index
int64 0
56.6k
| thread_id
int64 0
1.54k
| message_id
int64 0
752
| author_id
int64 0
2.81k
| author_num_posts
int64 2
36k
| message
stringlengths 0
134k
| character
stringlengths 0
110k
|
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
9,900 | 274 | 7 | 1,833 | 2,421 | Katsuragi Ari
Current Location: Entrance of Kanna Academy
Ari looked at Daizo in confusion, a puzzled look sat on her face as the boy grinned. She was trying to understand what exactly he was thinking, but Ari couldn't seem to place a thought to it. Pure as white snow, the swordswoman had never experienced or thought of what Daizo was thinking in that devious mind of his. Ari simply shrugged at her fellow classmate, and went along with it. With a glance to the cameras that were scattered throughout the hallway, Ari followed Daizo, perhaps along with Anna, to wherever he was leading them. The two of them had awkwardly become somewhat of friends after the incident, and even if Daizo was leading the girls into a trap, the swordsman knew how to defend herself better than the majority, if not all, of the students in close quarters combat. The pride of being considered the revitalized samurai spirit was valued much by Ari, and she knew better than to be lax on her training.
Her face turned to a light blush, like Anna's before, when Daizo had mentioned beautiful girls. She quickly coughed into her hand in an attempt to regain her composure. "Ahem," Ari said in the midst of a cough, and she quickly went to adjust her scarf as Ari tried to hide her embarrassment brought on by the compliment. "S-Sorry about that. You know how the cold weather brings sickness. Yes, you can call me by my first name, Koga-kun. Is it alright if I do the same?" The swordswoman asked. Despite her rich childhood, being polite with commoners wasn't a problem for Ari. She didn't look down on them like her parents did, but Ari had to keep it a secret from them in fear of punishment.
As the loud speaker went off signalling Daizo to make his way to the dean's office, Ari turned to Anna. She thought it was weird that all three of them had blonde hair and blue eyes, but the swordswoman decided it was nothing more than a coincidence. "The fountain by the big shady tree?" Ari pondered as she considered the spot. It was shady, and once the cold weather stopped surely the sun would shine and they would all need to seek shade from the harsh light. Her thoughts quickly faded away when Ari's eyes had noticed a nearby clock striking a few minutes before she had to be in class. "I have to go, but I'll be there, An-chan! Bye, bye!" Ari replied, sprinting off to her classroom in a rushed hurry. She quickly stopped in her tracks after realizing something, and turned her attention back to Anna and waved at the operative.
The Next Day
Ari stood outside the fountain in her usual unregulated cold weather garb. She was here early to reserve the spot, and looked around for either Daizo or Anna with her hands in the coat's pockets. Early mornings at the academy were quiet, and her wait was rather uneventful until Daizo had shown himself. "Dai-kun! Over here!" Ari called out, and waved to him once her eyes spotted Daizo.
, | Name: Katsuragi Ari
Age: 16
Gender: Female
DOB: April 15th, 2011
Zodiac: Aries
Weaponry: Retractable Sword, Minebea 9mm
Theme
Abilties
Like the ancient swordsmen of Japan, Katsuragi Ari believes in precise and balanced cuts. She spends her time practicing on thick bamboo stalks to achieve a perfect smooth edge to her cuts to quickly end her foes instead of having them wallowing around in pain due to an imperfect cut. In case her sword swings aren't enough, Ari has a backup 9mm pistol holstered if she needs to fight an opponent from range or to allow Ari to get closer by putting her opponent under a hail of gun fire. In terms of magic, Ari has some aptitude in the magical arts. To foes, it looks like Ari is teleporting throughout the battlefield or from opponent to opponent. In reality, Ari is just momentarily increasing her speed with magic, and the acceleration her body experiences gives off the appearance of teleporting.
Personality
Careful and cautious would be two words to describe Ari. Despite having a sword, she isn't a barbarian, and would prefer to have a plan before needlessly charging into battle. Ari is friendly to her allies, but she seems to have a brutal, cold and unkind tone towards foes - perhaps a feeling developed after fighting face to face in battles of life and death. However, while Ari is cold to her opponents, she knows honor in battle, and will show it to her foe as long as Ari is shown the same courtesy. Her honor works well with her desire for a plan, as Ari hates needless death and bloodshed, as well involving citizens in the missions that she may undertake for the military. Many times has Ari been considered the revitalization of the ancient samurai spirit, and the young swordsman takes great pride in that fact.
Backstory
Born into a rich and ancient family, Ari had everything she wanted from the newest technology to the trendiest clothes. She lived the
good life, and Ari's parents were supportive of her as long as she studied hard and behaved well. Everything was fine and dandy for Ari, for if she didn't know how to do/wanted something, she had servants to do or fetch it. Fundamental basic tasks were below Ari, and without her servants, she would've been lost in the process. During the military classes Ari took, it was noted that she had a talent for close quarters combat, perhaps due to her family's noble history fielding many samurai. When it came time to take the entry tests for the Japanese Global Defense's basic training, Ari's magical aptitude was superb, to the point that even Ari was surprised. They quickly placed her in the best classes they could find for such a young and brilliant swordsman, and her parents eagerly watch what their daughter can offer to Japan. |
9,901 | 274 | 8 | 1,328 | 224 | The sound of the intercom echoing throughout the school grounds startled Anna but she didn't make a sound. It simply caught her off guard, she wasn't prepared for a sudden loud noise to break to silence that fell among the surrounding students. Daizo was called to one of the disciplinary offices, Anna thought about going to back up the boy but his words were quick and his feet faster, before she had time to speak and offer a second voice on his case he was gone.
It took her a moment to realize what he had said, she crossed her arms and looked over to Ari, "What does he think he's achieving calling us beautiful and winking before we even had time to respond." She turned away from where he ran to and directed her attention to Ari, who spoke of the fountain, "Yeah, It'll be the perfect spot once the weather clears up Ari-chan," she gave her a gentle smile. She caught Ari's eyes darting to the clock and she followed suit, class was about to start. The other blonde said her goodbye and waved off as she took off for class, "I'll see you later, Bye Ari-chan." Anna turned towards her class and sprinted as fast as she could to get there.
The following day Anna stuck to her normal schedule and got up early before the sun rose to begin her pre-pre-workout. She began with her usual pull-ups and sit-ups, using weights to help build her small frame up a bit. As the sun started to peak out she figured the other students would be at school hanging out before class started. She wanted to be one of the first ones there so she might have to skip out on a couple of her exercises to make it.
She was wearing the same attire as the day before, school workout uniform, sweats and a long sleeve with the S.F.P. patch on the shoulder. She began her three mile run, taking route around the campus before finishing her lap into the front entrance and jogging towards the spot they all agreed to meet at. Ari was already there, she figured as much since she was busy running around the school. She saw the young girl's hand wave toward a direction different then where she was coming from. Anna got the spot standing next to Ari, bending at the waist with her hands on her knees catching her breath. She heard her call out to Daizo and was expecting him soon. "Good morning Ari-chan," she said through gasps of air. | Name: Anna Mosuke
Age: 15
Weapons: Standard Issue Assault Rifle, Hangun, and Combat Knife
Training: Special Forces (Non-magic)
Bio:
Anna came from a small family that lived just shy of being noticed. Living in the crowds and standing among the rest, normal to simply put it. Her family never held much to their name, no one attended college or did anything great with their lives. Her parents pressured her not to, wanted her to live a quiet normal life like themselves, like their parents before them. Every generation so far lived that quiet life, following in the footsteps of everybody else, nothing exciting, nothing daring. Anna didn't like that life, didn't want to live that way, and when the J.G.D. was formed it was her chance to change. Not that she had a choice, the Government had the program force kids to attend anyways.
Once in she didn't know what she wanted, she only thought of change but nothing specific. During her tests she showed no sign of magic so that was out of the question, though she thought if any of her distant family was. Her scores in other areas however surpassed the average by far. She could take any course she wanted to and gave it deep thought. She figured she would go for greatness, go big or go home. She wanted to live outside of her family traditions and take it to the max. With her high scores and given the choice of her courses, unlike some of the students. She chose to take the Special Forces training; she would receive training for a large arsenal, from weapons to vehicles, being able to adapt and learn a weapon or vehicle in a short amount of time, even if it was of foreign origin. Her training would take her down different tactics as well, from aggressive guerrilla to extreme infiltration and stealth. Of course her testing would be extreme and lessons rushed, she'd have to keep up and score perfectly to continue or be dropped out of the Special Forces Training. Ready for the first day of High School and Training, Anna begins a change for the Mosuke family. |
9,902 | 274 | 9 | 2,720 | 1,306 | Daizo saw Ari before he saw Anna. Ari called out to him, calling him 'Dai-kun', which made him smirk a little. It was surprising that the two had taken to him so well. No one was ever even remotely interested in him. Once he arrived he saw the two and with his hands in his pockets stopped before them. "Hey!" He smiled gleefully at them both, showing an almost childish characteristic in his smile. "Good morning to you both. You okay, Anna?" The young man noticed how she was bent at the waist and breathing heavily. She must have been running again, it was probably traditional for people from the Special Forces Program or whatever to over exert themselves by training non-stop. "Heh. Not sure if you heard, but Akihito got severely punished for the attack yesterday." He wasn't going to mention how he, again, got off with a warning, it was almost special treatment. No wonder people didn't like him.
"Also. I heard on the news today that the non-magic user groups have gotten more bold lately. They attacked one of the other schools. You would think they wouldn't put such things on TV. But man... so many could have lost their lives had the military not stepped in to arrest those who attacked the school." Daizo realized he was being not only random, but a downer. "Hah... I'm sorry Ari, Anna. I don't mean to bring stuff like that up. I'm just interested in it because. That could be me you know? One of those against magic users. Had Koga not taken me in." | Name: Daizo Koga.
Age: 15
Appearance:
Personality: TBD
Weapon:
Sniper:
Knife:
Abilities: Shoots regular bullets at first but later able to shoot different kinds of magical bullets out of his sniper. Also adept in hand to hand combat.
Bio: Born in a rural part of Japan to average parents like so many others. His parents were slaughtered by magic users when he was a baby. Daizo was taken in by Major Koga, who raised him. When Daizo took his entry exams they found that he was proficient in magic, abnormally so for his age. To his dismay they put him into a special classes to help him learn how to use his abilities, however, he refuses to use his magic and is failing the courses. He became an outcast at school because he doesn’t fit in really with magic or non-magic users; Daizo focused on his military training pursuing skills in sniping and hand to hand combat. |
9,903 | 274 | 10 | 1,833 | 2,421 | Katsuragi Ari
Current Location: The Fountain, Kanna Academy
Ari turned to greet both of her new friends when she had noticed both of them had arrived to the stated location. She was a bit tired, doubtlessly from having to wake up early enough to reserve the fountain for their group, but Ari had drank some of the expensive tea that her parents sent the swordswoman. It was only a matter of time before her weariness faded away, and Ari was back to normal. "Good morning, Dai-kun. An-chan." Ari replied to each of her friends with a smile situated on her lips, but it quickly faded away when Anna didn't seem to stop panting and breathing hard. "A-Are you okay, An-chan? I heard that if you put your hands on your head, and breath in through your nose and out your mouth, it'll be easier to catch your breath!" The harsh breathing from Anna bothered Ari, and she surely didn't want the girl to keel over in front of the swordswoman and be rushed to the school's infirmary.
Hopefully, once Anna had caught her breath, Ari looked back at Daizo. He was oddly upbeat after being caught in a fight between students, and Daizo was almost smirking to himself as he mentioned Akihito's punishment. "I hadn't heard anything since the two of you were called to the office, but what about you, Dai-kun? I know you weren't the one that started the fight, yet surely Akihito-san must've tried something to get you punished." Truth be told, Ari wasn't exactly sure who started the fight. She had arrived on the scene after it was already underway, but the swordswoman felt that she had to break it up. Surely Daizo would have been punished if he was the one that started the fight, but his attitude was telling Ari the opposite. The boy was in a good mood, and didn't seem to have any sign of exhaustion on him, besides early morning tiredness.
Upon hearing the news about the attack, Ari nodded to Daizo. "No, no. You're fine, Dai-kun. I was watching the news myself after I had woke up. Not everyone feels the same sympathy to their cause, but don't you believe that it hurts their cause by attacking the schools? Certainly, the death of many students wouldn't cause their families to rise up against the government." Ari replied as her mind was conflicting her thoughts about the news report. Yes, people were angry about the enslavement of their children into the military. That was an obvious given, and one often saw protests throughout Japan, yet the intellectual side of the swordsman delved deeper. Ari felt it was suspicious that, if in the case there was any link between the protesters and the terrorists, they would choose to attack a school filled with the children they desperately wanted back home. Why were so many of the terrorists captured and arrested instead of being killed as well? There was too many holes in the news report, but Ari didn't dare bring up her conspiracy theory on school grounds in fear someone might overhear her words and turn the swordswoman in.
, | Name: Katsuragi Ari
Age: 16
Gender: Female
DOB: April 15th, 2011
Zodiac: Aries
Weaponry: Retractable Sword, Minebea 9mm
Theme
Abilties
Like the ancient swordsmen of Japan, Katsuragi Ari believes in precise and balanced cuts. She spends her time practicing on thick bamboo stalks to achieve a perfect smooth edge to her cuts to quickly end her foes instead of having them wallowing around in pain due to an imperfect cut. In case her sword swings aren't enough, Ari has a backup 9mm pistol holstered if she needs to fight an opponent from range or to allow Ari to get closer by putting her opponent under a hail of gun fire. In terms of magic, Ari has some aptitude in the magical arts. To foes, it looks like Ari is teleporting throughout the battlefield or from opponent to opponent. In reality, Ari is just momentarily increasing her speed with magic, and the acceleration her body experiences gives off the appearance of teleporting.
Personality
Careful and cautious would be two words to describe Ari. Despite having a sword, she isn't a barbarian, and would prefer to have a plan before needlessly charging into battle. Ari is friendly to her allies, but she seems to have a brutal, cold and unkind tone towards foes - perhaps a feeling developed after fighting face to face in battles of life and death. However, while Ari is cold to her opponents, she knows honor in battle, and will show it to her foe as long as Ari is shown the same courtesy. Her honor works well with her desire for a plan, as Ari hates needless death and bloodshed, as well involving citizens in the missions that she may undertake for the military. Many times has Ari been considered the revitalization of the ancient samurai spirit, and the young swordsman takes great pride in that fact.
Backstory
Born into a rich and ancient family, Ari had everything she wanted from the newest technology to the trendiest clothes. She lived the
good life, and Ari's parents were supportive of her as long as she studied hard and behaved well. Everything was fine and dandy for Ari, for if she didn't know how to do/wanted something, she had servants to do or fetch it. Fundamental basic tasks were below Ari, and without her servants, she would've been lost in the process. During the military classes Ari took, it was noted that she had a talent for close quarters combat, perhaps due to her family's noble history fielding many samurai. When it came time to take the entry tests for the Japanese Global Defense's basic training, Ari's magical aptitude was superb, to the point that even Ari was surprised. They quickly placed her in the best classes they could find for such a young and brilliant swordsman, and her parents eagerly watch what their daughter can offer to Japan. |
9,904 | 274 | 11 | 1,328 | 224 | Anna was grateful that the two of the were concerned for her well being, both of them asking is she was okay. Which she was, as usual she just liked to push herself to be the best in the unit. It was great to have friends who cared about her, not many from where she was from would. These two were special, already making a permanent mark on her, they surely would be kept in her memories. Yet all they did was be nice and concerned for her. Anna was quick to hold onto people, especially those she thought were good for her environment. Ari mentioned a position that would help, and once she was able to take a second to process everything she stood up with her back straight and raised her arms, breathing in deeply through her nose before exhaling. After catching her breath, "I'm okay, thanks guys, just working out, gotta be the best ya know?" she said with a cheerful smile.
She didn't care too much about Akihito, he gave off a bad vibe and one she would not want to be around. However if she ever came across him again, surely she would have combat training by then, she would be ready to stand against him, magic or not. Unlike before where she had to rely on her status as a S.F.P. She tilted her head, a little curious as to why Daizo didn't get any form of punishment, usually both parties would receive something, one more than the other but it was a little odd that he didn't. "Yeah, no community service or anything Daizo-kun?" she said half foolhardily half curoius.
After a brief moment of exchanges between the group Anna had some thought about the recent news. She hadn't seen or watched anything, she didn't want to clog up her mind with such thoughts, often times depressing, when she could turn her full attention to academics and training. "I don't seem to pay attention to the news but that does sound, scary, I guess." She gave the recent news some thought, terrorists attacking the school, news could be labeling them strictly as a anti-magic organization, or it could be another country trying to take us out from the inside. She wasn't going to speak up about it though, it wasn't her place and she needed to focus on other stuff. "Regardless of the fact, I just hope that us first years will have combat training to stand a chance and prevent something so catastrophic from happening again." | Name: Anna Mosuke
Age: 15
Weapons: Standard Issue Assault Rifle, Hangun, and Combat Knife
Training: Special Forces (Non-magic)
Bio:
Anna came from a small family that lived just shy of being noticed. Living in the crowds and standing among the rest, normal to simply put it. Her family never held much to their name, no one attended college or did anything great with their lives. Her parents pressured her not to, wanted her to live a quiet normal life like themselves, like their parents before them. Every generation so far lived that quiet life, following in the footsteps of everybody else, nothing exciting, nothing daring. Anna didn't like that life, didn't want to live that way, and when the J.G.D. was formed it was her chance to change. Not that she had a choice, the Government had the program force kids to attend anyways.
Once in she didn't know what she wanted, she only thought of change but nothing specific. During her tests she showed no sign of magic so that was out of the question, though she thought if any of her distant family was. Her scores in other areas however surpassed the average by far. She could take any course she wanted to and gave it deep thought. She figured she would go for greatness, go big or go home. She wanted to live outside of her family traditions and take it to the max. With her high scores and given the choice of her courses, unlike some of the students. She chose to take the Special Forces training; she would receive training for a large arsenal, from weapons to vehicles, being able to adapt and learn a weapon or vehicle in a short amount of time, even if it was of foreign origin. Her training would take her down different tactics as well, from aggressive guerrilla to extreme infiltration and stealth. Of course her testing would be extreme and lessons rushed, she'd have to keep up and score perfectly to continue or be dropped out of the Special Forces Training. Ready for the first day of High School and Training, Anna begins a change for the Mosuke family. |
9,905 | 274 | 12 | 2,720 | 1,306 | Daizo listened to what the girls had to say. It seemed they were curious about what his punishment was, if he had received any. He then regretted saying anything about Akihito. Of course he didn't want the girls, or anyone for that matter to know that he had gotten off easy, and most of the times he did. Daizo shoved his hands deeper in his pockets and craned his neck to stare up at the sky for a moment, as if it held the answers he needed. The sky was a bit cloudy and blocking out the rising sun. The cold due to the clouds and the general weather, was starting to really get to him the more he focused on it. "Heh. Well." Honestly, he had no idea what to say. The fact that he never had real friends complicated things a bit, since he didn't know how to act around them. He didn't know to be honest to them. "Yea, Akihito wanted me to be punished as well, though I didn't do much." He rolled his eyes. "So I dropped down and gave them 100 push-ups. Easy. Living with Major Koga has trained me well enough to be able to do such things. Though I doubt Akihito could do 100." He grinned. The young man was lying and he didn't feel bad about it, because he didn't know any better as a trouble maker. Daizo was more concerned that they would be mad that he didn't get any punishment.
"To be completely honest with you guys. If you didn't know already, I don't like magic all that much. Actually I hate it." He lowered his voice a bit. There were rumors that anti-magic people, regardless if they were military or civilians, got shipped off to unknown places. "While I don't agree with attacking schools. I don't think they're all that bad. The government has brought this upon themselves, don't you think. We weren't all born this way. THEY did this." Daizo looked down with an angry grunt.
He surprised himself with how much he could vent to them. He had never talked to anyone about this, besides Major Koga, who he argued with all the time. Not to say he wasn't grateful for the man raising him. "I'm sure you guys have heard. My parents were murdered by magic users... Most people seem to already know this. It's annoying." | Name: Daizo Koga.
Age: 15
Appearance:
Personality: TBD
Weapon:
Sniper:
Knife:
Abilities: Shoots regular bullets at first but later able to shoot different kinds of magical bullets out of his sniper. Also adept in hand to hand combat.
Bio: Born in a rural part of Japan to average parents like so many others. His parents were slaughtered by magic users when he was a baby. Daizo was taken in by Major Koga, who raised him. When Daizo took his entry exams they found that he was proficient in magic, abnormally so for his age. To his dismay they put him into a special classes to help him learn how to use his abilities, however, he refuses to use his magic and is failing the courses. He became an outcast at school because he doesn’t fit in really with magic or non-magic users; Daizo focused on his military training pursuing skills in sniping and hand to hand combat. |
9,906 | 274 | 13 | 1,833 | 2,421 | Katsuragi Ari
Current Location: The Fountain, Kanna Academy
"A hundred push ups? That must've been tiring, Dai-kun." Ari replied. Despite Daizo outright telling a lie, Ari didn't believe it was one. A hundred push ups paled in comparison to Akihito's two thousand pull ups, but Daizo was still a party in the fight. His punishment was fitting for his involvement, and Ari believed every word to be true. "I just hope you don't get yourself into any more altercations. I heard once we leave the academy, punishments are much harsher than they are here." The swordswoman had heard that one soldier had to march for miles just for eating while told to stand attention. Ari shivered at the thought, and the possibility that she might be punished in such a manner in the future for something. Still, the rumor had certainly stirred up Ari's resolve to be a good student, and a greater soldier. Her parents were betting much on her future, and they had already used a number of their resources to affirm Ari's success.
When Daizo had brought up his distaste for magic, Ari was taken aback. Not because of the fact that magic had landed the children in the academy, but that his parents were murdered by magic users. She wasn't expecting the conversation to take such a dark turn. "I-I don't know what to say. I'm... sorry to hear that, Dai-kun." Truth be told, the swordswoman felt uncomfortable as the conversation dragged on. Daizo had proclaimed his hate for magic, and Ari had scored high on the attribute test. She was more than capable of using her magic, and the swordswoman even used it during her training. Her parents and family were even highly respected within the Japanese government, yet here Ari was, listening to anti-government protests. To Ari, she felt like that she was in the wrong boat. Worrying what Daizo might think, the swordswoman kept her nature hidden and said no more.
, | Name: Katsuragi Ari
Age: 16
Gender: Female
DOB: April 15th, 2011
Zodiac: Aries
Weaponry: Retractable Sword, Minebea 9mm
Theme
Abilties
Like the ancient swordsmen of Japan, Katsuragi Ari believes in precise and balanced cuts. She spends her time practicing on thick bamboo stalks to achieve a perfect smooth edge to her cuts to quickly end her foes instead of having them wallowing around in pain due to an imperfect cut. In case her sword swings aren't enough, Ari has a backup 9mm pistol holstered if she needs to fight an opponent from range or to allow Ari to get closer by putting her opponent under a hail of gun fire. In terms of magic, Ari has some aptitude in the magical arts. To foes, it looks like Ari is teleporting throughout the battlefield or from opponent to opponent. In reality, Ari is just momentarily increasing her speed with magic, and the acceleration her body experiences gives off the appearance of teleporting.
Personality
Careful and cautious would be two words to describe Ari. Despite having a sword, she isn't a barbarian, and would prefer to have a plan before needlessly charging into battle. Ari is friendly to her allies, but she seems to have a brutal, cold and unkind tone towards foes - perhaps a feeling developed after fighting face to face in battles of life and death. However, while Ari is cold to her opponents, she knows honor in battle, and will show it to her foe as long as Ari is shown the same courtesy. Her honor works well with her desire for a plan, as Ari hates needless death and bloodshed, as well involving citizens in the missions that she may undertake for the military. Many times has Ari been considered the revitalization of the ancient samurai spirit, and the young swordsman takes great pride in that fact.
Backstory
Born into a rich and ancient family, Ari had everything she wanted from the newest technology to the trendiest clothes. She lived the
good life, and Ari's parents were supportive of her as long as she studied hard and behaved well. Everything was fine and dandy for Ari, for if she didn't know how to do/wanted something, she had servants to do or fetch it. Fundamental basic tasks were below Ari, and without her servants, she would've been lost in the process. During the military classes Ari took, it was noted that she had a talent for close quarters combat, perhaps due to her family's noble history fielding many samurai. When it came time to take the entry tests for the Japanese Global Defense's basic training, Ari's magical aptitude was superb, to the point that even Ari was surprised. They quickly placed her in the best classes they could find for such a young and brilliant swordsman, and her parents eagerly watch what their daughter can offer to Japan. |
9,907 | 274 | 14 | 1,328 | 224 | 'Murdered?' Anna thought to herself, that must have been harsh to go through. She couldn't imagined what kind of state she would be in if one of her parents were killed, let alone both of them. She felt sorry for the kid but it seemed as though he handled himself well and it wasn't need to bring up another sympathetic comment that he's probably heard a thousand times over. Ari said only what Anna thought, but she felt as though another topic should be brought up among the small group. She thought for a moment, she didn't want to bring up the news that was of recent, that may strike up the event of his parents again, but she also didn't want to be boring about it either. She could just imagine how it would be if the other two found disinterest in her statement.
