (will not be essential later in the story
Pokemon to be caught:
Brief Description:
Notable RP backstory (for anything they do that we might want to remember):
Creator: |
52,567 | 1,425 | 13 | 2,390 | 249 | Kaleo Sima || 10 || Lo Town || None || Robin
Why was he even doing this? The thought never left Kaleo's mind as he tilted the crumpled map in every direction other than right side up. The words and color coated lines were becoming blurry to the teal eyed boy, and once he couldn't tell the difference between green and red, he decided that it was probably time to take a break.
And Kaleo did just that, once again finding a secluded area (this time it was a bench) right under the shade of a tree and plopped down, Hana taking a spot right beside him. The two sat in silence for quite a while, Kaleo taking deep breaths to calm himself down and Hana watching as people gave them fond looks as they walked by. Hana knew that the boy was clearly annoyed, but had no idea how to relieve this annoyance without making it worse, which ultimately led to breaking things.
As the Bellossom thought long and hard on something to alleviate Kaleo's worries, said boy reached into his bag and pulled out a book. Alarms rang in the small pokemon's head as he knew all too well that Kaleo would start to tune out the world and very possibly miss the main event because it. Without even thinking, Hana jumped up and swiped the book away with a little green arm and smacked the crumpled map into the boy's face.
It probably wasn't the best way to get the boy's attention, but it was a "Code Red" as Thahn liked to call it. The map hid Kaleo's slight frown as he reached up and pulled the map away from his face, only to blink in slight recognition. "What to do after you leave Lo Town"...why did that sound so familiar? He probably had seen it before in his attempts to leave the town. And it was probably better to go to that event then to to tell Thahn that he spent his time reading and finishing the four books he packed for his adventure.
Not to mention it being a question that Kaleo had on the back of his mind since he sent his application. What was he suppose to be doing? Catch pokemon? Train them like his father? Breed them like his mom? He didn't know who he wanted to be yet, so maybe going to something like this would be help AND get Thahn off of his back.
Now that sounded like a plan... The brown haired boy thought as he hopped off the bench and picked up Hana and scurried off to make the event on time.
It took five minutes for Kaleo to find the event; the large sign with the colorful letters was hard to miss. From what he could see, it was a small outside event, consisting mostly of children with their parents sitting on the grassy ground and talking among themselves. He could count everyone on his fingers as they all gave him a welcoming gaze, with Kaleo lowering his head a little in recognition before sitting down and placing Hana on his lap.
Being the socially awkward boy he was, Kaleo faced away from the other people waiting for the class, playing with the flowers on Hana's head, much to the pokemon's annoyance. He had planned to mind his own business until a boy, a few years older than Kaleo, plopped himself down next to said boy. His piercing golden yellow eyes met teal ones, but only for a moment, as Kaleo was easily intimidated and looked away; not before catching sight of his mouth contorting to a smirk.
The child was about to slide away from the stranger to give him some space, but instead a long arm reached over and wrapped around his shoulder, pulling in closer. Kaleo took note of how much red was on this guy. Red hair, red hood, heck, even red specks of paint on his shirt.
"Aw~ What's Little Boy Blu doing all by himself? Need a friend?" He asked, his voice a lot smoother and more condescending then what the other expected.
Kaleo shook his head slowly before starting to squirm, hoping that would be more than enough to let the guy know he wanted to be left alone; even Hana showed these signs.
The older boy gave Kaleo a boyish grin as he let the kid go, but not before ruffling his hair.
"Well, aren't you a little feisty! You could have just told me if I was being too touchy..." Despite his words, the red haired boy's face remained unchanging. "I like to go by Robin. Got a name, kid?" He then questioned. Despite Kaleo looking away from the older boy, the older boy still knew that he was listening. He was probably use to being 'ignored'.
Letting out a sigh and not wanting to be rude, Kale reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tiny notepad in which he wrote his name on it and presented it to Robin. Unlike most, Robin didn't seem too thrown off by the notepad and instead took it with a stride.
"...Jay? Like the bird?" Robin's smile faltered for a brief moment before returning. Kaleo noticed this however and was now facing him, nodding slowly. "Heh, you kinda look like one...and someone else I know." He trailed off, smirking as Kaleo leaned forward curiously, the little class he had came for slowly becoming obsolete in his mind. | Name:
Kaleo Sima
Age:
10
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Kaleo is a short and petite boy, who stands around four feet and four inches tall, with short wavy brown hair, sharp teal eyes and surprisingly pale skin from staying inside all of the time. Regardless of the weather, Kaleo wears a teal colored jack with a white shirt underneath, gray pants, dark brown boots, and a black backpack that holds his small notepad and books to read.
Hometown:
Cerulean City
Pokedollars:
1000
Items:
None
Personality:
Kaleo is a very reserved mute boy with a face made of stone. Most see him as emotionless, as even getting a laugh out of him is strenuous to borderline impossible. Around strangers, Kaleo is distant, his mind usually being elsewhere to avoid being asked anything. He can be very antisocial and shy among most people and Pokemon. However, once he begins to warm up to you, Kaleo is a sweet, kind, and extremely gentle young boy who would stick to you like white on rice. While not as brave as he wishes he could be, Kaleo does hold a wise air about him, despite his age. He's rather smart when it comes to Pokemon, however, since he doesn't spend much time outside, Kaleo has yet to see most of the Pokemon he already has information on, leading to the boy cowering in fear at the sight of their much large real life forms...
Ambition:
In all honesty, Kaleo would much prefer to stay home and just read some books, but his grandparents ultimately had to beg and plead for the boy to at least think about obtaining his first pokemon. After reading a bit more into it, Kaleo realized how much he could really do once he got his first pokemon. He knew he had a drive to learn how to take care of himself and take of others, so his main goals for this adventure would definitely be to understand what it means to be a battler as well as a breeder who can tend to pokemon when they are in need, the two things that defined his parents for him. Kaleo wants to be like both of his parents so that the other is represented within him, but is obviously conflicted since he doesn't know which one he likes more; he's more or less doing everything so that his parents can be proud of him when they come back.
Hero:
Kaleo looks up greatly to his parents. Despite note being able to meet them, he's heard plenty of stories from his grandparents on the feats that they've accomplished. His mother was a pokemon breeder who became a nomadic traveler that helped those in need whenever she saw they needed it. His father, however, was more into battling, and even challenged the league after acquiring all of the gym badges. Kaleo nor his grandparents have any idea what happened to his parents. They could be out there, or might as well be dead. Kaleo looks up to them regardless and wants to be like the both of the when he grows up.
Appearance:
Thahn is a tall old man in his early sixties with long white hair tied in a low ponytail, light brown eyes,
pale wrinkled skin, and a small white beard. He often wears a simple white t-shirt with dark pants and shoes.
Having almost an obsession with gardening, Thahn always has on a hunter green gardening apron with darker pockets.
Background:
Thahn grew up in Cerulean City, watching as the world went by. He was never the strongest child out there, so he often resorted to other activities like drawing and reading to satisfy his needs. It wasn't until his mother encouraged him to come and garden with her that Thahn found his true passion. While he did enjoy pokemon and their company, he knew battling was not for him. Day after day, week after week, Thahn would spent his time, and evidently the rest of his life, gardening. He met plenty of pokemon that would stumble into his parents garden and play with them before heading back inside. This garden is also where he caught his lifelong friend Hana the Oddish (now Bellossom).
Fast forward a few years to when Thahn has his son, or Kaleo's father, Alto. Alto had to be the exact opposite of Thahn, as all he wanted to do was go out and battle pokemon. Not battle WITH pokemon, but physically attack them. Luckily, he was also a very weak child and could never do much against the small pokemon that would come by his garden. Thahn noted Alto's resolve to be a trainer and battle other pokemon, that he helped his son catch his first pokemon in the very same garden that he caught Hana. Once he was old enough, Alto went out on his own journey, leaving Thahn and his wife back at home.
The days without Alto had been slow and quiet, while the ones where he had come back to visit and tell stories of his adventures had been filled with excitement and joy. One of those days in particular showed Thahn how much of a man Alto had become. He brought home a girl with absolutely stunning teal eyes, brown hair and tan skin; her name was Kanon. Thahn knew right off the bat that they would stay with each other forever, and to this day, he still believes in that statement.
It was a bit of a shock, when the next thing he hears about Alto is through letter and in the form of a mere toddler handing it to him. Kaleo, only being a few years old was supposedly abandoned by Alto and Kanon, but Thahn knew better. Instead of asking, Thahn took the child in, one that was much more like him than Alto was. He stayed inside all the time, never spoke and read books all day until he passed out. He was a strange child indeed, one that Thahn vowed to keep safe until he was old enough to go out into the world just like Alto did.
Pokemon:
As stated in the background, Thahn pokemon of choice is Hana the Bellossom. Kaleo absolutely adores the small flower pokemon and would do anything to keep it safe. Hana would often try to get Kaleo up and about instead of reading all the time, and Kaleo almost always falls for it. Whenever the later is sad, Hana gives as many cuddles as possible until he feels better. Hana basically acts like an older sibling to Kaleo.
Nickname:
Hoshi
Species:
Cleffa
Health:
100%
No Status Conditions
Highest Level Move:
Magical Leaf
Gender:
Male
Ability:
Magic Guard: Prevents pokemon from getting hit by indirect attacks
Personality:
Hoshi is a rather bubbly and bold Cleffa, one that isn't really afraid of people and most of the time would actively try to get their attention. He loves battling, and will o anything to get into the fray, but knows when it's time to be serious. Very loving and is always oriented to those that give him attention.
Backstory:
Cleffa wasn't always sunshine and flowers when he first came to the sanctuary. Only just been brought in, the pokemon was extremely fragile; no one could touch him without feeling the immense trembling radiated from him. After a bit of investigating, it was believed that Cleffa's original home was abusive towards him and those in the house. It took several months for the Cleffa to look at humans, let alone become who is now. |
52,568 | 1,426 | 0 | 620 | 422 | Story of Seasons: Greener PasturesA Harvest Moon & Story of Seasons Role-Play
Spring: Fresh Beginnings
The winter snow melted earlier this year than usual, with most of the snow being gone by the 28th of Winter. The Spring had shown up in full bloom, with the warm weather and wild critters running about in excitement as the cold, barren snow was gone. This was a new year for Hope Valley, something that the place needed. The valley itself wasn't as thriving as it used to be but it made ends meat. Chester was one of the people behind the inception for the rebirth of the valley, second to the Harvest Goddess herself of course, who was bringing new townsfolk into the picture. Chester was just answering her call by providing the opportunities for the new sprouts of Hope Valley to bloom in it. The newcomers to Hope Valley had been consistent for the past two years, all coming in and helping Hope Valley's attempt at rebirth. This new year would hopefully be the same for the town.
Chester's morning had been a busy one like usual. The first day of Spring meant that the following day would be the Sprout Festival, the day where villagers and tourists (who actually came to Hope Valley) alike would be planting flower seeds throughout Flower Park for the Spring. Chester had sent Frankie to school and was now posting up signs for more volunteers for the festival. He had gotten a decent amount of townsfolk to volunteer during the winter, but he knew he could get more people involved if he tried harder. Chester was killing two birds with one stone though, as he was in the town square, near the docks, posting up sign-up sheets, and waiting to see any fresh faces off the boats. Newcomers always looked a bit dazed and confused, which was how the mayor of Hope Valley could tell who was who, plus they tended to not have their cameras out like tourists did.
"This could be the year, huh?" Chester said, looking towards the sky. He knew the Harvest Goddess could hear him, but he also knew she wouldn't talk back. | Name: Ruby Doer
Birth Date: Winter 18
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Profession: Blacksmith.
Need a tool upgraded? Need some clippers or a milker perhaps? Maybe you want to get some cheese makers for your farm or just need a part made of metal? Well Ruby is your girl! She also dabbles in jewelry a bit, and although she doesn't advertise that fact, you can find a some of her creations in her shop to buy.
Physical Info
Appearance:
While Ruby has some intimating features, being 5'8" and rather muscular, it's pretty easy to see she's a gentle person. She prefers to keep her hair tied back in some way, usually in braids, as it keeps her hair out of her face. She usually has a small smile on her face, though often the it doesn't reach her soft brown eyes. She has the ribbon tied around her arm because she thinks its a cute touch to her attire, but is embarrassed to say so.
Attire/Style: Ruby feels most comfortable in her work clothes (like she has on in the above picture), which is to say she doesn't have much style going on. But secretly at home, she has quite a few cute dresses that shes trying to work up the nerve to wear sometime. Can also be seen sporting some protective eye wear whenever she goes into the mines to gather up some ore or sharpening tools. It's not uncommon to see her sweaty or covered dirt and grime because of her line of work.
Mental Info
Personality: If you were to go up and talk to Ruby, one of the first things you would notice about her was that she would do her best not to look you in the eye, preferring to keep her gaze to the ground. She's somewhat shy and awkward when it comes to speaking to people, even to people she's known for a little while. She's very polite and formal, but distant towards people. She lacks confidence when it comes to making friends, and wants to try her best to make some but often ends up bailing out of attempts (though shes trying to work on this by the time she comes to Hope Valley). She does care about people though and will do her best to help anyone that comes to her with any sort of problem.
While she lacks confidence in her people skills, she's fully confident in her work skills. She takes great pride in everything she makes or fixes and even though she tries to avoid confrontation, she will defend her work avidly. She's quick to rise in the morning to get her work started and very seldom takes breaks, especially on projects she is excited for. She feels more comfortable around people when they're in her shop and talking to them about a job they want her to do. She also tries to be fair about her prices and will even lower her cost if the person is in a tight spot at the moment.
Likes:
Any kind of ore
All jewels
Daisies
Tomato soup
Rain or snowy weather
Work
Visiting the church
Dislikes:
Being the center of attention
Running (but does it anyways because she feels as her legs don't get any sort of good work out if she doesn't)
Junk ore (what is she supposed to do with this? Why did you give it to her?)
Difficult customers
Squash
Staying up late
History: Ruby comes from a long line of blacksmiths, and along with her older sister, was brought up to be one as well. She enjoyed working with her family quite a bit, but as time passed, she wondered if she should be setting out to set her own shop somewhere, to see if she could hold her own without any of her family around to help her. But setting off for an unknown town, filled with people she didn't know, made her feel uneasy. That is, until she got a dream about a little town called Hope Valley. Feeling like the dream might have been a sign from Harvest Goddess, Ruby looked into it and found that Hope Valley was close to being a ghost town and was in need of more people and businesses to come in, one of them being a blacksmith. While still a bit nervous about leaving home, Ruby realized that this was the opportunity she had been looking for and quickly packed up. One teary goodbye with her family later and she was on her way to Hope Valley, ready to start her new life and business. |
52,569 | 1,426 | 1 | 2,033 | 9,325 | ~Nara~
Ugh, mornings.
One of her most favorite times of the day, yet at the same time one of her most loathed times of the day. She loved the cold morning air, and often liked to spend mornings outdoors among the forest. At the same time though...mornings. Who liked them? Sleeping in was one of her favorite pastimes. It meant she had nothing to do. No work that needed doing, no potions needed brewing, magic testing, local villagers to trick, or otherwise no work whatsoever. Granted, being as old as she was and as generally lax about work in general as she was...well. 'Work' was something she did very rarely.
Unlike the majority of this week. She had been working her butt off making sure her home was...presentable. In the last few months people visiting Hope Valley had been steadily increasing. She may be...what the locals called a 'witch', living out in the middle of a forest but that didn't mean her home had to look the part. Though, being a large two-story wooden house built next to a large tree was not exactly a first class residence. Oh certainly it was comfortable for her. She wasn't exactly one to ever have need of any fancy rooms. A roof over her head and food was generally luxury enough for her.
With a stretch, she tossed the broom into a closet. Whew, she hadn't manually swept the floor in what fell like ages. Ugh, how could people do something like that on a daily basis. Poor, magickless people. It was a good thing she already decided to help these new comers by offering her services to them occasionally. If they asked nicely. And paid her a fortune.
What? Money was always good to have.
Putting on her cloak, Nara left her home and headed towards the town. It'd take a bit of walking considering her home was in the middle of the forest, but hopefully she'd be there to meet any fun new people arriving. | Name: Ruby Doer
Birth Date: Winter 18
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Profession: Blacksmith.
Need a tool upgraded? Need some clippers or a milker perhaps? Maybe you want to get some cheese makers for your farm or just need a part made of metal? Well Ruby is your girl! She also dabbles in jewelry a bit, and although she doesn't advertise that fact, you can find a some of her creations in her shop to buy.
Physical Info
Appearance:
While Ruby has some intimating features, being 5'8" and rather muscular, it's pretty easy to see she's a gentle person. She prefers to keep her hair tied back in some way, usually in braids, as it keeps her hair out of her face. She usually has a small smile on her face, though often the it doesn't reach her soft brown eyes. She has the ribbon tied around her arm because she thinks its a cute touch to her attire, but is embarrassed to say so.
Attire/Style: Ruby feels most comfortable in her work clothes (like she has on in the above picture), which is to say she doesn't have much style going on. But secretly at home, she has quite a few cute dresses that shes trying to work up the nerve to wear sometime. Can also be seen sporting some protective eye wear whenever she goes into the mines to gather up some ore or sharpening tools. It's not uncommon to see her sweaty or covered dirt and grime because of her line of work.
Mental Info
Personality: If you were to go up and talk to Ruby, one of the first things you would notice about her was that she would do her best not to look you in the eye, preferring to keep her gaze to the ground. She's somewhat shy and awkward when it comes to speaking to people, even to people she's known for a little while. She's very polite and formal, but distant towards people. She lacks confidence when it comes to making friends, and wants to try her best to make some but often ends up bailing out of attempts (though shes trying to work on this by the time she comes to Hope Valley). She does care about people though and will do her best to help anyone that comes to her with any sort of problem.
While she lacks confidence in her people skills, she's fully confident in her work skills. She takes great pride in everything she makes or fixes and even though she tries to avoid confrontation, she will defend her work avidly. She's quick to rise in the morning to get her work started and very seldom takes breaks, especially on projects she is excited for. She feels more comfortable around people when they're in her shop and talking to them about a job they want her to do. She also tries to be fair about her prices and will even lower her cost if the person is in a tight spot at the moment.
Likes:
Any kind of ore
All jewels
Daisies
Tomato soup
Rain or snowy weather
Work
Visiting the church
Dislikes:
Being the center of attention
Running (but does it anyways because she feels as her legs don't get any sort of good work out if she doesn't)
Junk ore (what is she supposed to do with this? Why did you give it to her?)
Difficult customers
Squash
Staying up late
History: Ruby comes from a long line of blacksmiths, and along with her older sister, was brought up to be one as well. She enjoyed working with her family quite a bit, but as time passed, she wondered if she should be setting out to set her own shop somewhere, to see if she could hold her own without any of her family around to help her. But setting off for an unknown town, filled with people she didn't know, made her feel uneasy. That is, until she got a dream about a little town called Hope Valley. Feeling like the dream might have been a sign from Harvest Goddess, Ruby looked into it and found that Hope Valley was close to being a ghost town and was in need of more people and businesses to come in, one of them being a blacksmith. While still a bit nervous about leaving home, Ruby realized that this was the opportunity she had been looking for and quickly packed up. One teary goodbye with her family later and she was on her way to Hope Valley, ready to start her new life and business. |
52,570 | 1,426 | 2 | 2,629 | 2,920 | Malcolm Freeman
(Location: B)
Melted it was as fire extinguished by dihydrogen oxide; the welcome greetings of smiling sun coat Malcolm's fair skin in Spring. 'twas a week he traversed the streets 'Hope Valley' and claimed it as home. Early morning's routine were set aside in completion and sleeved through his shirt and pants-- ensuring that the figure in front of the mirror was en pointe and elegant. A strong aura of well-aged whiskey and sharp cinnamon with a hint of refreshing lemon had enveloped his home dampened by the attire that Malcolm had put on. An eerie stare was followed by an almost unnoticeable smirk as he steadfastly left the complex.
The majority of the townsfolk could be seen finally running up and down the street to greet the sunlight with eagerness and compassion. Posters were covering the idle plainly-coloured walls denoting the start of 'Sprout Festival' arriving by... 2nd of Spring. Tomorrow. "Good morning." A friendly voice greeted him unexpectedly, judging by the Malcolm had turned his eyes.