Anna cleared her throat softly, enough to not make it too obvious that she wanted attention, but just to change the subject. "Do you guys know what the plan is for training? I mean besides school cause those are just boring classes with little effort to pass, I'm talking about Special training. Ari I'm sure you're going for CQC am I right? And Daizo, actually I don't know what you're training for." She wanted to get to know the group a bit more than the brief conversations they held and the slight bond they formed when they first met. These were her friends now, people she cared about, people to occupy her down time outside of class and training, speaking of which. "Oh um, I was thinking, even though this is our first time hanging out outside of that incident and this looks like it would be tradition every morning. Are either of you free after school?" | Name: Anna Mosuke
Age: 15
Weapons: Standard Issue Assault Rifle, Hangun, and Combat Knife
Training: Special Forces (Non-magic)
Bio:
Anna came from a small family that lived just shy of being noticed. Living in the crowds and standing among the rest, normal to simply put it. Her family never held much to their name, no one attended college or did anything great with their lives. Her parents pressured her not to, wanted her to live a quiet normal life like themselves, like their parents before them. Every generation so far lived that quiet life, following in the footsteps of everybody else, nothing exciting, nothing daring. Anna didn't like that life, didn't want to live that way, and when the J.G.D. was formed it was her chance to change. Not that she had a choice, the Government had the program force kids to attend anyways.
Once in she didn't know what she wanted, she only thought of change but nothing specific. During her tests she showed no sign of magic so that was out of the question, though she thought if any of her distant family was. Her scores in other areas however surpassed the average by far. She could take any course she wanted to and gave it deep thought. She figured she would go for greatness, go big or go home. She wanted to live outside of her family traditions and take it to the max. With her high scores and given the choice of her courses, unlike some of the students. She chose to take the Special Forces training; she would receive training for a large arsenal, from weapons to vehicles, being able to adapt and learn a weapon or vehicle in a short amount of time, even if it was of foreign origin. Her training would take her down different tactics as well, from aggressive guerrilla to extreme infiltration and stealth. Of course her testing would be extreme and lessons rushed, she'd have to keep up and score perfectly to continue or be dropped out of the Special Forces Training. Ready for the first day of High School and Training, Anna begins a change for the Mosuke family. |
9,908 | 274 | 15 | 2,720 | 1,306 | Daizo could tell he had made the girls uncomfortable, but knew not what to do about it. He made a small exasperated sound and looked down. "Sorry, didn't mean to make things awkward. It's so normal to me now. I just spout it out whenever. I figured everyone knew anyways..." The youngster kicked himself internally for bringing it up. When Ari said nothing more, Anna took the stage, so to speak. Asking them two about themselves and such. "I'm doing sniper training. as well as a bit of hand to hand and knife play." Daizo sighed, he was being boring wasn't he? "Erm. Yea, I'm free after school. Do you wanna spar or something? When I'm not lazing around, I'm training."
Months and months had passed. The three had become rather close despite their differences. The topic of Daizo's parents and him disliking magic hadn't come up again, thankfully. They began to hang out inside and sometimes outside of school. And occasionally they even sparred together, but nothing would prepared them for what the school had planned for the Final Exam. Of course, it was tradition, but everyone who took the exam or proctored it was sworn to secrecy. No one ever wanted to talk about it anyways, far too traumatic. Not even Daizo's own adopted father would tell him about the Exam. Daizo and his friends would soon find out what horrors awaited them when they arrived at school that day.
The youngster Daizo had finally become more open and friendly thanks to his two friends. They sat together at lunch nearly every day by the same fountain that they had taken over that day at school. When they arrived at school that day, all the first years were ordered to report to docks at 1 PM sharp. Otherwise classes would go on as normal the continuance of the day. of course Daizo would travel with his friends to the docks.
"So, what do you guys think they are making us go to the docks for, some kind of field trip to celebrate the end of the school year? Yea, that's a joke... Probably some kind of special training. Either of you worried? I am, at least a little." He had eaten lunch with them both and was told to grab any weapons he had before heading out. All the first years were told too grab whatever they could carry. His knife was reinstated and he had his special sniper rifle with him, that was all he needed for any training. Whatever they threw at him, he could handle. | Name: Daizo Koga.
Age: 15
Appearance:
Personality: TBD
Weapon:
Sniper:
Knife:
Abilities: Shoots regular bullets at first but later able to shoot different kinds of magical bullets out of his sniper. Also adept in hand to hand combat.
Bio: Born in a rural part of Japan to average parents like so many others. His parents were slaughtered by magic users when he was a baby. Daizo was taken in by Major Koga, who raised him. When Daizo took his entry exams they found that he was proficient in magic, abnormally so for his age. To his dismay they put him into a special classes to help him learn how to use his abilities, however, he refuses to use his magic and is failing the courses. He became an outcast at school because he doesn’t fit in really with magic or non-magic users; Daizo focused on his military training pursuing skills in sniping and hand to hand combat. |
9,909 | 274 | 16 | 1,833 | 2,421 | Katsuragi Ari
Current Location: The Dockyards
Time had gone by fast for Ari, but it had seemed the same for Daizo and Anna as well. Over a course of several months, the three learned more and more about each other, and were slowly turning into the epitome of friendship. They ate lunch together, spent time together outside of school, everything normal friends would do, the three had done. Ari was glad that she had met her new friends on that cold day months ago. She was already alienated by the rest of the students, and they would beg before her for forgiveness (in Akihito's case) or they would only act as her friends due to the Katsuragi's wealthy status. Daizo and Anna were different from the rest of the students, and it was something Ari valued.
The day had gone by as usual, and it was the same as any other day except that the first years were ordered to arrive at the docks at exactly 13:00 hours. They were told to bring their weapons, and Ari brought her sword and her Minebea 9mm. She had to hand them over to the staff to make sure they were safe for the upcoming exam, and when Ari had received them back, the blade was dull on her sword and her pistol was given rubber bullets. The need for safety had made Ari wonder what the exam was over, yet her mind was puzzled. No student or staff member would speak of the exam, only that they were sworn to secrecy over the matter.
"I wonder what special training would require such safety measures. Perhaps the academy plans to test our abilities after we've all studied for a year?" Ari replied as the group threw away their trash and made their way to the dockyards. "Otherwise, I'm at a loss. I tried to ask some of our upperclassmen, but they wouldn't tell me anything. Did you manage to find anything out, An-chan?" She glanced at Anna, wondering if the operative had any knowledge of the adventure the three would soon partake in.
, | Name: Katsuragi Ari
Age: 16
Gender: Female
DOB: April 15th, 2011
Zodiac: Aries
Weaponry: Retractable Sword, Minebea 9mm
Theme
Abilties
Like the ancient swordsmen of Japan, Katsuragi Ari believes in precise and balanced cuts. She spends her time practicing on thick bamboo stalks to achieve a perfect smooth edge to her cuts to quickly end her foes instead of having them wallowing around in pain due to an imperfect cut. In case her sword swings aren't enough, Ari has a backup 9mm pistol holstered if she needs to fight an opponent from range or to allow Ari to get closer by putting her opponent under a hail of gun fire. In terms of magic, Ari has some aptitude in the magical arts. To foes, it looks like Ari is teleporting throughout the battlefield or from opponent to opponent. In reality, Ari is just momentarily increasing her speed with magic, and the acceleration her body experiences gives off the appearance of teleporting.
Personality
Careful and cautious would be two words to describe Ari. Despite having a sword, she isn't a barbarian, and would prefer to have a plan before needlessly charging into battle. Ari is friendly to her allies, but she seems to have a brutal, cold and unkind tone towards foes - perhaps a feeling developed after fighting face to face in battles of life and death. However, while Ari is cold to her opponents, she knows honor in battle, and will show it to her foe as long as Ari is shown the same courtesy. Her honor works well with her desire for a plan, as Ari hates needless death and bloodshed, as well involving citizens in the missions that she may undertake for the military. Many times has Ari been considered the revitalization of the ancient samurai spirit, and the young swordsman takes great pride in that fact.
Backstory
Born into a rich and ancient family, Ari had everything she wanted from the newest technology to the trendiest clothes. She lived the
good life, and Ari's parents were supportive of her as long as she studied hard and behaved well. Everything was fine and dandy for Ari, for if she didn't know how to do/wanted something, she had servants to do or fetch it. Fundamental basic tasks were below Ari, and without her servants, she would've been lost in the process. During the military classes Ari took, it was noted that she had a talent for close quarters combat, perhaps due to her family's noble history fielding many samurai. When it came time to take the entry tests for the Japanese Global Defense's basic training, Ari's magical aptitude was superb, to the point that even Ari was surprised. They quickly placed her in the best classes they could find for such a young and brilliant swordsman, and her parents eagerly watch what their daughter can offer to Japan. |
9,910 | 274 | 17 | 1,328 | 224 | Anna had prepared just as every other first year had to, turning in her gear and receiving back in condition not suited for lethal actions. She had a general idea to what was going on, but only because her S.F.P. teacher accidentally slipped something out during a heated discussion with a student who would refuse to participate in an exercise. Though she didn't tell anybody because she didn't want to bring up a huge commotion with the school. That was until Daizo and Ari were really questioning it. She turned to Ari, "Yeah it's something like that, a test I guess, I heard it from one of my teachers though he didn't really explain it. Just yelled about how everyone was going to be hunted." She thought about it for a minute, "Maybe it's a self defense test, though I don't know why we're going to the docks.
Once at the docks all the students were divided into separate boats, approximately 16 per boat, each boat went into a separate direction. Aboard the ship the students usually kept to themselves, everybody armed in their profession, many with similar gear. Though the three stuck together during the long quiet trip to wherever they were going, no instructor spoke and no student asked. Upon arrival the ship was docked but the platform hadn't dropped yet. A tall and broad man stood on one of the upper decks over looking where the students were waiting.
"Welcome first years, don't worry, the other ships are doing the same as you, just on different islands. This here is an island specifically left to the wild, no form of human habitation besides this dock. You are all here for your final exam, an exam where you will be hunting a fellow student, naturally as you are hunting, someone is hunting you. Each of you will be given a tag with a number on it." As he spoke a female instructor handed everyone a tag and a ring. "That number is yours, protect that tag at all costs, that ring is also important, you must wear it if you want to survive. It protects the wearer from taking serious damage from a magic spell. Which means magic using students are free to practice your abilities. We divide this years class to make sure each island had an equivalent amount of different students, however between all 16 of you, there are only two Special Forces members and eight magic users. Each of you will be left off this boat one at a time, with a couple minutes apart to gain some ground. As you leave you will be given a card with someone elses number on it, that is your target, but remember, you are being hunted as well." Next the man explained the point system and the technicalities of the rest of the exam.
Anna looked over to her friends, she was a little worried but also filled with determination, "This would be our first real op huh guys, with free ruling combat so to speak, but being stuck here for five days? This is quite a test." She was worried if the others could handle themselves in survival means, she doesn't know what the basic training holds so she could only guess that they do. The three would be separated in this free for all exam, though a couple may form an alliance to help each other. They never even step foot on the island so how would they know where to meet up.
As the students began to leave one by one, some of them taking the card and running quickly into the forest, and some casually walking. Anna was confident in her strength to hunt and protect herself, though knowing who was her target was rather difficult, as shortly after being told they would be given a card with a number of who to hunt, everyone hid their tags so she was only able to remember a couple of them, her chances were shot. The group diverged as one of the three left the ship and entered into the exam area, another student was called before Anna. She had to wait a few minutes but once given the okay she said bye and good luck to the last member of her little trio. She took the card and stepped off the boat, her gear strapped tightly on her body, armed with a standard assault rifle and pistol, only added with a couple of her own mods including a grip and a variety of sights and barrel extensions. She headed off into the forest quickly finding a bush she could sit in to plan her approach on her target. She took the card and peeled off the covering that revealed her target, Anna's eyes widened large, it was Ari. | Name: Anna Mosuke
Age: 15
Weapons: Standard Issue Assault Rifle, Hangun, and Combat Knife
Training: Special Forces (Non-magic)
Bio:
Anna came from a small family that lived just shy of being noticed. Living in the crowds and standing among the rest, normal to simply put it. Her family never held much to their name, no one attended college or did anything great with their lives. Her parents pressured her not to, wanted her to live a quiet normal life like themselves, like their parents before them. Every generation so far lived that quiet life, following in the footsteps of everybody else, nothing exciting, nothing daring. Anna didn't like that life, didn't want to live that way, and when the J.G.D. was formed it was her chance to change. Not that she had a choice, the Government had the program force kids to attend anyways.
Once in she didn't know what she wanted, she only thought of change but nothing specific. During her tests she showed no sign of magic so that was out of the question, though she thought if any of her distant family was. Her scores in other areas however surpassed the average by far. She could take any course she wanted to and gave it deep thought. She figured she would go for greatness, go big or go home. She wanted to live outside of her family traditions and take it to the max. With her high scores and given the choice of her courses, unlike some of the students. She chose to take the Special Forces training; she would receive training for a large arsenal, from weapons to vehicles, being able to adapt and learn a weapon or vehicle in a short amount of time, even if it was of foreign origin. Her training would take her down different tactics as well, from aggressive guerrilla to extreme infiltration and stealth. Of course her testing would be extreme and lessons rushed, she'd have to keep up and score perfectly to continue or be dropped out of the Special Forces Training. Ready for the first day of High School and Training, Anna begins a change for the Mosuke family. |
9,911 | 275 | 0 | 2,182 | 997 | ---
It had been three ingame days since the apocalypse began. The open world was...peaceful. Although it was a tense peacefulness, as though it was caused by fear and confusion. Fear and confusion within the Adventurers. The players.
Not many discoveries have been made. After the first day, someone had died. They, of course, came back. This lead to the knowledge that the Adventurers were invincible.
Because people are immortal, a small group of high leveled players had stationed themselves outside of Lun, killing anyone who tried to leave. Of course, you could leave for a toll, but that amount was very high. This only added to the already tense nature of the city.
On the second day, everyone had discovered that all of the transport gates didn't work. Some theorized you had to link them, others that you had to fix them. Some even thought if they jumped through fast enough, you would transport. That didn't work, and everyone laughed at them.
Lun is filled with boredom. Since there is never any risk, or reason to try to survive, everyone is just farming enough gold to have necessities for another day (35 gold, to be exact!). Then, nothing. There is no flavor to any food, though, things like salt still taste pretty salty.
Each guild that had survived during the apocalypse had gone off and done their own thing. Some disbanded, some started to PK to pass the time. A few even managed to hold onto their members. Even so, every surviving guild had started to recruit as many players as possible to attempt to control this new world. "Female" players were especially sought after, seeing how they were eye candy for more recruitment.
One of the guilds, Silverfall, managed to hold onto their members. On the third day, they had called out all of their members to a park only they were in.
"Alright, so, here we are." Raime said, Tui following behind him. "You might be wondering why I have called you all here... The answer to that is... No reason! I just wanted to have a discussion with all of you!"
Tui sighed. "Sir, that's no reason to call out everyone. Tell them the real reason."
Raime had a much less valiant posture. He hunched over, and seemed to have a worried tone in his voice. "Alright, fine Tui. I checked my friends list yesterday... Thandev is, as I have recently learned, with us. Not in the guild with us, but in this world. I talked to with telepathy, and... I had learned he had gotten himself stuck on the way getting from Ironhold to Lun. He's closer to Lun than Ironhold, and he has no way of resetting his life to make it back to Ironhold... so... I wanted to get everyone here to help find him and rescue him."
Raime whispered a few words after that. "Stuck in a barrel" | Got around to finishing my application
---
"Shut your punk mouth, kid."
-Cider to many new members. Many. As in all.
---
*Name:
Erin Adkins
Username:
Cider
*Age:
24
Race:
Human
Class and Level:
Guardian Lvl. 90
Subclass and Level:
Animal Trainer Lvl. 90
*Guild:
Silver Sword
Background:
Erin was the oldest out of 5 kids. Much older, in fact. She was 10 when the second child was born. Her mother was honest, and hardworking. Her mother's husband, however, wasn't quite. After Erin was born, her mother's husband left her because he didn't want to care for a "damn useless kid". Of course, Erin didn't know that she was called a "damn useless kid". She lived happily with her mother until another man showed up 9 years later. This man was friendly, kind, and hard-working. Erin's mother instantly fell in love, and after a brief dating stint, were married. They had their first kid together, then second, then third, then fourth. After that, the new father changed. He became like the first, and didn't work. Erin's mother didn't quite care, but Erin certainly did. After Erin did some detective work, she had figured out that her new father was cheating. She switched some phone numbers around, and her mother had gotten a call meant for the new father's mistress. The marriage shortly ended after that.
With 5 kids, Erin's mother worked extremely hard. She was always away from home working, making Erin raise 4 other children. Erin didn't hate this, but she didn't like it either. More specifically, she wanted her mother to not work as hard. When Erin was 18, she started a job. She began to code programs for people who wanted them. Some illegal, some legal, some barely legal (18+). After a while, she was sitting on a pile of cash that would go directly to her mother. Her mother didn't work as hard after that, and they had enough money to raise all of the children in peace. Erin, with nothing to do since she didn't have the watch the children anymore, found a neat game called Elder Tale. She was instantly enthralled. She played it for long stints, with some coding in between. She managed to grab the name "Cider", and became well known on the Europe West servers.
Nobody knew Cider before she was level 90 (and nothing was important), but she was a key player in the huge event "Take Back Ironhold". She was one of the chosen people to be on Party 1 for the raid, and did okay for most of the raid. Once they had finished, they had gotten to the raid boss: The Arcphage. This boss was nearly impossible for the raiders to complete. It had summoned too many enemies, which was a pain for the frontliners. Cider, with her skill in programming and managing the needs of children, began to think. She had started to balance the aggro out, commanding the rest of the tanks. By doing so, the damage dealers managed to kill the Arcphage. With their success only paved by Cider's skill, decided to give the Phantasmal-class drop to her, which had quickly become known as "Cider's Arcphage"
With the armour, she had decided to go to Oisshe's Desert to find a new pet, as she had never had a permanent pet before. She had found an anomaly in the sand. Sand in the shape of a wolf seemed to be much darker than the other sand. She quickly ran towards it. It didn't move. It appeared to be lying on the ground. It couldn't have been dead, so she quickly gave it some Animal Feed, and some healing herbs. The animal lost its camoflauge, and recognized Sangria as their new master.
Cider was approached by Raime and Tui, two old companions from the Take Back Ironhold event. They said they wanted to create a guild. Cider, guildless for a long time, decided to go and join them in the adventures.
*Personality:
Cider is considered everyone's older sister in the guild. She is responsible, and, more often than not, helpful to the members. She does have a bit of a problem with her language, often telling people "Shut up kid", or "Fight me". She is honest, and works harder than Raime (According to Tui) to make the guild better.
---
Stats
HP: 5
MP: 4
STR: 4
DEX: 4
Physical DEF: 6
Magic DEF: 5
INT: 3
WIL: 3
AGI: 3
Spell/Skill List:
Guardian Skills
---
Shield Bash
A Guardian will smash down their shield onto a target, dealing damage based on DEF and stunning for 2 seconds.
0.8 second cast time, 15 second cooldown
Anchor Howl
The user lets out a defiant roar and is surrounded by green light. All enemies within a certain radius are forced to attack the user. If they ignore the call, they will trigger a powerful counterattack. This spell also increases defense of the user for a short duration. Lasts 5 seconds
1 second cast time, 30 second cooldown
Shield Swing
The caster swings their shield forward to deal damage to enemies. Although this skill uses a lot of MP, it can deal damage over a wide area while only requiring a small amount of movement from the caster. A skillful player can use it to deal damage to multiple targets at once.
1.3 second cast time, 17 second cooldown
Raise Shield
The Guardian raises their shield, making them immune to CC, and giving bonus DEF. Unable to attack while active. Lasts indefinitely.
0.6 second cast time, 20 second cooldown after cancelled
Taunting Shout
A loud shout removing all aggro from nearby allies, while aggroing nearby enemies.
1.5 second cast time, 25 second cooldown
Wide Swing
The caster swings their primary weapon around them, dealing damage to all nearby enemies.
0.8 second cast time, 12 second cooldown
Charging Swing
The caster charges forward up to 20 metres, hitting the first enemy, attacking with their primary weapon, and then knocking them back.
0.2 second cast time, 20 second cooldown
Blade Crush
The caster smashes down with their sword, dealing huge amounts of damage, and applies Fear (Reduce enemies' defence) to all nearby enemies for 5 seconds.
0.5 second cast time, 12 second cooldown
Vital Slice
The caster quickly slashes with their sword, dealing a moderate amount of damage, and lowering enemies' speed, damage, and defense by a slight amount. Stacks up to 6 times. Debuff lasts 10 seconds
0.3 second cast time, 5 second cooldown.
Animal Trainer Skills
---
Pacifism {Passive}
Aggressive enemies 40 levels under the Animal Trainer will not attack them unless provoked. Every member in party increases this level requirement by +8 levels, so a party of 6 will mean that you need to be 80 levels above the enemy for it to be non-aggressive.
Animal Companion {Passive}
An Animal Trainer is allowed to keep one pet at all times. This pet, even when killed during combat, respawns once you arrive at a Cathedral. For Cider, this is Sangria.
Tame
An Animal Trainer, provided they have a type of Animal Feed, can temporarily/permanently tame an animal. If the Animal is not an Animal Companion (Pet), if they die, they die permanently.
Equipment:
Cider's Arcphage - Phantasmal Class
"Change is inevitable"
The Arcphage is certainly a strange armour. It boasts extremely high physical DEF and magic DEF, but it has something that makes it different from other armours. The Arcphage allows the wearer to trade all of their DEF for raw damage. This can shift the extremely defensive Guardian into a glass cannon. The armour has a noticeable tell when it is is in either mode. In the defense mode, a glowing white-blue chain covers where the cloth would be, and the helmet is closed. When it is in offense mode, the chainmail is removed for the cloth, and the helmet is open.
Greatly increases physical DEF and magical DEF, and the ability to switch that DEF into STR
Extremely rare drop from The Arcphage, final raid-boss of Take Back Ironhold
Blade of Ivory - Unique Item
"Purity of the blade is a virtue"
The Blade of Ivory is a rather ordinary blade. It scales off of STR, and deals bonus fire damage on every attack. Every attack with the blade gives the enemy one stack of Ivory. Upon reaching 5 stacks of Ivory, all buffs are purged from the target. Ivory does not work on raid bosses, however.
Increases STR, deals bonus fire damage, stacks Ivory (5 stacks purges every buff from target)
Dropped by Ivory, mid-boss of Black and White
Shield of Ivory - Unique Item
"The body must not be harmed by the impure"
The Shield of Ivory is a rather ordinary blade. If a weapon hits the shield, the weapon's effects are mitigated for that attack. The mitigation, of course, has a cooldown of 7 seconds. When this buff is active, the shield emits a light that rivals a weak Orb of Light.
Increases Magical DEF, mitigates weapon effects every 7 seconds
Dropped by Ivory, mid-boss of Black and White
Heart of the Hearth - Ancient item
"Even the presence of this makes animals feel calm"
The Heart of the Hearth is a very strange item. It seems to have no possible use for the average person, but an extremely high level Animal Trainer can keep extremely rare animals with this item.
Allows for higher level animals to be permanently tamed
Created by the Great Hearth Forge
The tamed beast Sangria is, to be more exact, a level 75 Ozymandias Wolf. They are a rare enemy in the extremely dangerous area of the Oisshe desert, but nobody has been known to tame them due to how hard it is to tame one while not angering its pack. It is mostly rare due to the fact that they are almost always camouflaged.
Ozymandias Wolves have 3 abilities.
Desert Storm
The wolf will cause all nearby dirt to turn into sand which creates a miniature sandstorm, dealing continues damage to nearby enemies.
Leap
The wolf will quickly leap, dealing damage to all nearby enemies upon landing.
Camouflage
The wolf will blend into any nearby surrounding area.
Cider has been known to ride on Sangria, although, not very quickly because Sangria is a very old Ozymandias wolf. |
9,912 | 275 | 1 | 1,522 | 1,029 | Katherine wandered aimlessly through the town. It had finally sank in that she was, in fact, trapped in this game with nobody she knows. She had just returned from taking out a few high leveled players that had set up a "toll" on one of the few roads leading out of town. Katherine that that at least then it would give her something to do, but alas, they were eliminated with ease. Katherine gave a big sad sigh and sat herself down on the side of the road, staring at the ground blankly.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew over her. Looking up, she saw her mount, Ozy, staring at her curoisly with his head tilted slightly to the left. Her eyes widened when she realized that since the game was all real now with first person and everything she could..... A grin grew on her face. "Ozy! There you are boy! Let's go for fly for a bit, alright?" she hopped onto the back of the Tarragon. "Alright.... now to figure this out.... hmmm... Ozy.. Go!" Nothing happened. Ozy just looked back at his master with could maybe made out as a confused look. "Err..... Yip yip? Mush! Fly! Up! Hmmm..... maybe he's like a horse....?" Kathrine had never in her life done horseback riding... but movies in her mind count. She gave a light kick to the sides of her Tarragon and.... "WHOA!" suddenly the Tarragon leapted into the sky and with a few beats of his wings, they were flying. After a little more frightening experimentation, she found leaning stearted the creature left and right and pulling up on his reins made him go up while leaning forward made her go down. "Alright... I guess that's the basics... Okay Ozy boy, lets try something a bit more fun!"
She rolled her pet over and dove into the town of Lun. She flew down the streets, earning the stares of both people of the land and adventures alike as she did. She darted and weaved between the various buildings before pulling up sharply an looping over. All the while, she laughed in delight. It had always been her dream to become a pilot in the real world (I guess it runs in the family), but this was if anything more exciting than that. After an hour, she finally landed in the square and hopped off. She patted her mount's head and gave him some feed. "I guess we should take a break. Go on now, go find some place to rest." she said, motioning the animal that it could leave. With a small nod, the Tarragon took off back into the sky to find a good place to nap. Katherine walked over to nearby tree and did the same, trying to push away the much more darker thoughts that had been weighing on her mind ever since she became trapped in this game. | "The strong beats the weak, those of the strong depend on there strength and brute like knowledge. While
the weak..use the cleverness and there knowledge to overpower many. "
Name
Daryl Vin Johnes
Username
Souless
Age
14
Race
Race of Ritual
Class and Level
Druid/ lvl 54
Subclass and Level
Butler/ 23
Guild
N
Background
" My..life wasn't as good as others. When I was just a little toddler, my parents had died from murder and...I couldn't even remember a single thing about them. I didn't really know if they loved me or not. I was taken away. From the house I was raised in..a adoption center. Lonely, afraid of others..I didn't know what to exactly. I was tought by a man or woman..who would always smile..the children laughing..while I sit alone..doing, simply nothing but listening to the words of the teacher. Slowly falling apart, feeling dejected as know one seemed to like me..nor hate me. Though I always seem to find that spark of light..it just hidden. A man and woman..who truly intrigued of me. Taking interest in me. Finally..I would say. My 'step' parents seem to be the joyful ones. A young couple of who enjoyed many games. They always made me happy and didn't talk about the problems of which worried me. They showed me how to play one of the most awesome games..and that included Elder Scrolls. We had all loved something..I was about at the age of 11 when I stopped being home schooled. My young parents worked hard to raise me, teach me, feed me. Morphing me into the way I was. I thought I wouldn't be shy anymore..but the timid personality of mine always gets to me. It didn't take long for people to know my backstory. Though only girls seemed to help me. The other side of the gender seemed to have more caring hearts..so in school I befriended many girls..instead of boys. PE was my best skill, though I always seemed to act weak, but that trick didn't go through well. Well..my life is sort of normal, none of that cliche bullying victim..nor that cliche popular boy. I'm just me..my love of gaming never held me back in school and I am one of the highest A+ students in all of the elementary. SO..yup! "
HP: 3
MP: 6
STR: 4
DEX: 4
Physical DEF: 4
Magic DEF: 3
INT: 7
WIL: 7
AGI: 4
---
Spell/Skill List
Pans Will
Buffs ally and user, increasing there Magical DEF and as well INT.
Pans Force
A strong spell of which goes through 3 stages. The higher, the stronger. A ball of green light appears when casting the spell, sending it towards the opponent and damaging them greatly.
Thorns of Love
Not really the thorns of love, its title is used to trick the opponent. Thorns appear from the ground, hurtling towards the opponent, impaling them causing a great deal of damage.
Pans Shot
The user sends a energy bolt towards the opponent, damaging them and also increasing the player or allies health by 1%
Blast
One of the most basic spells, really used to minorly damage the opponent.
Heal
Again, one of the 1st healing spells a druid recieves, minorly healing the player...or ally.
Pulse
The user, creates a small ball of light, throwing it onto the ground and creates a small area of which allies or the player can step into, being healed by only a small amount each second.
Mana Infusion
Restores an allies or players mana, about a 3rd of there mana is restored.
Pans Protection
An emergency spell of which the druid creates a barrier around them selves and deflects all damage for only a matter of seconds. (10S)
Prayers Of Nature
The user nulifies the aggro of nearby mobs.
Summon Party
Teleport all group members within the same province to your side. You cannot teleport group members who are in other provinces.
---
Equipment
The Nature Gods Gift
Aqquired by a restricted class quest. Increasing the users health by 100.
The Staff of the Templars
Increases, physical attack damage when using the staff in combat.
Cleaners Set
Gained when you pick the Butlers Subclass. |
9,913 | 275 | 2 | 3 | 5,824 | The ally stank of dead rats and rotten food. but the smell didn't halt the small gathering of people their. The small group of people where in the process of purchasing some goods from a young man with purple eyes. who seemed to almost effortlessly cater to the crowds need until they begun to disperse satisfied with their product. Which in fact was just a batch of weak healing potions nothing really special about them but the adventurers that had purchased them, wanted them for when they could get out of Lun and into the vast stretch of land between Lun and Ironhold.
Charak let out a heavy sigh of relief as the last person left, It was strenuous to cater to so many. Charak had spent the majority of the apocalypse trying to get enough cash to pay the toll. he was getting closer to the required amount another sale like that and he would be able to come and go as he pleased, as much as he didn't like having to pay a toll, and the fact that players could revive at the cathedral. Going against a Group of high level players on his own and being a lower level is asking for suicide.
Leaving the alleyway Charak took to the main street where Landers where selling their produce to other people. The food was terrible though but a necessity to live. Charak brought some water and some bread, he chewed the bread slowly. Still the same horrible taste as always, the water was alright, he didn't mind the water because it tasted as it should. wiping his mouth with his glove. Charak continued to walk until something passed overhead towards the town square. "what the bloody hell" Charak said in retort to the flying beast. (much to the disgust of the old Lander woman next to him.) Charak started to run through the street. The Creature whatever it was, happened to be faster then he was so Charak started to lose sight of it. until he saw it land on the other side of the building in the town square.
Creeping slowly around the building he noticed the dragon like beast being fed by a Archer Girl. The Dragon thing Flapped its scaly wings and flew off somewhere. "well thats helpful" Charak said with a smirk. he could ask to borrow that dragon thing to get out of Lun. perhaps he was getting full of himself. his sheathed dagger clanked softly as he moved towards the tree where the archer was resting.
The menu popped up. Level 90 - Assassin. Charak retorted backwards with a look of fear spreading across his face before subsiding quickly as it had appeared. but the Archer assassin was stronger then he was. Like most of the Tryhards and veteran's. Never the less he continued to stare at The Assassin. his mind working over time on what to do next... | Its not a game anymore And i don't even want to attempt dying.
*Name:
Nathan Dean (xyz much? XD)
Username:
1Charak2
*Age:
16
Race:
Human
Class and Level:
Assassin Lvl 62
Subclass and Level:
Pharmacist Lvl 42
*Guild: Guildless
Background: Nathan was like the other kids in his class, doing exams hoping for the best when the results came. Cracking up under pressure you knew normal School life. But when he got home. It was hello mum and Straight onto Elder Tale. A game he had Started a month ago and enjoyed playing it Casually it was enjoyable but he was never really extremely into it. so he just choose a class he thought looked and sounded cool which was the Assassin build. After that he decided to go with a small Gimmick idea Be the fastest assassin their ever could be and worked from their going for Speed and Attack over everything else.
Then The apocalypse happened and well Nathan well now called Charak was basically who he always wanted to be. but he also gained a fear of death. so much so even the mention of it seems to shake him. Because anyone can hide behind a mask he is very distrustful and always will be because of the fact when he first played he got scammed out of his exp pots. but neither the less it didn't faze him that much until the apocalypse happened now people could be really really cruel...
*Personality: To be revealed...
Stats
HP: 4
MP: 4
STR: 5
DEX: 6
Physical DEF: 3
Magic DEF: 3
INT: 3
WIL: 3
AGI: 5
Spell/Skill List: (Lvl 62 = 12 (right?) skills)
Main class Skills
Deadly dance Cool-down: 0.5 second's Cast-time: 0.9 (this reduce's by 0.1 for each stack max 8) (stack breaks if Skill is not used again within 10 second's or a different skill is used)
Deals minor Damage but increases with each stack for a fast paced flurry of hit's
Accel Fang Cooldown: 0.4 Second's Cast-time 0.3 Second's (Increase Speed by 10% Stacks up to 5 times up to 50 percent Stack breaks if Skill is not used again within 6 Seconds or A Different skill is used)
Deals Mediocre damage But Gives a speed bonus
Assassinate Cool-down 24 Hours Cast-time: 1 second (maximum damage 10,000)
If performed on those 10 levels below the user. It usually Results in a instant death.
Sweeper Cool-down 5 second's Cast-time 2 second's (Enemies that are on low hp or on a Considerably lower level are Instant killed its what makes the assassin The assassin.)
(Charak always favored this skill because well who wouldn't) Inflicts a Coup de grace with minimal movement.
Paralyzing Blow Cool down 3 minutes Cast time 1 second Active: 1 Minute (When the attack is inflicted while paralyzing blow is active The damage is increased and their is a chanced to Paralyze the enemy)
sustainable damage Plus the chance to paralyze
Hide - Walk Cooldown 0.1 (albeit a high mp cost) Cast time 0.4 (Runs into the blind spot of the enemy, a skill that raises the hit and critical rate of the next attack. Although it is useful, constant rapid use will leave one with no Mp)
Its a useful maneuver when used in conjunction with Stealth blade
Shake off Cooldown 12 hours Cast time 0.5 Throws something at the ground creating a smokescreen Blocking the line of sight To negate Hate for the Duration. can use movement skills while the Smokescreen is active
-'dammit i Forgot to run' - Charaks first time using it
Gust step Cooldown 6 minutes Cast time 0.1 second's Runs through with terrific momentum like a sudden gust, a skill that moves a small distance in a high speed dash that is almost instantaneous. When the skill is triggered you disappear, leaving behind an afterimage and instantly appear at the destination. While it only travels a short distance, it allows you to move fast while ignoring possible interference from the enemy, giving you the ability to attack from the back or sides of the enemy before they make a move, on the other hand it can also coax and attack from an enemy while you instantly withdraw, it can be used in a lot of various tactics during melee. This skill demonstrates its powers in PvP, and Assassin's who mainly use this in PvE are made fun of when they don't use it properly.
(By far The best move ever...)
Peek a boo Cool-down 5 minutes cast-time 0.5 (hidden status is removed on attack) Allow one to hide From the Enemy increase hate decrease and Gaining bonus to skills that require you to sneak up on the enemy like stealth blade
Im not Camping- Charak shouting at a party when he uses this when they accuse him of such.
Stealth Blade Cooldown : 2 second's Cast-time 1 second (it Deals more Damage if used from behind)
Deals mediocre damage from the front But deals more if attacking the enemies back
Subclass skill's
Basic Potion Making
Allows The User To create Basic Teir one potions Such as Weak healing and Weak Mana Potions With a 60% success chance with raw ingrediets
Efficient Recipe
Increases the Success chance by 15 percent
Equipment:
Occultus mucro lethalis (Translates to the Hidden Fatal Blade)
A rare Dagger Dropped Exclusive by only one type of Party Monster The Fatal Blade-master which is a random spawning boss that spawn in a random location for a hour every day before despawning. Even then The Dagger is a rare drop as your more likely to get its sword. The blade can be hidden to give the false appearance that the User is unarmed or just carrying a single dagger...
The Blade appears as a Armband while not active (appears if the User is hit or if the User uses a Skill)
Increases AGI and Dex by 1
Smithed Dagger
A Dagger Forged by one of Charaks old friend's Who wasn't online during the Apolcalypse The Dagger is by no means the best but is very reliable
Increases Damage by .25 %
Apprentice Potion Gloves
Items given as a quest reward to thoses that create their first potion's in the Pharmacist sub class
Increases Chance of Success by 10% while creating potions
Skeletons Cloth Cloak
A item From a Dungeon Chest. It is a lightweight Cloak (short trimmed) that has been known to increase the wearer's speed albeit by a small margin
Increases AGI by 1
Standard pants
Starter item. Bad things happen when you go without pants.
Does nothing |
9,914 | 275 | 3 | 2,108 | 102 | Inull, with more than a hint of anger, was dragging his shrine along with him through the roads of Lun. Personally, he preferred Whitewater. It was much nicer weather, he figured. Here it was not cold. He could not feel the cold in his bones. In his armor, it was actually quite warm. How long had it been since that time at the shrine? Weeks? Months? He heard many people on his travels saying something about three days since “the Apocalypse”. Maybe something had happened during his time at the shrine. If this “Apocalypse” was linked to his time at the shrine, then that would mean that he had only spent three days, or maybe even less, travelling from Whitewater to Lun. Those numbers seemed wrong, especially since he was slow moving and stopped on occasion. But, he hadn’t stopped for more than what seemed a few minutes. He stopped thinking about it when the concept of time began to pull at that infinite nothing that lurked in his mind, threatening to devour his thoughts.
His thoughts began to linger elsewhere. The “guild hall”, a rather humble building, smaller than most that he saw here in Lun, had been empty, with no evidence of habitation. Had it been abandoned? Or had he checked in at the wrong time? This city was unpleasant, chaotic, filled with confusion. It had been present in Whitewater, too, but at least the cold in Whitewater was there to gnaw at their bones and fill them with purpose. Here, there was no such distraction, as far as he could see. He watched the ground intently, watching a large shadow dance over his own and many others. It was a flying beast. Chaotic. That’s all that he thought. When he saw that someone was actually atop the beast, he scowled beneath his helmet. Chaotic.
The Shrine, following behind Inull, ground to a stop with him. There was a crowd, no, a line of children following a strange man. They were in Inull’s way, or at least, would have been if Inull actually had a destination. Stopping in his tracks was a nuisance for him, as it took some difficulty to get moving again. Pulling his shrine close to him, Inull used it as something to lean against. He watched the children marching, like slaves to auction. But they smiled, following obediently behind the strange man. Flowers rained down upon them, thrown from other children in the balconies adorning the buildings on the side of the home. Why were there so many flowers? Where did they come from?
The thought, again, pulled at the endless nothing that had devoured the times before the shrine. This made him uncomfortable and impatient. He needed to do something, lest he let that nothing gnaw at his very being. Grabbing his shrine with some effort, Inull pushed through the, to him, seemingly endless horde of children marching endlessly and obediently behind that strange man. As he pushed through the horde, he murmured a very brief and irritated “Apologies.” To whatever small children he pushed aside. With his shrine grinding the road beneath and creating a terrible noise, Inull eventually found himself pushed through the horde of children. While Inull was usually a kind man, especially to children, he had little to no patience today. Everything seemed to pull at the endless nothing, trying to conjure images which did not exist.
He pulled the shrine along with him, his hand gripping it tightly. It screeched behind him whenever it ground its base against something underneath it. His banner sung happily when he walked, flapping happily against the oncoming wind. It was a rather amusing contrast to the way Inull walked. Each step he took was heavy and riddled with less than subtle hints of anger. With an unnatural amount of ease, Inull hoisted the shrine up and into the palms of both his hands, stepping onto the stairs that now tried to mock him and his shrine. Each step he took was now calm and calculated, firmly planted into the stone stairs, Inull not daring to move unless he was sure that he would not fall. It had happened in Whitewater. He had slipped and landed heavily on his back, while hugging the shrine tightly.
Inull was rather lost in the town of Lun. These stairs, as he had just discovered, lead nowhere. Well, nowhere of interest to him at least. There were a few benches here and there, but the truth was that Inull had no idea what this place was. With a sigh of discontent, he began to walk down the stairs, with even more caution than he had shown climbing up them. Each step was a waste of time. What if there were others? What if they sought him as he sought them? No, surely they would not waste their time doing such a thing. They would do whatever it was they were supposed to do. Inull grumbled, pulling up the “user interface”. He didn’t like that name. It sounded wrong. But he didn’t have a name to call it by, other than that.
All these names on this list were gray. What ties to the times before the shrine did they hold? It mattered little, but still the question did linger on his mind from time to time. But his gods had shown him that he must let go. Shaking his head and closing this “user interface”, he began his slow climb down the stairs again. This road lead directly back to the still-moving line of children. Were they just slow movers? Had they walked in a large circle? Was Inull fast? Were there infinite children in line? Inull was confused. But he showed more patience this time. He could afford to relax and to calm himself for now.
He’d leave Lun later. For now he was content with learning the city, in the event he ever returned to it. There was also the matter of determining where to head from here. Maybe he would return to Whitewater, where the cold brought him comfort. Or maybe he would continue searching for others of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands and head to Ironhold instead. Maybe he’d visit one of the other cities instead. Digging in his bags, he eventually found what he was searching for, a primitive and crude map of the world. There was Whitewater, Lun, Ironhold, and then a few other markings that had been rubbed out by something. Looked to him like his options were limited.
Still watching the children pass by, Inull pushed his shrine to a wall and sat at its base, studying the map. He earned more than a few dirty looks from people all around, presumably due to his earlier action of pushing through the line of children. As he sat, studying the map and occasionally glancing up at the children, he felt the pain of hunger set in. Looking about, he spotted a small tavern, named “The Best Tavern In Lun” Wait no, that wasn’t the name, that was a sign. The name was actually “The Yum Heart”. Maybe that was actually just another sign, but Inull cared little. Standing up and grabbing the shrine, he meandered to the door and found that the shrine could not fit. He pulled and pushed and tried desperately to fit it in, but alas, it was too big to breach the tight doorway. After some contemplation, Inull left the shrine in the doorway and wandered over to the counter. It wasn’t that far from the Shrine, but after maybe ten steps, Inull felt ill. His armor suddenly grew significantly heavier and his steps were now much lighter and careless. He almost tripped at one point, in fact. Finally reaching the counter, Inull reached into his bag and pulled out a meager sum of gold, the last of his reserves actually, and threw the pieces on the counter, stammering out a “Whatever this’ll get me, get me that.” The tavern-keeper brought out a small plate of what seemed to be some bread and a small glass of what Inull assumed to be ale. Eating the tasteless meal and drinking the tasteless ale with haste, Inull slumped back to the shrine in the doorway.
Upon touching its handle, he felt instantly renewed. Letting out a large sigh, he pushed the shrine out and back into the road, where he sat on it and happily watched the line of children pass by, still. He sat there humming one of the Templar’s Prayers, this one a dirge. He was no musician or singer, so the hum was rather dull and tuneless. But it kept his mind occupied. He tapped his fingers lightly against his leg, perhaps stirred on by the leader of the children’s enchanting tune. Maybe that’s why the line seemed endless. The children were definitely occupied by it and people seemed to be enjoying the display. It was rather amusing. Had Inull a talent for music, he would consider joining, but Inull had no knowledge of music save the innate knowledge everyone might claim to have ownership of. Inull sat still against the base of the shrine, drumming his fingers without any melody against his leg. | ---
"The endless nothing, it is something I have seen. Nobody deserves that. Nobody."
---
Username:
Inull
Race:
Race of Ritual
Class and Level:
Templar; Level 82
Subclass and Level:
Shrine Keeper; Level 90
The Shrine Keeper is in fact a title, instead of standard subclass. Inull does not know exactly how or when he became a Shrine Keeper, but he knows that it makes him more “in tune” with shrines and cathedrals. Namely, he can tell when one isn’t working properly. It’s a weird feeling.
The Shrine Keeper gets abilities that revolve around his or her shrine, Inull has gathered, though he only has one Shrine Keeper related ability. There are probably more, but he isn’t quite sure.
Guild:
The Crusader Knights of the Western Lands was a guild that was founded by Inull, long before his days as a Shrine Keeper. The guild was at one point one of the most well-known on the Western European server. It had quite a few members and was always accepting new recruits, so long as they weren’t vampires, player killers, or anything else considered unholy. The guild was roleplay heavy when Elder Tale was a game, and dedicated itself to protecting players, hunting the undead, and completing raids that were connected to things considered holy and unholy. They were also known to follow the Knights of Alvar and partake in their antics when the opportunity arose. They were also known for their “Crusades”, where they actively sought out vampires and “purified” them, as well as anyone who did not “adhere to the faith”. Despite these being player-killings and literal witch hunts, the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands claimed that “the undead, the faithless, and the unholy are not people”. Their leader was known as the “Western Patriarch”.
During the Apocalypse, however, nearly all of their members were offline. Inull is unsure if there are any other members out there, and he is also unaware that he is the leader of the guild. He is aware he is the “Western Patriarch”, due to his armor, but he doesn’t know what that is.
Background:
How long has it been since he lost his name?
The torn ruin of his mind no longer knows.
He was haunted of vague memories of a place infinitely empty, yet also full of something he could not remember. When he tried to, he only succeeded in remembering the infinite expanse of nothingness he saw in his dreams. The memories he had, he clung to, fearing that they too might be lost to that infinite nothingness. He remembered the shrine. He remembered his blade. He remembered his armor. He remembered… making a mistake? What was the mistake? He remembered it not. He remembered nothing anymore. He knew only what was evident. He was a member of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. He carried their banner with him proudly. He was a Templar, he remembered the prayers by heart. But beyond these things, he knew little, not even his name. How long had it been since he had awoken near that shrine? His head hurt. It was empty, yes, but not calm. It was not tranquil. The important bits seemed to remain, but the remainder was gone, lost to that infinitesimal void that was the remainder of his memories. He had lost his memories ages ago, in times immemorial. Or had he? When he awoke, he waited for a time for someone to help him. But none came. He was alone and impossibly lost. Crestfallen, he resigned himself, sitting near the shrine, keeping vigil. None came. None left. Any attempt he made to contact one of these names on his list was met with a blunt rejection. It was him and him alone. An empty vessel, wishing for things lost to eternity. He could not leave this place, what if someone came? He knew not where he was, he knew only that he was lost. This place was his only memory. Could he stand to lose even that? No. He would stand vigil until he could stand no more. This was his shrine. Had his Gods abandoned him? Had the Templar’s prayers been naught but lies? No. Surely he would not be here if that was the case. They had something in store for him. His faith would not be shaken. He planted his banner and watched the woods, waiting to greet any travelers with open arms.
Then the hunger came.
It was subtle at first, an empty desire for something to fill his stomach. He ignored it. He needed nothing but his faith; and he had nothing but his faith. Soon it grew. It began to hurt. But still, he kept his vigil. He needed only his faith; he wanted only his faith. But hunger is not so easily dissuaded by even the most righteous or the most faithful. Hunger is only dissuaded when the stomach is no longer empty. But he kept his vigil. He would not falter so easily. He would not give into the temptations that dared to draw him away from this sacred shrine. He stood his vigil, still. But his gods were not without mercy, he soon found. A boar taunted him from the woods. He cared not about it until the day his hunger caused him to finally falter. The beast put up a fight, something he did not expect. But he managed to slay it and cook its meat. When cooked, he found that it was much different than he anticipated. It was a goop. Cooking was most likely not his thing. But it filled his stomach and allowed him to stand vigil once again. Again he waited until his hunger overcame his faith, venturing out to obtain more food. He overcame the hunger without abandoning his faith. His gods were sending these meals, he could feel it. Whenever he slept, he would awake to another in the place of the previous. They skulked the edge of the woods; peering into his clearing. They were sent to feed him and he thanked them each for the strength to stand his vigil.
And then, his gods tested his faith.
He had awoken to find the place empty, as always. The shrine stood a reminder of the Templar’s fate. But today, it was emptier than usual. Whereas there was once a feeling of tranquility around the sacred shrine, there was nothing. It was as if his gods had left him in this place. Things began to come within the sacred clearing, the Templar caught unprepared. They tested his faith and they tested his blade. But he knew it was a test. When he nearly fell, he called upon his faith to stop the pain. They could not hurt the Templar while he remained faithful. One by one, he slew the intruders, his Greatsword becoming stained by their blood. They thought his faith had faltered, but it had not. But this place was no longer safe, the beasts of the wilds knew that the gods had abandoned the shrine, but they did not know that they did not abandon the Templar. The Templar, in an act of astounding strength, took the Shrine with him, upheaving it from the clearing and taking it with him. Taking his banner from his ground and strapping it to his back, sheathing his Greatsword, and using both his hands to lift the shrine with all his strength, the Templar began to walk through the woods, lost, but not without his faith. It was long and treacherous, but the Templar found his way out and into the open. Though, he was still a long way off of being done. There was nothing outside of the woods. The outside world was wrought with peril and wild beasts that hunted the Templar, as if they were testing his faith even more. Each of these beasts was bested, their natural weapons doing nothing against the Templar’s faith. They did not even affect his armor. They simply became stains on the Templar’s blade. His faith did not waver, nor did his ability to succeed.
But still, the Templar was haunted by vague memories of before the shrine.
Before the shrine, he remembered nothing, save for the feeling of making a mistake. He remembered refusal. He remembered a blessing, or maybe it was a curse? Had he been cursed by the denizens of the woods? Nay, they knew not the touches of magic. Perhaps his gods were only testing him? Who were his gods anyway? He knew not their names, only their prayers and hymns. Now he carried their shrine, seeking a way to fix it. But his names still eluded him. What was this mysterious list of names he had anyways? Why were they each greyed out? What did they mean? These were the only links the Templar had to the past, but without context they meant nothing. What of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands? Who were they, exactly? Surely they were others of the faith? But he only had a location to look. Maybe they could fix the shrine? Without a map, it was impossible for the Templar to find his way to the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. His best hope was to continue wandering, hoping that his gods would send him a sign. In time, the shrine became like a remote piece of the Templar, something that he was always aware of. If a beast threatened to harm it, he would react first. If he must have scaled a mountain, he did not leave the shrine behind. It was heavy, yes, but the Templar’s faith made sure he did not falter in his sacred task. For a long while, or at least what seemed like a long while, the Templar traveled with only the shrine to keep him company. He knew his destination, but he knew not the path that would take him there.