"Fine day, sir?"
"Exactly son. Where you off to?"
"The mayor's abode. I heard your local Doctor is away on vacation?" The stranger had given him a strong nod. An acceptance that Malcolm had felt grateful for. He responded with a short affirmative nod himself.
"Everybody knows they need a break. Working in an isolated island like this with only one Doctor tends to make the workload tiresome. Some times anyway."
"All the better to get me started." He paced away from the stranger. "See you around." | Name: Malcolm Freeman
Birth Date: Fall 27
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single (or open for any kind of complication)
Profession: Acting Doctor-in-Practice/Doctor's Assistant/Nurse
Physical Info
Appearance:
A presentable young man whose body is an example of health. Malcolm stands 5' 10" tall, crowned with an overcast night cloud for mane groomed effortlessly; highlighting the lightning that is his bright blue eyes. He is proud of his masculine body that is maintained six out if the seven days thay gave him the physique to tolerate everyday nuisance.
Attire/Style: For a person with the profession that requires precise and calculated diagnosis; it was the same with his attire. Almost always looked like he was headed for some kind of ballroom or formal party; he is always spotted with buttoned, plain coloured and long sleeved shirts with neutral coloured pants and shiny leather shoes. On the occassions where he attends special events or occassions, he is further decorated with a vest and bowtie. Those who are earlybirds may be able to see him in a more relaxed attire, consisting of a T-Shirt or Tank tops with gym shorts and runners.
Mental Info
Personality:
A stoic and surgical man whose interests could be quizzical or a result of indifference. He loves to keep things as direct as it could be and avoid circling around the conventional taboos that other villagers refuse to talk about. "It doesn't just stop the pain of the wound. It disinfects and cauterises it." While he seems as though an unpleasant company... Few fortunate enough to have a close relationship with Malcolm can witness his reverence to virtue, goodwill and the beauty of consequence.
Likes:
Proteins, Milkshake (Bonus Points for Strawberry flavour), Broccoli, Carrot, lettuce, spinach... Exercising, Swimming, Fishing, Meditating, Secretly loves Gardening.
Dislikes:
Anything with a sugar content above 50 grams, dishonesty, tardiness, cucumber, cheddar cheese, old english cheese
History: He doesn't know whether or not his appearance his was mere happenstance or if some kind of benevolent force had destined that Hope Valley were to be his reclusive home. Malcolm Freeman was a city boy who thrived upon convenience and wishful desires-- for both of his parents were wealthy. The grandeurs of overabundance have lead him down a path of inconsequentiality and damnation through inaction as he find himself bored with everything he had wished for.
Despite of this; the end of his highschool years earned him top ranks and marks across his subjects and he was admitted to the most prestigious university in order to become a Doctor.
Then, a vision. Calm green pastures, clear sparkling springs-- colourful landscapes and a breathtaking crisp atmosphere as he saw faces both joyful and happy within a strangely remote island captivated his mind. He felt the earth he had stood on in his dream... Took a whiff of the fresh air it offerred and a taste of the fruit in which its tree produced; he lost the difference between reality and dream.
It was a voice that broke his trance. A gentle, familliar whisper. It whispered to him the beauty and glory that it was and how it yearned for it to be reborn. It whispered of prosperity and adventure that was unfolded. It whispered of love that it wanted to release once more to an island; secretly described to him named Hope Valley. It whispered to him methods that fooled the simple minded yet Malcolm understood before everything returned to the daylight that was his consciousness waking. The whisper was still clear in his mind. It drove him to finally reach Hope Valley-- the dream island he once was given vision of. |
52,571 | 1,426 | 3 | 1,963 | 1,054 | Maleko Kaiwi
As usual, Maleko went about his daily routine. Which consisted of waking up super early in the morning and tending to his livestock. Interestingly, the animals on the farm had become accustomed to their owner's schedules, so they too were awake when the young man strolled into the barns. "Spring is here, my friends! And hopefully we'll have visitors again~", he said cheerfully as he opened the barn's roller doors, letting the early rays of sunshine in. The dairy cows looked at Maleko in response to his words, "Great.." he imagined them saying. "Oh come now, you just need to be patient with the amateurs." He chuckled as the cattle walked out into the open pastures. After opening the the next few barns to let out the other livestock, he took a moment to look at the pasture.
The first thing that most people would notice about Maleko's farm, was that it was mostly a large open field with a small flowing stream that cut through the land. His various livestock roamed freely in this field. The outer fences seemed to merely mark the property rather than keep the animals in and out. Much to people's surprise, the animals would never leave the pasture, thus a proper fence wasn't needed anyway. Maleko and his family believe that they owed this behaviour mostly to the Harvest Goddess, blessing them with well behaved livestock.
The young man made his rounds on the pasture, checking the health of all of his animals as well as collecting some of the fresh products they made. Although it didn't seem efficient, it was better for the cattle as they were more relaxed in the pasture, thus making it easier to milk them.
Maleko made his way to the town, knowing that now was around the time that tourists and potential residents started to dock at the port and see Hope Valley for the first time. He spotted Chester almost immediately and strolled right up to Mayor of the town. Maleko gave Chester a firm pat of the back in greeting, "Good morning, Chester! Already eager to see the newcomers, huh?" He laughed. The young man brought out a glass bottle of milk, handing it to the Mayor. "Fresh from the farm, you look like you could use some~!" He added with a cheerful grin. | Name: Maleko Kaiwi
Birth Date: Fall/18th
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Profession: Livestock Farmer
Physical Info
Appearance:
Standing at around 5’9”, Maleko has an athletic build due to his time spent farming, however his skin tone is due to his heritage. His somewhat short brown hair is usually rather unkempt as he’s not very worried about his appearance. His eyes have a strong green colour which is often the first thing that people notice when they see him, and it’s also usually the first thing people refer to when describing him. Maleko also has tribal tattoos that run down his left arm, which can sometimes be quite intimidating to most people.
Attire/Style:
Maleko dresses rather casually to almost everywhere he goes, opting to wear a simple button up shirt with an undershirt and a pair of cargo pants with boots. Although one would expect these clothes to be rather dirty due to his profession, they’re often quite clean for.. unknown reasons. He never tries to hide his tattoos since he’s quite proud of them.
Mental Info
Personality:
Maleko is a very welcoming person, he always likes to meet other people and get to know them. He likes it when people take interest in his work, he’ll often offer a tour around his farm and possibly give them a souvenir. Maleko can be quite trusting to a fault, but that doesn’t mean he’s gullible or careless about protecting the things and people he cares about, he can become quite vicious if someone tries to harm his farm or his friends, thus making quite a good friend to have.
Likes:
Most animal products, fish, flowers, sea shells, chocolate, coffee, socialising, all sorts of cakes, animals, rain, night walks
Dislikes:
Garbage, overly boisterous people, weeds, hiking, disrespectful people, rocks
History:
Maleko was born in Hope Valley. His parents were livestock farmers and have been that way for generations. However it’s interesting to note that his ancestors were seafarers before they settled on islands. Although he couldn’t remember much of his childhood, it was quite lively. His parents weren’t rich, but the bonds they shared with the community was priceless and many friendships had grown from when he was young. However as time passed, people left the valley as they saw opportunities elsewhere, leaving the Kaiwi family almost by themselves.
As a young lad, Maleko had always adored the animals on the farm, and often helped tend to them whenever he could. He enjoyed walks on Sunset Beach as well, picking up random seashells and the like. But as he grew older, his responsibilities began to increase as his parents grew old and sick.
By the age of 21, his parents had passed away and the farm was left to him. Like his parents, he grew up to be a very friendly person who would never let a friend down. He hopes that with the help of Chester, Hope Valley will be brought back to it’s former glory and possibly more. |
52,572 | 1,426 | 4 | 1,491 | 516 | Ruby
Ruby looked out over the ocean, shivering a bit in the still rather cool air as her boat drew closer and closer to the shore. Already she could make out several of the buildings that dotted the shore line of her new home. From where Ruby stood the town seemed peaceful and quiet, a nice way to start her new life. But it still didn't stop her from feeling a bit nervous. There were so many things that could go wrong the second she got to shore, but she had to stay strong and make not only her family, but herself proud.
Thankfully the ship soon arrived at shore, making Ruby put away her nervous thoughts as she gathered her things and got off the boat. She had packed light for the move, a suitcases with enough clothes to last her a little over a week and her tool bag. The rest of her things her family were going to send over to her and actually should be arriving in a few days time. That left Ruby with enough time to get adjusted and to clean up her new home and shop. She also had to go meet the mayor, but that could wait until she dropped her things off.
So with that, Ruby pulled out a sheet of paper from her pocket with the directions to her new house, and did the best she could to follow them. | Unavailable until further notice. Please contact/mention me directly.:toot
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52,573 | 1,426 | 5 | 2,033 | 9,325 | ~Nara~
Ugh.
Walking.
Whoever made humans get tired from such a simple act should be ashamed of themselves. Really, why should humans get tired in general? Whatever cosmic entities that made it possible, likely just did it for the giggles. Well, at least the weather was pleasant. The air was clean, fresh, and a gentle breeze was blowing. Neither too hot nor too cold, just right. She yawned as she walked, stretching her right arm trying to keep her mind occupied to help pass the time as she walked. Thankfully, it seemed like she was about to happen upon something, or rather someone, interesting.
Walking down the road was a rather tall woman. How could she tell she was tall? Well, she was, objectively...a midget. Yep. 5'1. Even magic couldn't really fix her height problem. She hadn't grown an inch since she was...well, younger. The giant lumbering down the road though? Well, she was easily almost a foot taller than she was. She had never seen her before though, so that meant she must have been new here. Granted, she didn't interact with the villagers...ever, not in a long time at least. She might very well have lived here for awhile then.
Well, she might as well say hello regardless. Not breaking her slow pace, she gave a lazy wave as she walked down the path before eventually walking up to the other woman with an expression somewhere between bored and tired.
"I suppose asking how the weather up there'd be rude and really unoriginal?" Nara chuckled in a lazy manner, before transitioning into a yawn. "Ugh, mornings. I'd rather be at home curled up in a blanket and drinking tea...or sleeping. Mostly sleeping." She rubbed her arms before grabbing the edge of her cloak and pulling it closer. "You're...new here, aren't ya?" She asked the taller woman. | Name: Ruby Doer
Birth Date: Winter 18
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Profession: Blacksmith.
Need a tool upgraded? Need some clippers or a milker perhaps? Maybe you want to get some cheese makers for your farm or just need a part made of metal? Well Ruby is your girl! She also dabbles in jewelry a bit, and although she doesn't advertise that fact, you can find a some of her creations in her shop to buy.
Physical Info
Appearance:
While Ruby has some intimating features, being 5'8" and rather muscular, it's pretty easy to see she's a gentle person. She prefers to keep her hair tied back in some way, usually in braids, as it keeps her hair out of her face. She usually has a small smile on her face, though often the it doesn't reach her soft brown eyes. She has the ribbon tied around her arm because she thinks its a cute touch to her attire, but is embarrassed to say so.
Attire/Style: Ruby feels most comfortable in her work clothes (like she has on in the above picture), which is to say she doesn't have much style going on. But secretly at home, she has quite a few cute dresses that shes trying to work up the nerve to wear sometime. Can also be seen sporting some protective eye wear whenever she goes into the mines to gather up some ore or sharpening tools. It's not uncommon to see her sweaty or covered dirt and grime because of her line of work.
Mental Info
Personality: If you were to go up and talk to Ruby, one of the first things you would notice about her was that she would do her best not to look you in the eye, preferring to keep her gaze to the ground. She's somewhat shy and awkward when it comes to speaking to people, even to people she's known for a little while. She's very polite and formal, but distant towards people. She lacks confidence when it comes to making friends, and wants to try her best to make some but often ends up bailing out of attempts (though shes trying to work on this by the time she comes to Hope Valley). She does care about people though and will do her best to help anyone that comes to her with any sort of problem.
While she lacks confidence in her people skills, she's fully confident in her work skills. She takes great pride in everything she makes or fixes and even though she tries to avoid confrontation, she will defend her work avidly. She's quick to rise in the morning to get her work started and very seldom takes breaks, especially on projects she is excited for. She feels more comfortable around people when they're in her shop and talking to them about a job they want her to do. She also tries to be fair about her prices and will even lower her cost if the person is in a tight spot at the moment.
Likes:
Any kind of ore
All jewels
Daisies
Tomato soup
Rain or snowy weather
Work
Visiting the church
Dislikes:
Being the center of attention
Running (but does it anyways because she feels as her legs don't get any sort of good work out if she doesn't)
Junk ore (what is she supposed to do with this? Why did you give it to her?)
Difficult customers
Squash
Staying up late
History: Ruby comes from a long line of blacksmiths, and along with her older sister, was brought up to be one as well. She enjoyed working with her family quite a bit, but as time passed, she wondered if she should be setting out to set her own shop somewhere, to see if she could hold her own without any of her family around to help her. But setting off for an unknown town, filled with people she didn't know, made her feel uneasy. That is, until she got a dream about a little town called Hope Valley. Feeling like the dream might have been a sign from Harvest Goddess, Ruby looked into it and found that Hope Valley was close to being a ghost town and was in need of more people and businesses to come in, one of them being a blacksmith. While still a bit nervous about leaving home, Ruby realized that this was the opportunity she had been looking for and quickly packed up. One teary goodbye with her family later and she was on her way to Hope Valley, ready to start her new life and business. |
52,574 | 1,426 | 6 | 2,208 | 1,061 | Hanna von Falkenheim
"Coming Home"
The wonderful sounds of a turboprop airplane filled the air as an old warplane came in for a landing on a hard dirt strip. Hanna sighed contently as she began to taxi the aircraft into its old sheet metal hangar. There wasn't any work today, so she had decided to give a good test run in the early morning after the aircraft had stayed all cooped up inside its hangar this past winter. She had arrived only at the beginning of winter on that fateful day, so with the exception of a few test flights, the old aircraft hadn't properly stretched its legs for the coming growing seasons. She hopped out of her aircraft and returned to her new residence, a decently sized one story home situated not so far from the airfield itself. Inside, Hanna changed out of her flight gear into some more casual clothing, putting on some old work jeans and a white long sleeve shirt. Still wearing her grandfather's flight goggles around her neck, she went back outside to climb into an old jeep, driving off towards the town.
Hanna parked her jeep just outside of the Flower Park, deciding to enjoy the day and walk the rest of the way. As she did, it seemed that most of the hints of winter had finally disappeared from the town itself, the warming weather driving off any last bastion of ice or snow. It was so dream like, strange to Hanna when she thought about where she was only a half a year earlier. Her pace quickened as she pushed aside some bad memories that rose up from such thoughts. First and foremost she needed to see the local doctor about her pain medication. Her supply was beginning to run low, and she'd definitely need a refill soon if Hanna hoped to have some sleep filled nights.
Hanna approached the doctors office and entered, "Hey Doc, I'm here about my...." she trailed off when she noticed the regular doctor was not here, but instead an unfamiliar man. "Oh, sorry, is the regular Doctor not in? I take it your his temporary replacement or something?" | Name:Hanna von Falkenhein
Birth Date: Winter 2nd
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Profession: Crop Duster
Who would've known that it was easier for farmers to just hire a pilot to spray their crops with pesticides, fertilizer, and whatever else you want. She also does some work for others as well, typically helping to find lost ships or people. During festivals, she will give a little airshow and offer rides in her older biplane.
Physical Info
Appearance: Hanna stands at a reasonable five feet, seven inches, with slightly athletic build to her. Most of this appearance is covered in her old military flight jacket she wears, and typically when she is not flying or planning too, she can be see wearing her old officer cap. Other than her odd grey eyes and equally silver short hair, she seems fairly normal. However, she carries many scares from flight of the past, most notably large burn scars along her forearms and covering her back. During winter, one might only notice the scars peeking out around her neck, almost like flames flickering upwards, but during the summer, Hanna will not bother to cover up the burns on her arms, but will usually politely decline if you ask about them.
Attire/Style: During the winter and fall, she'll be seen wearing her heavy military coat and hat when not flying or getting ready to fly as well as pitch black, polished leather boots. During the summer, she'll wear lighter clothing, like t-shirts, shorts, and rarely light summer dresses, but will still wear her black boots. Regardless of the season, her flight attire never really changes. Hanna will sport a fur lined, military leather jacket over a heavy jumpsuit with flight goggles typically worn around her neck or on her forehead when not in use.
Mental Info
Personality:
It is taught far and wide that the first and foremost job of the pilot, is to fly the plane. Seems pretty obvious, but what that really means is important. A pilot must adopt a very level headed, straightforward personality in order to survive whatever problematic situations that may arise. As such, this sort of "pilot's mentality" of live and let live has thoroughly been impeded into Hanna's mind. Being a veteran pilot, she will come off as calm and friendly towards most people. There's also a sort of open air about her that makes Hanna a very approachable person.
However, occasionally on certain days, Hanna will be a bit more reserved. Get her drunk, and she'll be either a happy, giggly drunk who wants to have a fun time, or get very quiet, dark, and angry if she was in a bad mood before.
Likes:
Beer (Prost!)
Hot coffee
Flying
Dogs
Books on space, weather patterns, or various scientific subjects
Philosphy
Maintaining her aircraft
Dislikes:
Staying in cramped places
Farm work (very boring for her)
Quiet people
Overly sweet things
Soda
Hot Weather
History:
On a windswept strip of flat dirt, snow, and ice, the sounds of propellers spinning fills the air. An old war plane, now fitted with hoses rather than guns, lazily floats down from the sky onto the the airstrip, rolling along until slowing to a crawl before a old sheet metal hanger. The pilot turns off the engine, propellers slowing further before coming to a halt as the pilot climbs out of the aircraft. She moves towards the hangar, but pauses for a moment. The blowing of the wind and the sight of the old hangar takes her back. She pauses, she remembers.
She remembers a time long ago, when she was a but a child arriving at her grandfather's small country airstrip in the middle of nowhere. Her name is Hanna von Falkenheim, and this was where she was first introduced to flying, where she discovered her love and talent for it. Her grandfather was an old pilot who had flown in a conflict long ago. Though during her childhood, he spent his waning years enjoying a peaceful life of helping the farmers of Hope Valley protect their crops. He was the one who sat her in that cockpit, had let go of the controls, and showed her the joys of flight.
Hanna smiles for a moment, staring at the rusty old hangar. She remembered the antics, the mischief she would get into. Though her smile soon turned into a frown and with a sad sigh, she tried to go about her day.
Where had it gone all wrong?
Hanna von Falkenheim was a veteran pilot, an ace of her home country. As history does, wars broke out, and she answered the call like so many. During those early years, she saw it as an opportunity for adventure and excitement. She joined with her childhood friend, Alexi Kraft and they were both assigned to the same flight, becoming wingmen. He watched her back, while she watched his. During that terrible war, as brother killed brother both on the ground and in the skies, they found solace in their friendship.
However, as is so often the case, history is anything but kind to those who live through war, and Hanna was no exception. It was meant to be a routine patrol, nothing particularly big. Hanna and Alexi had the simple, almost relaxing task of just doing a big circle around their homebase, protecting it and giving any early warning of an attack, but they were so far away from the front, it was figured that the two expert pilots could easily handle that job. Little did either she nor her commanders know of the massive offensive being launched. A wave of 500 plus bombers were on their way, and they ran right into the pair. It rained steel and fire for hours as Hanna and Alexi flew through the formation, fighting like they had never fought before. Dodging escorts, gun fire from the bombers defensive guns, and all the while trying to make every shot count. Soon they were forced to withdraw, running low on both ammo and fuel, but they tried to land, the enemy fighters took their revenge, following them then strafing the airfield.
Alexi was turned to paste in his cockpit as cannon rounds tore his aircraft apart. Hanna's plane burst into flames and slammed into the runway, streaking across the tarmac before slowing to a halt near the end. The base itself was ablaze with burning aircraft as they were in the middle of taking off to intercept the enemy.