And then his gods showed him his sign, and showed him the path he must take.
The Templar came upon a grisly scene. A near-defeated group stood against a wave of enemies, weaker than they, but much more plentiful. They fought valiantly, but they fought a losing battle. Should they fall, the Templar would have stood idly by and done nothing. He would not stand idly by. Rushing in, shrine in tow, the Templar immediately set to work drawing attention away from the group, which seemed to be consisted of five mages and one swashbuckler. The Templar, despite having much lower health than they, had the ability to shield himself, thanks to his faith. He wore his faith like a much stronger second layer of armor, ignoring the brutish blows that came down upon him. They did not hurt him, for he was faithful. Without a shield, though, he quickly found that even his faith began to falter as he was overrun by the sheer amount of enemies. Refusing to return to that infinite expanse of endless nothing, he fought on harder, cleaving a bloody path to his shrine. It did nothing special, but he stood close to it, defending it with everything he had. Planting his banner, he grabbed the hilt of his greatsword with both hands, managing to draw the horde towards him. As the blows began to reach through his faith, he found himself actually feeling their effects. But he fought on, until he nearly fell. As he was about to give up, he called upon another shield, this one much more powerful than the last. The group that he had saved intervened then, repaying the favor. Soon, the horde was naught but a pile of ashes, burned by the five mages. The Templar opted to stay with them, at least for a while, hoping they would lead him to his destination. Luckily enough for him, they were headed in that general direction, apparently. The group traveled for a time, becoming tight-knit, they worked well together, and they called the Templar Inull, a name very familiar but not remembered. It was only when they told him why they called him that that the Templar knew that they would part ways when they reached his destination. They had asked his name, and he could not answer. They had decided to call him by the name that they could see when he began travelling with the party. They poked and prodded, asking him about himself, but he could not remember. He only remembered the shrine and the clearing. They discussed themselves, their “former” selves. They talked of “the real world”. Was this not the real world? Inull was very confused at this, but he remained with them for a time, though he was always distant after that event.
He could not stay.
When they reached the city of Whitewater, Inull said his goodbyes and parted ways with the group. He carried his shrine with him, knowing where to go from here. He searched for anything marked with the emblem of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. He knew the emblem well, for he carried it with him on his banner, on his armor, and on his greatsword. When he found the emblem, he entered the small building, hoping for answers. Instead, he found nothing but a small and empty home. This was their guild hall, at least in Whitewater. It was empty and that was all that mattered to Inull. Were his gods testing his faith again? Or had they been playing games with him all along? Inull was disappointed, but he believed that his gods would show him the path he was supposed to take. In the meantime, however, he asked around the rather populated city of Whitewater, trying to find someone to repair his shrine. As he wandered the streets, he felt the same sense of tranquility as he had felt when he stood his vigil over the shrine in those cursed woods. He saw the Cathedral, a marvelous building, one that was erected to honor his gods. Inull took his shrine there, hoping to find a priest that could help. But there was none. The Cathedral was empty. He rested then. His faith was beginning to waver. He could not let his gods down. How else would he restore what he had lost? That was it. That was why his gods had brought him here. They needed to show him that he clung to what he no longer had. They needed him to let go, so that he may prevent others from the same fate. Perhaps they did not even need the shrine repaired. But Inull kept it still, a reminder of his fate, a reminder of what he needed to prevent others from experiencing.
And then he left again, headed towards Lun.
Inull began the long and treacherous journey to Lun on his lonesome, shrine in tow. He helped many groups that were down on their luck. He shared many meals with them. But Inull never stayed. He would get to Lun quickly, hoping to find more evidence of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. If he found them, then perhaps he could convince them to help him prevent others from finding that endless nothing that he had seen. He had a map this time, so he was not aimlessly wandering. But he knew they had a building somewhere in Lun. He was unsure of whether or not it was the main one, but maybe it was. If not, then it would just be another location to mark off of his list. Shrine in tow, Inull slowly made his way to the city, after a few weeks, or maybe it was days? Inull knew not exactly how long it had been since he actually left the shrine. But he knew that he had traveled quicker than most, despite having a shrine to drag around and constant stopping. He traveled the pious path, though, hoping that his gods still smiled upon him. Eventually he found his way to Lun, exhausted but hopeful. He lugged his shrine behind him, finding his way to the building marked by the same emblem he wore proudly. He opened the door to a large building, though not nearly as large as he had expected. It was large, yes, but he knew it was not the major guild hall. But all of this mattered little to Inull. All that mattered to Inull was that this, too, was a home.
And it had been abandoned.
Personality:
Inull has no memories of the world before Elder Tale. He does not remember the real world and so it is as foreign to him as Elder Tale was to someone who had a friend who played it, but themselves did not even have an internet connection. While he is aware that people have experienced this “real world”, he believes that it is either mass hysteria or something he did not partake it. This, of course, is wrong.
He is aware of the user interface and knows what it does and what it accomplishes, though the idea that this was something not always present in his life is bewildering and hard for him to grasp. It is, to him, exactly like being told that he has not always had to breathe. When told that this ability was not present in the “real world” he expresses confusion and does not quite understand the idea of that not being present.
Due to the fact that he has no memories of the world before Elder Tale, or even of Elder Tale before he came to at the shrine, he has no idea what taste is. Every meal he has eaten has been cooked, tasting like a dull sort of mush. He is not picky about food. Sights, sounds, and smells, however, are not as foreign to him, though he would not know what a car sounded, looked, or smelled like.
His perception of time is significantly different from most. A week feels like a lifetime to Inull, mostly because his memories only span a week so far. Though one might suggest that his perception of time would “balance out” after filling his mind with experiences, they would be wrong. He seemingly does not notice, or maybe he just does not care, about the day/night cycle. It is best not to ask him when something was, is, or will be done because his estimates are based on how he percepts time.
While he acknowledges a difference between the People of the Land and Adventurers, Inull considers them all to be real. They are real, to him at least. For this reason, he resents people who do not treat People of the Land as equals, often resorting to physical violence to “put them in their place”.
Inull will, on occasion, count or recite the alphabet. He will do so at a normal pace, due to the fact that he remembers them quite well, but after a time he will begin to struggle. The reason for this lies in the fact that he will forget which number he was on after a time. Whether this is a side-effect of not having any memories, or something that has always been a part of Inull, remains to be known.
Inull is a faithful man that follows gods he does not know the names of. While one could accurately say that he clearly followed the gods that existed within Elder Tale, he would not be able to tell them their names. It seems he has forgotten their names, but not their “presence”.
Speaking of his faith, Inull is very serious about his beliefs that his fate is in the hands of these gods. When questioned about this fate, he says that he trusts the gods to guide him and that they have a plan for him to follow. The truth is that Inull believes in whole-heartedly that there is a grand plan and that there is something in store for not only him, but for everyone. But, he does not have the slightest clue to what exactly this plan might even begin to be. When asked to describe his beliefs, he expresses that it would be complicated to express the feelings and pure threads of thought that he has about them, but he will simplify it down to “I believe in something, but I am not entirely sure what this something is.” Insulting his faith will lead to him using physical violence to “put you in your place”.
---
Stats
HP:
1
MP:
6
STR:
4
DEX:
3
Physical DEF:
2
Magic DEF:
2
INT:
5
WIL:
7
AGI:
2
---
Spells
Most of Inull’s abilities are divided into two sub-sections:
Sins and Virtues
Sins cost a big amount of mana to use, have a short cooldown, and are able to be cast on enemies and allies alike. They are generally riskier to use, however, being able to greatly buff an enemy or hinder an ally.
Virtues cost a small amount of mana to use, have a long cooldown, and are only able to be cast on allies. They are generally much safer to use, though misuse can result in tragedy. Every Virtue also has the added benefit of being affected by the Virtuous passive.
Sins
Passive Abilities
<Repentance>
Whenever the Templar uses a Sin, his damage gains a slight bonus, but his abilities cost slightly more mana to use. This ability cannot stack, but it can reset.
Active Abilities
<Lust>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and temporarily makes them lose control. Their damage and speed is greatly increased, but they take greatly increased damage and have lowered armor and magic resistance.
-Costs a large amount of mana.
-Lasts about 5 seconds.
-2.3 second cast time; 10 second cooldown.
<Gluttony>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and grants them a long-lived but weak shield. While this shield persists, the target redirects a portion of all friendly healing to themself, and is healed for slightly less than the portion redirected to them.
-Costs a large amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 30 seconds.
-2.7 second cast time; 35 second cooldown.
<Greed>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and grants them a short-lived but powerful shield. While this shield persists, the target gains bonus damage and incoming healing for each enemy near them, but also takes the same amount of bonus damage and healing as bonus damage dealt to themself when attacked by an enemy.
-Costs a plump sum of mana.
-Shield persists about 7 seconds.
-1.5 second cast time; 25 second cooldown.
<Sloth>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and grants them a moderately-lived and moderately strong shield. While this shield persists, the shielded target has a portion of their speed temporarily taken away, and equally divided among any allies of the Templar caught within its radius.
-Costs a huge amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 15 seconds.
-1.7 second cast time; 34 second cooldown.
<Wrath>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and gives them a short-lived shield that absorbs damage. When the damage threshold is reached, or the shield expires, it explodes, dividing the damage that was absorbed equally among enemies of the Templar caught within its radius.
-Costs a very generous amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 8 seconds.
-2.3 second cast time; 16 second cooldown.
<Envy>
The Templar targets two allies or enemies. The initial target gains the second target’s stats for a very brief period, while the secondary target gains a very powerful shield that persists until Envy wears off. Should this shield expire before then, it will cause Envy to last a few more seconds than it initially would. When Envy expires, any damage taken by the secondary target is transferred onto the primary target and doubled.
-Costs a huge amount of mana.
-Lasts about 6 seconds; if shield expires before then, lasts about 11 seconds.
-2.6 second cast time; 38 second cooldown.
<Pride>
The Templar targets an ally, an enemy, or himself and gives them a powerful and long lasting shield. While this shield persists, everyone caught in its radius becomes significantly weaker, transferring a good portion of their stats to the target of Pride. While Pride is active on a target, however, all damage dealt to the target of Pride is halved. When Pride expires, however, the other halve of damage is then quadrupled and divided equally among any allies of the target of Pride caught in the effect’s radius. This damage can never be fatal, though. The damage dealt is returned as very short-lived shields.
-Costs a massive amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 66 seconds.
-3.5 second cast time; 600 second cooldown
Virtues
Passive Abilities
<Virtuous>
The strength of the Templar’s “standard” shields grow in strength when the Templar is missing health.
Active Abilities
<Chastity>
The Templar targets an ally and exchanges his aggro with them, granting whoever has the higher aggro a short-lived shield that is more powerful with more aggro.
-Costs a moderate amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 5 seconds.
-.5 second cast time; 60 second cooldown
<Temperance>
The Templar targets an ally and gives himself a shield. His target, however, does not receive a shield. Instead, any healing effects the Templar receives are instead redirected onto his target, and then slightly increased. Any healing effects the Templar uses on his target are doubled; If the Templar heals another target, the target of Temperance receives a slightly weaker version of that heal.
-Costs a moderate amount of mana.
-Lasts about 40 seconds.
-1.3 second cast time; 120 second cooldown.
<Charity>
The Templar targets an ally and sacrifices a portion of his own health to heal his target and give them a moderately strong shield. Consumes very little mana, but a moderate percentage of health.
-Costs a very tiny amount of mana and moderate amount of caster’s health.
-Shield persists about 30 seconds.
-.2 second cast time; 45 second cooldown.
<Diligence>
The Templar targets an ally or himself and gives them the strength to carry on, giving them a very powerful short-lived shield and temporarily increasing incoming healing effects on that target greatly.
-Costs a medium amount of mana.
-Lasts about 5 seconds.
-.1 second cast time; 70 second cooldown.
<Patience>
The Templar targets an ally or himself and deals a small percentage of their current health to them as unavoidable damage and placing a timer on them. After the timer finishes, that ally receives double the damage dealt as healing and double the damage dealt as a shield that wears off only when the damage threshold is reached.
-Costs a moderate amount of mana.
-Timer lasts about 5 seconds.
-.7 second cast time; 40 second cooldown.
<Kindness>
The Templar grants a long-lasting shield and a buff to his entire party, granting them all an increase to healing effects received and healing effects granted to other party members.
-Costs a small amount of mana.
-Lasts about 40 seconds.
-5.6 second cast time; 100 second cooldown.
<Humility>
The Templar temporarily reduces all of his stats, gaining a long-lasting shield in their place and granting bonuses to his allies’ stats depending on the reduction in his own stats.
-Costs a very low amount of mana.
-Lasts about 60 seconds.
-5.1 second cast time; 500 second cooldown.
Other Templar Abilities
<Prayer>
The Templar sends the souls of the fallen away peacefully, causing them to lose slightly less experience if The Templar uses it before they revive.
-Costs no mana.
-25 second cast time; 1,000 second cooldown.
Subclass Abilities
<Shrine Keeper’s Vow>
The Shrine Keeper gains an increase to all of his stats while his Shrine is nearby, but gains a decrease to all of his stats if the Shrine far away from him. The Shrine’s remaining power will also occasionally show, every once in a while dealing moderate area of effect damage within a short radius.
---
Equipment
Memories
“The memories of the Templar are the stains this blade carries.”
“This blade seems to be a hand-forged with a unique name and flavor text. When questioned about it, Inull simply shrugs.”
-This blade has a very high physical attack rating and with each kill it gains a stain.
-While each stain is unique, depending on the type of enemy, there are commonalities. Beyond aesthetics, the stains serve no purpose. Martyr's Memories is practically red from the amount of stains it carries, though it is still very easy to tell each stain apart from one another.
-Ancient Greatsword (Reforged)
Templar’s Prayer
“A standard Templar item that serves no real purpose; it was common amongst roleplayers.”
The Templar’s Prayer has been handed down for generations, from Templar to Templar, a prayer that holds much significance to the faithful.
-Common Item
-No Stats
Crusader’s Banner
"The Crusader Knights of the Western Lands: a righteous force, working with the Knights of Alvar to defend the land from the demi-humans and those who would threaten others."
“The fact that Inull carries this banner proudly is evidence of his allegiance to the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. While it is not classified as a weapon or armor of any sort, it is a cosmetic item that appears on the back. Banners like this among the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands were carried into battle by members of the guild for the sole purpose of immersion.”
-May only be used by members of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands
-Cosmetic item that appears on the back.
-Production Item (Magic)
Vestments of the Western Patriarch
“He wept.”
“The Vestments of the Western Patriarch were forged from three ancient artifacts:
The Flesh of Uke, which was exorcised of unholy spirits by The Fool and thrice blessed by the Western Patriarch.
The Flesh of the Lamb, which was reinforced with blessed Radiante Ore, mined from the blessed mines belonging to the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands.
Faith, the former armor of the Western Patriarch, blessed by the Gods themselves and nurtured by the Western Patriarch.”
-Ancient Item (Reforged)
-Originally “The Cursed Flesh of Uke” (Ancient Item), “Armor of the Lamb” (Ancient Item), and “Faith” (Renamed Templar Starting Armor)
-Grants very decent level-90 stats.
-Bound on equip.
Shrine Keeper’s Burden
“The Shrine Keeper’s Oath”
A shrine that Inull lugs around with astounding will and strength; he claims that it’s lighter than it looks, but trying to lift it up will prove that false. Still, Inull carries it with an unnatural ease. Whereas most shrines give off a feeling of tranquility to some, evidence of the same magic at cathedrals at work, that feeling of tranquility is noticeably absent. Upon close inspection, one may notice that there are in fact no signs of damage. It must have stopped working, somehow.
-Classless Item (Phantasmal-level item would be the closest thing, though.)
-Non-functional Shrine |
9,915 | 275 | 4 | 2,557 | 720 | Ra, like many other players, had a rough time adjusting to his new life. Although, also like a few others, he couldn't decide if this was a curse or blessing. After all, he always had daydreams about what life would be like stuck in a TV show or a video game. Now he knows! It was surreal to say the least. He was immortal, extremely strong, and had quite a few skills he didn't have in real life. Such as the ability to pummel things into the dirt with his fists. However, he also had to risk pain and agony every time he wanted to get some cash. However, that was rarely a problem. He already had a few grand laying around in his bank account before the apocalypse, and he only needed about 35 gold to get by. But still, Ra wanted to explore and to know. Like others, he wanted to not only adjust, but to prosper.
On the third day, his guild Silverfall held a meeting. Although Ra was slightly bothered by it he certainly had no intentions of skipping it. He didn't know if they knew anymore then him, or what exactly they had planned to do. Are we going to do a dungeon? he asked himself, however he found that to be very unlikely. Even he was scared of doing stuff like that, he was barely able to use the new combat system without getting his nerves wrecked by anxiety and stress. However, that wasn't the only things that made him nervous in this world. He had already experienced PKers and what happens when guilds go bad, it hadn't even been a week in and there were already groups out there willing to shed blood for the gold and items instead of just farming weaker mobs. Many-a-times had Ra been forced to go around places or join little attack-parties to get past blockades. Ra's worst concern for the world at this point was that things could quickly become very bad if one of the big guilds decided to become PKers.
But that was a worry Ra needed to save for another time. He was now at his guild meetings! He was worried about being late, but it looks like that wasn't the case. It began with Raime talking about how he wanted a discussion with everyone. Certainly something that Ra could get on board with. As long as this wasn't some discussion about joining the Pkers or theft from the landers Ra would go along with almost anything at this point, he was bored and wanted to help out his friends. However, it looked liked the only thing they would be doing was helping Thandev. The name was familiar to Ra, but couldn't exactly remember anything they had done something together when this game was just a game. The only thing he knew for sure about Thandev is that he only had Raime on his friends list and he was a bit of a weird guy. So they were looking for Thandev? This certainly wasn't what Ra was hoping would happen, but this couldn't be too bad. He overheard Raime whisper something about a barrel, but nothing after.
Ra wasn't quick to leave after Raime was done. He'd rather go around with some others. Both for the company, and because he was a little bit nervous about being attacked. Three days in and murder was a little more common then he would like. It is certainly easier to go along with because although you can kill people they never really 'die'. Ra would agree that it is a very nice incentive due to having less of a moral backlash on a kill. Helped your mind rest easier after killing and pillaging. | .
Adventurer CS
---
< I still can't tell if we are living the dream or just a nightmare that went 'well'. >
---
*Name: George Klaone
Username: Ra
*Age: 20
Race: Human
Class and Level: Monk < 90 >
Subclass and Level: Berserker < 90 >
*Guild: Silverfall - XYZ
Background: In the real life, he was nothing but a service clerk to a boring grocery outlet. He didn't have many pals, and those who he did have were major nerds and would often rather play games then hang out with George. This was ok, though, because this was also one of his major hobbies. However George tend to stick a little bit longer to games while his friends bounced around as they lost interest in things. This would sometimes irritate George greatly, but he would get over it. Playing with friends was better then playing alone anyway. However, one game stuck out to George quite a bit. He'd end up playing it in his spare time while his pals were off doing something else, and usually he would enjoy it more then he would spending time with his pals.
While he didn't accomplish much while playing it, he did manage to reach the level cap and make a few online friends along the way. He also joined a guild, Silverfall. With them he managed to both find his signature weapons, and polished up all his skills. Although he used to play solo(thus the solo type class he chose), he grew accustomed to using his class in order to help out others(which sometimes is still rather awkward) however now, he prefers to work with others.
After the apocalypse, he has spent quite a bit of time around the guild. Helping others adjust, after he finished adjusting himself. Although he honestly can't say this is a bad situation, he certainly is scared something changing the game again and getting him killed. However, for as long as possible he would like to help his guild prosper and find out what exactly is going on.
---
Stats
HP: 6
MP: 4
STR: 6
DEX: 4
Physical DEF: 3
Magic DEF: 3
INT: 4
WIL: 4
AGI: 4
Spell/Skill List:
<Alpha Strike>
Does 1.5x damage, and lowers the enemy's physical defense by one { for the monk alone / skill does not stack with itself } so long as the Monk targets that enemy
Applies next auto-attack. 6 second cool down
<Omega Strike { Requires Alpha Strike to be active } >
Does 4x, plus adds a knock-back. However doing so will break Alpha's defense reduction and Alpha strike's defense breaking will not be re-usable on the enemy
Applies next auto-attack. Cool down N/A
<Psi Strike>
A punch that does 2x times damage and decreases cooldowns by 1 second
Applies Next Auto-attack. 11 Second cool down.
<Delta Strike>
This strike does 2.50x times damage to an enemy the first time it is used. However only does 1.75x times the next time it is used. The 3rd time it will come back up to 2.50x
Applies next Auto-attack. 5 Second Cool down
<Zeta Strike>
This attack only deals 1x damage but heals him for the same amount.
Applies next Auto-attack. 6 Second Cool down
<Lambda Strike>
This strike does 2x Times damage, and knocks both the Monk and the enemy away from each other. However if the enemy is very large or immobile, it will only knock the monk away, but sends him twice as far.
Applies next Auto-attack. Cool down 9 Seconds
<Beta Strike>
Does 0.5x Damage. However the next skill used will double strike. Doing twice the damage, and the effects of the attack will also double. {Does not apply to Alpha Strike }
Applies Next Auto-attack. Cool down 10 seconds
<Theta Strike>
Attack does x1.5 Damage. Attack is unavoidable, and if the Monk is within 6 meters, they will instantly jump to enemy, even if they are behind walls or obstacles. Can also just be used as a 'flash' type of move out of combat.
0.5 Second cast-time. 11 Second cool down.
<Rho Strike>
Does no damage to enemies, and is instead used on landscape. Allows him to break, destroy, or 'mold' the landscape in a desirable way.
2 Second cast time. 16 Second Cool down.
<Epsilon Strike>
Does 1.5x Damage. Allows him to counter the next attack of the enemy he hit. The counter attack does the damage the Monk would receive plus the strength of one auto-attack.
<Berserk>
A toggle skill that increases strength and agility by one, but also decreases physical and magical defense by one as well. User is unable to regain health while this is active.
Two minute cooldown once turned off.
< Last Grudge>
A Skill that grants the berserker constant vision and makes him do extra damage against the target. However, until either the target is dead, or the skill is disrupted through severe status-effects (Paralysis or sleep) the berserker can only target that single enemy.It Also slowly drains user's health, plus as an added bonus, this skill can kill the user. Also is available without turning on Berserk
<Suffering {Only usable during Berserk }>
Instantly loses 10% of current health. However all cool downs are reset and the same amount of Hp lost is mana regained.
<Great Trade {Usable only in Berserk }>
Drains all of his life and leaves him at approximately 0.5% Of his maximum health. However this blow will do Every dot of health he lost in true { Neither Defenses lower it } damage.
Applies next auto-attack. Is unable to use it more then once an encounter.
<Bloodlust {Passive}>
Killing an enemy around him heals him for 1.5% of his maximum health. 2% if he uses a skill to do it.
<Queue {Passive}>
The Monk is able to 'store' an ability's cast. Being able to hold any two strikes {Aside from Theta and Rho } in his hands while in combat
<Courageous {Passive}>
Humans gain bonus ATK and DEF when nearby allies are low on health
<The Berserker {Passive} >
Berserkers level 80+ are granted one extra point into STR
Equipment:
Osiris and Seth. Two Cestuses that look ordinary in appearance, but are Ancient-Tier duel Monk weapons. Osiris, which is on the left hand, grants increased movement and attack speed. While Seth grants increased jump height and increases airborne mobility.
Also owns a Common clothe-armor set, which he uses as both his every-day clothes and as his armor.
If any of my skills are equipment are outta way, tell me and ill try to make em better asap! Backstory is WIP because that part is givin me a brainfart. |
9,916 | 275 | 5 | 2,346 | 95 | Swift pinched the bridge of her nose as she looked down, gritting her teeth together. She looked back and glared at the Hlaf-Alv player behind her. "I swear, if you don't stop bugging me, I might actually kill you every single time I have a chance. Right out of the Cathedral? I don't care. I'm comin' after you," she said, venom practically spewing from her mouth. The player held his hands up and grinned, starting to back away. "Hey, alright? I'll leave you alone. Just remember, our guild wi-" he was cut off by Swift squinting her eyes, and promptly left.
These guys are never going to leave me alone. It's like, "Hey look, a chick! Must have." Holy shit. Its like every guild in this stupid city is trying to get me to join. Swift kept walking down the market street, weaving through players and Landers alike. It was actually pretty boring in Lun. The first day after The Apocalypse was exciting, at least. Swift had found herself outside the city with a small party, which quickly dispersed. She spent the entire day hunting weaker monsters, just to get used to the combat. It wasn't too bad, once you got used to it. Then she made the mistake of walking into Lun.
At first, Swift tried to get out again by charming her way through the guards. Didn't work. So, this and that happens, and she ends up respawning. A few more tries against various groups of guards, with no luck. So, she accepted her temporary home, though somewhat begrudgingly. The amount of guilds in the city was dwindling, and it seemed like every single one was collecting female players. It was not a pretty sight, even with all of the extravagance of the bigger guilds. Swift soon found herself walking around a group of children, all walking around and singing. Ugh, Kids. Swift looked around to find a point of interest, and found one. It looked like a shrine of some sort. Those weren't that common, which was a bit surprising. Most players didn't like taking a near strictly-support role. What was even more odd was the fact that... it didn't look like it worked. Curious about the owner, Swift strolled over to the shrine, scoping out the hulk of armor that accompanied it. | I mean, come on, look at who you’re talkin’ about, here.
- In response to someone doubting her dungeon adventures.
*Name:
Alexander Cross
Username:
Swiftstar
*Age:
17
Race:
Human
Class and Level:
Swashbuckler
Lvl. 86
Subclass and Level:
Swordsmith
Lvl. 32
*Guild:
Guildless
Background:
Sometimes, things go in interesting directions. Like the Apocalypse put everyone in their character’s body. This includes putting a male player into his female avatar. That’ll happen, it seems.
Pre-Apocalypse, Swift was a constant dungeon crawler. Raid dungeons, exploring, any of it, you can assume that she had been there, and done that. However, she did not really ever take much loot, even from full scale raids. She would only take the occasional Ancient class equipment, as a kind of memento to add to her collection. This collection rests in a player home Swift owns in Ironhold. Of course, if a piece of equipment just begs to be used, then Swift has no problem using it.
After realizing that he was stuck as a she after the Apocalypse, Swift had to adjust to the new life. It was honestly much better being able to stay in something like this rather than the real world, where Cross was constantly busy with every aspect of life.
*Personality:
It’ll show through the RP.
I’m really bad at writing these
HP: 5
MP: 5
STR: 4
DEX: 5(+1 Equipment)
Physical DEF: 4
Magic DEF: 4
INT: 3
WIL: 3
AGI: 5
<Early Thrust>
The user uses a lightning fast, light thrust, out-speeding nearly any other attack.
.1 second cast time, 10 second cooldown time
<Round Windmill>
The user leaps into the air and unleashes an array of attacks while spinning on mid-air.
3 second cast time, 18 second cooldown time
<Lightning Step>
The user quickly leaps to an enemy, dealing low damage.
0.2 second cast time, 5 second cooldown time
<Blade Opera>
The user uses a seven piece combo, each blow dealing low-moderate damage.
2 second cast time, 12 second cooldown time
<Bloody Piercing>
The user thrusts forward, inflicting a bloody wound on their opponent.
.4 second cast time, 11 second cooldown time, bleeding debuff lasts for 10 seconds
<Flashing Draw>
The user reflects their blade while drawing it. Debuffs enemy accuracy to .75x in an AoE.
.2 second cast time, can only be used while drawing a weapon
<Danse Macabre>
The user spins, attacking all nearby enemies with moderate damage and low bleed.
0.8 second cast time, 8 second cooldown
<Mulligan {Passive}>
Once the user dies, they will come back with 10% HP after 5 seconds.
1 hour cooldown
I'll post more Skills as I think off them, cause I'm shit outta ideas
Equipment:
Inferno Coat-Artifact Class
A crimson longcoat, which seems to illuminate like fire in the sun.
Drop from Incandent, Mid-boss of Flames of Sol.
Provides Fire-immunity, and increases Magical DEF by 1.
Kollista's Blade-Artifact Class
A single-handed Flachion, it is said that this blade was used to hunt down oath-breakers and traitors.
Drop from Kollista, event boss.
Heightened damage against opposition with an 'evil' affiliation.
Windseeker's Kukri-Artifact Class
An extremely lightweight curved blade. It seems like wind as been etched into the blade.
Drop from golden chest in Cloud Nine raid.
+1 DEX |
9,917 | 275 | 6 | 1,737 | 380 | Fear was a relative term, most people were scared of things like spiders or heights - irrational things. Almost everyone was scared of things which were rational; death, murderers, losing limbs. It was the only thing which kept Sera - or Serke as she was no known - going through the first days of the apocalypse. Then someone died and came back to life. Usually your fears would melt away, everyone else's did. But Serke's fear remained, she shifted from the rational to the irrational.
It had been three days, Serke knew what her skills roughly did - if she ever got into a fight she may have some hope if it was with a bunny. But she elected to remain where it was safe with her brothers old guild. Her time was spent mostly making maps which became apparently obvious from the satchel which was a filled with them that she carried around - apparently it was called a magic bag. It was funny, she had dozens of maps of the areas around Lun - albeit basic ones without frivolities such as contours - but she had never experienced them for herself. Although it was that fear of having to which had arisen when Raime called a meeting.
Not many people knew Serke wasn't the REAL Serke__ they had seen when Elder Tale was just a game. But rather, Serke's incompetent-at-video-games sister Sera. She had only elected to tell Raime and his assistant Tui who were in charge of the guild - she figure it was best for them to know. Unfortunately, that meant that Raime knew Sera was incompetent in the field when he announced the task. Serke wondered what her chances a of getting out of it were.
She had two options, try to convince Raime to let her sit the field work out. Or just go along with it and let her party down. It was a tough choice and as Serke pondered it shed tail shifted from side to side , she really needed to get used to this body. | Name:
Sera Kennithson
Username:
Serke__
Age:
21
Race:
Foxtail
Class:
Swashbuckler LVL90
Subclass:
Geographer LVL90
A class focused around various different geographical aspects. From forecasting weather to creating maps for use outside of towns, Before the Apocalypse this was a solely role-playing class as the equipment they made were solely for decoration purposes and the weather wasn't particularly important. However now they are considered somewhat more useful for planning outings.
Background:
Elder Tale, Sera hadn't even heard of it before the apocalypse. As far as she knew when it happened it was just some game that her brother was playing. See you see, was not a gamer. Her brother however as, Serke_ was his fourth and most valued level 90 character in the game, he was logging in just as the twelfth expansion came out when he had to run an errand. Naturally he left the game running but he shared the family computer with his sister
Sera was aiming for a Geography teaching degree in university, she was doing pretty well too as she went into her second year. In essence she needed the computer for her research. It's sad really, if she knew where the logout. It's sad really, if she had arrived before the login succeeded she may have been able to close the game in time.
Therefore it's say to say, she arrived as the login succeeded and she was pulled into the apocalypse. Sera knew nothing about the world she would be in. Her race, fox-tail which explained the tail which kept knocking her off balance. She had long black hair and bosoms which were a little in the generous side. Her brother was such a little pervert. As she looked around after these first moments of being "in the game" she saw her health bar and other status widgets. Her name was Serke_ in this world. Suitable, her little brother was called Sean Robin Kennithson so she assumed it was a play on his own name, it was mere coincidence that it also suited her own.
She was scared, but desperate to get a grasp on her surroundings, if she knew what any of this stuff was she may have had a breakdown by now. Class: Swashbuckler, what even was that? A pirate? Would she have to shoot things with cannons? No, she looked at her attire and she certainly wasn't dressed for pirating. At her hip were two swords, one thin - even Sera could tell it was a rapier - and the other a broadsword, thick and long. Certainly no flintlocks.
As the days passed by she learns the basics of Elder Tale. She learned of her subclass - the geographer- and how it was used for cartography. She learned how important finesse was with the swashbuckler class and how her abilities were all over the place because of her race. She listened to news when it came in. Apparently you could yell out a skills name and it would activate, like a cartoon from back home. She never tried this theory however, she feared going into the field too much. Instead she chose she stay with the guild her brother was part of - Silverfall - they were nice enough and answered her questions. Now she just had to wait until she could go back home.
Personality and quirks:
Sera knows nothing. Well, that's an overstatement. She knows nothing about Elder Tale. This make her particularly annoying to some as she has to question most things in order to understand what people are on about. Other that her cluelessness she's demanding and passionate. She took it upon herself to help with silver falls accounting. This was mostly because it meant she went into the field less and it made her feel a whole lot better.
Of course she's scared of what's outside the safe zone - she's level ninety but understands nothing, her skills seem a bit over the place, some from different classes than what she was assigned. Although Sera likes to think that she would be fierce if she ever understood how the world worked that hadn't fully happened yet.
Stats:
HP: 4
MP: 6
STR: 4
DEX: 4
Physical DEF: 3
Magic DEF: 4
INT: 4
WIL: 4
AGI: 5
Spells/Skills list
Original skills:
<X-Cross>
A Swashbuckler will cut in an X-like slash, dealing moderate damage and causing an enemy to bleed for a low amount.
0.3 second cast time, 8 second cooldown
<Wind Cutter>
A Swashbuckler will slice as fast as sound, causing a sonic boom to fly out, dealing moderate damage
1.2 second cast time, 12 second cooldown
<Razor Edge>
A Swashbuckler will smash their weapon into their foe, dealing low damage, but interrupts channels.
0.2 second cast time, 10 second cooldown.
<Blade Opera>
The user uses a seven piece combo, each blow dealing low-moderate damage.
2 second cast time, 12 second cooldown time
<Helix Slicer>
The user spins around multiple times causing low to moderate damage to enemies within three meters up to four times.
0.5 second cast time, 20 second cooldown
<Opening Gambit>
The user rushes at a foe, deflecting their weapons and stunning them for 1 second. During this time the user attacks rapidly with up to eight low damaging attacks. After this attack the user become nausea's for 1.5 seconds.
0.2 second cast time, 15 second cool down.
<End of Act>
An enemy with less than 5% HP is attacked with an inescapable flurry of hits killing or incapacitating them.
3 second cast time, 25 second cool down.
<Thrust joker>
The user has a 25% chance to feint attack, if a foe blocks or counters said attack then the user delivers a moderate damage blow slowing the enemy for 3 seconds.
Continuously drains mana 10 second cast time, 5 minute cool down when cancelled.
Passives:
<Fencers Stance {Passive}>
Users with this skill benefit from a 5% bonus to piercing damage.
<Sword Dance {Passive}>
Users with this skill benefit from a 5% bonus to attack speed.
Replaced Skills:
<Blink>
The user travels forwards 15 meters in the blink of an eye.
0.5 second cast time, 12 second cool down.
<Ice spear>
The user forms and throws an ice spear at the enemy dealing moderate magic damage
2 second cast time, 13 second cool down
<Wyvern Kick>
A powerful kick from above which deals heavy damage to a foe.
3.4 second cast time, 10 second cool down.
<Orion Delay Blow>
The user attacks an enemy with a powerful punch. However it takes five seconds to take effect.
3 second cast time, 14 second cool down.
<Anchor Howl>
The user lets out a defiant roar and is surrounded by green light. All enemies within a certain radius are forced to attack the user. If they ignore the call, they will trigger a powerful counterattack. This spell also increases defense of the user for a short duration. Lasts 5 seconds
1 second cast time, 30 second cool down
<Electrical Fuzz>
Electrical Fuzz is a magical attack that continuously deals a small amount of electrical damage to targets while the spell is in effect. The spell manifests as a small white orb that follows the target, illuminating it while emitting a buzzing noise.
1 second cast time, 15 second cool down
Subclass Skills:
<Cartography>
Allows the user to create maps of an area for the party to use.
<Meteorology>
Allows the user to foresee upcoming weather.
<Geology>
The user can easily identify various resources such as metals and precious gems.
<Geographical Equipment>
Allows the user to craft various geographical pieces of equipment such as Barometers or Klinometers. Before the Apocalypse these were for decoration however now they can be used for non-geographers to guess at weather conditions.
Equipment
Milfanitos Rapier:
A rapier which is said to sing as it hits it's foes. Many experts theorise thst the demon of song trapped the souls of enemies inside of the blade to add to its repertoire of voices. With these voices the demon would attract and trap even more unfortunate adventurers.
Dropped by the demon of song from the Amana quest line.
Increases Strength
Malus's longsword:
A longsword said to shimmer on a rainy day, reflecting the lost souls defeated by this blade in combat. It is said that it was forged by Malus before he was turned into the immobile colossus after his family was stolen from him on a rainy night, as his tears of rage fell into the embers so did his memories. This gave the blade some form of sentience with which as each foe fell part of their soul became trapped. Now it is said when it's raining the souls are able to escape, stunning foes in the process.
Dropped by the Immobile Colossus Malus during the Wanderers Shadow Saga.
Has a chance to stun enemies on a rainy day.
Loom-woven Raiment
A Raiment woven by an ancient Loom, some say that it contains essence of a living wood. Nothing is particularly special about it apart from its surprising toughness and durability.
Increases users physical defence
Mono's ribbon
Keeps hair away from the face if required otherwise does nothing much. It's all a lost adventurer had left to remind him of a lost love
Secret item from the Wanderers Shadow Saga. Received by helping a lost adventurer find his lovers grave. |
9,918 | 275 | 7 | 1,352 | 2,464 | Three days... Three days of confusion, fear and eventual acceptance compounded by inactivity and boredom. For all its value as entertainment, Elder Tale had thus far made for a poor standard of life. For those without guilds it must have been many times worse, stuck out in the cold all night or sleeping in oversubscribed inns. At least I've a warm bed and good company. Standing atop one of Lun's many towers, a rather dapper looking gentleman was gazing out over the city in a bored fugue. Quite aside from nothing happening these last few days, he himself had barely left the confines of Lun's inner city. He had enough gold saved to cover his expenses and no reason to leave... Regardless he felt as though he was wasting time here, although why he could not fathom. Fortunately, today might have something more interesting in store, should his illustrious Guildmaster come up with a suitable distraction. As the allotted time rolled around, he headed back down to street level and off toward the park wherein this meeting was to be held.
Silverfall had never been a large guild, nor was it the most appropriate for someone of his level, but the other members had always treated him fair regardless of his inability to join them on high-level raids. A fair few of them had been offline at the time of the Apocalypse, leaving the guild smaller than ever; regardless it was one of the more functional in Lun, with many others disintegrating due to low member count or defections to larger guilds. Silverfall could reliably call upon five or six members, more than most. However, the low turnout at the meeting was below even that number, a point which worried the young man. 'At least the area between the two cities is not of a high level; I assume he has gotten himself waylaid by PKers? They are rather common at the moment.' Getting stuck like this Thandev had reportedly done was no easy achievement; if he wished to return to Ironhold all he needed to do was jump off a cliff. Admittedly, self-preservation instinct was a powerful thing. 'At any rate dear Guildmaster, I am yours to command. Little good may I do in a raid, but to paraphrase our colonial brethren, I can still fuck shit up in the field.' Despite his poncy attitude he was rather looking forward to leaving the city limits; EarlTrevorVI had barely fired a shot since all this lark began. | Adventurer
”I’m not bitter.”
________________________________________
Name
Samuel
Username
Laguna Seca
Age
22
Race
Fox Tail
Class and Level
Druid 90
Subclass and Level
Brewer 90
Guild
None. LFG, invite pls.
Background:
In the real world, Samuel was a regular man, whom spent short days as a student and long nights as a skilled gunner and support mage in an action MMO. His career in that MMO came to an end shortly after he expressed a passing interest in, “That new game with all the petting zoo people,” a number of his classmates had picked up after its release.
They conspired to force an Elder Tale account upon him, so that he could be the party’s healer. Enamored by his first new game in years, he ignored his friends’ advice on racial selection and class build. He proceeded to reroll his first fifty levels several times and never quite became the healer his friends hoped for. He did get very good at the art of grinding, though, and was able to help his friends efficiently reach each level cap.
Eventually, his classmates slowly stopped playing Elder Tale. Now significantly invested in the game, Sam kept his account and switched to a production subclass to occupy time between classes and work on his introversion. Eventually, supporting his brewery drove him to continue leveling up as a druid, in order to acquire rare ingredients. He was caught up in the apocalypse on the year he intended to obtain his degree and enter the workforce.
Personality
Laguna Seca (‘Laguna,’ or, ‘LaSeca,’ to most) is, overall, a very nice person whom wants little more than to be trustworthy and helpful to others. At the moment, he is stressed by being transported into a new life without any warning, and is still coping. His work selling beverages to other players has turned him into an outgoing character that isn’t afraid of working with others or making a passing attempt at diplomacy.
________________________________________
Stats
HP: 3 (2)
MP: 5 (6)
STR: 3
DEX: 3
Physical DEF: 2 (1)
Magic DEF: 4 (3)
INT: 5
WIL: 5 (7)
AGI: 3
Spell/Skill List:
Main
Heal – Generic healing spell. High cast time, high power, high cost. Bad for sustained healing.
5 second cast time, 3 second cooldown.
Life Burst – A heal-over-time spell that’s essentially Heartbeat Healing at double speed and half duration.
3 second cast time, 30 second duration, 50 second cooldown.
Healing Wind – A group heal-over-time spell.
8 second cast time, 60 second duration, 85 second cooldown.
Cure Bloom – Cures status effects.
5 second cast time, 2 second cooldown.
Well – Generate a vertical gravity well at the target position. Inflicts Knockdown on terrestrial targets, Sink on aquatic targets, and Ground on airborne targets.
5 second cast time, 5 second duration, 25 second cooldown.
Turkey Target – Generate a massive amount of hate with a high decay rate.
1 second cast time, 30 second cooldown.
Fierce Mold – Strike the opponent and cause corrosive mold to spring from the point of impact. Significantly reduces defense of affected target.
1.5 second cast time, 15 second cooldown.
Aggro Fungus – Strike the opponent and cause mind-altering mushrooms to grow from the wound. Struck target contracts Panic and uncontrollably attacks entities.
3 second cast time, 45 second cooldown.
Hard Bite – The after image of a massive beast’s jaw follows the weapon. Deals 200% damage to enemies under the effects of a bad status.
1 second cast time, 3 second cooldown
Shield Breaker – Attack with a single, powerful blow that deals high damage to unarmored targets, nullifies armor value, or destroys body parts on multi-part monsters.
5 second cast time, 60 second cooldown
Longarm – Swing the weapon in a wide arc. Knocks over all susceptible targets in range.
0.5 second cast time, 10 second cooldown
Pitfall – Smash the ground to create holes in the earth beneath enemies. Short term slow/bind of varying length.
2 second cast time, 20 second cooldown
Servant Summon: Dire Badger – Toggle – Summon a dire badger to fight alongside the user as a separate entity. Automatically dispels if defeated and cannot be summoned for a certain period of time.
3 minute cooldown if defeated.
Flanker Fang – Instructs the servant(s) to rush the target from side opposite to the user. Inflicts physical damage, breaks concentration, and lowers evasive ability of the enemy. Can be used on a single target almost continuously, depending on the user’s favor with the RNG gods.
0.2 second cast time, 10 second cooldown.
Subclass/Passive
Advanced Brew – Allows the creation of top-tier beverages as foodstuffs.
Advanced Craft Brew – Allows the creation of top-tier brews that incorporate potion ingredients.
Drunken Warrior– Contracting the Drunk status provides slight boost to combat effectiveness. Pre-apocalypse, this was just expensive and came at the cost of annoying your friends with inane autochatter your character threw out. Post-apocalypse, it comes at the cost of being Drunk…
Oblivious – When Drunk, immune to psychological statuses such as Charm or Fear.
Sap — Auto attacks siphon MP from the targeted enemy. The amount of MP restored is proportional to the damage dealt.
The Fox Tale — In-game, granted the ability to use the /mimic <entity> command to take the shape of another humanoid or an object of similar size. It has yet to be discovered how to access /mimic, post-apocalypse.
Equipment
Thousand Troops - ancient
This wicked club was a favorite weapon of the commanders of Cesaro’s Dead Legion. Cold to the touch—on both ends.
The Thousand Troops is a rusty, flanged club that drops in the Dead Legion raid dungeon. It can apply random, negative statuses to targets with its auto attack (20-ish% proc rate on that).
Shirt - common
Aye.
Regular, padded adventurer’s shirt.
Pants - common
Aye!
Mundane, padded adventurer’s pants.
Darkshell Panel Chest Plate- High-end Production
Multi-piece chestplate fashioned from materials harvested from the rare enemy, Darkshell Tortodrone. Good physical defense, for leather armor.
Darkshell Panel Gloves - High-end Production
Leather arm armor crafted with materials harvested from the rare enemy, Darkshell Tortodrone, to better punch things.
Darkshell Panel Boots – High-end Production
Leather leg armor crafted with materials harvested from the rare enemy, Darkshell Tortodrone, for extra protection.
Manawell Fur Hood – Magic Production
Animals died for this. They died for your MP, too.
10% increase to MP pool.
Surcoat – common
Surcoat.
== |
9,919 | 275 | 8 | 2,108 | 102 | Trouble, headed Inull’s way. He often noticed people approaching him and this one was no special case. Standing to his full height, which was actually rather tall and broad, Inull gave an overly-friendly wave to the “trouble”. Beneath his helm, however, Inull’s face contorted with a hint of caution. Taking a short step back, he bumped into the shrine, causing it to shake a bit. Turning quickly around to face the shrine, his hand darted down and stabilized it. He let loose a small sigh of relief, turning only his head back towards this “trouble”. Of course, it was not named “trouble”. It was what appeared to Inull to be a woman whom had cast a glance at his shrine. He did not often take kindly to strangers looking at the shrine, mostly due to his own consideration of the shrine as a naked part of his body. While he understood that it would draw glances on occasion, he still disliked it, especially while conscious of it.
This thought caused the Templar to move slightly in front of the shrine, attempting to cover it like a leaf covers a naked man. While his back was still turned away from this stranger, his head was still turned towards them, measuring every one of their steps with a cautious nature. Each time the stranger drew closer, he would adjust his posture, trying to appear as intimidating as possible. He also prepared a speech about his faith, in case he would get the opportunity to use it.
He half-wished that he could place a hand on the hilt of his greatsword without drawing attention, but he had seen the Royal Guard in action. It was an understatement to claim that it was beautiful. Inull had greatly admired the swiftness they had dealt with the problem which had arisen and hoped that they would deal with any future problems in the same way. His free hand, instead of grasping the hilt of his blade, hung limply without any purpose at his side. The slight wind in the air caused his banner to flap almost silently, evidence of his allegiance and pride to said allegiance. It was amusing, really, Inull was faithful to a fault. He knew not his gods or where he placed his allegiances, and yet he still blindly believed that he was, for lack of a better word, right. Still, the Templar watched the stranger approach, his head tilted in the same direction. It was impossible to tell if he was staring or not, due to the fact that his helmet concealed his eyes, one could assume that he was though. As he stood there, he debated walking away with shrine in tow, or staying. This internal debate caused him to choose the latter, due to the fact that he froze in place while thinking about it. This was not a big problem, in his mind, considering that he had practically nothing to fear from the stranger aside from incessant questioning. | ---
"The endless nothing, it is something I have seen. Nobody deserves that. Nobody."
---
Username:
Inull
Race:
Race of Ritual
Class and Level:
Templar; Level 82
Subclass and Level:
Shrine Keeper; Level 90
The Shrine Keeper is in fact a title, instead of standard subclass. Inull does not know exactly how or when he became a Shrine Keeper, but he knows that it makes him more “in tune” with shrines and cathedrals. Namely, he can tell when one isn’t working properly. It’s a weird feeling.
The Shrine Keeper gets abilities that revolve around his or her shrine, Inull has gathered, though he only has one Shrine Keeper related ability. There are probably more, but he isn’t quite sure.
Guild:
The Crusader Knights of the Western Lands was a guild that was founded by Inull, long before his days as a Shrine Keeper. The guild was at one point one of the most well-known on the Western European server. It had quite a few members and was always accepting new recruits, so long as they weren’t vampires, player killers, or anything else considered unholy. The guild was roleplay heavy when Elder Tale was a game, and dedicated itself to protecting players, hunting the undead, and completing raids that were connected to things considered holy and unholy. They were also known to follow the Knights of Alvar and partake in their antics when the opportunity arose. They were also known for their “Crusades”, where they actively sought out vampires and “purified” them, as well as anyone who did not “adhere to the faith”. Despite these being player-killings and literal witch hunts, the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands claimed that “the undead, the faithless, and the unholy are not people”. Their leader was known as the “Western Patriarch”.
During the Apocalypse, however, nearly all of their members were offline. Inull is unsure if there are any other members out there, and he is also unaware that he is the leader of the guild. He is aware he is the “Western Patriarch”, due to his armor, but he doesn’t know what that is.
Background:
How long has it been since he lost his name?
The torn ruin of his mind no longer knows.
He was haunted of vague memories of a place infinitely empty, yet also full of something he could not remember. When he tried to, he only succeeded in remembering the infinite expanse of nothingness he saw in his dreams. The memories he had, he clung to, fearing that they too might be lost to that infinite nothingness. He remembered the shrine. He remembered his blade. He remembered his armor. He remembered… making a mistake? What was the mistake? He remembered it not. He remembered nothing anymore. He knew only what was evident. He was a member of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. He carried their banner with him proudly. He was a Templar, he remembered the prayers by heart. But beyond these things, he knew little, not even his name. How long had it been since he had awoken near that shrine? His head hurt. It was empty, yes, but not calm. It was not tranquil. The important bits seemed to remain, but the remainder was gone, lost to that infinitesimal void that was the remainder of his memories. He had lost his memories ages ago, in times immemorial. Or had he? When he awoke, he waited for a time for someone to help him. But none came. He was alone and impossibly lost. Crestfallen, he resigned himself, sitting near the shrine, keeping vigil. None came. None left. Any attempt he made to contact one of these names on his list was met with a blunt rejection. It was him and him alone. An empty vessel, wishing for things lost to eternity. He could not leave this place, what if someone came? He knew not where he was, he knew only that he was lost. This place was his only memory. Could he stand to lose even that? No. He would stand vigil until he could stand no more. This was his shrine. Had his Gods abandoned him? Had the Templar’s prayers been naught but lies? No. Surely he would not be here if that was the case. They had something in store for him. His faith would not be shaken. He planted his banner and watched the woods, waiting to greet any travelers with open arms.