That day, Hanna lost half of her flight to the attack, her close friend, maybe even lover, gone in an instant. She herself was horribly burned, only being saved by a brave engineer who had pulled Hanna from her plane. To make matters worse, Hanna felt responsible for the deaths at that attack, because in her eyes, she had lead the enemy to the home base. The recovery was long and painful with her in the beginning fading in and out of consciousness. Though through the haze of pain medication, brief moments of consciousness, and surgery, she dreamed. She heard an oddly soothing female voice in her head, telling her of a place, a familiar place called Hope Valley. For the most part though, Hanna simply brushed it off as hallucinations. While in recovery, she was awarded with a few medals for her acts of "valor" but to Hanna, it was sickening. The medals only reminded her of mistake and she soon got rid of most of them. By the time she had finally recovered enough to return to service, the war was over. Hanna dropped out of the military.
For the next six months, she bounced between odd jobs, drinking to forget, and gradually declining into a severe depression, but then suddenly, a family member reached out to her. Her grandfather had passed away, but had left his property to Hanna in Hope Valley. That name... it resonated with her, shocked her. The memories of that voice came flooding back and almost as if she was under a spell, she accepted the invitation and traveled to her grandfather's little airstrip.
Hanna walked into her grandfather's old home, the memories began to pour over her. All those times she had flown with him, the joy she had experienced. Hanna was nearly brought to tears, the feeling breaking the daze she had been in on the way over here. It was too much for her, and she nearly turned around and walked right back out, but a piece of paper on the table stopped her. It was a letter, from her grandfather.
"Dear Hanna,
A long time ago, I fought a war. The horror I saw, the futility of it all broke my spirit, crushed my love for life. A long time ago, a young man lost what he thought was his world, his family, his wife, and his home. That young man stumbled into this town, scared, alone, and rapidly losing any sense of purpose. This world had shown its true colors, and that young man did not want to be a part of it. This is why I tried to stop you all those years ago, but I was too much of coward to keep you from this path that we now both walk. But this place, this town, this home, and that plane, it saved me. I carved out this corner of peace not just for me, but for any who know what this world really is.
Hanna, you saw this world for what it was, didn't you? You saw the cruelty of man, and the harshness of life. So hear, take this home for yourself and lose yourself in this wonderful little corner of peace. I will be gone by the time you read this, and hopefully you've heard her voice too. March on Hanna, fly smoothly.
I love you.
A fellow veteran,
Erich von Falkenheim"
That was it. She has now been living in this town, on this property for over seven months now. While still somewhat new, Hanna has put on a new face of determination, filled with a new sense of purpose. No longer does she drink to forget, but to drink to have fun! What, you'd think she'd give up drinking? But the beer here is amazing, not to mention the 50 year old bottle of moonshine she's been saving in the attic! Hanna, while still shaken from her past, but is now trying to move on.
Trying to carve out her own little corner of peace. |
52,575 | 1,426 | 7 | 2,181 | 13,532 | Liza Heartford
This was a great a day.
A fantastic day even.
For it was a bright new one, new location, new scenery, new people, and the wonderful great outdoors! Suffice it to say, Liza was quite excited to start her new home in Hope Valley. Really, she really was! So ignore the fact she was passed out, on the boat, in one of the lounge chairs on the deck under a umbrella. Give her a break, she was a bartender. A night owl, party animal (formerly), and slept during the day. Plus, the young spring sun was nice and warm, who wouldn't take a cat nap? It was probably odd to see this... giant beanpole just snoozing through most of the ride to Hope Valley. Face first, softly snoring away as this dark haired boyish woman just snoozed away.
Thankfully, Liza did wake up as the ship arrived, groggily blinking her amethyst eyes open and giving a yawn. Rubbing the back of her gloved hand against her eyes to rid of the sandman's treacherous sleepy sand. Sitting up, the dark haired woman looked around to see folks leaving the ship and she paused for a moment before leaping up to her feet and flinging her arms in the air in victory.
"Woohoo! I have successfully arrived at Hope Valley! Here I come ready or not everybody! Woot!" Liza shouted in a cheerful manner, making a few folks jump in surprise, but the tall woman paid them no mind. Grabbing her luggage, which consisted of two quite large trunk suitcases and a dufflebag strapped on to her back, before gleefully getting off the boat.
"Step 4: Arrive at Hope Valley Complete! Now on with Step 5: Finding my bar! This is freakin great!" she chirped, raising her left arm to look at her little phone watch device, clicking a few buttons on it with her right hand, easily lifting her luggage. After a few attempts, a map appeared with directions. Humming a little thoughtfully, she started walking around as she attempted to arrive at her destination. | Name: Elizabeth Heartford
Birth Date: Spring 25
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Profession: Bartender
Need some alcohol? Perhaps a freshly cooked meal? Or just some refreshing water, milk or soda after a long days work? Well Liza's bar is the way to go then!
Physical Info
Appearance: Liza is a well toned, solidly built, 6'8 tall woman. A more boyish figure as she's flat as a board, lacks curves and the only thing that would be nice about it is her hips are decent. Tanned skin and amethyst colored eyes. Long messy black hair mixed in with blue colors that is usually pulled in a loose ponytail that is just held together by her purple hairpin, while her bangs are constantly in her face. She's got a few scratched up scars on her arms, back, and just on her right temple.
Attire/Style: Liza doesn't particularly have a sense for fashion, mostly just whatever is closest she can throw on. Put even navy and black together and it's fine. But she does always wear her purple colored hairpin in her hair. Tends to not wear a full shirt even during winter and walks around with her belly exposed. Though she usually does wear her jacket outside, but usually claims she's pretty hot most of the time. She usually wears more masculine clothes as she doesn't quite care to wearing dresses or skirts as they don't really suit her.
Mental Info
Personality: Despite her intimidating appearance, Liza is a pretty laidback carefree individual. Overall friendly and a bit of a loudmouth, she tends to be outgoing and at times talks a lot. She enjoys telling lame jokes, having a good time, and will at times overreact. As in, start screaming and running through town shouting 'SHOPPING TIME WOOOOOO' and such.
She enjoys mixing drinks, cooking, and chatting with folks over the counter who visit her bar. When she isn't working, she likes taking walks, exploring the outdoors, or taking naps in the shade outside. She's usually pretty lazy when she isn't working, but if asked for help, a good portion of the time she'll help out. During the day, folks may find her passed out in random places around town, enjoying taking a nap outside until it's time for work.
Likes:
Rain
Cooking
Mixing Drinks
Socializing
Checking out cute girls
Milk
Eggs
Cheese
Cheesecake
Blueberries
Cherries
Alcohol
Colors Blue and Purple
Blue Rose
Snowdrop Flower
Sapphire
Amethyst
Animals
Naps
The beach
Grilled Cheese Sandwich (She makes awesome grilled cheese)
Dislikes:
Thunder
Seaweed
Sour things
Wearing frilly clothing
Hot weather
Weeds (Why give her this?)
Empty Cans (Seriously?)
Poison Mushroom (Mostly because she'll try eating it anyway and get horridly sick)
History: Liza grew up in the big city. She didn't particularly have any hopes and dreams and just enjoyed having fun and enjoying life. In her younger years, she was a bit of a rebel. Enjoyed getting into fist fights, knocking some blocks in, late night parties, and the like. She cooled down some time later after she settled that she kind of enjoyed Bartending after landing a small part time job when she was 21, learning the ropes from a kind boss. Being both the bartender, and the bouncer. Couple years passed until recently, she had a dream of Hope Valley and decided that perhaps some time in a peaceful small town instead the ever so bustling of the big city was what she needed. When she got there, it seemed the place was a ghost town and could use a little bit of charm to add to it. So why not own a place for people to gather after a long day at work? Good ol bars are good for that. |
52,576 | 1,426 | 8 | 620 | 422 | Chester was lost in his own train of thought when he was greeted and patted on the back by Maleko, one of Hope Valley's locals. He jumped in his shoes by the sudden hand on his back, but Chester was quickly relieved when he realized it was just his fellow friend and currently only rancher of Hope Valley. "Many thanks," Chester said, grabbing the glass of fresh milk. "And it looks like I'm not the only one." He smiled to the live stock farmer, nodding his head in his direction. The boat had just come in and that meant the newcomers were there.
"If you're not doing anything you should come with." Chester said, more of a mayorly order than suggestion. The blonde man walked towards the direction of the larger docks as the crisscrossing stone road led down a small hill, to where the ferry boat had docked. Noticing a gigantic, blue haired woman Chester pushed towards her direction as she was looking at her watch, waving his hand with his bright, welcoming smile. "Excuse me, miss! Did you need some help?" | Name: Ruby Doer
Birth Date: Winter 18
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Profession: Blacksmith.
Need a tool upgraded? Need some clippers or a milker perhaps? Maybe you want to get some cheese makers for your farm or just need a part made of metal? Well Ruby is your girl! She also dabbles in jewelry a bit, and although she doesn't advertise that fact, you can find a some of her creations in her shop to buy.
Physical Info
Appearance:
While Ruby has some intimating features, being 5'8" and rather muscular, it's pretty easy to see she's a gentle person. She prefers to keep her hair tied back in some way, usually in braids, as it keeps her hair out of her face. She usually has a small smile on her face, though often the it doesn't reach her soft brown eyes. She has the ribbon tied around her arm because she thinks its a cute touch to her attire, but is embarrassed to say so.
Attire/Style: Ruby feels most comfortable in her work clothes (like she has on in the above picture), which is to say she doesn't have much style going on. But secretly at home, she has quite a few cute dresses that shes trying to work up the nerve to wear sometime. Can also be seen sporting some protective eye wear whenever she goes into the mines to gather up some ore or sharpening tools. It's not uncommon to see her sweaty or covered dirt and grime because of her line of work.
Mental Info
Personality: If you were to go up and talk to Ruby, one of the first things you would notice about her was that she would do her best not to look you in the eye, preferring to keep her gaze to the ground. She's somewhat shy and awkward when it comes to speaking to people, even to people she's known for a little while. She's very polite and formal, but distant towards people. She lacks confidence when it comes to making friends, and wants to try her best to make some but often ends up bailing out of attempts (though shes trying to work on this by the time she comes to Hope Valley). She does care about people though and will do her best to help anyone that comes to her with any sort of problem.
While she lacks confidence in her people skills, she's fully confident in her work skills. She takes great pride in everything she makes or fixes and even though she tries to avoid confrontation, she will defend her work avidly. She's quick to rise in the morning to get her work started and very seldom takes breaks, especially on projects she is excited for. She feels more comfortable around people when they're in her shop and talking to them about a job they want her to do. She also tries to be fair about her prices and will even lower her cost if the person is in a tight spot at the moment.
Likes:
Any kind of ore
All jewels
Daisies
Tomato soup
Rain or snowy weather
Work
Visiting the church
Dislikes:
Being the center of attention
Running (but does it anyways because she feels as her legs don't get any sort of good work out if she doesn't)
Junk ore (what is she supposed to do with this? Why did you give it to her?)
Difficult customers
Squash
Staying up late
History: Ruby comes from a long line of blacksmiths, and along with her older sister, was brought up to be one as well. She enjoyed working with her family quite a bit, but as time passed, she wondered if she should be setting out to set her own shop somewhere, to see if she could hold her own without any of her family around to help her. But setting off for an unknown town, filled with people she didn't know, made her feel uneasy. That is, until she got a dream about a little town called Hope Valley. Feeling like the dream might have been a sign from Harvest Goddess, Ruby looked into it and found that Hope Valley was close to being a ghost town and was in need of more people and businesses to come in, one of them being a blacksmith. While still a bit nervous about leaving home, Ruby realized that this was the opportunity she had been looking for and quickly packed up. One teary goodbye with her family later and she was on her way to Hope Valley, ready to start her new life and business. |
52,577 | 1,426 | 9 | 1,491 | 516 | Marcus NilsLocation A - Ferry Boat to Hope Valley
The refreshing spring breeze pleasantly blew past Marcus' blonde hair, even on the picturesque left-side balcony where he was spending the last leg of the voyage to his new home, his head and his heel bobbing enthusiastically with the melody. He would just as soon rest with the trip being as tranquil and serene as it had been. He didn't suffer from sea sickness like a few of his fellow passengers, but could have gone for a brief nap given how early he had to wake up. However he was too busy enjoying himself, playing a cheery song on his guitar for a group of tourists, an inevitable outcome considering he carried his prized instrument with him all the time and wasn't about to say no to their eager faces. Besides, he couldn't think of a better way to enter Hope Valley than to celebrate the coming of Spring through music, he even encouraging his listeners to clap their hands in unison as a sort of percussive accompaniment. Right here, right now, life was an adventure and after the second verse, he admitted to himself that he could sleep anywhere and at any time. But there was no way he'd pass up a excellent impromptu recital, with beautiful seafaring scenery to the left of him and with an audience as pleasant as this.
As the telltale signs of vibrant land became visible, Marcus rose from his seat and excitedly gazed at the charming island, from its vivid landscape to its delightful buildings and houses that came into better view as they drew closer. His audience's attention followed his lead as he finished the song and stepped politely and carefully beyond them to get a closer look, taking a moment to look behind before he readies himself for departure. "How's that for a show stopper?! Am I right folks?!" he gleefully said just short of betraying his full excitement and to the lively cheers of his listeners. After bidding them farewell, Marcus placed his acoustic companion in its case, securing it on his back, and hoisted the straps of his two hefty duffel bags over his shoulders. He had a vague plan in mind for what he'd do today, but was too preoccupied with the thought of "stepping into the postcards his brothers had sent him" and experiencing Hope Valley firsthand, to recall it at the moment.
He moved leisurely towards the docks. They weren't going anywhere and he needn't rush and potentially get in anyone's way to get there. Finally stepping off, his affable grin only widened as he walked along the waves of tourists. He stopped and noticed a genial scene among one of the passengers and two other guys. Marcus himself didn't know that the men were both the mayor and resident rancher, but loved how welcoming they were at any rate. If they would look his way, Marcus would greet them amiably. All the same, the mayor's office is one of his stops with the carpenter's workshop as another sometime later. | Unavailable until further notice. Please contact/mention me directly.:toot
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52,578 | 1,427 | 0 | 515 | 4,608 | Hero's Guild Hall
"He's late...again." Growled a tall man, garbed in bright red and gold armor. The blond woman next to him, also wearing armor looked over. Relax, and be patient, Ark. He always has a reason for his actions." She said. Ark grunted, unconvinced and turned to survey the massive hall. It was one two-story room, with a balcony that wrapped around three of the walls, and two stairs on the left and right of the room. The space below had several round tables scattered in no particular order with four chairs to each table. The one wall that didn't have the balcony had a slightly raised platform instead that was unmistakably a stage. There was a lot of standing room too, most of which was occupied by the people that had gathered in response to the summons that had been sent out.
Weeks before several posters had apeared on boards, on taverns, even on people's doors. It read "Heroes Wanted!" In large letters across the top. Below, it read; "Hello, there, I don't believe in subtlety, so I will be blunt. I am calling together warriors, merchants, thieves, balcksmiths and anyone else who could be useful or have a useful trade to Do Somthing About the dark threats across the land. I am calling this group the "Hero's Guild" after the Hero of legend who once saved this land. Pretty nifty, huh? You will, if you wish, be paid for the work you do." The poster when on to give a date, time and location for the intersted people to meet. Other than the sheer weirdness of the poster, it seemed incongruous. But certain people would be able to see another message below the first. "To those of you who can see this: congratulations, you could have the blood of heroes. You are who I am truly looking for. A dark evil rises, if you have any attacment to this fair land and its people, Come. Your destiny awaits."
In the hall, there was food piled high on a larger then normal table for anyone to enjoy and refreshments of all types too. Several people had already arrived but still more were coming in. Ark and the woman stood on the balcony, where they had a clear view of the double doors that were propped open to the outside. A few minutes passed and Ark started pacing. A few more minutes dragged by then the woman sighed explosively, "Will you stop? It's not helping, and its rather annoying." Ark stopped and look at her. "Well, Kira what do you suggest? If he doesn't show up soon, they will assume that this was a massive prank and leave." Kira shrugged. "He will show up, when he shows up." She said, philosophically. Ark eyed her. "You are never any help." He said. "Who said I was supposed to be?" She asked with a faint smile. She got off the railing she ahd been leaning on, and turned to the the stairs. "Now then, I will-- oh? Never mind, he's here." She said. Ark looked at the entrance to see the white-haired, masked, young-looking man strolling in, his hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets and his pace unhurried. "'Bout damn time." Ark muttered, as he and Kira decended the stairs to the stage.
The eccentric looking man weaved his way through the crowd, like a ghost, and stepped up onto the stage. He turned on his heel to face the crowd. His entrance had mostly gone unnoticed, and still only a few saw him on the stage. The masked man removed his white gloved hands from his pockets and held them up. "Your attention, please everyone." He said, his voice deep and melodious. He didn't seem to shout but his voice easily carried over the noise of conversation and everyone turned to face him.
He stood there, Ark on his right, looking intimidating, and Kira on his left, smiling. "Thank you coming everyone, now I know you will have many questions regarding the unusual request that was sent out. I don't intend to answer any of them." He paused to let that sink in, his one visible red eye, watching the faces below. Instead, I will simply introduce the people you should know, and make an announcement. He held out his hand to gesture at Ark. The man on my right, is Ark. He will be the commander of this little operation. On my left, is Kira. She will be in charge of logistics and, if you have any questions or anything to say, trouble her with them and not me. Now, for those of you here to make a little quick cash, please, leave. His eye revolved around the room, glaring at each person in turn. Then he said, cheerfuly "Those of you not willing to carry your own weight and go the extra kilometer, the door is right there. And those of you not willing to suffer and possibly die a painful death," His voice got low and angry. "Get. Out." His voce retured to its cheerful tone, "Thank you." After he said this, he stepped back and Kira stepped forward. "He is right, this is no joke, and it will be extremely dangerous, we will give you some time to consider this offer and I will answer your questions. Think long and hard on this." | Name: He goes by Kyogen
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Inheritance:
Fierce Deity Mask- A mysterious mask that is said to have extrordinary powers. Unfortunately, it exhibits nothing of the sort, remaining a simple (but creepy) mask.
Broken Sword- A massive two handed sword, broken into three pieces. The hilt piece is long enough to pass as a short sword.
Personality: A very mysterious man. He is a wanderer who doesn't like to get involved, but too often he does. He is a very light hearted and seemingly carefree soul who likes to joke around and entertain people through jokes or stories or music. Especaly childern, he has a soft spot for childern. He is also very kind hearted and a good man through and through, he always tries to do the best thing in any situation, even if it goes against his personal beleifs. He doesn't get angry easily, but when he does, he explodes like a volcano. He loves food and has a fondness for strong drinks that is without equal. That said, his tolerance for it is quite high. In combat, however, the easydoing facade drops and he becomes an emotionless killing machine. He has mood swings in other ways, too. Sometimes he gets melancholy and speaks little.
Recent history: A wanderer shrouded in mystery, he spends his days going from town to town, earning a living however he can.
Personal Goal: He seems to be searching for someone or something...
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. An incredible warrior
2. A kind heart
3. Gets along easily with others
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Often takes too much on himself
2. Prefers to be alone
3. Merciless
Greatest Love: Coffee
Hates the most: Cowards (and a certain person)
Misc:
He plays a hand drum he keeps in the pack he carries around.
The feather in his hair has a sharp blade point
He is a good artist and carver.
Terrible morning person. |
52,579 | 1,427 | 1 | 668 | 1,466 | In the corner of the massive hall there sat a conspicuous-looking boulder. Not really a boulder, though, since any person worth their salt could tell a boulder from a curled up Goron, and any who couldn't were in for a rude surprise should they have tried to disturb the aforementioned "boulder". This wasn't just any Goron either, not at all. Nearby the Goron a rather famous hammer sat on the floor with it's handle pointed straight up. The Megaton Hammer was one of the more famous weapons the Hero once carried, but nowadays it was once again in the possession of the Goron people, where it rightfully belonged.
Amusingly, there was a small crowd of men around the hammer. They seemed to be taking turns attempting to lift it, but none of them could. Even the biggest and strongest of the men couldn't budge the hammer so much as an inch. This little "show" had started up several minutes ago, when said group of men mocked the idea of a hammer being sacred or magical. It was just a hammer after all, right? "If it's just a hammer, then by all means, take it..." the Goron had said earlier with his deep and powerful voice before dropping the weapon on its current spot on the ground, but added with a grin, "...if you can, that is." and that's how it started. First a couple of the men tried, but when they couldn't move the hammer, others watching gave it a try. At one point several men at once tried to lift the hammer with their combined strength, but still it didn't move.
The Goron knew, of course, that the hammer could never be lifted by such men. The Gorons, having become much less trusting of outsiders after the Hero's turn to evil, had a very special enchantment placed on their sacred hammer so that it could never again fall into the hands of evil. From that day forward, the hammer could only ever be lifted by one with a strong and worthy heart. Anything less, and the hammer would be heavy as a mountain. So really, all these men were only proving that they had weak hearts, not at all hero material as the guild's posters called for.
The Goron, named Argon, curled into a ball out of boredom after a while, but let the gathered men continue trying to lift the hammer. It was a good thing he'd eaten a feast of a breakfast that morning before departing from Death Mountain, because the food offered here at the hall contained absolutely no rocks whatsoever. In fact almost all the food were mostly popular Hylian dishes, indicating the apparent crowd the hosts were expecting. In their defense, none of the posters had been sent to Death Mountain, its trails and cliffs becoming even more dangerous in recent years. It was sheer happenstance that the wind managed to blow a poster far enough up the mountain for one of the Gorons to find it and show it to Argon, their de facto leader. The Goron warrior decided to make the journey to this hall to see just how serious these people were about protecting the land. So far he was not impressed.
He finally uncurled when a masked man spoke from the stage. This was also enough to disperse the crowd from the Megaton Hammer as well. And as the man spoke, more and more of the men who scoffed at the hammer left the hall until Argon found himself alone at his particular corner of the hall. Finally, a woman spoke, assuring everyone that this was no joke. This got a chuckle from the Goron, who spoke up with his strong, stoic voice, "Not a joke, eh? It better not be. I didn't climb all the way down from Death Mountain just to get a laugh." | Name: Argon
Age: 40
Sex: Male
Race: Goron
Handiness: Right
Appearance:
Inheritance: Megaton Hammer
Personality: He may be a Goron of few words, but that's not from a lack of intelligence or wisdom. In fact he's considered a wise man by his tribe. He's strong and values honor above anything else, fairly typical for one of his kind.
Recent History: Argon can trace his ancestry all the way back to Sage Darunia. In recent years he has stepped up as one of the leaders of the Goron people, effectively following the path of Sage Darunia. Becoming a leader is all well enough (Argon is more than happy to serve the Goron people), but it did mean giving up his childhood dream. For you see, Sage Darunia isn't Argon's only ancestor, his lineage can also be traced back to the great swordsmith, Biggoron. In Argon's youth, he dreamed of reforging the Biggoron Sword, which was lost long ago during the first battle against the Tyrant. But stepping into the role of a leader often demands that one set aside one's personal goals.
Personal Goal: His dream is to find and reforge the legendary Biggoron Sword.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Basically a walking tank
2. Can travel deceptively fast once his rolling picks up speed.
3. He's generally pretty good at earning respect from others.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. His top speed is based on momentum, meaning it's slow to start.
2. His bulky form is pretty much the opposite of agile and flexible.
3. He's a Goron, so he obviously can't swim for shit.
Greatest Love: Biggoron's Great Forge.
Hates the most: Thieves, liars
Theme Song: |
52,580 | 1,427 | 2 | 2,768 | 10,526 | Joseph the Ranger
Joseph remains standing where he is through the entire thing, looking over the crowd. Goron, Shieka, Garudo, other Hylians...quite the motley assortment we've got here if I say so myself. The Hero's Bow was slung over his shoulder like it normally was when it wasn't in use, with the quiver next to it. He had been against the wall, as far from the gathering as possible, for two reasons. First and foremost was a general distrust of people, simply because he knew that monsters weren't always the most obvious and if one of those people turned out to be a mass murderer or something, or one of the hosts, he had both an easy out and a good shot at pretty much everyone not in front of a Goron.
The second reason was because he wanted to be able to beat the crowd out if it had turned out to be some elaborate prank that some city folk thought would be hilarious. However, as the seriousness showed in the host's voice, he had decided to stay and at least listen to the whole thing. His left hand, because he wasn't holding his bow, rested on the hilt of his sword as he put some thought into the questions posed to them. Joseph was a Hylian Ranger, a man who already dedicated his life to protecting Hyrule from the darkness that the regular army couldn't be bothered to hunt out. From the sounds of it, this would be a larger group effort, and if it meant he got to keep doing his job, then he would stay no matter the number of people.
When the Goron who'd let the group of fools try to lift his hammer spoke, Joseph did as well. "You went to a lot of trouble if the Goron and a Ranger showed up, so if this is a joke, there are going to be a few well placed arrows in knee caps." Joseph's face remained even. "And I don't miss." | Name: Joseph
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Appearance: Joseph stands at approximately 6'2", with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a lithe, atheltic build that hides not only a strong body, but a strong mind and will. Has a lightly tanned complexion, but looks like a normal Hylian otherwise, including the pointed ears.
Inheritance: Hero's Bow
Personality: Joseph is a gruff person, but sociable for a Hylian Ranger. He's also been known to be clever in ways you wouldn't expect.
Recent history: Joseph is an interesting character, having been born in Castle Town but spending most of his life out in the forests and fields of Hyrule. His father was a ranger of sorts who spent his time hunting out pockets of monsters, stalfos, wolfos and the like, and wiping them out with both magic and blade. When he grew to be old enough, his father began to teach him how to properly use a sword and archery, starting with basic parries, slashes and thrusts and eventually going into more advanced maneuvers. However, the young Hylian took to archery more than swordplay, so his father shifted focus into archery, teaching him how to do trick shots and improve his accuracy with his magic.
Joseph, however, never knew his mother, who his father said died of an illness when he was no older than two years of age. The magic his father knew he learned from his mother and so it was the same magic that Joseph learned, though in his travels he has learned other forms of magic as well. In the years since he was old enough to wander as a ranger himself, he's lost his father and the small home they had lived in and now has a small cabin built on the edge of Odon Forest well away from an old village. He didn't like the feeling he got from it when he passed by and he could remember his father clearing out monsters from there more than once in his youth.
Personal Goal: To keep Hyrule safe the only way he knows how
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Knowledge of the wilds
2. Cooking skills from time in wilds
3. Knowledge of poisons
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Not as strong people person
2. Likes to work alone
3. None to welcoming to anyone he doesn't know
Greatest Love: The Wilds
Hates the most: Monsters
Misc: Most likely to put an arrow in your knee.
Hylians have a strong skill with both magic and martial combat. Dane uses both as a swordsman and an archer, turning his magic inward to increase his natural reflexes and strength to greater heights than a normal person, even imbuing arrows with fire and wind spells. Also has a great amount of dexterity and speed, allowing him to more aptly wield his single sword and his bow. Also well versed in archery.
Theme song: (Optional) |
52,581 | 1,427 | 3 | 70 | 496 | Blood colored eyes hid from the world behind pale lids. Long, pointed, ears were pressed flat against his head as Vieru stood, completely still. The wind danced around him, his only, let alone constant, companion in this world. Though unseen, as they were covered by his sleeves, his fingers danced along with the wind, changing it's course and causing it to swirl around him. His pale locks were shifted out of the way of his right eye, where they always rested, then quickly settled back down again as the wind moved on. Vieru was like the wind he controlled, constantly on the move, and never with a home of his own.
Vieru was a demon, a so called dark monster. But in reality, demons were just like the other races, some were good, some were bad. But people seemed to have a harder time seeing the good in creatures like him. He was hunted if he even went close to a town or city. More often than not, the injuries he suffered were from the people he saved, and not from the creatures he hunted. Though a demon, Vieru was responsible for many monster deaths out on the fields, even if people refused to see it, he was one of the good ones. He opened his eyes as the wind died down in his area, moving on to a different place.
Of course he had heard about the flyers, even seen one as the wind carried it elsewhere. He had seen the small writing on the bottom, saying that he may have been a descendant of a hero. But how could he, a demon, possibly be? It didn't matter anyway, the meeting place was in a town, he couldn't have gone even if he wanted to. It was just to take care of the dark threat anyway, something he did his part in doing when he hunted monsters. The towns that hated him so much stayed that much safer because of him. If only they knew what he did. But then again, they wouldn't believe him anyway. People were stubborn when it came to things they thought they knew everything about.
A small sigh escaped Vieru's lips. Perhaps one day he could find a place to settle down. But for now, he constantly moved, just like the wind he wielded. It was a tiring, thankless existence that wore on one both physically and mentally. An existence that would probably kill him, sooner than later. Shaking his head, he reminded himself that he had been still for too long and that it was time to move again. Picking a random direction he started to wander, making sure to stay well out of the way of any civilizations as he did. | Name: Vieru (Pronounced, Vee, Air, Ooh)
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Demon
Handiness: Right
Appearance:
Just ignore the Sheikah symbol.
Inheritance: As a descendant of Vaati, Vieru inherited powerful wind magic, with it he can shape the wind many different ways, including sharp blades, strong breezes with which to carry people on, and even small tornados and cyclones. Magic takes energy though, and the big stuff can tire him out.
Personality: Calm and quiet. Much more of a listener than a talker. Brave and stubborn, won't give in without a fight. Protective and loyal, a good ally through and through. Despite being a demon and the descendant of a villain, Vieru really is a good guy, just a little misunderstood. Okay maybe a lot misunderstood.
Recent history: Vieru has never had a place to call home. He hides during the day, when people are more likely to see him, and travels by night. He avoids towns as much as possible, because people don't respond well to a demon hanging around them. There are several times when he's been attacked just for wandering near a town. Though many don't know, or care to know, he's the one responsible for quite a few monster deaths as he quietly protects the people, even if they don't want his protection.
Personal Goal: To one day be accepted by people.
Three strengths
1. Long range fighting
2. Sewing
3. Finding places to hide when there doesn't seem to be any
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Fighting in closed in or small spaces
2. Talking to people
3. Due to his nature as a demon, he's weak to light magic. Even outside of battle it makes him nauseous.
Greatest Love: His one and only friend, the wind.
Hates the most: People who judge others based solely on looks.
Misc: Can see nearly perfectly in the dark. Most likely to fall for puppy dog eyes.
Theme song: Can't think of one at the moment. Will add later |
52,582 | 1,427 | 4 | 1,053 | 920 | Tina Din had traveled the world with the hope of figuring out the exact nature of the approaching darkness and how to stop it from sweeping across the land. She thoroughly searched the whole of Holodrum, delved into the depths of Subrosia, traveled through Labrynna, visited the exotic location of Termina, and even attempted to access the secrets of the dark realm on one of her more impressive attempts to uncover the truth of the approaching darkness but to no avail. Of course all that searching was not in vain, she stopped several monster plots, incinerated dens of evil, and even uncovered mystical secrets but no matter what she did, as an Oracle she could tell a time of darkness was soon approaching.
A few months ago as she was traveling the vast world in search of a way to stop the approaching evil she received an Oracle, well a very distinct dream anyway that appeared to be pointing her toward a trip to Hyrule. As an Oracle it was her duty to follow her instincts and travel to Hyrule to root out the evil. It took her a while to get there as she had been quite far from Hyrule on her quest but as she traveled she came across a particular poster which had a particularly interesting bit at the end. "To those of you who can see this: congratulations, you could have the blood of heroes. You are who I am truly looking for. A dark evil rises, if you have any attachment to this fair land and its people, Come. Your destiny awaits."
A quick investigation of the poster quickly revealed that those last lines were indeed magical in nature, only allowing certain people to read it. Finally she had a decent lead that might lead to her saving the world from evil. She quickly figured out the location and now finally, she was standing in front of the meeting hall. ""About time I finally got here, by Din's Fire its time I did what I was born to do!" With that little self-pep talk she waltzed into the Hero's Guild Hall, paying no real attention to the other occupants except the ones on stage.
With her somewhat eccentric outfit, rather large hat, fire rod, and small statue she certainly made an entrance for herself as she yelled out and pointed toward the stage, "If you have any information on the coming wave of darkness spit it our now! It's my destiny to stop this great calamity as the great Oracle Tina Din!" While lacking in height she had no shortage of self-confidence. Some people in the hall were taken aback from her abrupt entrance, a few just thought she was nuts, others instantly began to wonder about her claim.
"I don't know what the rest of you are here for and frankly I don't give an ember as long as you don't get in my way. Your information better be good or I am going to be very angry at having my valuable time wasted." Her piece said Tina quickly found her way closer to the front and crossed her arms in impatience. | Name: Tina Din
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Appearance:
A petite 5’3’’ young woman with somewhat short Hylian Ears.
Inheritance: Fire Rod – Capable of channeling her magic powers into fiery blasts which doubles as a lighting tool and a weapon.
Personality: Her magical prowess kind of gets to her head, making this small mage a bit of a narcissist. Stubborn to a fault, she can get exasperating at times. She also possesses a quick and often sharp wit which can put people off quite quickly. Another characteristic is her belief in justice and the destruction of evil, so at least her heart is somewhat in the right place.
Recent history: Descendant of the Oracle Din, Tina is charged with a destiny of keeping evil in check which she takes quite seriously. During her somewhat extensive travels it came to her attention the increased progression of natural disasters, evil rising up, and so on meaning that the land could soon plunge into darkness again. Feeling the call of her Oracle blood Tina has decided to find out the cause of the approaching storm and stop it.
Personal Goal: To become an unstoppable Oracle who can beat back evil without having to rely on others.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Magical Prowess – Tina was born with a great affinity for magic with a large and efficient mana reserve.
2. Fire Affinity – Part of the Din line her powers align greatly with the fire element. This makes fire magic easier than most and she can easily tolerate the heat.
3. Keen Mind – Being an Oracle descendant is not just for show, her mind can work fast and furiously, allowing her to adapt to situations and notice things out of the ordinary.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Stubborn – She can be stupidly stubborn, unwilling to change her mind at inappropriate times and may refuse help even when she clearly needs it.
2. Fragile – She is a mage, not a physical fighter. As such while not exactly weak she can easily be overpowered and physical exertion can quickly wear her down. Her height doesn’t really help matters either.
3. Overconfident – Tina is sure of herself, too sure a lot of the time and this overconfidence can get her into trouble, be it battle, a friendly game, and a tendency to believe she alone can do anything.
Greatest Love: Dark Chocolate, totally Divine.
Hates the most: Ironically those who put too much faith in their abilities.
Misc: Tina has a tattoo between her should blades that looks like a crystal with a red flame inside of it.
Theme song: |
52,583 | 1,427 | 5 | 351 | 2,364 | Ruink
While others seemed to value their time enough to desire inflecting bodily harm on those that wasted it, Ruink quite calmly sat in his seat in the middle of the room and happily munched away on a piece of cooked beef that he had sandwiched between two rather fresh and tasty slices of bread (his fins easily slicing through the bread roll it had been to start with). While there had been seafood present among the selection of food offered to those attending this meeting, Ruink honestly didn't trust its freshness this far inland. Seafood didn't travel overland well after all and besides beef was quite tasty.
Ruink enjoyed having his table to himself; He had accepted early on that no one wanted to sit near the 'weird looking zora' and had thus made the most of it by enjoying a footrest while listening to what was being said and who was saying it. In truth the idea that this was all little more then some sort of strange prank had crossed his mind but when he had set off from his home all he wanted was to have an adventure; If that involved falling victim to a prank like this then so be it. Besides, they offered up some pretty good food for free so as far as he was concerned they had more then made up for the prank in and of itself.
Finishing his sandwich and making sure his blue tunic was on correctly, Ruink took a moment to take a deep breath and calm his nerves. He didn't shout out like the others did; The answers would soon be forth coming, so he might as well wait and see who was left after people had talked and thought things out properly. | Name: Ruink
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Hybrid Zora/Hylian
Handiness: Right
Appearance: To human to pass as a Zora. To Zora to pass for human. Raink stands somewhat taller then the average Hylian but isn't quite as tall as his Zora peers. His shoulders are broad and his skin is a rather pleasant shade of pale blue that matches the pale yellow of the fins along his arms. His head is similar to that of a hammer head shark, but unlike his zora peers does not have a second set of eyes on the head of his head. The pair of eyes he does have are blue.
He is somewhat bulkier then the standard Zora, his body taking more after his Hylian heritage to the point were he doesn't have webbed feet. He also seems to lack the gills on his chest that normal zora's have, a fact that he normally covers up with a simple blue shirt that has a couple of pockets for his things.
Inheritance: Zora's Sapphire - No known benefit beyond the fact that it is a priceless heirloom that has been passed down through the family for generations and Ruink will protect it with his life if need be.
Zora Tunic: Said to have been used by the lover of Queen Ruto, this Zora Tunic has long been used and taken great care of by his half breed descendants due to their inability to breath underwater naturally.
Personality: Ruink has always been a little distant from those around him. Not out of rudeness or pride, but simply because he has always felt like an outsider to his own people due to his mixed heritage. Despite this, Ruink still highly respects and takes great pride in both of his heritages and actively seeks to do whatever he can to live up to it when the opportunity presents itself. He is also something of a hopeless romantic, largely because he views his own existence and that of the original coupling that created his bloodline as proof that love will conquer all.
Recent history: While of royal blood, the branch of the family that Ruink is apart of lost the throne due to their status as half breeds after one of their line married the Hylian hero of the age named Link. Raised in a loving family without having to worry about ascending to the throne, Ruink grew up on the coastline between Zora and Hylian territories. Earning a living by serving aboard the various Hylian ships (mostly fishing, but occasionally trading) that operated out of a nearby village, Ruink heard a great many stories about the world and learned a large number of skills that would aid him in surviving out in it, including how to fight with his fins to the point were he would be able to go toe to toe with a skilled swordsman.
Recently however something in his blood started to boil, yearning for adventure... one that Ruink is more than happy to take.
Personal Goal(s):
To go on an adventure worthy of his ancestors.
To meet the love of his life.
To have a story worthy of telling his descendants about.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Experienced Sailor/Swimmer
2. Has knowledge of a large number of cultures and stories.
3. Fighting with his hands/fins.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Drying out if away from water too long/Fire (Through as a hybrid, he is more resistant to this then the average Zora)
2. Status as hybrid may make being accepted by others hard.
3. Cannot breath underwater; While he can stay underwater longer then the standard Hylian, he still needs to come up for air every now and then.
Greatest Love: He hasn't discovered her yet.
Hates the most: Fire.
Ancestor(s):
Princess Ruto, Sage of Water and Queen of the Zora (Great grandmother)
Link, Hero of Hyrule (Grand father)
Misc: Is the youngest child with six older sisters. Has always wanted to see snow.
Theme music: |
52,584 | 1,427 | 6 | 157 | 3,049 | Swifty had just left the library, the young boy ran along the streets jumping up he grabbed a ledge and climbed up on to a roof. He'd learned a lot about castle town in the last couple of months, much like home the fastest way to get where you wanted to go was to go over people. With that he rushed and jumped to the next roof, smiling he began to leap between them, he looked down as some of the people below just started at the blonde boy crossing town in such a strange manner. He jumped down entering the inn music flowed through the air as he smiled, Castle town was much livelier than the coastal he'd come from.
Making his way up towards his room he stopped when he spotted a sign, it was about the heroes guild. He read over it once then again, could his bloodline really be that of a hero? It could at least help him figure out who his family is or was, that alone would be worth the trip. Going up to his room he collected his harp and bow, the only two things he really had of any value before grabbing his wallet and quiver. He set off for the guild hall, making his way through the streets quickly hoping this could be the lead he was looking for.
Swifty only paused a moment before entering the hall, he took a seat quiet wondering who he should ask about his powers. Absentmindedly he plucked at his harp, it made a soft medley but he tried to remain focused on finding some he could talk to about summoning arrows. He didn't understand this power and he desperately wanted to, it was his best chance to lean about his family. | Name: Samuel "Swifty"
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Appearance:
Inheritance: Light arrows- Summons an arrow of pure light, not very strong, he can summon them six to seven times a day.