Then the hunger came.
It was subtle at first, an empty desire for something to fill his stomach. He ignored it. He needed nothing but his faith; and he had nothing but his faith. Soon it grew. It began to hurt. But still, he kept his vigil. He needed only his faith; he wanted only his faith. But hunger is not so easily dissuaded by even the most righteous or the most faithful. Hunger is only dissuaded when the stomach is no longer empty. But he kept his vigil. He would not falter so easily. He would not give into the temptations that dared to draw him away from this sacred shrine. He stood his vigil, still. But his gods were not without mercy, he soon found. A boar taunted him from the woods. He cared not about it until the day his hunger caused him to finally falter. The beast put up a fight, something he did not expect. But he managed to slay it and cook its meat. When cooked, he found that it was much different than he anticipated. It was a goop. Cooking was most likely not his thing. But it filled his stomach and allowed him to stand vigil once again. Again he waited until his hunger overcame his faith, venturing out to obtain more food. He overcame the hunger without abandoning his faith. His gods were sending these meals, he could feel it. Whenever he slept, he would awake to another in the place of the previous. They skulked the edge of the woods; peering into his clearing. They were sent to feed him and he thanked them each for the strength to stand his vigil.
And then, his gods tested his faith.
He had awoken to find the place empty, as always. The shrine stood a reminder of the Templar’s fate. But today, it was emptier than usual. Whereas there was once a feeling of tranquility around the sacred shrine, there was nothing. It was as if his gods had left him in this place. Things began to come within the sacred clearing, the Templar caught unprepared. They tested his faith and they tested his blade. But he knew it was a test. When he nearly fell, he called upon his faith to stop the pain. They could not hurt the Templar while he remained faithful. One by one, he slew the intruders, his Greatsword becoming stained by their blood. They thought his faith had faltered, but it had not. But this place was no longer safe, the beasts of the wilds knew that the gods had abandoned the shrine, but they did not know that they did not abandon the Templar. The Templar, in an act of astounding strength, took the Shrine with him, upheaving it from the clearing and taking it with him. Taking his banner from his ground and strapping it to his back, sheathing his Greatsword, and using both his hands to lift the shrine with all his strength, the Templar began to walk through the woods, lost, but not without his faith. It was long and treacherous, but the Templar found his way out and into the open. Though, he was still a long way off of being done. There was nothing outside of the woods. The outside world was wrought with peril and wild beasts that hunted the Templar, as if they were testing his faith even more. Each of these beasts was bested, their natural weapons doing nothing against the Templar’s faith. They did not even affect his armor. They simply became stains on the Templar’s blade. His faith did not waver, nor did his ability to succeed.
But still, the Templar was haunted by vague memories of before the shrine.
Before the shrine, he remembered nothing, save for the feeling of making a mistake. He remembered refusal. He remembered a blessing, or maybe it was a curse? Had he been cursed by the denizens of the woods? Nay, they knew not the touches of magic. Perhaps his gods were only testing him? Who were his gods anyway? He knew not their names, only their prayers and hymns. Now he carried their shrine, seeking a way to fix it. But his names still eluded him. What was this mysterious list of names he had anyways? Why were they each greyed out? What did they mean? These were the only links the Templar had to the past, but without context they meant nothing. What of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands? Who were they, exactly? Surely they were others of the faith? But he only had a location to look. Maybe they could fix the shrine? Without a map, it was impossible for the Templar to find his way to the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. His best hope was to continue wandering, hoping that his gods would send him a sign. In time, the shrine became like a remote piece of the Templar, something that he was always aware of. If a beast threatened to harm it, he would react first. If he must have scaled a mountain, he did not leave the shrine behind. It was heavy, yes, but the Templar’s faith made sure he did not falter in his sacred task. For a long while, or at least what seemed like a long while, the Templar traveled with only the shrine to keep him company. He knew his destination, but he knew not the path that would take him there.
And then his gods showed him his sign, and showed him the path he must take.
The Templar came upon a grisly scene. A near-defeated group stood against a wave of enemies, weaker than they, but much more plentiful. They fought valiantly, but they fought a losing battle. Should they fall, the Templar would have stood idly by and done nothing. He would not stand idly by. Rushing in, shrine in tow, the Templar immediately set to work drawing attention away from the group, which seemed to be consisted of five mages and one swashbuckler. The Templar, despite having much lower health than they, had the ability to shield himself, thanks to his faith. He wore his faith like a much stronger second layer of armor, ignoring the brutish blows that came down upon him. They did not hurt him, for he was faithful. Without a shield, though, he quickly found that even his faith began to falter as he was overrun by the sheer amount of enemies. Refusing to return to that infinite expanse of endless nothing, he fought on harder, cleaving a bloody path to his shrine. It did nothing special, but he stood close to it, defending it with everything he had. Planting his banner, he grabbed the hilt of his greatsword with both hands, managing to draw the horde towards him. As the blows began to reach through his faith, he found himself actually feeling their effects. But he fought on, until he nearly fell. As he was about to give up, he called upon another shield, this one much more powerful than the last. The group that he had saved intervened then, repaying the favor. Soon, the horde was naught but a pile of ashes, burned by the five mages. The Templar opted to stay with them, at least for a while, hoping they would lead him to his destination. Luckily enough for him, they were headed in that general direction, apparently. The group traveled for a time, becoming tight-knit, they worked well together, and they called the Templar Inull, a name very familiar but not remembered. It was only when they told him why they called him that that the Templar knew that they would part ways when they reached his destination. They had asked his name, and he could not answer. They had decided to call him by the name that they could see when he began travelling with the party. They poked and prodded, asking him about himself, but he could not remember. He only remembered the shrine and the clearing. They discussed themselves, their “former” selves. They talked of “the real world”. Was this not the real world? Inull was very confused at this, but he remained with them for a time, though he was always distant after that event.
He could not stay.
When they reached the city of Whitewater, Inull said his goodbyes and parted ways with the group. He carried his shrine with him, knowing where to go from here. He searched for anything marked with the emblem of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. He knew the emblem well, for he carried it with him on his banner, on his armor, and on his greatsword. When he found the emblem, he entered the small building, hoping for answers. Instead, he found nothing but a small and empty home. This was their guild hall, at least in Whitewater. It was empty and that was all that mattered to Inull. Were his gods testing his faith again? Or had they been playing games with him all along? Inull was disappointed, but he believed that his gods would show him the path he was supposed to take. In the meantime, however, he asked around the rather populated city of Whitewater, trying to find someone to repair his shrine. As he wandered the streets, he felt the same sense of tranquility as he had felt when he stood his vigil over the shrine in those cursed woods. He saw the Cathedral, a marvelous building, one that was erected to honor his gods. Inull took his shrine there, hoping to find a priest that could help. But there was none. The Cathedral was empty. He rested then. His faith was beginning to waver. He could not let his gods down. How else would he restore what he had lost? That was it. That was why his gods had brought him here. They needed to show him that he clung to what he no longer had. They needed him to let go, so that he may prevent others from the same fate. Perhaps they did not even need the shrine repaired. But Inull kept it still, a reminder of his fate, a reminder of what he needed to prevent others from experiencing.
And then he left again, headed towards Lun.
Inull began the long and treacherous journey to Lun on his lonesome, shrine in tow. He helped many groups that were down on their luck. He shared many meals with them. But Inull never stayed. He would get to Lun quickly, hoping to find more evidence of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. If he found them, then perhaps he could convince them to help him prevent others from finding that endless nothing that he had seen. He had a map this time, so he was not aimlessly wandering. But he knew they had a building somewhere in Lun. He was unsure of whether or not it was the main one, but maybe it was. If not, then it would just be another location to mark off of his list. Shrine in tow, Inull slowly made his way to the city, after a few weeks, or maybe it was days? Inull knew not exactly how long it had been since he actually left the shrine. But he knew that he had traveled quicker than most, despite having a shrine to drag around and constant stopping. He traveled the pious path, though, hoping that his gods still smiled upon him. Eventually he found his way to Lun, exhausted but hopeful. He lugged his shrine behind him, finding his way to the building marked by the same emblem he wore proudly. He opened the door to a large building, though not nearly as large as he had expected. It was large, yes, but he knew it was not the major guild hall. But all of this mattered little to Inull. All that mattered to Inull was that this, too, was a home.
And it had been abandoned.
Personality:
Inull has no memories of the world before Elder Tale. He does not remember the real world and so it is as foreign to him as Elder Tale was to someone who had a friend who played it, but themselves did not even have an internet connection. While he is aware that people have experienced this “real world”, he believes that it is either mass hysteria or something he did not partake it. This, of course, is wrong.
He is aware of the user interface and knows what it does and what it accomplishes, though the idea that this was something not always present in his life is bewildering and hard for him to grasp. It is, to him, exactly like being told that he has not always had to breathe. When told that this ability was not present in the “real world” he expresses confusion and does not quite understand the idea of that not being present.
Due to the fact that he has no memories of the world before Elder Tale, or even of Elder Tale before he came to at the shrine, he has no idea what taste is. Every meal he has eaten has been cooked, tasting like a dull sort of mush. He is not picky about food. Sights, sounds, and smells, however, are not as foreign to him, though he would not know what a car sounded, looked, or smelled like.
His perception of time is significantly different from most. A week feels like a lifetime to Inull, mostly because his memories only span a week so far. Though one might suggest that his perception of time would “balance out” after filling his mind with experiences, they would be wrong. He seemingly does not notice, or maybe he just does not care, about the day/night cycle. It is best not to ask him when something was, is, or will be done because his estimates are based on how he percepts time.
While he acknowledges a difference between the People of the Land and Adventurers, Inull considers them all to be real. They are real, to him at least. For this reason, he resents people who do not treat People of the Land as equals, often resorting to physical violence to “put them in their place”.
Inull will, on occasion, count or recite the alphabet. He will do so at a normal pace, due to the fact that he remembers them quite well, but after a time he will begin to struggle. The reason for this lies in the fact that he will forget which number he was on after a time. Whether this is a side-effect of not having any memories, or something that has always been a part of Inull, remains to be known.
Inull is a faithful man that follows gods he does not know the names of. While one could accurately say that he clearly followed the gods that existed within Elder Tale, he would not be able to tell them their names. It seems he has forgotten their names, but not their “presence”.
Speaking of his faith, Inull is very serious about his beliefs that his fate is in the hands of these gods. When questioned about this fate, he says that he trusts the gods to guide him and that they have a plan for him to follow. The truth is that Inull believes in whole-heartedly that there is a grand plan and that there is something in store for not only him, but for everyone. But, he does not have the slightest clue to what exactly this plan might even begin to be. When asked to describe his beliefs, he expresses that it would be complicated to express the feelings and pure threads of thought that he has about them, but he will simplify it down to “I believe in something, but I am not entirely sure what this something is.” Insulting his faith will lead to him using physical violence to “put you in your place”.
---
Stats
HP:
1
MP:
6
STR:
4
DEX:
3
Physical DEF:
2
Magic DEF:
2
INT:
5
WIL:
7
AGI:
2
---
Spells
Most of Inull’s abilities are divided into two sub-sections:
Sins and Virtues
Sins cost a big amount of mana to use, have a short cooldown, and are able to be cast on enemies and allies alike. They are generally riskier to use, however, being able to greatly buff an enemy or hinder an ally.
Virtues cost a small amount of mana to use, have a long cooldown, and are only able to be cast on allies. They are generally much safer to use, though misuse can result in tragedy. Every Virtue also has the added benefit of being affected by the Virtuous passive.
Sins
Passive Abilities
<Repentance>
Whenever the Templar uses a Sin, his damage gains a slight bonus, but his abilities cost slightly more mana to use. This ability cannot stack, but it can reset.
Active Abilities
<Lust>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and temporarily makes them lose control. Their damage and speed is greatly increased, but they take greatly increased damage and have lowered armor and magic resistance.
-Costs a large amount of mana.
-Lasts about 5 seconds.
-2.3 second cast time; 10 second cooldown.
<Gluttony>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and grants them a long-lived but weak shield. While this shield persists, the target redirects a portion of all friendly healing to themself, and is healed for slightly less than the portion redirected to them.
-Costs a large amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 30 seconds.
-2.7 second cast time; 35 second cooldown.
<Greed>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and grants them a short-lived but powerful shield. While this shield persists, the target gains bonus damage and incoming healing for each enemy near them, but also takes the same amount of bonus damage and healing as bonus damage dealt to themself when attacked by an enemy.
-Costs a plump sum of mana.
-Shield persists about 7 seconds.
-1.5 second cast time; 25 second cooldown.
<Sloth>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and grants them a moderately-lived and moderately strong shield. While this shield persists, the shielded target has a portion of their speed temporarily taken away, and equally divided among any allies of the Templar caught within its radius.
-Costs a huge amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 15 seconds.
-1.7 second cast time; 34 second cooldown.
<Wrath>
The Templar targets an ally, enemy, or himself and gives them a short-lived shield that absorbs damage. When the damage threshold is reached, or the shield expires, it explodes, dividing the damage that was absorbed equally among enemies of the Templar caught within its radius.
-Costs a very generous amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 8 seconds.
-2.3 second cast time; 16 second cooldown.
<Envy>
The Templar targets two allies or enemies. The initial target gains the second target’s stats for a very brief period, while the secondary target gains a very powerful shield that persists until Envy wears off. Should this shield expire before then, it will cause Envy to last a few more seconds than it initially would. When Envy expires, any damage taken by the secondary target is transferred onto the primary target and doubled.
-Costs a huge amount of mana.
-Lasts about 6 seconds; if shield expires before then, lasts about 11 seconds.
-2.6 second cast time; 38 second cooldown.
<Pride>
The Templar targets an ally, an enemy, or himself and gives them a powerful and long lasting shield. While this shield persists, everyone caught in its radius becomes significantly weaker, transferring a good portion of their stats to the target of Pride. While Pride is active on a target, however, all damage dealt to the target of Pride is halved. When Pride expires, however, the other halve of damage is then quadrupled and divided equally among any allies of the target of Pride caught in the effect’s radius. This damage can never be fatal, though. The damage dealt is returned as very short-lived shields.
-Costs a massive amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 66 seconds.
-3.5 second cast time; 600 second cooldown
Virtues
Passive Abilities
<Virtuous>
The strength of the Templar’s “standard” shields grow in strength when the Templar is missing health.
Active Abilities
<Chastity>
The Templar targets an ally and exchanges his aggro with them, granting whoever has the higher aggro a short-lived shield that is more powerful with more aggro.
-Costs a moderate amount of mana.
-Shield persists about 5 seconds.
-.5 second cast time; 60 second cooldown
<Temperance>
The Templar targets an ally and gives himself a shield. His target, however, does not receive a shield. Instead, any healing effects the Templar receives are instead redirected onto his target, and then slightly increased. Any healing effects the Templar uses on his target are doubled; If the Templar heals another target, the target of Temperance receives a slightly weaker version of that heal.
-Costs a moderate amount of mana.
-Lasts about 40 seconds.
-1.3 second cast time; 120 second cooldown.
<Charity>
The Templar targets an ally and sacrifices a portion of his own health to heal his target and give them a moderately strong shield. Consumes very little mana, but a moderate percentage of health.
-Costs a very tiny amount of mana and moderate amount of caster’s health.
-Shield persists about 30 seconds.
-.2 second cast time; 45 second cooldown.
<Diligence>
The Templar targets an ally or himself and gives them the strength to carry on, giving them a very powerful short-lived shield and temporarily increasing incoming healing effects on that target greatly.
-Costs a medium amount of mana.
-Lasts about 5 seconds.
-.1 second cast time; 70 second cooldown.
<Patience>
The Templar targets an ally or himself and deals a small percentage of their current health to them as unavoidable damage and placing a timer on them. After the timer finishes, that ally receives double the damage dealt as healing and double the damage dealt as a shield that wears off only when the damage threshold is reached.
-Costs a moderate amount of mana.
-Timer lasts about 5 seconds.
-.7 second cast time; 40 second cooldown.
<Kindness>
The Templar grants a long-lasting shield and a buff to his entire party, granting them all an increase to healing effects received and healing effects granted to other party members.
-Costs a small amount of mana.
-Lasts about 40 seconds.
-5.6 second cast time; 100 second cooldown.
<Humility>
The Templar temporarily reduces all of his stats, gaining a long-lasting shield in their place and granting bonuses to his allies’ stats depending on the reduction in his own stats.
-Costs a very low amount of mana.
-Lasts about 60 seconds.
-5.1 second cast time; 500 second cooldown.
Other Templar Abilities
<Prayer>
The Templar sends the souls of the fallen away peacefully, causing them to lose slightly less experience if The Templar uses it before they revive.
-Costs no mana.
-25 second cast time; 1,000 second cooldown.
Subclass Abilities
<Shrine Keeper’s Vow>
The Shrine Keeper gains an increase to all of his stats while his Shrine is nearby, but gains a decrease to all of his stats if the Shrine far away from him. The Shrine’s remaining power will also occasionally show, every once in a while dealing moderate area of effect damage within a short radius.
---
Equipment
Memories
“The memories of the Templar are the stains this blade carries.”
“This blade seems to be a hand-forged with a unique name and flavor text. When questioned about it, Inull simply shrugs.”
-This blade has a very high physical attack rating and with each kill it gains a stain.
-While each stain is unique, depending on the type of enemy, there are commonalities. Beyond aesthetics, the stains serve no purpose. Martyr's Memories is practically red from the amount of stains it carries, though it is still very easy to tell each stain apart from one another.
-Ancient Greatsword (Reforged)
Templar’s Prayer
“A standard Templar item that serves no real purpose; it was common amongst roleplayers.”
The Templar’s Prayer has been handed down for generations, from Templar to Templar, a prayer that holds much significance to the faithful.
-Common Item
-No Stats
Crusader’s Banner
"The Crusader Knights of the Western Lands: a righteous force, working with the Knights of Alvar to defend the land from the demi-humans and those who would threaten others."
“The fact that Inull carries this banner proudly is evidence of his allegiance to the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands. While it is not classified as a weapon or armor of any sort, it is a cosmetic item that appears on the back. Banners like this among the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands were carried into battle by members of the guild for the sole purpose of immersion.”
-May only be used by members of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands
-Cosmetic item that appears on the back.
-Production Item (Magic)
Vestments of the Western Patriarch
“He wept.”
“The Vestments of the Western Patriarch were forged from three ancient artifacts:
The Flesh of Uke, which was exorcised of unholy spirits by The Fool and thrice blessed by the Western Patriarch.
The Flesh of the Lamb, which was reinforced with blessed Radiante Ore, mined from the blessed mines belonging to the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands.
Faith, the former armor of the Western Patriarch, blessed by the Gods themselves and nurtured by the Western Patriarch.”
-Ancient Item (Reforged)
-Originally “The Cursed Flesh of Uke” (Ancient Item), “Armor of the Lamb” (Ancient Item), and “Faith” (Renamed Templar Starting Armor)
-Grants very decent level-90 stats.
-Bound on equip.
Shrine Keeper’s Burden
“The Shrine Keeper’s Oath”
A shrine that Inull lugs around with astounding will and strength; he claims that it’s lighter than it looks, but trying to lift it up will prove that false. Still, Inull carries it with an unnatural ease. Whereas most shrines give off a feeling of tranquility to some, evidence of the same magic at cathedrals at work, that feeling of tranquility is noticeably absent. Upon close inspection, one may notice that there are in fact no signs of damage. It must have stopped working, somehow.
-Classless Item (Phantasmal-level item would be the closest thing, though.)
-Non-functional Shrine |
9,920 | 275 | 9 | 1,522 | 1,029 | Lemonade was ecstatic at how his little parade went. Sure the kids were closer to a rabble than a parade, but what can you do? Kids are kids, it would be like trying to capture a cloud with a butterfly net to force them into a more orderly procession. Well I think this can be considered a moderate success. I obviously didn't put on enough of a show to entrance Adventurers. We have nothing but time on our hands now, surely they could have waited five minutes! I guess I can forgive them. The big one had a somber melancholy beauty while the lady had a blazing one... wait... were they in guilds? They better not be. I'll think on it while liberating beauty from tyranny. With a smile and a spring in his step Lemonade put his trumpet in its case and bid farewell to his new little friends and started off in a new direction searching for both money and beauty. That violin won't pay for itself after all.
Do I need a really need direction if I don't know where I am or where I'm going? deciding he didn't Lemonade turned left and started off, managing to become more lost than ever before. Breaking out into an open area Lemonade saw a park People go to parks right? I can ask for directions!
At first Lemonade was walking, as he got closer he paused and squinted at a guild gathering in the distance. Heading off again at a jog, Lemonade slowly increased his pace until he was running at a full sprint.
Shouting "NOOOOOOO!" Lemonade fell using his knees with his momentum to skid forwards, pulling out a bouquet of blue roses out of his Gardener's Joy. "Why is such a beautiful jewel box not on display!?" standing up and handing off the bouquet to a near by female foxtail Lemonade sounded heartbroken "So rare", spinning away while pulling out a bouquet of white lilies, presenting them to the one in skeleton armor "Such a crying shame! Why hide such beauty in such a drab box?! Why have you clustered all these diamonds, ruby's and emeralds, causing them to lose there individual shine!? I simply can't understand you guild types!"
With his face in his left hand, trumpet case in the other, Lemonade sighed and went limp as if all energy had left his body and muttered "It's lost" over and over again. | "The strong beats the weak, those of the strong depend on there strength and brute like knowledge. While
the weak..use the cleverness and there knowledge to overpower many. "
Name
Daryl Vin Johnes
Username
Souless
Age
14
Race
Race of Ritual
Class and Level
Druid/ lvl 54
Subclass and Level
Butler/ 23
Guild
N
Background
" My..life wasn't as good as others. When I was just a little toddler, my parents had died from murder and...I couldn't even remember a single thing about them. I didn't really know if they loved me or not. I was taken away. From the house I was raised in..a adoption center. Lonely, afraid of others..I didn't know what to exactly. I was tought by a man or woman..who would always smile..the children laughing..while I sit alone..doing, simply nothing but listening to the words of the teacher. Slowly falling apart, feeling dejected as know one seemed to like me..nor hate me. Though I always seem to find that spark of light..it just hidden. A man and woman..who truly intrigued of me. Taking interest in me. Finally..I would say. My 'step' parents seem to be the joyful ones. A young couple of who enjoyed many games. They always made me happy and didn't talk about the problems of which worried me. They showed me how to play one of the most awesome games..and that included Elder Scrolls. We had all loved something..I was about at the age of 11 when I stopped being home schooled. My young parents worked hard to raise me, teach me, feed me. Morphing me into the way I was. I thought I wouldn't be shy anymore..but the timid personality of mine always gets to me. It didn't take long for people to know my backstory. Though only girls seemed to help me. The other side of the gender seemed to have more caring hearts..so in school I befriended many girls..instead of boys. PE was my best skill, though I always seemed to act weak, but that trick didn't go through well. Well..my life is sort of normal, none of that cliche bullying victim..nor that cliche popular boy. I'm just me..my love of gaming never held me back in school and I am one of the highest A+ students in all of the elementary. SO..yup! "
HP: 3
MP: 6
STR: 4
DEX: 4
Physical DEF: 4
Magic DEF: 3
INT: 7
WIL: 7
AGI: 4
---
Spell/Skill List
Pans Will
Buffs ally and user, increasing there Magical DEF and as well INT.
Pans Force
A strong spell of which goes through 3 stages. The higher, the stronger. A ball of green light appears when casting the spell, sending it towards the opponent and damaging them greatly.
Thorns of Love
Not really the thorns of love, its title is used to trick the opponent. Thorns appear from the ground, hurtling towards the opponent, impaling them causing a great deal of damage.
Pans Shot
The user sends a energy bolt towards the opponent, damaging them and also increasing the player or allies health by 1%
Blast
One of the most basic spells, really used to minorly damage the opponent.
Heal
Again, one of the 1st healing spells a druid recieves, minorly healing the player...or ally.
Pulse
The user, creates a small ball of light, throwing it onto the ground and creates a small area of which allies or the player can step into, being healed by only a small amount each second.
Mana Infusion
Restores an allies or players mana, about a 3rd of there mana is restored.
Pans Protection
An emergency spell of which the druid creates a barrier around them selves and deflects all damage for only a matter of seconds. (10S)
Prayers Of Nature
The user nulifies the aggro of nearby mobs.
Summon Party
Teleport all group members within the same province to your side. You cannot teleport group members who are in other provinces.
---
Equipment
The Nature Gods Gift
Aqquired by a restricted class quest. Increasing the users health by 100.
The Staff of the Templars
Increases, physical attack damage when using the staff in combat.