Personality: Swifty has never trusted anyone, he's never had anyone to look out for him either. With that said it's made him a rather fiery and smart individual. Even without a proper education he's smarter than most people and a quick study. Under all of that he is rather kind and decent knowing that he should look out for others. Prefers to talk things out but never afraid to scuffle.
Recent history: Hailing from that coast he traveled inland wanting to see the place his parents came from. He seeks to discover his origins, as he has only recently come into his magic and is unsure of it's true extent. Staying in a small inn the center of castle town, often visiting library and exploring old records.
Personal Goal: To find out what happened to his parents and why he has this power.
Three strengths
1. Intelligent and well spoken.
2. Magically talented.
3. Very good archer.
Three weaknesses
1. Physically weak.
2. Not great at getting along.
3. Easily sidetracked.
Greatest Love: For the parents he lost.
Hates the most: People who would hurt others.
Misc: A talented singer and musician, though he's extremely embarrassed about it. He can often be caught alone singing to himself.
Theme music: Theme
Note: Descendant of Princess Zelda. |
52,585 | 1,427 | 7 | 680 | 30 | Karu was running. It happened far too often, really, he thought, as he ducked a flying object that looked suspiciously like a cat, although he couldn't be sure. Honestly, he thought the villagers would have appreciated his help, but apparently they didn't appreciate decent food. Or maybe it was the so-called 'sacred urn' he knocked over that annoyed them. Honestly, you knock over one holy artefact and suddenly you're the bad guy. Not that it was hard to outrun them, mind you. All he had to do was make it to the river, unless these villagers could breathe underwater.
He had it all planned out. He'd reach the bridge, pause for a second, say some badass but also incredibly witty line and dive into the water. It would have worked too, if he hadn't been smacked in the face with a flying piece of paper and belly-flopped into the river with all the style of a drunken pig. He flailed around for a moment until he remembered how to breathe, and relaxed, allowing himself to flow down the river, berating himself. This wasn't something he'd want added to his legend, and certainly not something he wanted getting back to his family. What kind of prince couldn't make a dramatic exit?
He looked at the piece of paper responsible for this whole mess. He was about to throw it away when he noticed the words 'Heroes Wanted!' and decided to give it a closer look. He skimmed over it. "Dark threats, save the land, ominous secret message... Sounds like what I'm looking for." He mumbled. He didn't bother questioning the "blood of heroes" bit. He was a prince after all, it made sense to him. "Where was it again?"
Checking the location, he found that it wasn't far off, so he swam along the river until he reached an area near enough to run in. He entered the hall just as a huge crowd of people ran out, and some strange guy was on the stage, looking like he'd just finished talking. Karu walked in, brushing a crab off of his shoulder and trying to ignore the fact that he was late, as well as that that several people in the room looked certifiably insane. | Name: Karu
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Race: Zora
Handiness: Right
Appearance: Quite tall, broad-shouldered and muscular compared to most Zora. His skin is a light blue, while the fins on his arms are much darker than the rest of him. His eyes are the same dark blue as his fins. He wears a necklace made of seashells all the time, only taking it off to sleep, as well as a simple rope bracelet on his left wrist. He also wears a belt where he keeps his whip and a spear strapped to his back.
Inheritance: Whip (Skyward Sword) – Currently allows him to swing over gaps, strong enough to carry his whole weight with little trouble. Magic makes it near-impossible to break. Can also be used in battle once he masters it further.
Personality: Proud and hotheaded, fiercely loyal and determined to prove himself to others, he has a tendency to throw himself into dangerous situations with little thought of the consequences, although he has the decency to be sorry about it afterwards. He will often throw himself into danger to protect others that he cares about. Generally cheerful, and makes an effort to get along with people when meeting them, most of the time, but has a tendency to hold grudges against people who do him wrong.
Recent history: The youngest prince of his tribe, he has always competed with his older siblings and come up short, finding himself outclassed time and time again, despite his determination to succeed. On one of these occasions, something went terribly wrong because of Karu’s actions, leading to his being sent out into exile, with orders not to return until he had proven himself worthy as a prince.
Finding himself completely alone for the first time, Karu now searches the land for people in need and quests that need completed in an effort to prove himself, and in a hope that eventually he will receive the message that would allow him home.
Personal Goal: To prove his worth to his people.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Swimming and breathing underwater.
2. Determination – Once he sets his mind on something, it is impossible to change it.
3. Skilled with spears, can use then to fight and also to fish for food.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Hot-tempered – easy to offend, and holds grudges.
2. Doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.
3. Vulnerable to heat and fire
Greatest Love: Diving, especially from cliffs and waterfalls – The higher the better
Hates the most: People who disrespect him or question his honour
Misc: Karu is surprisingly good at dancing and singing, although the only songs he knows are those from his tribe.
Theme song: ??? |
52,586 | 1,427 | 8 | 531 | 3,680 | Rida had been one of the few who had helped to pass out the fliers. She had her gate floating behind her like it always did. She went nowhere after all without the gate. Some people took them because they thought she was cute, others took the fliers because they thought her cuccos were terrifying. It took a lot of guts after all to raise Cuccos. Soon enough Rida came upon what seemed to be a demon man. She personally didn't care what a person was, looks can be deceiving after all. That was certainly true for her as well.
Henry made her want to approach this man even more however. Henry knew that this man was a descendant after all. The Cucco ran towards the demon man. Soon enough he jumped at the man and attempted to land on his head. "You must be a descendant as well!" Rida said running up to the man. She had a stack of fliers in her hand. "You need to come and join the Guild!" Rida said with a smile. Henry looked quite proud of himself for finding this descendant as well. | Name: Rida Romani
Age: 13
Sex: Female
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Inheritance: Gate of Souls: It allows her to summon creatures from other worlds, she most commonly summons chickens to do her bidding. But has been known to summon other creatures as well including deku’s, though she strains herself to summon the dekus and will only summon them when in a corner as they have been known to turn on her when she does so.
Personality: Rida is like a coin. She has two sides to her personality. On one side Rida is a kind and caring child, she is also extremely curious often getting herself into trouble even. On the other side of personality is one that is darker, and power hungry, where it came from is a bit of a mystery though.
Recent history: Much of Rida’s early past is questionable, but for the post part Rida grew up on a farm. Rida one day the wagon that Rida was riding broke. When she went into the storage room she found what she thought was a wheel, however once she touched it she found that it became a the Gate of Souls. Ever since she has been using the power of the gate to perform various deeds within the guild.
Personal Goal: The make Cuccos a respected power.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Understanding Cuccos
2. Early awake
3. Skilled with a pitchfork, though she doesn’t carry one.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Physically weak
2. Can’t swim
3. Loses control of the portal from time to time.
Greatest Love: Henry, the Cucco
Hates the most: Questions about who she is descended from
Misc: Has a Cucco named Henry who can sense other Descendants. |
52,587 | 1,427 | 9 | 2,170 | 1,634 | A tiny point of light flitted curiously from tree to tree, nearing an unusual sight near the edge of the ancient forest. A boy, by the looks of him, one of the Shadow Folk that took up residence in the forest so long ago. Several generations of their people had lived and died here; the lives of most of these people were mere eyeblinks of time compared to the fairies that were present since the beginning. Some few of them lasted longer – three, maybe four fluttering of eyelashes by the little fey’s reckoning, but they were rare. Long ago the shadow people built their home here, and made it into a place where they constantly trained for a war that never quite happened.
Many battles had come and gone, but apparently not the one for which they trained. Generations upon generations of these industrious (but scary) people fighting, learning, and passing along their knowledge to the next group of kids to come to adulthood in their dark little town, like a brutal, stealthy snowball picking up size and speed, rolling downhill over the course of centuries.
The fairy didn’t much like them. Admittedly, she wanted to know more about them, especially when they did something unexpected, like the boy she came to spy upon. They rarely left the forest, and never alone unless one of the older ones told them to. But no, this one seemed content, even happy, to strike it off on his own. She had been watching him for some time now. He was strange, this one. Seemed nicer than most, but very strange.
On this particular early evening, the boy was sitting cross-legged near the coals of a small fire, his back to a stout tree. A Deku Stick covered in resin lay suspended above the glowing embers, curing in the heat. The features of the shadow person were obscured by the hood of a long brown coat, but she knew them well. He looked like most of his people did; thick, white hair and red eyes, tawny skin, but unlike most of the Shadow Folk, he bore a mark around his left eye – three triangles above and a teardrop below. It was a common symbol among these people, but the fairy had not seen it inscribed ON one of them in a very long time.
The fairy hovered a little closer, out of the protection of the greenery the forest provided. Ever nearer to the Shadowkin boy, she felt compelled to make some kind of actual contact if he was leaving for good. Unsure as to why, the tiny sprite just needed, for whatever reason, to announce her presence.
A sudden rustling in the leaves nearby caught her attention, right off to her side. It was just a fat squirrel, doing fat squirrel things around the base of a nearby tree. It was hardly worth the head turn, but being this close to one of the Shadow Folk made her a little jumpy. Her gaze rolled back to the boy in the brown coat, just in time to see a triangle of sharpened steel dangerously dart past her. The movement to throw the weapon didn’t even register with the fairy; it was as if it flew from somewhere in his coat of its own accord.
A sickeningly short squealing sound issued from where the squirrel used to be. In place of a happy, fat woodland creature, there swung a lifeless sack of fur and meat, pinned to a tree by a kunai dagger. Its death was mercifully quick, despite its bushy tail continuing to spasm a few times more before finally relaxing and joining the rest of its body in motionless defeat.
Shocked that some outcast kid from the Shadow Folk would be so cavalier with hurling a knife near her, the gossamer winged fey buzzed right between he and his kill, put hands to hips, and shouted,
“Hey! Listen!”
The kid in the brown coat was already on his feet to recover the squirrel. Hearing what the diminutive creature of magic said to him, he paused, furrowed his brow, and gave her an otherwise blank expression. Since the time of the Hero (when he was still a Hero), a fairy saying that to one of the larger folk could be considered quite insulting, depending upon presentation.
Of course he saw the fairy before he threw his kunai. He’d have to be completely oblivious not to. She had just been trying so very hard to stay hidden, he didn’t want her to feel discouraged. This was his first time seeing a fairy so close up, and he marveled at her tiny, delicate features.
Even if she did seem livid with him.
Her fury at the upstart youth faded almost instantly upon looking at his face. He was in awe of her. A broad, warm smile upswept his features, melting away the jagged, dangerous opinion she had of the boy. Something else, too – this was no child. Youth, perhaps. She had been following the young man around for a while now and never realized this. It was all the same to her, though; all of these people were kids compared to her. Even the ones that outlived the rest of their kind. Yeah, she would keep referring to him as a boy.
The fairy’s face must have softened, because instantly the young Shadow had darted around her before she was aware. The kid was fast. Alarmingly so. He recovered his kill and ran back to his little fire. In a flash, he had skinned and gutted the woodland appetizer, much to the disgust of the fey lady, still hovering in the same spot as before. He waved her over with bloodstained fingers, and threw the carcass onto a cooler spot of the coals with a bit of sweet grass.
She shook her head and flew closer. “You’re Cricket, aren’t you?”
The youth nodded, still smiling as he poked his supper around the coals with a stick.
“You’re that weird Sheikah who talks to bugs.” she continued flatly, even as Cricket raised an eyebrow and assumed a faux bemused look. “Can you show me?”
Perhaps the fairy wasn’t trying to be rude. If so, she was demonstrating measured success in the attempt. But, this was Cricket’s first discussion with a fairy, such as it was. He would remain civil. He sighed, and briefly shook his head. Pointing at the sun, sinking slowly toward the horizon, he wagged his fingers separately and lowered his hand until it came level with hills in the distance. The fairy understood.
“When it’s dark? You’ll show me when it gets dark? Ok!” She seemed a little too excited by this.
Cricket flipped over his squirrel, inspected the still-curing Deku Stick over the coals, and began cleaning his knife. After another quarter hour, he removed his squirrel from the heat and set it on a flat rock along the edge of his fire pit. Cricket’s casual gesture, offering some of the squirrel to his dinner guest was answered swiftly as the fairy rushed her tiny hands to her mouth in hopes of preventing vomit from falling earthward. Cricket shrugged, wiggled out of his coat, and took a big bite.
As the last light of the day caressed the trees on the edge of the Great Forest, Cricket picked up his freshly cured Deku Stick and gave it a twirl. The resin, activated by heat, had osmosed into the light, fibrous wood of his new staff, giving it amazing tensile strength and flexibility. Enough to use as a walking stick or martial tool, it was versatile, strong, and if necessary, disposable. He easily spun it in his hands, making the air around him perilous with his practiced movements. No mere stick anymore, this was a proper Deku Staff.
Not that he really needed another weapon, mind you. He already possessed several knives, two flat and single-edged kodachi short swords, and (most surprisingly) a deep red boomerang of ancient design, familiar to the fairy. She gasped, audibly. She knew exactly what it was AND what it meant, but kept quiet. It cemented a decision for her, when she saw it. Whomever this kid is and wherever he was going, she was going, too.
Day slowly turned to night as the young Sheikah reached into a case and removed a masterfully constructed violin. He raised the bow to the strings, cycled a breath, and readied himself for the upcoming symphony. Before he could begin, the mischievous sprite lighted upon the neck of his instrument, and said in a very matter-of-factly tone,
“You’re Cricket. I’m Faye. Of course Faye isn’t my real name, but Cricket isn’t yours, either, is it?”
Cricket shrugged and nodded in agreement. Faye continued, “You’re about to make a big mistake tomorrow, aren’t you? No one’s supposed to leave the forest without permission, and no kid is supposed to go without a fairy. Now, I know you’re not a Kokiri, but the last kid that left like this wasn’t either, and believe you me, he really needed a fairy.”
Her face darkened, as if remembering something tragic. “Ok, so he isn’t the best example. Look, I know things about the bigger world, kid. You need me. And I was asked to keep an eye on you. I’m coming with, and that’s that!”
Cricket smiled and nodded his consent, then shooed Faye off of his violin and began to play. The light of the big, white moon through the trees and soft red of the still-glowing embers before him played little tricks on the eyes of would-be observers of the scene. Not that there were any, except for Faye and the occasional nocturnal bird.
Crisp sharp notes sprang from the enchanting instrument, nimble fingers guiding short, fluid strokes of horsehair across silvery strings. Rhythmic chirps on the highest register of the violin greeted the night air, matching pitch and tempo with the crickets native to the area. His efforts immediately bore fruit.
The sound of the little black insects grew louder as they moved closer, beginning to chirp in unison. Soon, the sound threatened to overpower that of the Sheikah’s music, until he staggered his own notes between the new cadence of the crickets. A good third of the assembled insects switched to match his notes again. The alternating sound of cricket and cricket made for a powerful natural percussion as he began to play in earnest.
It was not so much that Cricket plied his talent, more than he seemed to open an unseen gate that allowed the dulcet, magical tones to flow in an ever changing yet perfectly blending stream of emotion-inspiring melody. He played with no particular song in mind, allowing the music to go as it seemed to need. Free-flowing sweetness, ethereal, like cold starlight through a strand of pouring honey, a piece of his soul made audible. Frightening at times, but beautiful beyond imagining, his song continued.
Faye could not believe what she was witnessing. In a life as long as hers, she had personally seen only two other events which affected her in this manner. It seemed to pull raw emotion from her tiny heart and splay it open for her to see, uncovered and honest, without reservation and without barrier. She hovered where she was, mouth agape, blinking away tears of forgotten feelings and glowing faintly in the young night.
From deeper in the woods, fireflies signaled again and again, a swirl of visual beauty and confusion that echoed Faye’s thoughts. How dare this child, this child of a race that hunts and kills under orders or their own dubious reasons, this unfit, unspeaking outcast make her feel anything this strongly? And what under Nayru’s sky gave him the right to play such music that would stay with her until the day her light was extinguished? She understood now, with no small amount of annoyance, that she was bound to the Shadow Folk youth.
Cricket’s concert was quite done before Faye realized that the music has stopped. Like a flavor lingering long after the fruit was finished, the experience of this music kept moving in her mind, fading slowly, bit by bit until she realized that most of the crickets had gone and the night was still again.
Most, not all of the crickets were gone. In the gloom, the fairy’s sharp eyes caught the outline of her new companion, bent down with his arm extended. Tiny chirps sang from his arm, indicating more than one of the little black bugs had decided to remain with him. He nodded, again presenting an engaging smile. The masterful manipulator of music and emotion was gone, replaced by the cordial (if strangely quiet) Woodland Sheikah.
Fading into the darkness of the woods about them, Cricket gathered a few more sticks for the fire. When satisfied with the rejuvenated blaze, he scrambled up the nearest tree and settled comfortably onto the crook of a large branch, confident that any unwanted visitors would be drawn to the light and unaware of his presence until he deemed it necessary. If it needed to be deemed with something sharp, Cricket was prepared.
He settled into a light sleep, the occasional chirp of his new cricket friends helping him drift off into dreamless respite. Faye, now committed to her charge as the Sheikah’s companion, dimmed her light and flew carefully up the tree. It would be a first for her, sharing lodging (of sorts) with a Shadow kid and a couple of insects. She had a feeling she would be in for many other firsts before this chapter of her life was over.
In the morning, Cricket slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the cold, grey light of the dawn before committing his body to any attention-drawing large motion. Confident that his surroundings were safe, Cricket slowly stretched and lowered himself to the ground. While admittedly more comfortable moving about in the dark, he was preparing for overland travel. Crossing the plains of Hyrule at night had always been perilous, even moreso in recent years. This day needed to start early and end early, hopefully with the red-eyed youth locating appropriate shelter, or at least a good, stout tree to climb before the sun surrendered to the dusk yet again.
Some force, unknown and constant, compelled Cricket forward. Silent certainty filled him; this is where his destiny lay. His first steps in his new journey took him out of the Kokiri Forest and into Hyrule Field at a jog, pacing himself for the long road to come. New friends, or at least new companions, joined the determined Sheikah as he moved ever forward to whatever fate, or the Goddesses, had in store for him.
For once, the Sheikah youth tried to be open and non-secretive with new people in an unfamiliar setting. It wasn't going very well for him. He felt exposed. He could feel the eyes of others linger on him; judgemental eyes, curious, some even fearful. He shrugged off his insecurities as best he could and made a move for the pile of food.
The sheer variety of people present made it rather difficult to melt into the background, so he didn't bother trying to blend in. To attempt to do so would, paradoxically, merely serve to draw attention to himself. Taking the opposite route, the shadow kid leaned his deku staff against a chair to reserve it, ran to the gigantic table of delicacies, and loaded up a plate as high as it would go without causing a foodalanche.
When he returned to his seat, he proceeded to inhale everything in short order. New foods were always interesting, especially rich, city fare. Having lived off of roots and small, open pit roasted field mammals for the last few days, the change was welcome.
There was one tiny concession that he allowed of himself, owing to his "skittish out in the open" nature: he selected a seat near a wall and a window - affording a vantage point from which to observe people as well as a potential exit if the scene got ugly. He didn't know any of these people, and while he was trying to put himself out there (achieve his destiny, and all that), he didn't want to make a stupid mistake by ignoring his instincts.
Were a person to take special note of his smaller movements, one may notice the youth pausing his rapid consumption and tilting his head to one side, as if listening to a tiny voice only he could hear. This was immediately followed by his shiny, red eyes locking on one or another of the guests with a studious, inquisitive glare. This repeated every so often, generally only directed at those who had actual Heroic relics. Every so often he would nod, occasionally smile, or shake his head as if he were mid-conversation.
He also noted the drama with some disdain. Whether or not these people were well-versed in warcraft, he was certain that when it mattered, they would provide an excellent distraction. Distraction was important; it allowed him to use his own talents more efficiently. Still, with everyone acting the part of the blustery adventurer, he didn't want to look like a pushover, or worse yet, something's meal in the near future.
In an attempt to stave off this perception, he pushed his chair back and reclined somewhat as the vocal intonations of the people with really valuable time reached a crescendo. He unbuttoned his long, brown coat, letting it fall open at his sides. His open garment revealed sleek, black attire, adorned at regular intervals with a myriad of short, stabbing implements. Setting a cheshire grin across his face, the shadowkin youth leaned forward and began drumming his fingers together.
From somewhere in the room, there issued the soft sound of crickets chirping. | Name: Cricket
Age: 17 (but looks younger)
Sex: Male
Race: Sheikah (Sheikiri?)
Handedness: Right
Cricket is of average to shortish height and lean, with thick white hair, tawny skin, and wiry muscle. His eyes are his most striking feature, red and very expressive, with three triangles tattooed above and a teardrop tattooed below his left eye. His style of dress is distinctive, combining elements of Kokiri and Sheikah attire, mostly colored black with an extra scarf-like bit around his neck that acts as a half mask when necessary. Cricket’s ears are pierced in three places each with small, simple gold rings. A brown hooded coat covers most everything. This is good because he is generally covered with kunai daggers and two particularly large and nasty blades: Sheikah kodachi. The last two are worn openly. He carries a simple, utilitarian backpack that looks like it is made of tree bark.
Inheritance:
Magic Boomerang – At this time, capable of stunning enemies and retrieving objects. Fast movement, long range. Always returns to Cricket, regardless of those pesky laws of physics.
As he gets better acquainted with the item, upgradable abilities may include manipulation of flight path, attacking multiple targets in one throw, and spontaneous generation of three such boomerangs.
Personality:
In contrast to the reputation of his people, Cricket is warm and friendly, and just a bit of a showoff. When he’s on the clock, however, he’s all business and no emotion. This has caused people to wonder if he has a split personality, and this is exacerbated by his lack of speech. He adores music, either performing or listening to it.
Cricket was born into a clan of Sheikah, living in secrecy in the forests near Kokiri lands. The two peoples were more than a little wary of each other at first, but over time they came to be allies. The Kokiri helped them adapt to the ways of the forest and attune their skills to their new environment, and in return the Sheikah defended their forest and taught them the ways of stealth and martial prowess. In these hard times, sadly, even the innocent must take up arms from time to time. As generations passed, the two cultures diffused, resulting in a more forest-running and musical clan of Sheikah, skilled in the use of Kokiri tools in addition to their own. Deku staves became an easy to make and use weapon alternative, and deku nuts became a staple product.
Cricket received a calling; a bit of wanderlust, if you will. Among his own people, he is just now considered an adult, and as such is allowed to explore the wider world. He is compelled to walk the path of the Hero, such as it is in this day and age, even if the means to the ends aren’t always that heroic (in the classical sense). He believes that there is a great future ahead of him, so long as he follows these compulsions and gut feelings. Curiosity as to where this takes him next drives him forward.
Personal Goal:
To see what he can see, help where he can help, and bring what he learns back to his people.
Three strengths:
1. Extensive stealth training – Sheikah Rule #1: Don’t be seen, don’t be heard.
2. Agility Monster – Fast, dexterous little lunatic, Cricket is an accomplished acrobat and is most proficient with short blades and thrown items.
3. Musically adept – Plays several instruments proficiently, particularly his fiddle. Reads music and can genuinely feel emotion from the notes.
Three weaknesses:
1. Mute – Cricket cannot or does not speak, for reasons unknown by most outside of his clan.
2. Race – Sheikah are distrusted by many, and he cannot hide his appearance short of magic.
3. Apparent Age – Cricket is considered a man by his clan; he is old enough. Unfortunately, he looks like a kid and is often treated as such, even by individuals that can look past his heritage.
Greatest Love:
Good music. Cricket is drawn to it; listening to masterfully composed and performed music is worth as much as gold to him.
Hates the most:
People who are unnecessarily cruel to kindly, chirping crickets. Bastards, all of them.
Ancestor:
Impa, Sage of Shadows and Royal Guardian
Most of the people of Cricket's clan are descended of Impa's family. A few can say they have direct lineage to Impa herself.
Companion:
Cricket is accompanied on his adventures by a fairy who goes by the name of Faye. She has noted that Faye is not her real name. Faye and Cricket aren't fast friends just yet; the fairy is compelled to follow him for her own reasons. Having spent a lot of time observing the Shadow Folk; it has influenced her behavior. She is knowledgeable of the world's lore and the creatures within it, often acting as an adviser to young Cricket.
And yes, she will shout "Hey! Listen!" when angry or excited.
For some odd reason, crickets seem to like him. He will often walk out into a clearing in the dead of night, sit down, and play short chirps rhythmically on his fiddle. A truly remarkable chorus of the little guys respond, creating an awe-inspiring nocturnal symphony. He is rarely without one or two on him, who appear to know when he needs to be quiet. They seem to take care of themselves. It is unknown why this phenomenon occurs, or if he has some kind of unconscious control over them. Regardless of why, it has served no actual practical purpose thusfar, aside from being fairly impressive and a little creepy. It earned him his public name. His birth name revealed only to his clan, maybe a trusted few.
Cricket doesn’t speak, communicating with hand gestures, facial expressions, and occasionally his music. He is multi-lingual, being familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Good luck getting him to translate for you, though. Sleeps in trees, rafters, or other high places when possible.
Inventory:
Kodachi (2), Kunai (8), Deku Nuts (20), Deku Stick, Finely crafted fiddle (in case), Some rations, large blanket, pen, ink, and papers in a scroll case. Oh yeah, Magic Boomerang.
Rupees: 50
"Shadows", by Lindsey Stirling. I try to imagine the percussion done by rhythmically chirping crickets. |
52,588 | 1,427 | 10 | 70 | 496 | He was tired, it had been days since he had last gotten a good night's sleep. Or, good day's sleep. Vieru travelled mostly by night, when people were much less likely to see him. Day or night, it didn't make much of a difference to him, he could see just fine either way. Perhaps that was why the demon didn't notice the little, feathered, creature until it was jumping at his head. Startled, Vieru quickly sent a small breeze at the little bird, sending it's path away from his head. Catching it lightly in his arms, he held it away from him and stared for a moment. It was a Cucco, the only thing people feared more than demons. "What are you doing out here little guy?" He asked, confusion obvious in his voice. It wasn't common to see Cuccos wandering alone, out in the fields they usually travelled in flocks.
A sudden voice literally caused him to jump, he really did have his guard down if he allowed someone to sneak up on him. Usually he was excellent at staying out of sight. Taking advantage of his leap, Vieru shifted the Cucco to one hand and tucked it close against his body, his now free hand conjured up a breeze that caught him and carried him into the air. Putting well out of range of most projectile weapons, not to mention close range ones. His grip on the Cucco was very careful, it was gentle enough not to aggravate the bird, but firm enough that it hopefully felt safe enough to not rip his face off. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd survive this without injury.
With the wind still swirling around him both protectively and simple keeping him up, it left him free to do other things. Vieru pressed his long ears back against his head and let out a menacing snarl, hoping to simply scare the person off. Which, considering he was holding a fluffy bird, would be kind of difficult to do. He had only heard a portion of what the person said, as he had been thinking more about getting away than anything. They had said something about descendants and some kind of guild. Ah, that's right, that flyer said the same things. Whatever, he was still a demon, it was impossible for him to be descended from a hero. The only demons in Hyrule's history were evil.
If he couldn't scare the person off, then it would come to him either fleeing or being forced to fight. Right now Vieru didn't want either one of those. What he really wanted was to find a nice, quiet, safe, spot and maybe get some sleep. "Get away from me human!" Vieru hissed, "If you don't, then you may not be leaving this place at all!" A major bluff, he wouldn't really go around killing people, but they didn't know that. The only things he hunted and killed were monsters. If people actually had proof that he killed people, well then he would be hunted constantly. Never again getting a moment of peace. | Name: Vieru (Pronounced, Vee, Air, Ooh)
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Demon
Handiness: Right
Appearance:
Just ignore the Sheikah symbol.
Inheritance: As a descendant of Vaati, Vieru inherited powerful wind magic, with it he can shape the wind many different ways, including sharp blades, strong breezes with which to carry people on, and even small tornados and cyclones. Magic takes energy though, and the big stuff can tire him out.
Personality: Calm and quiet. Much more of a listener than a talker. Brave and stubborn, won't give in without a fight. Protective and loyal, a good ally through and through. Despite being a demon and the descendant of a villain, Vieru really is a good guy, just a little misunderstood. Okay maybe a lot misunderstood.
Recent history: Vieru has never had a place to call home. He hides during the day, when people are more likely to see him, and travels by night. He avoids towns as much as possible, because people don't respond well to a demon hanging around them. There are several times when he's been attacked just for wandering near a town. Though many don't know, or care to know, he's the one responsible for quite a few monster deaths as he quietly protects the people, even if they don't want his protection.
Personal Goal: To one day be accepted by people.
Three strengths
1. Long range fighting
2. Sewing
3. Finding places to hide when there doesn't seem to be any
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Fighting in closed in or small spaces
2. Talking to people
3. Due to his nature as a demon, he's weak to light magic. Even outside of battle it makes him nauseous.
Greatest Love: His one and only friend, the wind.
Hates the most: People who judge others based solely on looks.
Misc: Can see nearly perfectly in the dark. Most likely to fall for puppy dog eyes.
Theme song: Can't think of one at the moment. Will add later |
52,589 | 1,427 | 11 | 367 | 4,787 | Rima nervously slipped into the building just as the very important man was starting his speech, and he looked around the very much filled room. Taking a deep swallow, he half turned and shoved his dominion rod further down into his pack so it couldn't bee seen. He had brought in in hopes that someone would be able to dig up some kind of old lore or something on it. That was sounding less and less likely.
Refocusing his attention back on the speech, Rima would look more nervous as the speech went towards 'if you're not willing to die painfully, leave.' It was very difficult for the young scholar not to do just that, but he managed to get over himself enough to get out of the doorway so as to let those who did want to leave to leave. Why did everything interesting have to be deadly and dangerous. While he wouldn't be joining those leaving, he couldn't keep himself from murmuring under his breath.
"P-personally, I'm not the go out and get in fights... I prefer just reading about them..." He didn't say this loud enough for anyone to really hear, but his anxiety would be clear to any onlooker. His hands would be fidgeting with his belt buckles, the nine arrows in the crappy makeshift quiver he had on his belt, the strap that held his hommade bow to his back. He was clearly no ranger, but he looked as if he might be able to handle himself in the woods alone. If he had a book that told him which berries he should eat. | Name: Rima Torotos
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Right
Inheritance: Dominion Rod
Personality: Easy to frighten, and fairly unsure of himself.
Recent history: Rima grew up in a small town that had cropped up not far from Ordon that had a much greater focus on hunting than that of its neighbor. The two became trading partners, naturally, and all the better for it. However, that isn’t particularly important as Rima was always much more interested in histories and lore. Due to his being in a small village, however, he didn’t exactly have a lot of historical tomes on-hand. So, he had to put up with having to learn to hunt until he had made enough money to be able to go to castle town. It made him a decent archer, enough so to deal with anything he met on the road, but he never really was as good as most other people from his village his age. Once he had gone to Castle Town, he managed to find a job at a library that payed just enough to live in a crappy apartment. With a roommate.
Personal Goal: To one day be a great Loremaster
Three strengths:
1. Decent-ish Archer
2. Knows a bit of ancient lore
3. Diligent
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Glutton
2. Can’t hold a drink
3. Clumsy
Greatest Love: Books
Hates the most: Blood
Misc: Most likely to interrupt a monologue to correct grammar.
Theme music: N/A |
52,590 | 1,427 | 12 | 1,157 | 100 | Ever since Kagumo saw the poster, she knew it would help her getting all 3 goddess treasures she wanted, so she headed to where the gathering was going to be. She noticed the writing that was on the bottom of the paper, but was too focused on the possible rewards.
When she got to the hall, she saw many other people gathered here and food set out everywhere. She didn't expect this many people to be here, but wasn't entirely surprised, considering the rewards they could obtain. Kagumo had never seen half the food that was here, so she started to eat it. Eventually a man appeared on the stage wearing a mask. After he had got everyone's attention and to be quiet, he did a speech about why he had all these people gathered. Kagumo sort of paid attention to the person that was talking. Introducing who the other people on stage were. Than the man mentioned how if people were here to make a quick buck, they should leave. This didn't make much sense to Kagumo. "Of course everyone here is to make a quick buck or reward. Why else would anyone show up?", Kagumo thought to herself. The masked man then mentioned how the people would have to deal with danger that could result in death. Kagumo had dealt with that possibility her whole life, even coming close a few times. Yet Kagumo knew she'd be able to deal with whatever dangers could arise, especially with the Roc's Cape she had stolen long ago. It had become invaluable in her adventures. | Name: Kagumo
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Race: Gerudo
Handiness: Left
Inheritance: Roc's Cape
Recent History: Kagumo was born in Gerudo Valley. Ever since she was a little girl, she was trained to be a thief. She became a fast learner, being able to pickpocket people at the age of 10. During one of her travels, she stole Roc's Cape from a temple, and has been using it at her disposal. With this in her possesion, she could obtain the 3 mythical treasures: Naryu's Love, Din's Fire, and Farore's Wind.
Personal Goal: Kagumo's goal to have all three goddess treasures in her posession, making her become one of the best thieves the world has ever seen.
Strengths:
-Very agile and quick on her feet
-Knows how to blend into the crowd/surroundings
-Knows how to use her appearance/persuasiveness to get out of situations
Weaknesses:
-Can get in way over her head when trying to acquire her target
-While she does have weapons on her, she isn't very proficient with them and acts clumsy at times
-Becomes easily flustered by anyone she is attracted to
Greatest Love: Treasure
Hates the Most: People who try to impose themselves on her
Random Fact: Is a very amazing dancer and can play the harp while dancing. |
52,591 | 1,427 | 13 | 2,048 | 1,547 | Mari and Rida convince Vieru to join the guild
Rida watched as the demon man flew into the sky with Henry with him. When he threatened her though things started to change. Her gate of souls started to activate at this. Her face changed to that of a rather sinister looking grin as well. "You really don't want to pick a fight with me. Also I'm not leaving without Henry there." Rida said pointing up to Henry.
At this point Henry was quite angry after this main threatened his owner. His eyes almost seemed to turn red with anger. With a loud "Bwak!" Henry started to peck at the man with great ferocity. "Now you come with me calmly, or I throw more Cuccos at you. Your choice!" With this Rida changed back to a rather innocent looking face. Though her threat was all too real as the Gate of Souls was now starting to spill out Cuccos, one at a time.
Vieru really didn't want to pick a fight. He just wanted to be left alone, that's why he had tried to scare the girl off. But apparently she was too stupid to notice the fact that a demon had just threatened her. Henry? Who was that? Was she talking about the bird? She must have been because the thing started pecking at him. Great, now even the Cuccos hated him. This was exactly the type of thing he had wanted to avoid. People attacking him needlessly. With a frustrated huff, Vieru dropped the bird, no longer caring about it's safety. And now the girl was threatening him, with Cuccos, which were coming out of some kind of portal near her.
"Leave me alone human!" Vieru hissed, angry about the situation. Mostly angry at himself for letting his guard down. Calling up his magic, he prepared a wave of razor, sharp, wind to throw at the girl and her birds. If she wanted a fight, she'd certainly get one. A very short one as he was more interested in leaving than anything else. In matching with his more aggressive wind magic, the breeze holding him up became stronger, swirling around him quickly. As always, his only friend was at his side, ready to help.
A rustle came from a nearby thicket of bushes, and out stepped a teenage girl wearing a medium sized burlap backpack with various trinkets and items haning from it's sides. At the sight of the brawl that was about to happen, she let out a large gasp, "Rida! What are you doing!" Mari shouted, reaching for a peculiar purple mask hanging very close to her arm.
Rida could tell that this was just going to turn into a fight if she kept going. And now that she noticed Mari there as well she took a step back. "I guess I should have started with the selling tactic huh?" She asked Mari before looking back up at the demon. At this point all of her Cuccos were next to her. Each of them looked up at Vieru with the cutest look they could muster. Rida then followed with even more of a cuter look on her face.
Vieru's heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to think of a way to take out this many Cuccos, at least long enough to fly the hell out of there. Now another person was showing up, another girl who seemed to know the first. Warnings were going off in his head, he needed to get out of here, now. But then, everything changed. Instead of attacking him, the Cuccos just stared up at him, not moving, or blinking, or anything. Then the girl joined in. He was very confused. They had suddenly gone from threatening...To cute. The demon bit his lip, a sharp fang digging in hard enough to draw blood.
Vieru's brain overloaded for a moment and the wind stopped swirling around him. Thankfully he snapped out of it before hitting the ground, instead staying a few feet up, so he could still escape if needed. "What do you want?" He demanded, crossing his arms and trying to keep some control over the situation. "And why are you looking at me like that?" He couldn't believe that he was talking to a human. All of them just seemed to want to kill him, not to chat.
Mari looked at the technique that she had taught Rida to sell items more efficiently, a smug grin on her face. Somethimes they had posed as sisters to bring in more bussiness since her eyes could convince a Goron to swim. After a moment Mari realized why Rida would be doing this and looked over at the demon who floated there in the air, "Rida, did Henry think he was a decendant?" she calmly asked, trying her hardest not to be shocked.
Rida smiled back at Mari. "He did! Henry flew right for his head!" Rida said with a smile. "And I want him to join us!" Rida added making sure that Vieru heard.
Mari looked back to the man who floated in the air and tilted her head, "You dont see people much do you? Poor guys probably scared out of his mind. Here, have some Red Potion on the house!" Mari ripped one of the bottles that dangled from her bag off its hook and tossed it upward at Vieru, the red liquid sloshing inside.
There was all that stuff about descendants again. Vieru still had no idea what any of that meant. And now the two girls were talking to each other and not directly at him. Even though he had asked questions. The demon pinched the bridge of his nose, this was starting to become a major headache. The second girl started talking to him. It wasn't that he didn't see people much, it was that whenever he did, they wanted him dead. He was in fact scared out of his mind though, but certainly wasn't going to show that. He growled when something was thrown at him, and caught it on a breeze. He examined it before letting it drop into his hand. Usually when things were thrown at him, they were dangerous. "Why would I even consider joining you when I don't know what you want me to join?" He asked, ignoring the potion for now.
Rida smiled at Vieru. "We want you to join the new Guild! You must have seen the fliers right? We could certainly use more friends like you! I bet your fun once we get to know you!" Rida added with a smile as she approached him. The portal was still moving around behind her, but it seemed to be a sort of sleep mode where it didn't do much. "So what do you say mister? Will you join our cause to save the world?" Rida added. The Cuccos were still giving him the adorable look as before. It was hard to say no the them and Rida.
It seemed that everything was coming back to that new guild. The one he had seen the flyer for. The one that once again talked about descendants and saving the world. The same things this girl was talking about. Her and the birds were still staring at her in a confusing manner. With a tired sigh, Vieru finally let the breeze holding him up move on, and he dropped those last few feet to the ground. By this point he was semi-certain that these girls weren't going to hurt him. Though, as the one tried to approach him, he stepped back. He wasn't that certain yet. "I would but... Do you really think they'd let a demon near town, let alone be okay with working with one?" He said, his voice much less menacing and much more human than before.
"Of course, if youre with us you should have nothing to worry about. We are two of the most respected people in these parts." Mari intentionally avoided mentioning Ark and the others because of their Black and White opinion on morals. Last thing she needed was Ark hunting this guy down to Terminia to find him. Her strategy would be to introduce him as a human first, then one he proved himself, she could reveal that he was a demon. Ark might be clever but not as clever as her thats for sure! Mari sat down and swung her bag around infront of her. "Either of you hungry? I, for one, have been passing out those stupid flyers all day!" she said, pulling out a small pile of sandwitches with a side of Octorok calamari. | Name: Mari
Alias: Happy Item Salesgirl (Some of her neighbors and relatives call her the Bitchy Item Salesgirl
Age: 17
Sex: F
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Right
Appearance:
Inheritance: Majora's Mask
Personality: Petty, selfish, greedy, sometimes rude but most of the time can hide her less desirable traits.
Recent history: Joined the Hero's Guild as soon as it was formed but never really came to meetings up until now. Spends a lot of time selling her wares.