Cleaners Set
Gained when you pick the Butlers Subclass. |
9,921 | 275 | 10 | 1,737 | 380 | The arrival of this new adventurer was something else. Serke couldn't quite put her finger on the apparent dismay there were in, jewels in a drab box? So rare? It took her a while for it to click that the stranger was talking about HER. She'd forgotten about how proud her brother was of playing this relatively rare race and now it was starting to become a little clearer to her as to just how rare they were.
But it wasn't these exclamations that lead Serke to become interested in this newcomer. It was his gift to -seemingly- pull flowers out of thin air. Was it an item? An ability? Nothing Serke had seemed to do that sort of thing. But maybe more peculiar items did exist in that world. It didn't seem to be a subclass either since the flowers weren't being crafted, just... Appearing. She had been handed a bouquet of blue roses and thus, she took a moment to smell them. They certainly seemed real.
Serke however was digressing, the man was as far as se could tell a womaniser. Calling her a rare jewel! As if she were to be collected! Back in her own world Serke didn't really care for the whole feminist movement but she still preferred that people respect her. Although, he did seem quite hurt by the female members being in a guild. She leaned over him, trying to muster appropriate words, "What in the world is the matter with you?" Was the best could manage. Hardly groundbreaking socialisation but it was a start. | Name:
Sera Kennithson
Username:
Serke__
Age:
21
Race:
Foxtail
Class:
Swashbuckler LVL90
Subclass:
Geographer LVL90
A class focused around various different geographical aspects. From forecasting weather to creating maps for use outside of towns, Before the Apocalypse this was a solely role-playing class as the equipment they made were solely for decoration purposes and the weather wasn't particularly important. However now they are considered somewhat more useful for planning outings.
Background:
Elder Tale, Sera hadn't even heard of it before the apocalypse. As far as she knew when it happened it was just some game that her brother was playing. See you see, was not a gamer. Her brother however as, Serke_ was his fourth and most valued level 90 character in the game, he was logging in just as the twelfth expansion came out when he had to run an errand. Naturally he left the game running but he shared the family computer with his sister
Sera was aiming for a Geography teaching degree in university, she was doing pretty well too as she went into her second year. In essence she needed the computer for her research. It's sad really, if she knew where the logout. It's sad really, if she had arrived before the login succeeded she may have been able to close the game in time.
Therefore it's say to say, she arrived as the login succeeded and she was pulled into the apocalypse. Sera knew nothing about the world she would be in. Her race, fox-tail which explained the tail which kept knocking her off balance. She had long black hair and bosoms which were a little in the generous side. Her brother was such a little pervert. As she looked around after these first moments of being "in the game" she saw her health bar and other status widgets. Her name was Serke_ in this world. Suitable, her little brother was called Sean Robin Kennithson so she assumed it was a play on his own name, it was mere coincidence that it also suited her own.
She was scared, but desperate to get a grasp on her surroundings, if she knew what any of this stuff was she may have had a breakdown by now. Class: Swashbuckler, what even was that? A pirate? Would she have to shoot things with cannons? No, she looked at her attire and she certainly wasn't dressed for pirating. At her hip were two swords, one thin - even Sera could tell it was a rapier - and the other a broadsword, thick and long. Certainly no flintlocks.
As the days passed by she learns the basics of Elder Tale. She learned of her subclass - the geographer- and how it was used for cartography. She learned how important finesse was with the swashbuckler class and how her abilities were all over the place because of her race. She listened to news when it came in. Apparently you could yell out a skills name and it would activate, like a cartoon from back home. She never tried this theory however, she feared going into the field too much. Instead she chose she stay with the guild her brother was part of - Silverfall - they were nice enough and answered her questions. Now she just had to wait until she could go back home.
Personality and quirks:
Sera knows nothing. Well, that's an overstatement. She knows nothing about Elder Tale. This make her particularly annoying to some as she has to question most things in order to understand what people are on about. Other that her cluelessness she's demanding and passionate. She took it upon herself to help with silver falls accounting. This was mostly because it meant she went into the field less and it made her feel a whole lot better.
Of course she's scared of what's outside the safe zone - she's level ninety but understands nothing, her skills seem a bit over the place, some from different classes than what she was assigned. Although Sera likes to think that she would be fierce if she ever understood how the world worked that hadn't fully happened yet.
Stats:
HP: 4
MP: 6
STR: 4
DEX: 4
Physical DEF: 3
Magic DEF: 4
INT: 4
WIL: 4
AGI: 5
Spells/Skills list
Original skills:
<X-Cross>
A Swashbuckler will cut in an X-like slash, dealing moderate damage and causing an enemy to bleed for a low amount.
0.3 second cast time, 8 second cooldown
<Wind Cutter>
A Swashbuckler will slice as fast as sound, causing a sonic boom to fly out, dealing moderate damage
1.2 second cast time, 12 second cooldown
<Razor Edge>
A Swashbuckler will smash their weapon into their foe, dealing low damage, but interrupts channels.
0.2 second cast time, 10 second cooldown.
<Blade Opera>
The user uses a seven piece combo, each blow dealing low-moderate damage.
2 second cast time, 12 second cooldown time
<Helix Slicer>
The user spins around multiple times causing low to moderate damage to enemies within three meters up to four times.
0.5 second cast time, 20 second cooldown
<Opening Gambit>
The user rushes at a foe, deflecting their weapons and stunning them for 1 second. During this time the user attacks rapidly with up to eight low damaging attacks. After this attack the user become nausea's for 1.5 seconds.
0.2 second cast time, 15 second cool down.
<End of Act>
An enemy with less than 5% HP is attacked with an inescapable flurry of hits killing or incapacitating them.
3 second cast time, 25 second cool down.
<Thrust joker>
The user has a 25% chance to feint attack, if a foe blocks or counters said attack then the user delivers a moderate damage blow slowing the enemy for 3 seconds.
Continuously drains mana 10 second cast time, 5 minute cool down when cancelled.
Passives:
<Fencers Stance {Passive}>
Users with this skill benefit from a 5% bonus to piercing damage.
<Sword Dance {Passive}>
Users with this skill benefit from a 5% bonus to attack speed.
Replaced Skills:
<Blink>
The user travels forwards 15 meters in the blink of an eye.
0.5 second cast time, 12 second cool down.
<Ice spear>
The user forms and throws an ice spear at the enemy dealing moderate magic damage
2 second cast time, 13 second cool down
<Wyvern Kick>
A powerful kick from above which deals heavy damage to a foe.
3.4 second cast time, 10 second cool down.
<Orion Delay Blow>
The user attacks an enemy with a powerful punch. However it takes five seconds to take effect.
3 second cast time, 14 second cool down.
<Anchor Howl>
The user lets out a defiant roar and is surrounded by green light. All enemies within a certain radius are forced to attack the user. If they ignore the call, they will trigger a powerful counterattack. This spell also increases defense of the user for a short duration. Lasts 5 seconds
1 second cast time, 30 second cool down
<Electrical Fuzz>
Electrical Fuzz is a magical attack that continuously deals a small amount of electrical damage to targets while the spell is in effect. The spell manifests as a small white orb that follows the target, illuminating it while emitting a buzzing noise.
1 second cast time, 15 second cool down
Subclass Skills:
<Cartography>
Allows the user to create maps of an area for the party to use.
<Meteorology>
Allows the user to foresee upcoming weather.
<Geology>
The user can easily identify various resources such as metals and precious gems.
<Geographical Equipment>
Allows the user to craft various geographical pieces of equipment such as Barometers or Klinometers. Before the Apocalypse these were for decoration however now they can be used for non-geographers to guess at weather conditions.
Equipment
Milfanitos Rapier:
A rapier which is said to sing as it hits it's foes. Many experts theorise thst the demon of song trapped the souls of enemies inside of the blade to add to its repertoire of voices. With these voices the demon would attract and trap even more unfortunate adventurers.
Dropped by the demon of song from the Amana quest line.
Increases Strength
Malus's longsword:
A longsword said to shimmer on a rainy day, reflecting the lost souls defeated by this blade in combat. It is said that it was forged by Malus before he was turned into the immobile colossus after his family was stolen from him on a rainy night, as his tears of rage fell into the embers so did his memories. This gave the blade some form of sentience with which as each foe fell part of their soul became trapped. Now it is said when it's raining the souls are able to escape, stunning foes in the process.
Dropped by the Immobile Colossus Malus during the Wanderers Shadow Saga.
Has a chance to stun enemies on a rainy day.
Loom-woven Raiment
A Raiment woven by an ancient Loom, some say that it contains essence of a living wood. Nothing is particularly special about it apart from its surprising toughness and durability.
Increases users physical defence
Mono's ribbon
Keeps hair away from the face if required otherwise does nothing much. It's all a lost adventurer had left to remind him of a lost love
Secret item from the Wanderers Shadow Saga. Received by helping a lost adventurer find his lovers grave. |
9,922 | 276 | 0 | 1,044 | 4,461 | Location; Saint Mary → The A=List Hall → On the stairs
Interacting With; The Squad(NPCs) → Anyone passing by the stairsThe campus was once again full of life on this Friday morning. Football season was in full effect on this glorious day and the town of Virginia Beach couldn't be more excited. The students have been in school for at least two weeks now and most were excited to be back while others wanted to transfer elsewhere. Luckily, there were no fights yet, no people caught kissing or doing whatever else they could. Saint Mary's campus was scattered with kids, the football was wearing their jersey's and excited as ever while the cheerleaders were wearing jersey's of their favorite player, or boyfriend and the band kids were wearing their band shirts. It was all a spectacle on campus around this time and people couldn't be happier as football was back at Saint Mary's.
She had driven up to the parking lot, where the A-List Hall was located at and went inside of her dorm room. Her room was outside enjoying the festivities of the day. There was going to be a small pep rally later on in the afternoon and she couldn't wait for it to begin. She had dressed herself in the quarterback's jersey, which was sort of cliche but he was indeed her favorite player, so far. While in her room, she had even gathered up her basket of cookies that she had baked in the culinary arts room prior to coming to her dorm. After making sure she was ready for the day, she walked out of her room and trekked her way through the hall and back outside, going towards the stairs, where her squad was waiting for her as they squealed when she approached.
"Got the cookies." She said while holding up the basket with a smile as the girls applauded their captain. She had directed them towards the stairs, where they stood, handing out cookies to almost everyone, unless their a C-Lister that past by while chatting. "Okay, girls. I need you all to be on the field tonight at 5:45 sharp. Got it?" She had basically commanded as they all nodded their heads. Meghan smiled while almost handing a cookie to a C-Lister. "Not for you. Keep walking." Meghan hissed lightly while fixing her face to smile again while continuing to hand out the cookies.
After they handed out and ran out of cookies, Meghan then directed them to the gymnasium to practice cheers and stunts for the pep rally assembly later on. She was proud of her squad this year and she was proud of ruling the halls of Saint Mary's. Today was more of a relax day for the students so there were no classes - At all. of course, the geeks and nerds were in their rooms studying in case of a pop quiz come Monday morning but others were either getting ready for the game tonight or ready for the underground party.
- & -
Location; A-List Hall → Parking Lot
Interacting With; No oneRicky had walked out of someone else's room, a female of course as he sneaked out and made to the boy's hall just in time. He had made it back into his room and went into the bathroom, showered and got dressed in a blue polo shirt, khaki polo pants and his blue polo shoes. He ran his fingers through his hair and got it in line as he walked over and sat down at his desk, getting on his laptop.
Today was the first annual jamboree game against their cross town rival, the Trinity Academy Eagles. Football, or any sporting events wasn't exactly Ricky's forte and today wasn't going to be any different. Ricky had made a flyer for an underground party, hosted by him, tonight as the football game was going to be happening. It was the perfect idea in his mind but of course, there might be consequences for this and he was ready for anything.
After printing out a few flyers, he grabbed them and rushed out of the room, walking through the halls and throwing some flyers up in the air. He came up with a fake name and a fake address to put on the flyer but he did send out multiple messages through social media to people he knew would come to his party rather than some football game, which was boring. Ricky continued to throw the flyers around like they were nothing but was caught by the Headmistress.
"A party, eh?" She said. "Yeah, hope to see you there. Wear something nice." Ricky said with a wink and licked his lips as she gasped at his words and watched as he walked on by her. She'd have to deal with him later. Ricky went by the gymnasium, where the cheerleaders were practicing and admired their bodies for a brief moment while continuing on walking to the parking lot. There, he'd sit onto the trunk of his 2016 GT Mustang Convertible and wait until the pep rally, which was a mandatory attendance.
Bullshit right.
- & -
Location; B-List Hallway → The Choir Room
Interacting With; Max via text -"I get what you are saying but I don't think Sugar by Maroon 5 is a great song to get people pep." He told the co-captain of the Glee Club then shook his head and hands. "Look, don't worry just find a pep song for the pep rally." Holden turned heel and rubbed his forehead with his forefingers while quickly turning around and shouting. "And not that Mickey song from Bring It On!" He had hoped his co-captain heard him as Holden walked down the hall, singing lyrics softly to himself.
Holden had waltzed around the B-List hall for a moment before going outside and walking a little bit across campus over towards the choir room, where the members of the Glee Club was there waiting. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, our beloved co-captain, Thomas, is finding us a song to sing for later on this afternoon. Meanwhile, why don't we just warm up our voices with a few scales, yes?" They nodded in agreement as he took out his cell phone and shot a text to Max.
To: Max
I hope you are up and enjoying the pregame festivities today. :) Want to meet before the pep rally?
After sending the text, Holden sat his phone down on the piano and played a few scales as his team sung along with him. | ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ONLY!
{"Today you are you
That is truer than true
There is no one alive
Who is youer than you."} -Dr. Seuss
| Full Name |
Meghan Alexandria Chi.
| Nickname |
Of course, she likes to be called Meg because it’s a shorter version of her first name but she’ll also accept Alexa, deriving from her middle name – If she gave you that privilege of knowing it.
| Birthday |
November 25th.
| Age |
17.
| Gender |
Female.
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual.
| Relationship Status |
Single. (Up for discussion.)
| Classification |
Senior.
| Social Tier |
A-list.
| Role |
Royal – The Queen Bee.
| In Depth Appearance |
Meghan’s trend is definitely girly girl and materialistic. In her closet, you’ll find the latest fashion wear along with heels or flats and purses to match every single outfit. She never wears anything twice unless she really has to. She is of Korean descent and her face along with her skin complexion shows it. She has long, thick and raven colored locks of hair that cascade down to the middle of her back. She has chestnut brown colored eyes. Meghan has an olive tint to her skin and even though being on the beach almost constantly, it seems like she doesn’t tan, at all. She is a very tiny female, only standing about five foot six and weighing one-hundred and five pounds. She has a very petite frame along with an athletic built to her body. Meghan has a tattoo on her ankle of a heart with devil horns popping out of it; she even has one on her wrist of her birthday in Roman numeral format. She only has her two earlobes pierced along with one industrial piercing in her left ear.
| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
Constantly applying lip gloss to her lips – At least every hour or so.
In awkward silence or any silence at all, she hums and sways to the side.
Speaks fluent Korean when she’s upset.
Rarely carries around change.
| Likes |
☑Social Media☑
☑Milkshakes☑
☑Singing & Dancing☑
☑Romantic Gestures☑
☑Cooking & Baking☑
☑Kissing, Hugging & Cuddling☑
☑Watching Sports☑
☑Video Games☑
| Dislikes |
☒Competition – Even though she is a cheerleader☒
☒Guys that can’t take a hint☒
☒Being called Porcelain Doll☒
☒Heavy scents – Perfumes or Cologne☒
☒Dark Chocolate☒
☒Meaningless Conversations☒
☒Gory & Horror Movies☒
| Hobbies |
♥Coming up with new cheers and routines♥
♥Archery & Martial Arts♥
♥Photography♥
| Secrets |
Lost her virginity at 14 years of age even though she still portrays that she is a virgin
Her father paid for her to be Head Cheerleader
| Fears |
☠Meghan has an awkward fear of being rejected. She is also afraid of heights despite being a flyer for the cheerleading squad. She also has a fear of any kind of abuse.☠
| Personality Traits |
Ambitious → Adventurous → Blunt → Very Straightforward → Clever → Manipulative
| Personality |
Mehgan is a very intelligent person and always looking for the good inside of everyone. She has been known to seek out the good person that she knows that everyone can be. Meghan's mind is always churning with ideas, whether creative or downright random. She never seizes to an opportunity to share or write down her ideas. She is also a very adventurous person, always studying for new places to see and new things to do. As the old saying goes, Meghan will try anything at least once - No matter what it is.
But of course, like every other human being, she does have her flaws, too. Though she may be emotional, at times, Meghan is very direct and straightforward, not one to hold her tongue for anybody. She may seem cute and cuddly but she doesn't hold back her words. Overall, Meghan is a great person to be around and she likes meeting new people and making new friends. She is very approachable, well sometimes and will always welcome someone with a smile until she knows their purpose or worth.
| Place of Origin |
Seoul, Korea.
| History |
Growing up in South Korea was a great thing, especially when you lived in the capitol city of the country. Meghan was born on a clear, sunny day or at least that's what her parents always told her but she believes it since she is full of sunshine. Her and her parents lived in Seoul up until Meghan was four years of age then they flew to America to New York because her father got a big promotion within his politician status. She went to Manhattan Magnet Elementary, where they taught you the arts of almost everything. She became a very cultured child and wanted to live more and more so she took afternoon sessions so that she could. Meghan excelled through her elementary years with top grades, beating out some of her classmates grades combined. People were a little jealous of her but she didn't let them get to her.
Despite this, her and her parents found another location to settle themselves at. Virginia Beach was the next stop for and hopefully the last as she attended Hampton Middle School, where she joined choir and the cheerleading squad. She adored both aspects of the curricular activities but it seemed like cheerleading appealed more to her because of her tiny, petite frame. As her middle school years went by, she had made many friends and rose to the ranks rather quickly, making her somewhat mini queen bee when she went to the eighth grade. She ruled the Hampton halls with an iron fist and no one dared to get in her way, though if they did, she would make sure that they would regret it.
Upon graduating Hampton Middle School, her parents presented her with a brochure to a school just a few miles down from their home. Saint Mary’s Academy is what it was called. She read through the brochure and smirked slightly as she could join the cheerleading team there and become captain, or at least she thought. Her freshman through junior year wasn’t what she had exactly planned. She was a cheerleader still, yes but she also had to take back up singing to join the choir again. Even though, she rarely participates in it.
She is now on her Senior year at the academy and is captain of the cheerleading squad, thanks to her father’s generosity. She is also considered to be the Queen Bee among the royals, a title which she has had in the past and doesn’t mind holding again. Meghan is rather looking forward to a great year this year as she hopes the football team will make it to the championship again this year, too.
| Miscellaneous |
Game of Thrones, Glee! And so many more to name.
{"It’s not very often that something good happens to me."} -Ricardo
| Full Name |
Ricardo Esteban Hernandez.
| Nickname |
If you call him Ricardo, he’ll more than likely knock your teeth down your throat. The only thing he’ll accept from people is Rick or Ricky.
| Birthday |
August 22nd.
| Age |
17.
| Gender |
Male.
| Sexuality |
Bisexual.
| Relationship Status |
Single. He doesn’t do romance or relationships though he’ll hookup anytime.
| Classification |
Junior.
| Social Tier |
A-list.
| Role |
Prep.
| In Depth Appearance |
Rick is half Dominican, half Mexican and half Caucasian, which would explain the tanned complexity of his skin tone. He stands about six foot one with a weight of one hundred and thirty-five pounds of muscle. Rick is a very slim male though has a few muscles to compliment his body well. He has raven colored locks of hair, which he likes to slick back and has it primped and trimmed to perfection. Rick’s eyes are a hazelnut color. When it comes to his fashion, he likes to wear buttoned up collar shirts, Ralph Lauren preferred along with a pair of long slacks and a pair of polo shoes to match. He likes to be dressed well than any of the other guys at school and will sometimes change outfits in the middle of the day if someone is dressed better than him. Rick has no scars, tattoos or piercings.
| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
• Bites his bottom when he is being flirty
• Runs his fingers through his hair when thinking
• Always starts his day with a brief exercise period
| Likes |
☑ Kissing & Sex ☑
☑ Social Gatherings ☑
☑ Being Popular ☑
☑ Surfing & Swimming ☑
☑ Horror Movies ☑
☑ Ice Cream ☑
| Dislikes |
☒ Being Touched by a C-Lister ☒
☒ Cuddling ☒
☒ Being bored ☒
☒ Sporting Events ☒
☒ Over preppy people ☒
| Hobbies |
♥ Video Games – Call of Duty, Assassin’s Creed. Basically anything that deals with killing or shooting ♥
♥ Creative Writing ♥
| Secrets |
Was sexually abused by his mother.
Feels like he has never been loved.
| Fears |
☠Ricky is awfully afraid of committing to someone.
☠Was adopted into a wealthy family. Isn’t really a Prep.
| Personality Traits |
Loyal → Emotional → Risk Taker → Flirty → Observant
| Personality |
Ricky is the one guy your parents probably told you to stay away from and if they didn’t tell you then they should’ve. He is a very observant fellow, always watching people moves and knowing their motives before they even approach him. He has become observant over the years due to people lying to him and breaking his heart, which usually upsets him. If Ricky is not speaking or seems out of the norm then he is very emotional. He doesn’t like this side of himself but when events happen in your life, things seem to get that way.
Although, he is emotional at times, he doesn’t hesitate to take risks. He is very daring and bold when it comes to almost anything. Flirting is something that Ricky is good at, especially when he flashes that charming smile your way. He loves to flirt with girls and guys and sometimes it leads to something else(like sex) but he only likes to flirt for fun and see what will happen as they flirtation progresses.
| Place of Origin |
Birmingham, Alabama.
| History |
The beginning of Ricky’s life isn’t all of that exciting but once he turned seven years of age, that was when his forever changed. After being abused by his mother and his father just basically disowning him, he was taken away from them and put in the system, which he had no problem with. Ricky was bounced from foster home to foster home due to him getting into fights and having everything basically blamed on him. It was ridiculous. It wasn’t until he was ten years of age that he was adopted into a very wealthy family from Virginia, who was passing through Alabama from their vacation in Florida. Ricky was excited and the family basically reformed him into being one of them.
As he was getting into his teenage years, of course, he was a little bit rebellious and not listening to his parents, even ran away for a few days until the police found him out in an alleyway. They brought him back him and he was definitely punished for his actions, never seeing the outside world again except for going to school and his extracurricular activities. His parents thought that he needed more discipline so they sent him to a boarding school but it wasn’t an ordinary boarding school. He basically ran the place with an iron fist in his first year, or so it had seemed.
He quickly rose up the ranks there at school within the Royal community. He was called Prep a lot by his peers so he just sort of went with it. He is now in his Junior year at the school and hopes to make it this year. Though, he hates how the football team is praised and basically can go around the school and do anything. This year might be a little different though.
| Miscellaneous |
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
{"Music keeps everything alive. Trust me."} -Holden
| Full Name |
Holden Tyler Montgomery.
| Nickname |
Holden doesn’t really like to have nicknames thrown his way. It’s either you call him Holden or nothing at all.
| Birthday |
September 11.
| Age |
17.
| Gender |
Male.
| Sexuality |
Homosexual.
| Relationship Status |
Recently single.
| Classification |
Senior.
| Social Tier |
B-list.
| Role |
Thespian.
| In Depth Appearance |
Holden is kind of short for his age. He stands about five foot seven and weighs about one-hundred and twenty pounds. Holden has a thick tone to his body though have a few muscles on his upper body area. He has muddy brown eyes, too. He has a sun kissed skin complexion due to him always being on the beach and outside. Holden doesn’t have any scars, tattoos or even piercings. He has thought about getting a tattoo but gets nervous and flakes out every single time. His wardrobe is color coordinated with his clothes, pants and shoes. He wears vests with collar shirts and slacks – Might even wear a bow tie here or there. He only wears Moccasins as shoes, as well.
| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
• Mouths lyrics during silent moments even sways from side to side
• Drums his fingers across his knee from sitting down too long
• Always willing to listen to someone if they have a problem, or just needs to talk
• Is a perfectionist
| Likes |
☑Singing & Dancing☑
☑Intellectual Conversations☑
☑Being Gay☑
☑Tea & Coffee☑
☑Cuddle Sessions☑
☑Reading & Writing☑
| Dislikes |
☒Homophobes☒
☒Losing his voice☒
☒Waking up late & Being late☒
☒Severe Thunderstorms☒
☒Bullies & Negative people☒
☒Reality TV☒
| Hobbies |
♥Writing lyrics♥
♥Photography♥
♥Coming up with new dance moves and ideas♥
| Secrets |
Transferred schools because he was being bullied though he tells people that he needed a change in scenery.
Is a virgin though portrays that he is not.
| Fears |
☠ Claustrophobia
☠Darkness
| Personality Traits |
Intelligent → Understanding → Responsible → Blunt → Cunning → Flirty
| Personality |
Holden is a person that most people would befriend due to his intellectual and understanding nature but others tend to stir away from due to his blunt and cunning ways. Holden has always been the intelligent one in his family and people have looked up to him because of that fact. Not to say that his parents and siblings are not intelligent but Holden just picks up on things a lot faster than them and sometimes they get mad but he doesn't really care. He is also very clever and is a quick thinker when it comes to almost anything. Holden is an understanding type of person and no matter whom you are or what problem big or small that you have, he will listen. He doesn't just listen and understands people's problems but he also understands their ideas as well. He will give great and detail communication towards the person he is advising and hope that they take his advice and use it to their advantage.