Personal Goal: Reclaim the fortune that her family once had.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Telekinesis (with mask)
2. Good barterer
3. Stubborn (Also a weakness)
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Stubborn
2. Apathetic
3. Poor hand-to-hand combat
Greatest Love: Herself/Money
Hates the most: Cheap customers
Misc: Most likely to screw somebody over for Rupees
Theme music: |
52,592 | 1,427 | 14 | 478 | 347 | Oryx had traveled far to attend this supposed "hero's guild meeting", from the far outer boundaries of the land to the dense city of Castle Town. He had lived alone on the outskirts of Hyrule due to his unique situation. From a distance and even close up Oryx seemed like any other clad knight, perhaps a bit scarier in part to all the skulls that adorn his armor. However once one had exchanged a few words with the hollowed knight mixed with the dark aura that radiated off of him like a keese on fire, it became very apparent that he was not a man whatsoever but a monster. Word had gotten around about the undead knight and several had come searching to slay the monster, but Oryx easily thwarted them or avoided them all together. He had bigger things to worry about than fighting wannabe heroes. When a flyer had slipped out of one of his opponents armor he was quick to his feet in hopes of making it to the guild. The flyer had something extra at the bottom, but it was too feint and garbled for him to read it, either way it probably wasn't important. Darkness was coming, he had felt it for a while now, but it grew stronger with everyday. And undead or alive he would help stop it.
He had arrived late, walking through the door, hand on the hilt of his sword he took in his surroundings. He knew his new presence would alarm many. Death, darkness, torture surrounded him like vultures to a carcass and it was slowly filling the air. However to the veterans they would be able to detect the sliver of light that hung on by a thread. He took a seat in the corner of the room not daring to take of his helmet. Regardless people scurried away from him to other places of the room.
The lady had just finished up saying something about it being dangerous and about dying switch got a small chattering chuckle from Oryx. "I must say... there are worse things then death in this world... Death is cynical reward I'd happily accept if it would so grace me with such a kindness..." Oryx said softly to no one in particular but loud enough for anyone listening to hear clearly. The room was filled with a large assortment of "heroes" if you could even call them that. However who was he to judge? He was in worse shape than many if not all of the others who showed up so far. | Name: Sir Oryx the Cursed Knight
Age: 1027
Sex: Male
Race: Stalfos
Handiness: Left
Appearance: Standing at 5'11, Sir Oryx is completely incased in his cursed armor which is decorated with that of skulls. Only those with keen eyes might see through his armor for what he actually is.
Inheritance: Sword of Valor - A sword passed through his family for generations, imbued with the spirit of Justice and Bravery that allows him to retain his mind and control over his cursed body.
Personality: Sir Oryx despite his horrific appearance and unsavory demeanor is still as noble and humble at heart as when he was still alive, living true to the fact it matters what's on the inside not on the outside. He is kind hearted and still holds onto his duties to serve and protect the people of his land and even those in need of help.
Recent history: Sir Oryx was not always as grotesque and offensive to the eyes as he is in his current state. Oryx served as a Hylian Knight to the Royal Family in his past days among the living. As a Hylian Knight he embodied the spirit to place others before himself and that there was no greater honor that to sacrifice one's self for another. He was the ideal Knight of the time, compared to many of his fellow comrades who more likened themselves to knight in name only, and not so much in practice. Oryx aspired to one day be a Royal Guard, only for the most worthy and humble of knights and he was on the right path to becoming one perhaps in a few more years of service. Disaster struck as an evil darkness descended upon the Kingdom and it was lost. With the Kingdom gone and the Royal Family gone Oryx went into self exile at his failure to protect his land from evil.
However a hero of light arose from the darkness and defeated the great evil, saving the land and restoring peace. Oryx returned from his exile to serve as a Hylian Knight and hopefully redeem himself. As time went on though evil once again slowly seeped into the land now from outside, but from within its borders and the source being the Legendary Hero of Time. Corrupted by unlimited power, Oryx devised a plan among fellow brave knights to stop their land from falling into darkness once more, but their plan was uncovered and they were punished harshly for their crimes. They were forced to serve as his knights for all eternity. Stripped of life, they were turned into Stalfos Knights to guard his castle.
During a great battle waged by heroes of past, present, and future, he stood guard in the Tombs of Hyrule's past ruler to future increase their pain by standing in the presence of some of Hyrule's greatest rulers and to know that they failed them. When the Hero of Time was thrown into the future, they remained there, still stuck in eternal servitude to him as was per the chase of the curse. Standing there, completely aware of their surroundings, yet unable to control their own decomposed bodies they remained for 1,000 years. However while the other knights became made and their minds ultimately coming to reflect their bodies Sir Oyrx's remained true. He focused hard on what his duties were as Hylian Knight, even if he didn't resemble one no more. His family's sword that his hands still clung to began to create a magical barrier around him after absorbing the magical aura of the past rulers of Hyrule. His sword unbeknownst to him which had been past down through his family of 10 generations of Hylians Knights had been infused with goodness and the essence of what makes a true knight.
As he felt his master's return into the land of Hyrule, the magical barrier created by his sword solidified and broke him of his chains, he was free to control himself once more, but still cursed to be among the living until the creator of his curse was vanquished. Sir Oryx left the tomb and set out to defy his master once again, hopefully this time for good.
Personal Goal: To protect his homeland, free himself and his fellow comrades and to finally be laid to rest.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Very skilled Swordsman.
2. Can speak to the more friendlier dead.
3. Noble of heart, always tries to see the good in people despite people always seeing the bad in him.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Despite his good intentions at heart, his new form has made him incredibly weak against light magic.
2. As a Stalfos Oryx tends to cause panic and be seen as a monster, not as the person he once was.
3. Without his sword he mind will crumble, and the darkness the lurks within will be unleashed and he will fall prey to being a servant of darkness.
Greatest Love: Nature
Hates the most: Bullies, those who hurt others
Misc: Dogs really like him... for his bones... |
52,593 | 1,427 | 15 | 2,170 | 1,634 | The Sheikah youth looked about at his surroundings, confident at this time that all those who would arrive had arrived, and all those who would leave had left. An extended silence passed over the remaining sentients in the guild hall. Maybe they were waiting on something. Maybe they were merely sizing each other up. The uncomfortable stillness in the air amid people staring at each other was tangible.
Without drawing much attention to himself, the knife-covered kid buckled closed his long brown coat and produced a secure looking case. Opening the case, he withdrew an exquisitely crafted violin, set it to his chin, and drew a matching bow across its strings.
Sweet, soulful notes flew from the instrument, but only a few. It was the first handful of notes from the song associated with the old Legend of the Princess Zelda, played in a manner inspiring hope, the same way it was said to have been played when the Hero of Time was still a Hero.
With the first few notes still heavy in the air, the musician paused, bright red eyes twinkling above a cheerful smile. He looked expectantly at the others he noticed carrying musical instruments, and repeated the first notes of the song. In turn, he locked eyes with his potential bandmates. Again, slowly, deliberately - he drew his bow across his violin, producing the same epic notes, hoping his new comrades would catch on.
Music always seemed to bring people together back home, he hoped it would here as well.
So it's not a violin. Sue me. | Name: Cricket
Age: 17 (but looks younger)
Sex: Male
Race: Sheikah (Sheikiri?)
Handedness: Right
Cricket is of average to shortish height and lean, with thick white hair, tawny skin, and wiry muscle. His eyes are his most striking feature, red and very expressive, with three triangles tattooed above and a teardrop tattooed below his left eye. His style of dress is distinctive, combining elements of Kokiri and Sheikah attire, mostly colored black with an extra scarf-like bit around his neck that acts as a half mask when necessary. Cricket’s ears are pierced in three places each with small, simple gold rings. A brown hooded coat covers most everything. This is good because he is generally covered with kunai daggers and two particularly large and nasty blades: Sheikah kodachi. The last two are worn openly. He carries a simple, utilitarian backpack that looks like it is made of tree bark.
Inheritance:
Magic Boomerang – At this time, capable of stunning enemies and retrieving objects. Fast movement, long range. Always returns to Cricket, regardless of those pesky laws of physics.
As he gets better acquainted with the item, upgradable abilities may include manipulation of flight path, attacking multiple targets in one throw, and spontaneous generation of three such boomerangs.
Personality:
In contrast to the reputation of his people, Cricket is warm and friendly, and just a bit of a showoff. When he’s on the clock, however, he’s all business and no emotion. This has caused people to wonder if he has a split personality, and this is exacerbated by his lack of speech. He adores music, either performing or listening to it.
Cricket was born into a clan of Sheikah, living in secrecy in the forests near Kokiri lands. The two peoples were more than a little wary of each other at first, but over time they came to be allies. The Kokiri helped them adapt to the ways of the forest and attune their skills to their new environment, and in return the Sheikah defended their forest and taught them the ways of stealth and martial prowess. In these hard times, sadly, even the innocent must take up arms from time to time. As generations passed, the two cultures diffused, resulting in a more forest-running and musical clan of Sheikah, skilled in the use of Kokiri tools in addition to their own. Deku staves became an easy to make and use weapon alternative, and deku nuts became a staple product.
Cricket received a calling; a bit of wanderlust, if you will. Among his own people, he is just now considered an adult, and as such is allowed to explore the wider world. He is compelled to walk the path of the Hero, such as it is in this day and age, even if the means to the ends aren’t always that heroic (in the classical sense). He believes that there is a great future ahead of him, so long as he follows these compulsions and gut feelings. Curiosity as to where this takes him next drives him forward.
Personal Goal:
To see what he can see, help where he can help, and bring what he learns back to his people.
Three strengths:
1. Extensive stealth training – Sheikah Rule #1: Don’t be seen, don’t be heard.
2. Agility Monster – Fast, dexterous little lunatic, Cricket is an accomplished acrobat and is most proficient with short blades and thrown items.
3. Musically adept – Plays several instruments proficiently, particularly his fiddle. Reads music and can genuinely feel emotion from the notes.
Three weaknesses:
1. Mute – Cricket cannot or does not speak, for reasons unknown by most outside of his clan.
2. Race – Sheikah are distrusted by many, and he cannot hide his appearance short of magic.
3. Apparent Age – Cricket is considered a man by his clan; he is old enough. Unfortunately, he looks like a kid and is often treated as such, even by individuals that can look past his heritage.
Greatest Love:
Good music. Cricket is drawn to it; listening to masterfully composed and performed music is worth as much as gold to him.
Hates the most:
People who are unnecessarily cruel to kindly, chirping crickets. Bastards, all of them.
Ancestor:
Impa, Sage of Shadows and Royal Guardian
Most of the people of Cricket's clan are descended of Impa's family. A few can say they have direct lineage to Impa herself.
Companion:
Cricket is accompanied on his adventures by a fairy who goes by the name of Faye. She has noted that Faye is not her real name. Faye and Cricket aren't fast friends just yet; the fairy is compelled to follow him for her own reasons. Having spent a lot of time observing the Shadow Folk; it has influenced her behavior. She is knowledgeable of the world's lore and the creatures within it, often acting as an adviser to young Cricket.
And yes, she will shout "Hey! Listen!" when angry or excited.
For some odd reason, crickets seem to like him. He will often walk out into a clearing in the dead of night, sit down, and play short chirps rhythmically on his fiddle. A truly remarkable chorus of the little guys respond, creating an awe-inspiring nocturnal symphony. He is rarely without one or two on him, who appear to know when he needs to be quiet. They seem to take care of themselves. It is unknown why this phenomenon occurs, or if he has some kind of unconscious control over them. Regardless of why, it has served no actual practical purpose thusfar, aside from being fairly impressive and a little creepy. It earned him his public name. His birth name revealed only to his clan, maybe a trusted few.
Cricket doesn’t speak, communicating with hand gestures, facial expressions, and occasionally his music. He is multi-lingual, being familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Good luck getting him to translate for you, though. Sleeps in trees, rafters, or other high places when possible.
Inventory:
Kodachi (2), Kunai (8), Deku Nuts (20), Deku Stick, Finely crafted fiddle (in case), Some rations, large blanket, pen, ink, and papers in a scroll case. Oh yeah, Magic Boomerang.
Rupees: 50
"Shadows", by Lindsey Stirling. I try to imagine the percussion done by rhythmically chirping crickets. |
52,594 | 1,427 | 16 | 157 | 3,049 | Swifty looked around the place, the people seemed strange and varied yet all of them drew back. He knew many heroes in the past had fought alone against great evils, he wondered if they were simply trying to be like their ancestors. He wanted to show them his power, to ask about but he worried they would know nothing or worse if it wasn't a heroes power all. The young man sighed looking towards the people in the center, most were older than him, yet others looked amazingly strong yet here he was standing with them. That's when a Sheikah boy entered, Swifty stared a bit, fascinated and in awe. Sheikah were a rarity and rather famous in legends as guards of the royal family.
Swifty looked at the boy who had begun to play, the music was familiar in a way though perhaps had simply heard it in a tavern before. He began to pluck the strings of harp gently as he got up, falling into rhythm with the violinist, he smiled. Moving to stand by him he began to play along, letting the music drift through the hall he almost felt like dancing of he wouldn't that would just be embarrassing to do here. Still he smiled enjoying playing music with the other boy. He got the feeling they would be fast friends, or at least understand each other. | Name: Samuel "Swifty"
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Appearance:
Inheritance: Light arrows- Summons an arrow of pure light, not very strong, he can summon them six to seven times a day.
Personality: Swifty has never trusted anyone, he's never had anyone to look out for him either. With that said it's made him a rather fiery and smart individual. Even without a proper education he's smarter than most people and a quick study. Under all of that he is rather kind and decent knowing that he should look out for others. Prefers to talk things out but never afraid to scuffle.
Recent history: Hailing from that coast he traveled inland wanting to see the place his parents came from. He seeks to discover his origins, as he has only recently come into his magic and is unsure of it's true extent. Staying in a small inn the center of castle town, often visiting library and exploring old records.
Personal Goal: To find out what happened to his parents and why he has this power.
Three strengths
1. Intelligent and well spoken.
2. Magically talented.
3. Very good archer.
Three weaknesses
1. Physically weak.
2. Not great at getting along.
3. Easily sidetracked.
Greatest Love: For the parents he lost.
Hates the most: People who would hurt others.
Misc: A talented singer and musician, though he's extremely embarrassed about it. He can often be caught alone singing to himself.
Theme music: Theme
Note: Descendant of Princess Zelda. |
52,595 | 1,427 | 17 | 515 | 4,608 | On the stage, Kira watched the chaos the gathering had started to degenerate to. Several of them were doing what people do best. Showing off. She turned to The Warden, who was watching uncaringly, his mask hiding any expression on his face. "Should we continue? They seem to be growing restless." He shrugged. "Acting so casually, without a care in the world even though everything they know will soon end. Lord, what fools these mortals can be." He said. He then nodded. "As you must."
Kira stepped forward as Ark banged his spear on the floor to get everyone's attention. "Judging by your apparent lack of focus, I believe it is time to get your answers. Leave or stay the choice is yours."
At these words, many in the room got up and left. There were so many, it took several minutes for everybody to leave. Finaly, when it was certain everyone who would leave had left, Ark took a head count. "Ten here, including the three of us, and the two that are conspicuously absent, that makes fifteen." He said. The Warden sighed. "More than I expected. A good sign or a bad one, which it is remains to be seen." He, Ark, and Kira walked off the stage and stopped in the middle of the room. "Gather 'round." He said. When everyone had, he spoke again. Well, you stayed. That makes your brave or foolish, depending on whether you survive or not. Our first mission has already been decided. Follow me." With that he started towards the door. Kira sighed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She said. The Warden turn around, his visible eye looked thoughtful. "Hmm... gather suckers, excuse me, recruits, brief 'em, and send them into battle....Nope, don't think so." He said, cheerfuly. "You haven't even told them your name." Ark rumbled. The Warden placed his fist in his palm. "Thats right, a name. Call me The Warden, or Warden. He said. "Now lets be off." He spun on a heel and walked away. Kira pressed her fingers to her forhead. "That man..." She muttered. Ark slipped off somewhere. "Lets talk as we walk, we have a lot of ground to cover. Don't be fooled by his appearnt lack of care, he has put a lot of though and effort into this. Yes, there will be fighting, but Ark and I will be assessing your fighting ability and training those of you who lack it. Our first destination is the foothills of the Death Mountain Range, a place some of you might feel at home at." She looked at each in turn.
"Any questions? | Name: He goes by Kyogen
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Inheritance:
Fierce Deity Mask- A mysterious mask that is said to have extrordinary powers. Unfortunately, it exhibits nothing of the sort, remaining a simple (but creepy) mask.
Broken Sword- A massive two handed sword, broken into three pieces. The hilt piece is long enough to pass as a short sword.
Personality: A very mysterious man. He is a wanderer who doesn't like to get involved, but too often he does. He is a very light hearted and seemingly carefree soul who likes to joke around and entertain people through jokes or stories or music. Especaly childern, he has a soft spot for childern. He is also very kind hearted and a good man through and through, he always tries to do the best thing in any situation, even if it goes against his personal beleifs. He doesn't get angry easily, but when he does, he explodes like a volcano. He loves food and has a fondness for strong drinks that is without equal. That said, his tolerance for it is quite high. In combat, however, the easydoing facade drops and he becomes an emotionless killing machine. He has mood swings in other ways, too. Sometimes he gets melancholy and speaks little.
Recent history: A wanderer shrouded in mystery, he spends his days going from town to town, earning a living however he can.
Personal Goal: He seems to be searching for someone or something...
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. An incredible warrior
2. A kind heart
3. Gets along easily with others
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Often takes too much on himself
2. Prefers to be alone
3. Merciless
Greatest Love: Coffee
Hates the most: Cowards (and a certain person)
Misc:
He plays a hand drum he keeps in the pack he carries around.
The feather in his hair has a sharp blade point
He is a good artist and carver.
Terrible morning person. |
52,596 | 1,427 | 18 | 2,768 | 10,526 | Joseph followed the others, it taking every once of will power he had not to draw his bow and put an arrow into the three, soon two, who'd been on stage. Damn paranoia. Not everything and everyone is out to kill me. I hope. Sighing at his own pessimism, he almost misses the destination, which is the Death Mountain Foothills, a place he'd been but two or three weeks prior. "Yeah, I just cleared the foothills three weeks ago at most. There isn't a strong enough monster population for that kind of test yet, so what are we fighting then?" Knowing they had a destination in mind made it easier to relax slightly, and to help him further relax, he pulled the Hero's Bow off his back and began looking over the string, trying to see if any of it needed replaced. | Name: Joseph
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Appearance: Joseph stands at approximately 6'2", with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a lithe, atheltic build that hides not only a strong body, but a strong mind and will. Has a lightly tanned complexion, but looks like a normal Hylian otherwise, including the pointed ears.
Inheritance: Hero's Bow
Personality: Joseph is a gruff person, but sociable for a Hylian Ranger. He's also been known to be clever in ways you wouldn't expect.
Recent history: Joseph is an interesting character, having been born in Castle Town but spending most of his life out in the forests and fields of Hyrule. His father was a ranger of sorts who spent his time hunting out pockets of monsters, stalfos, wolfos and the like, and wiping them out with both magic and blade. When he grew to be old enough, his father began to teach him how to properly use a sword and archery, starting with basic parries, slashes and thrusts and eventually going into more advanced maneuvers. However, the young Hylian took to archery more than swordplay, so his father shifted focus into archery, teaching him how to do trick shots and improve his accuracy with his magic.
Joseph, however, never knew his mother, who his father said died of an illness when he was no older than two years of age. The magic his father knew he learned from his mother and so it was the same magic that Joseph learned, though in his travels he has learned other forms of magic as well. In the years since he was old enough to wander as a ranger himself, he's lost his father and the small home they had lived in and now has a small cabin built on the edge of Odon Forest well away from an old village. He didn't like the feeling he got from it when he passed by and he could remember his father clearing out monsters from there more than once in his youth.
Personal Goal: To keep Hyrule safe the only way he knows how
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Knowledge of the wilds
2. Cooking skills from time in wilds
3. Knowledge of poisons
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Not as strong people person
2. Likes to work alone
3. None to welcoming to anyone he doesn't know
Greatest Love: The Wilds
Hates the most: Monsters
Misc: Most likely to put an arrow in your knee.
Hylians have a strong skill with both magic and martial combat. Dane uses both as a swordsman and an archer, turning his magic inward to increase his natural reflexes and strength to greater heights than a normal person, even imbuing arrows with fire and wind spells. Also has a great amount of dexterity and speed, allowing him to more aptly wield his single sword and his bow. Also well versed in archery.
Theme song: (Optional) |
52,597 | 1,427 | 19 | 2,170 | 1,634 | The interruption to the music could not be overlooked; one does not simply stop a good song, at least not so flippantly. Particularly when said song opened the first non-hostile interaction the interior of the Heroes' Guild Hall had seen since discussion began. Must be a personality trait common to outsiders.
He hoped that it was probably for the best. The lack of information thusfar was surprising. Back home, everything that was needed for a mission was organized, intelligence about an area or target passed along fluidly without need for speech. If something changed on the run, a few hand and facial gestures were returned with similar, passing along that which was required to make the mission work. Perhaps his own shortcomings in the regard of communication would be a greater hindrance than earlier anticipated.
Regardless, the slender Sheikah wanted to see where this led. So far, he had followed instinct and gut feelings to this place. Ego and pretentiousness of potential colleagues shouldn't keep him from sorting out the riddle to his existence.
Holding his arms out wide, violin in hand, he bowed to the Hylian(?) with the harp who had joined him. With graceful reverence for his instrument, the Sheikah youth nestled it into its case and tucked it back away.
The group was filing out now, the remaining ones, and he needed to get ready for a long trek. Again. A note of mild irritation crossed his face as he realized that, just an hour after reaching his destination, he needed to pack up and travel. Such was destiny, very likely. At the very least, he was becoming more familiar with the lands around Hyrule firsthand.
He hung back, hovering around the mounded table of food. Unsure as to when another opportunity to eat things he didn't kill himself, he hoarded a few choice goodies, preserved or preservable, into his pack and pockets. When fairly sure the group was far enough out, the young man scratched his coat three times, as if signaling.
From inside one of his exterior coat pockets, a tiny creature emerged. It was a fairy; a companion commonly associated with the Kokiri. This one kept her light dim, and her clothing dark. Different from most. She stretched her wings and buzzed around the thick, white hair of her charge before settling down on his shoulder. Were one to observe very carefully, one could see her dainty face mouthing words and twisted into an expression of annoyance, as if she were scolding him for something or another.
The Shadow Folk merely smiled an infectious, cheerful grin. He shouldered his pack, adjusted his blades, and took up his staff. Smoothly, he moved to follow the group, staying to the rear right flank of the procession. Tactical positioning, observant, maintaining a clean line of sight on three sides while making himself an unlikely first target.
The second before he exited the building, however, he made sure to grab the drumstick of a large bird and a fruit pastry.
You know, for the road. | Name: Cricket
Age: 17 (but looks younger)
Sex: Male
Race: Sheikah (Sheikiri?)
Handedness: Right
Cricket is of average to shortish height and lean, with thick white hair, tawny skin, and wiry muscle. His eyes are his most striking feature, red and very expressive, with three triangles tattooed above and a teardrop tattooed below his left eye. His style of dress is distinctive, combining elements of Kokiri and Sheikah attire, mostly colored black with an extra scarf-like bit around his neck that acts as a half mask when necessary. Cricket’s ears are pierced in three places each with small, simple gold rings. A brown hooded coat covers most everything. This is good because he is generally covered with kunai daggers and two particularly large and nasty blades: Sheikah kodachi. The last two are worn openly. He carries a simple, utilitarian backpack that looks like it is made of tree bark.
Inheritance:
Magic Boomerang – At this time, capable of stunning enemies and retrieving objects. Fast movement, long range. Always returns to Cricket, regardless of those pesky laws of physics.
As he gets better acquainted with the item, upgradable abilities may include manipulation of flight path, attacking multiple targets in one throw, and spontaneous generation of three such boomerangs.
Personality:
In contrast to the reputation of his people, Cricket is warm and friendly, and just a bit of a showoff. When he’s on the clock, however, he’s all business and no emotion. This has caused people to wonder if he has a split personality, and this is exacerbated by his lack of speech. He adores music, either performing or listening to it.
Cricket was born into a clan of Sheikah, living in secrecy in the forests near Kokiri lands. The two peoples were more than a little wary of each other at first, but over time they came to be allies. The Kokiri helped them adapt to the ways of the forest and attune their skills to their new environment, and in return the Sheikah defended their forest and taught them the ways of stealth and martial prowess. In these hard times, sadly, even the innocent must take up arms from time to time. As generations passed, the two cultures diffused, resulting in a more forest-running and musical clan of Sheikah, skilled in the use of Kokiri tools in addition to their own. Deku staves became an easy to make and use weapon alternative, and deku nuts became a staple product.
Cricket received a calling; a bit of wanderlust, if you will. Among his own people, he is just now considered an adult, and as such is allowed to explore the wider world. He is compelled to walk the path of the Hero, such as it is in this day and age, even if the means to the ends aren’t always that heroic (in the classical sense). He believes that there is a great future ahead of him, so long as he follows these compulsions and gut feelings. Curiosity as to where this takes him next drives him forward.
Personal Goal:
To see what he can see, help where he can help, and bring what he learns back to his people.
Three strengths:
1. Extensive stealth training – Sheikah Rule #1: Don’t be seen, don’t be heard.
2. Agility Monster – Fast, dexterous little lunatic, Cricket is an accomplished acrobat and is most proficient with short blades and thrown items.
3. Musically adept – Plays several instruments proficiently, particularly his fiddle. Reads music and can genuinely feel emotion from the notes.
Three weaknesses:
1. Mute – Cricket cannot or does not speak, for reasons unknown by most outside of his clan.
2. Race – Sheikah are distrusted by many, and he cannot hide his appearance short of magic.
3. Apparent Age – Cricket is considered a man by his clan; he is old enough. Unfortunately, he looks like a kid and is often treated as such, even by individuals that can look past his heritage.
Greatest Love:
Good music. Cricket is drawn to it; listening to masterfully composed and performed music is worth as much as gold to him.
Hates the most:
People who are unnecessarily cruel to kindly, chirping crickets. Bastards, all of them.
Ancestor:
Impa, Sage of Shadows and Royal Guardian
Most of the people of Cricket's clan are descended of Impa's family. A few can say they have direct lineage to Impa herself.
Companion:
Cricket is accompanied on his adventures by a fairy who goes by the name of Faye. She has noted that Faye is not her real name. Faye and Cricket aren't fast friends just yet; the fairy is compelled to follow him for her own reasons. Having spent a lot of time observing the Shadow Folk; it has influenced her behavior. She is knowledgeable of the world's lore and the creatures within it, often acting as an adviser to young Cricket.
And yes, she will shout "Hey! Listen!" when angry or excited.
For some odd reason, crickets seem to like him. He will often walk out into a clearing in the dead of night, sit down, and play short chirps rhythmically on his fiddle. A truly remarkable chorus of the little guys respond, creating an awe-inspiring nocturnal symphony. He is rarely without one or two on him, who appear to know when he needs to be quiet. They seem to take care of themselves. It is unknown why this phenomenon occurs, or if he has some kind of unconscious control over them. Regardless of why, it has served no actual practical purpose thusfar, aside from being fairly impressive and a little creepy. It earned him his public name. His birth name revealed only to his clan, maybe a trusted few.
Cricket doesn’t speak, communicating with hand gestures, facial expressions, and occasionally his music. He is multi-lingual, being familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Good luck getting him to translate for you, though. Sleeps in trees, rafters, or other high places when possible.
Inventory:
Kodachi (2), Kunai (8), Deku Nuts (20), Deku Stick, Finely crafted fiddle (in case), Some rations, large blanket, pen, ink, and papers in a scroll case. Oh yeah, Magic Boomerang.
Rupees: 50
"Shadows", by Lindsey Stirling. I try to imagine the percussion done by rhythmically chirping crickets. |
52,598 | 1,427 | 20 | 70 | 496 | The entire situation was incredibly confusing to Vieru. The first humans to interact with him and didn't want him dead were incredibly strange. And he had just agreed to join a Guild, with people, who would almost certainly hate him. Then there was the matter of the Red Potion the girl had thrown him. Nobody had ever given him anything before, even something as simple as this. Vieru didn't think he needed to drink it right now, so he tucked it into the pouch at his hip for the time being. The girl who had thrown him the potion suddenly announced that she was hungry and sat down, pulling food out of her pack.
She asked if anybody else was hungry, and Vieru eyed the food for a moment. He barely trusted them enough to be on the ground near them, there was no way he was accepting food from them. Even if it did look good. "I'm alright, thanks." He said politely declining the food and making sure he was a safe distance away from the girls, and the Cuccos. He was thinking about how foolish he was. There was still a chance of getting away. One good breeze was all it would take to escape. But something was making him stay. Whether it was the fact that the girls had been so kind to him, or something else, he had no idea.
After taking a few nervous steps back, Vieru slowly lowered himself to the ground. Sitting cross legged. He sighed contently, finally he had the chance to rest. Even if he was still on guard with the girls around. "I uh, suppose I should tell you my name." He said suddenly, choosing each word carefully. He didn't exactly get many chances to talk to people, let alone introduce himself. "...I'm Vieru." Bitterly he thought that they must not have expected a demon to have a name. After all, they were monsters without feelings who murdered in cold blood. And were certainly not responsible for many monster deaths in the area.
Vieru took a deep, calming breath, and closed his eyes. Trying to relax despite the company he was in. He tried to forget they were there and just focused on the feeling of the wind. It was almost as if he was meditating. Which, he kind of was. After a moment he opened his eyes again, wanting to keep an eye on the humans. He definitely wasn't going to be able to relax around them. He doubted that he'd ever get used to being around humans. That is, if they didn't just kill him outright. | Name: Vieru (Pronounced, Vee, Air, Ooh)
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Demon
Handiness: Right
Appearance:
Just ignore the Sheikah symbol.
Inheritance: As a descendant of Vaati, Vieru inherited powerful wind magic, with it he can shape the wind many different ways, including sharp blades, strong breezes with which to carry people on, and even small tornados and cyclones. Magic takes energy though, and the big stuff can tire him out.
Personality: Calm and quiet. Much more of a listener than a talker. Brave and stubborn, won't give in without a fight. Protective and loyal, a good ally through and through. Despite being a demon and the descendant of a villain, Vieru really is a good guy, just a little misunderstood. Okay maybe a lot misunderstood.
Recent history: Vieru has never had a place to call home. He hides during the day, when people are more likely to see him, and travels by night. He avoids towns as much as possible, because people don't respond well to a demon hanging around them. There are several times when he's been attacked just for wandering near a town. Though many don't know, or care to know, he's the one responsible for quite a few monster deaths as he quietly protects the people, even if they don't want his protection.
Personal Goal: To one day be accepted by people.
Three strengths
1. Long range fighting
2. Sewing
3. Finding places to hide when there doesn't seem to be any
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Fighting in closed in or small spaces
2. Talking to people
3. Due to his nature as a demon, he's weak to light magic. Even outside of battle it makes him nauseous.
Greatest Love: His one and only friend, the wind.
Hates the most: People who judge others based solely on looks.
Misc: Can see nearly perfectly in the dark. Most likely to fall for puppy dog eyes.
Theme song: Can't think of one at the moment. Will add later |
52,599 | 1,427 | 21 | 351 | 2,364 | As the meeting started to get underway and more and more people left, Ruink had finished his sandwich and watched rather quietly as the situation unfolded. There were more people speaking up and making demands but there were one or two voices that caught the hybrids attention above all others.
The first voice that caught his attention was the rather petite woman that was yelling about destiny. If her introduction was anything to go by her name was Tina Din and she claimed to be some kind of Oracle that would defeat a great evil. Her self importance and ego aside, she was kind of cute and her choice of outfit drew the eye, if only because of how outside of the normal it was. Someone to speak to later he felt...
The second voice to really stand out was one speaking about how everyone was here for some sort of reward or payment. Turning towards what turned out to be another woman's voice, Ruink's gaze landed on the rather captivating sight of a Gerudo woman. He had seen some of the Gerudo before back home through they were still a rare and exotic sight to behold... this one especially so. Provided of course that she didn't end up robbing him blind this trip was looking more and more like the correct decision to make as far as Ruink was concerned.
Still, the meeting got underway as 'Warden' took over, making it clear that they were relocating to somewhere near the foothills of the Death Mountain Ranges. While moving to such a place would fill most Zora with fear of dehydration (and with good reason) Ruink himself had much less to fear; The benefits of being a hybrid after all.
Thinking to himself for a moment, he removed a small wooden disk from a pocket of his tunic. On one side was a carefully craved picture of a crown while on the other was a likewise carefully craved fish picture. Flipping the disk into the air, he caught it in his open palm as it came back down before slapping the disk onto the back of his left hand. Uncovering the disk, the fish side was clearly on top.
His mind made up, when the party started to move out Ruink made the effort to be at around the same part of the group as the Gerudo woman. Offering her a warm smile, he politely asked "So, what sort of treasure do you think we'll uncover during this adventure? Even if it isn't the goal, if stories have told me anything the lairs of beasts and monsters tend to contain treasures and items that were either lost there when the area was originally abandoned or horded by the monsters themselves." | Name: Ruink
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Hybrid Zora/Hylian
Handiness: Right
Appearance: To human to pass as a Zora. To Zora to pass for human. Raink stands somewhat taller then the average Hylian but isn't quite as tall as his Zora peers. His shoulders are broad and his skin is a rather pleasant shade of pale blue that matches the pale yellow of the fins along his arms. His head is similar to that of a hammer head shark, but unlike his zora peers does not have a second set of eyes on the head of his head. The pair of eyes he does have are blue.
He is somewhat bulkier then the standard Zora, his body taking more after his Hylian heritage to the point were he doesn't have webbed feet. He also seems to lack the gills on his chest that normal zora's have, a fact that he normally covers up with a simple blue shirt that has a couple of pockets for his things.
Inheritance: Zora's Sapphire - No known benefit beyond the fact that it is a priceless heirloom that has been passed down through the family for generations and Ruink will protect it with his life if need be.
Zora Tunic: Said to have been used by the lover of Queen Ruto, this Zora Tunic has long been used and taken great care of by his half breed descendants due to their inability to breath underwater naturally.
Personality: Ruink has always been a little distant from those around him. Not out of rudeness or pride, but simply because he has always felt like an outsider to his own people due to his mixed heritage. Despite this, Ruink still highly respects and takes great pride in both of his heritages and actively seeks to do whatever he can to live up to it when the opportunity presents itself. He is also something of a hopeless romantic, largely because he views his own existence and that of the original coupling that created his bloodline as proof that love will conquer all.
Recent history: While of royal blood, the branch of the family that Ruink is apart of lost the throne due to their status as half breeds after one of their line married the Hylian hero of the age named Link. Raised in a loving family without having to worry about ascending to the throne, Ruink grew up on the coastline between Zora and Hylian territories. Earning a living by serving aboard the various Hylian ships (mostly fishing, but occasionally trading) that operated out of a nearby village, Ruink heard a great many stories about the world and learned a large number of skills that would aid him in surviving out in it, including how to fight with his fins to the point were he would be able to go toe to toe with a skilled swordsman.
Recently however something in his blood started to boil, yearning for adventure... one that Ruink is more than happy to take.
Personal Goal(s):
To go on an adventure worthy of his ancestors.
To meet the love of his life.
To have a story worthy of telling his descendants about.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Experienced Sailor/Swimmer
2. Has knowledge of a large number of cultures and stories.
3. Fighting with his hands/fins.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Drying out if away from water too long/Fire (Through as a hybrid, he is more resistant to this then the average Zora)
2. Status as hybrid may make being accepted by others hard.
3. Cannot breath underwater; While he can stay underwater longer then the standard Hylian, he still needs to come up for air every now and then.
Greatest Love: He hasn't discovered her yet.
Hates the most: Fire.
Ancestor(s):
Princess Ruto, Sage of Water and Queen of the Zora (Great grandmother)
Link, Hero of Hyrule (Grand father)
Misc: Is the youngest child with six older sisters. Has always wanted to see snow.
Theme music: |
52,600 | 1,427 | 22 | 157 | 3,049 | The young blonde boy quickly bowed to the Sheikah before tying his harp back at his side and following after the man who called himself Warden. Personally he'd seen guys like a dozen times over, they puffed themselves up gave themselves big tough sounding names. He hated the type, the gang leader who was just so much tougher, probably thought he was a genius two. He could have asked names or asked how people found their way to the guild. Instead he ignored most of them and planned to walk them up into the mountains, probably for some sort of test or initiation.
Following them he began to test his bow, it was nothing of legend. He'd taken it from some thieves he'd outsmarted back home, apparently it had at one point belonged to some great archer in the coastal town. Shrugging he made sure the string was taunt, moving up to the front of the group he watched the path, he needed to know the way back to town encase this turned out to be a waste of time. On accident as he drew back the string one of his glowing white arrows appeared, blushing a little he slowly loosened the string and the arrow faded. He really hoped no one thought poorly of him for that display. | Name: Samuel "Swifty"
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Appearance:
Inheritance: Light arrows- Summons an arrow of pure light, not very strong, he can summon them six to seven times a day.
Personality: Swifty has never trusted anyone, he's never had anyone to look out for him either. With that said it's made him a rather fiery and smart individual. Even without a proper education he's smarter than most people and a quick study. Under all of that he is rather kind and decent knowing that he should look out for others. Prefers to talk things out but never afraid to scuffle.
Recent history: Hailing from that coast he traveled inland wanting to see the place his parents came from. He seeks to discover his origins, as he has only recently come into his magic and is unsure of it's true extent. Staying in a small inn the center of castle town, often visiting library and exploring old records.
Personal Goal: To find out what happened to his parents and why he has this power.
Three strengths
1. Intelligent and well spoken.
2. Magically talented.
3. Very good archer.
Three weaknesses
1. Physically weak.
2. Not great at getting along.
3. Easily sidetracked.
Greatest Love: For the parents he lost.
Hates the most: People who would hurt others.
Misc: A talented singer and musician, though he's extremely embarrassed about it. He can often be caught alone singing to himself.
Theme music: Theme
Note: Descendant of Princess Zelda. |
52,601 | 1,427 | 23 | 531 | 3,680 | Rida smiled at Vieru as he finally introduced himself. "I'm Rida! And the Cucco you first met is Henry." Rida said. At that moment Henry walked up to Veiru again. Since Vieru was on the ground sitting Henry decided to take advantage of it. He quickly got himself into Vierus lap and sat down. "Aww Henry likes you! I hope we get to be good friends too!" Rida said with a sweet smile on her face. To everyone else they would see Rida as strange due to her willingness to interact with a demon. Even among those in the guild it was quite weird.
Rida was certainly not a normal girl. No one had any idea who she had descended from. Many have said that she had descended from the Romani family due to her connection with the Cuccos. But in truth none of them could believe that she was truly descended from the Romani family, despite her last name she was adopted by them. Not all of those in the guild exactly trusted Rida either. Of course Henry helped with this quite a bit. | Name: Rida Romani
Age: 13
Sex: Female
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Inheritance: Gate of Souls: It allows her to summon creatures from other worlds, she most commonly summons chickens to do her bidding. But has been known to summon other creatures as well including deku’s, though she strains herself to summon the dekus and will only summon them when in a corner as they have been known to turn on her when she does so.
Personality: Rida is like a coin. She has two sides to her personality. On one side Rida is a kind and caring child, she is also extremely curious often getting herself into trouble even. On the other side of personality is one that is darker, and power hungry, where it came from is a bit of a mystery though.
Recent history: Much of Rida’s early past is questionable, but for the post part Rida grew up on a farm. Rida one day the wagon that Rida was riding broke. When she went into the storage room she found what she thought was a wheel, however once she touched it she found that it became a the Gate of Souls. Ever since she has been using the power of the gate to perform various deeds within the guild.
Personal Goal: The make Cuccos a respected power.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Understanding Cuccos
2. Early awake
3. Skilled with a pitchfork, though she doesn’t carry one.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Physically weak
2. Can’t swim
3. Loses control of the portal from time to time.
Greatest Love: Henry, the Cucco
Hates the most: Questions about who she is descended from
Misc: Has a Cucco named Henry who can sense other Descendants. |
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