Being responsible is something that Holden had to learn from personal experience. He used to be very irresponsible growing up but one slip up made that change into his life. Holden use to be very rebellious and irresponsible towards his parents so they showed him what happens to kids like him. They packed all of his things and sat them all outside on the porch with a military school brochure on top of his luggage and a note about which flight to take and where his destination was. Holden soon changed his way after that and noticed that his parents weren’t playing. He became more responsible around the house and even helped them out with the chores and house work. People were much more in love with the new Holden and respected the person that he had become.
Holden's words can be either helpful or harmful towards others. If they are harmful, that's because he is very blunt and intends not to hurt anyone's feelings. He tries his best not to be brutally blunt but sometimes, it doesn't work out the way he wants it too. Holden will apologize as long as the other person doesn't flip him off or get mad and go on a rage fit towards him. He is also very cunning and is able to get himself and others out of almost any sticky situation. His words are very persuasive that even he believes half of the cunning schemes that he has been into. One last trait that Holden has is being very flirty towards guys and will sometimes take it too far. He does flirt with girls, too but just for fun
Overall, due to his changed nature, Holden is someone that people tend to hang around with even if it's just for advice or just to go out and have a good, responsible evening on the town. He loves having friends around him and don't know what he would do without the friends that he has now.
| Place of Origin |
Raleigh, North Carolina.
| History |
Growing up, Holden always had a passion for the arts. He remembers watching his first musical and looked at his parents and pointed to the television screen saying that's what he wanted to do. His mother smiled and gleamed with excitement while his father protested. Holden went with his mother and signed him up for vocal and dance lessons. It took him awhile to get use to the arts of singing but dancing, he sort of picked up right away. Once his skills got perfected, his mother signed him up for competitions, most of which he won while the others, he placed in the top five. Holden has many trophies from his competitions and even has a display case that displays his accomplishments.
As Holden started middle school, he joined the choir and band. People saw how skilled he was and instantly became his friend. One girl even asked to be his girlfriend but he told her that he was not attracted to females. Of course, Holden always knew that he was gay since elementary school and just felt much more comfortable that way. He came out to his parents in the eighth grade and they were proud of him since he was finally accepting who he was and wanted to share it with them. As soon as he graduated middle school, his parents insisted that instead of a regular school that he attends a performing arts type of school.
He did so and was immediately accepted after they reviewed over his audition tape and resume. He made many friends there and even had his first boyfriend there, whose name was Scott. He and Scott were seemingly inseparable but of course, every relationship must end its course. Holden told Scott that he was transferring schools and it kind of devastated him. Scott immediately ended things right then and there while not wanting anything else to do with Holden. It was a sad day when they broke up but Tyler knows that good things must come to an end.
Since transferring to Saint Mary’s, Holden has been pretty much to himself and reading people to see who he can befriend and who he cannot. He loves what Laurel has to offer so far and hopes that this coming up semester and the change in venture will be better for him
| Miscellaneous |
F.R.I.E.N.D.S & Big Bang Theory. |
9,923 | 276 | 1 | 458 | 10 | James Russel Haynes
Location:Field House
Interacting with:The team and Alexander
Russ looked around the locker room. It almost had a festive feel to it. Someone had brought a Bluetooth speaker and were playing hip-hop and rap music. This was what the team listened to pump themselves up. Not some lame soundtrack that the glee club thought they would like. Russ was wearing his jersey. He loved wearing it on game day. Everyone already knew he was on the team, but it was a symbol of his status. Russ liked to think there was more to him than just football, but on game day he was focused. His head was in the game and the only way he was going to do well was if he got into his zone early. The game might be in a few hours but the pre-game was just as important as what happened on the field. He looked around at the group of guys in the room. Coach wasn't in there with them at the moment so everyone was relaxed. They still had the pep rally to go before the atmosphere had to change.
Suddenly, someone punched Russ on his shoulder. It was Alexander. Alexander was his roommate, the quarterback, and the captain. He was also the person Russ felt closest to. "Lighten up dude. No reason to start getting ready this early. You'll wind yourself up too tight and then you won't be able to run. And we need you tonight. Try and have some fun!" Russ turned to him and smiled. "Don't hit me again or I won't block for you on any of the pass plays tonight. We'll see if you're still smiling when you're flat on your back." Russ smiled at Alexander. Russ knew he was trying to just motivate him and Alex knew Russ would never do anything to jeopardize the game. Even though Russ transferred in, he and Alex had become fast friends. There was little that Russ did that Alex wasn't right there next to him.
Russ went around to other teammates and joked around with them. He was basically killing time until the coaches came to fetch them and lead them into the gym where the pep rally was at. They were playing their rivals tonight. They were also the only competition in their conference. If they could win tonight, it would set them up to be conferene champs which would keep them a good seed come playoff time. They were good enough that going to playoffs wasn't a question. It was a matter of if they would go undefeated or not. Russ tried not to let the nerves get to him. He had played in big games before. This was no different. The nerves kept him sharp. Alex was right though. If he let himself start to shut everyone and focus on the game this early then he would be too tense when it was time for the game.
Russ shook his head and rolled his shoulders. He knew why he was nervous. Football was easy and he was confident that they were the better team. He knew that they would win. He was nervous about who was watching. He didn't resent Alex at all. In fact, no one would ever see him if Alex was no good. What he really wanted was that Meghan was wearing his jersey instead of Alex's. It was petty and he wouldn't let it affect his game. But for some reason it was still on his mind. His usual smile had disappeared earlier that day when he saw that she was wearing Alex's number instead of his. Sure he had his admirers, but she was the one that had caught his eye. And he thought he had caught hers these first few weeks, but he guessed wrong it seemed.
Alex walked over to where Russ was sitting. "You're doing it again. Cut it out. Come over here with us." Russ got up and joined Alex and the offensive line in a corner of the locker room. They were engaged in typical locker room talk. Russ smiled and joined in. His two favorite topics: football and girls. They sat and passed the time until the pep rally. | James Russel Haynes
{""We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way" "} -General George S. Patton
| Full Name |
James Russel Haynes
| Nickname |
Russ. Just a shortening of his middle name. This is the name he prefers to go by.
| Birthday |
March 16th
| Age |
16
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Relationship Status |
Single
| Classification |
Junior
| Social Tier |
A
| Role |
Jock
| In Depth Appearance |
Russ has an muscular build. He is constantly working out and in the gym. He weighs near 175 pounds. He has light brown hair with a few blond hairs here and there that have been bleached naturally by the sun. He styles his hair most mornings. It is rare to see him with his hair in its natural state, flat against his scalp. He stands at 6'1". His eyes are green with flecks of gold in them. He has scars criss-crossing his chest and back that he tries to hide with long sleeve flannels in the winter and crew cut t-shirts in the summer. He wears blue jeans or athletic shorts. Russ has very little going on in the style department and often wears whatever he lays his hands on first in the morning. He could dress better but just doesn't know how.
| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
-He runs his fingers over his scars when he's daydreaming, but since not many people know about them it looks as though he's awkwardly rubbing his chest.
-A growing drug addiction. He'll take just about anything that is offered to him just to say he's done it once.
-He doesn't notice it but his left hand shakes slightly whenever he gets excited.
| Likes |
-Country Music
-Cowboy Hats/Boots
-Social Drinking
-Making People Smile
-Sports in General
-Really corny jokes
-Drugs, specifically prescription pills
-Girls, a little too much
| Dislikes |
-People who hate the "South"
-Any "sport" without a ball
-Being called "James"
-People who seem to always be in a bad mood
-Vanity
-Overweight People
-Any coffee that isn't black
| Hobbies |
-Working Out
-Cooking
-Riding horses
-Camping
| Secrets |
-His scars are from when his dad whipped him once when he was younger
-His family is very "religious" and very racist
| Fears |
-Letting anyone see his scars.
-Open water. Anything larger than a pond.
| Personality Traits |
Friendly, outgoing, low self-esteem, people pleaser, honest, narrow-minded
| Personality |
Russ is pretty easy going. Russ tries to live by the Will Rogers quote "I never met a man I didn't like". While he falls short of this often, especially on the football field, he tries to see the best in everyone. This is probably why it's very easy to get him to do what you want. He worries about what people think of him so much that he will do almost anything to get on someone's good side. He cannot stand the thought of someone not liking him. If they do it becomes his obsession to figure out why and try and get them to be his friend.
Russ has a religious background and he still holds on to a few tenets of his faith. One being to never lie. Russ may tell half truths or omit things, but if asked directly it is nearly impossible for him to tell a lie. Tying into that, because of the culture where he was raised he isn't keen on people who are different. He'll be pleasant to people who don't fit his mold of "normal", but they'll never truly be what he would consider a friend.
| Place of Origin |
Dallas, Texas
| History |
Russ was born and raised in Dallas, Texas. His parents always told him that they carried around a tub of dirt when they traveled right before he was born so that if he came early he could be born on Texas soil. His father owned a cattle company and his mother enjoyed taking sleeping pills. They were around and his mind they raised him relatively well. They would go to church on Christmas and Easter and any other time they felt like it. He was taught what hard work was and spent most of his summers on some ranch here or there in Texas learning how to be a true cattleman. At least that's what his dad called it. It really was an excuse to ship him away for the summer so his parents could do whatever it was they did while he was gone.
Russ was raised mostly by the men he met during those summers. They're the ones who taught him to be honest, respectful, and to recognize a power higher than himself. Of course they're also the ones who taught him to drink, to swear, and how to throw a punch. All around Russ would say his childhood was happy, if not a little confusing with all the 'do as I say and not as I do' examples from all the adults in his life. That's probably why he never was or claimed to be very religious even though everyone around him did.
School was easy for Russ. He went to a Texas high school freshmen year and played football. Not only did he play football but he excelled at running back. And in Texas, if you're good at football you don't really have to be good at anything else. So while he went to class he didn't really learn much while he was there. He was built for sports and that's what he focused on the most. Everything else came second as far as he concerned. Throughout school Russ enjoyed being the center of attention. He didn't mind if the focus shifted off him as long as it shifted back to him as much as he thought it should.
One day that year Russ brought his best friend home for dinner. He had been to his house several times and decided it was time to have him over. His father came home and stopped dead in his tracks. He took Russ aside and whispered angrily in his ear that his friend had to leave. After his friend had left, Russ' father took him out in the barn and screamed at Russ. He couldn't believe that he had raised a son who loved blacks. His father then proceeded to grab a whip off the rack of the equipment and whip Russ. He said if Russ liked them so much then he should be treated like them.
After that Russ transferred to St. Mary's Academy for his sophmore year. Now he is returning for his second year at the school glad that he is away from home.
| Miscellaneous |
House of Cards is what I imagine politics is like/turning into.
James Ruseel Haynes
{""We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way""}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies
{♥} Maghan Chi {♥}
"Wonder what Dad would do to me if I brought her home?"
-Russ and Meghan flirt with each other here and there. They're both A-listers and compliment each other well. They are definitely a little bit more than friends.
{☠} Holden Tyler Montgomery {☠}
"Seriously, fuck that guy. And no, not like that!"
-Russ and Holden do not get along. Russ thinks he's a liar because how he seems to be able to talk his way out of any conflict. Also, Russ thinks Holden is a bit rude because he just says what he thinks about you. All the time. And to top it all off, Holden flirted with Russ a few times and Russ did not take too kindly to it.
{☮} Ricardo Esteban Hernandez {☮}
"I guess he's alright. I don't have a good reason to not like him."
-Ricky is so different from the type of people Russ grew up around in Texas. They are friends, but Russ holds back from him. Russ faces all the prejudices that his family holds in his relationship with Ricky. He's not competely straight. He's not white. And he doesn't seem to like football. For Russ, this relationship is going to be about choosing to be his own person or adopt the prejudices his family harbors.
{☮} Blake Ryder {☮}
"Bless her heart. She just needs a friend. That's all."
-Russ and Blake use to be really close before she went through her break-up. Now they are kind of distant. Russ wants to repair the relationship, but Blake avoids him or keeps every conversation very superficial.
{☮} Aster Kyle Evidor Wisteri {☮}
"He's just doing what he thinks is right. I can respect someone who stands for what they believe in."
Russ and Aster are friends of sorts. They are both A-listers but Russ keeps all of illicit activities from Aster. When they are around each other they get along just fine. Russ just can't let Aster see that part of his life.
{☮} Roza Fey Kain {☮}
"You never forget your first female dealer."
Roza and Russ are friends solely because she sells him what he needs. Sometimes it takes a bit to get what he wants, but so far she has followed through every time. If Russ is going to a party he always makes sure Roza get the invite. Never know when you're going to need a fix.
{⚜} Alvrentasia Cruela Devine {⚜}
"Well, she's a odd one isn't she?"
-She and Russ don't really know each other. If he saw her he would know that they attended the same school but past that, not much else to say.
{⚜} Maximus Cirius Santos {⚜}
"He's a good guy. I'd grab a beer with him."
-Russ and Max aren't particularly close, but they click when they have hung out on a few occasions. They could be friends if they got to know each other a bit more.
{⚜} Anson Bairu Oxford {⚜}
"I just don't get why he's not on the football team. He could be great."
-Russ and Anson haven't ever had a real conversation. He knows that he likes martial arts and feels like that aggression would be better focused on the football field.
{⚜} Sarah Patrice Day-Reynolds {⚜}
"Well, we have one thing in common. We both chase skirts."
-Russ is very interested in girls and once he found out Sarah was too he stopped putting as much effort into the relationship. They know each other because of being in the A tier, but they haven't spoken or hung out at all recently.
{☯} Margaret Azaduhi Darbinyan {☯}
"Who?"
-She's a freshmen so she and Russ haven't interacted yet. |
9,924 | 276 | 2 | 2,065 | 3,584 | Location:-: B-list dorm rooms -> Band room
Interacting with:-: No one. Because fuck 'em.
Throwing a pill into her mouth, she looks down at the little container. Benzodiazepines. Sheesh, the name made it sound so damn intimidating. Her doctor had already told her “Only 4 to 5 a week. No more than that Alvrentasia. You know what happened last time.” With that thought in mind, Alvrentasia throws another into her mouth and swallows. She places the container into her small pouch which she carried around 24/7. It would be a bother if someone found the thing. It looks like straight up drugs. Well, not that Aster hadn't found out. Ugh. But whatever, him lecturing her wasn't too bad until he had a... blind moment or whatever. It made her feel worried but it would probably be better if she didn't involve herself in his shit. He had baggage. Any goody two shoes like that did. And she wasn't up for that on the day that she witnessed whatever happened.
On this day, Alvrentasia had on a white button up blouse along with a smooth caramel shade skirt that was just the right length. Not too long and definitely not too short. Her shoes were a pair of simple white flats that gave her feet much comfort and another plus, she could run in them. An outfit that screamed nerd but a face that said otherwise. Applying a bit of mascara and eyeliner, Alvrentasia had her dark red lip tint to finish up the look. A simple makeup that wasn’t too much.
She saw other students around the school once she pulled up in her car, of course. Did I not get here early enough? I guess not. She didn’t hate people or anything. Some people thought that when they were told off for speaking to her at times. Alvrentasia just hates all of the noise that they produce. Especially gossiping. She liked to save her skin from the corrosive acids from the mouths of toxic people. The entire walk, she had shown no expression and she didn't acknowledge anyone around her at the time and simply passed on by them. In Alvrentasia's hands, she held her violin case in one hand and her black bag around her shoulder. A Stentor violin. In her eyes, it was just a beaut. The elegant aura that it emitted even if it was in her Bam France 2002XL Contoured Hightech Black Carbon-Look 4/4 Violin Case. The sexy velvet interior as well as that sharp interior. The case itself already cost Alvrentasia around $578 for it but oh well. Her and her damn vio-sexualness.
Once she got inside the building, she headed over to the band room which was empty due to the fact that there was no band today. She satisfyingly sighed, setting down her violin case on a chair near the middle. The exit door was cracked open a tiny bit because of the fact that she hadn't made sure to close it and the entrance door was properly closed. She opened her violin case and carefully took out her violin, placing it onto her left shoulder. Next, she took out her bow and strikes the first cord gracefully, beginning to play. It was days like these when she could just begin to play the violin early in the morning that made her feel calm. Her eyes closed as she drifted into her own universe. If someone barged into the room at times like these, she'd usually not notice. That was the extent of which she blocked her surroundings out. It was a great day for her as of now. She wouldn't be going to the football thing and instead she could just relax and play on her violin. Either that, or get drunk. Well, either way. | {"Anger, jealousy, bitterness, tiredness, hope, lust, love. It's everywhere."} -Effy Stonem
¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪
| Alvrentasia Cruela Devine |
| Nickname |
Alvri::
Middle school and she only had one friend. One friend who typically never spoke to anyone but Alvrentasia. She said that her name was too long so she decided on Alvri to shorten it up. Alvrentasia didn’t mind and she actually was fond of her. However, she might not like it if someone calls her that when she barely knows or doesn't like said person.
| Birthday |
November 9th
| Age |
17
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Go ahead and make up your own guess.
| Relationship Status |
Single. Love or simple dating games? Do I look like that’s on my mind?
| Classification |
Senior
| Social Tier |
B-list
| Role |
Artist/Musician
| In Depth Appearance |
Alvrentasia is a natural beauty with elegance that rarely ever wears a bunch of makeup. The only makeup that she applies is generally a small amount of black eyeliner, mascara, and a dark red lip tint. Symmetrical face and a smile that is sometimes so fake that it hurts. But she usually just doesn't smile in general. A cute smile if she smiles genuinely though. Her body is slim but visibly muscular along with her 38C cup breasts. Most of her appearance was inherited from her mother. Her slim face and the dark blue eyes are from her father. From her mother she got her thin lips, dark brown hair, and tousled wavy hair that she doesn’t have to do much to everyday. The only time she actually bothers to do something with her hair is when she is meeting with her parents. Her clothing style is proper most of the times. At least, at school it is. She usually wears blouses along with black skirts. Her style isn’t unfashionable or anything. It’s mature and she doesn’t wear things that exposes her breasts. Desperate for attention she is not. She likes her simple style that keeps her in the background, Her height is 5’8” so it’s a bit taller than average. If you happen to see her out and about, you can see that her style is different. She wears combat boots, black, black, and more black. That's why she tries to not be seen outside of the Academy but if she is, oh well.
“I’m a sweet and innocent angel. Can’t you tell?”
| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
☩ Picking at the skin behind her nails whenever she is nervous and sometimes just because
☩ Biting her lip when she is irritated
☩ Talking under her breath
☩ Presses on her temples when she feels like puking
☩ Ignoring people when she is drawing
☩ Cracking her knuckles when she is impatient
| Likes |
❥ Her violin
❥ Drawing
❥ Kids
❥ Her parents
❥ Being organized
❥ Smoking
❥ Sweets
❥ Money
❥ Boxing
❥ Skating
❥ Reading
❥ People that know what they want in life
❥ Geeks because they are obsessed with a specific thing and are committed to it.
❥ Having classical music playing in the background while she studies
❥ Learning/studying
❥ The number 8.
❥ Even numbers.
❥ Beer and drinking in general
❥ Being underwater/swimming
| Dislikes |
✘ Involving herself in others affairs
✘ Romantic movies
✘ Public restrooms
✘ People tying to change or fix her
✘ Getting hit on in general
✘ People pitying her for whatever reason
✘ Having a bunch of people around her
✘ Loud noises
✘ Anyone bothering her when she is playing her violin or drawing
✘ Remembering when her father got violent
✘ People asking her “what’s wrong”
| Hobbies |
♬ Playing the violin
♬ Drawing
♬ Studying/Doing homework
♬ Reading
"I'm a bad person. You can't change me so why don't you stop trying?"
| Secrets |
-- Often takes pills to get through the days. Typical depression pills that are quite strong and weren’t exactly prescribed by a doctor.
-- Nice. Alvrentasia isn't trying to put it out there that she actually has a heart. She can be nice at times but please refrain from calling her a "good" person.
-- A bit traumatized from when her father got violent. The abuse is a secret.
-- Likes stuffed animals and cute things in general.
- The fact that she volunteers at a child hospital because she it not trying to let that be known.
-- A virgin. This isn't really a secret but no one really knows and she doesn't advertise it. She has no interest in getting involved in extra things like that at the time.
-- Has a depression disorder as well as anxiety
| Fears |
⚠ Having people actually act like they care about her and her falling for it
⚠ Failing expectations
⚠ Actually Trusting someone
⚠ Falling in love
⚠ Stone cold truth
⚠ Dying before her parents do or get to see her become successful
⚠ Bright rooms with no door in sight
| Personality Traits |
✤Quiet ✤Irritable ✤Stubborn ✤Trust issues ✤Sarcastic at times ✤Loyal ✤Astute ✤Kind when she feels like being kind ✤ Proper ✤ Determined ✤Serious ✤Actually quite considerate
| Personality |
Alvrentasia is a woman that knows what she wants and she doesn’t want anyone getting in the way of that. She wouldn’t usually go out of her way to stop a fight between immature teens that can’t control their anger. However, she doesn’t judge people. No, not really because she’s nice. It’s just that she doesn’t have the time to be talking about others when she has her own life goals. Not one to try and understand the reason that people go out of their way to talk about others badly while they honestly look like fools for even doing so. Children. That’s all they are. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t sweet if you actually get under that thick skin of hers. She comes off as judgmental, serious, and poised. Quite the opposite though. Well, not the serious part. Alvrentasia finds her goals in life to be the top priority and will do her utmost best not to allow anyone to falter the barrier she has up in front of her almost 24/7. The poised part is wrong and you will realize that if you spend enough time with her. She is composed at times but she is not self confident. But she won’t let that part of her shine through.
Time is money. A big believer of this famous line. She gets stressed out over studies easily and stressed in general. However, she also knows that she has to let loose sometimes. Some people think that she’d be a goody-goody but they can be proved to be quite wrong. A daredevil and a badass if I must say, Alvrentasia isn’t afraid of much. Heights? She’s gone skydiving. Sharks? Don’t go that deep into the ocean. Peer pressure? You can try to sell her drugs but all you’d get is a roll of the eyes. Spiders or snakes? Please. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. She won’t be backing down from something she committed to.
All in all, Alvrentasia looks like she is unaffected by practically everything. Not much people could say that they’ve seen her cry or smile genuinely because her smiles typically look fake. She doesn’t do crying and she doesn’t do talking about her feelings because what she feels is her own business and she finds no use in telling anyone about it. What could they do about it, anyways? So she minds her own business and will only get involved in bullying if someone is taking it too far. A sweet girl is what you’d be able to see if she gets used to you. And that probably won’t happen if you’ve only talked to her 5 times. She is nice in general to people she just meets because her mother taught her about manners.
The type of people Alvrentasia has a soft spot for are children, quiet people because you know, not annoying. Or maybe it’s because of a childhood friend that she had when she was younger. Quiet people are just so tolerable. It’s even better if they can handle “awkward” silences because she welcomes those. Nice people are fine but too nice is a different matter. When they’re nice to everyone and they come up to her looking for a new friend, that’s annoying. She sure as hell isn’t a charity case either. If she’s alone, that means that she probably wants to be alone. It’s not like she’s antisocial. She knows how to talk to people she just usually chooses not to. However, if she’s bored, maybe she’ll chat someone up. Unless she’s reading a book. Another type of person that she likes are geeks. Video game geeks, movie geeks, music geeks, etc. Geeks are a breath of fresh air for her and surprisingly, she actually listens to them. She'd be that person that would be listening to some outcast geek talk about their obsession while looking bored when she's actually not. They're just so... committed. Kids. People would think she'd hate them but nope, she loves em. They're so damn cute and full of innocence. The opposite of her.
A splash of the past
| Place of Origin |
Keswick, England
| History |
Some people think that Alvrentasia would be a spoiled, rich brat but they’re wrong. She didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in her mouth and she doesn’t need one in her life because she’s going to succeed no matter what. That said, she was pretty well off. Her parents had enough money to provide her with things that she needed along with extra. Not that she actually asked for anything other than her food and more books and textbooks though. Her mother was a lawyer and her father was a stay at home dad that loved alcohol. Needless to say, he was a decent father. A pretty good, decent father. He said good morning, made her breakfast, made her lunch, made her dinner, and let her try a cigarette when she was 13. It was a learning experience and she is a fan of cigs now. He may sound like a bad father but he was a sarcastic and funny guy who loved to do D.I.Y projects with or without Alvrentasia. He used to be a detective but then she came along and he decided to quit and stay home which he now probably regrets. Even with this, he was pretty strict and so was her mom. Her mom especially. She’s a tough chick that wanted, no, needs Alvrentasia to be successful. Some people think that her life goals is to be a violinist or perhaps an artist. No. Unrealistic. Her goal is to become a successful doctor. Is it because she wants to help people? Not really. It’s mostly so that she brings in the big bucks. Perhaps she’ll even become the owner of her own company but for now, she’s sticking to a doctor. Alvrentasia got into the Saint Marys academy as a scholar for her knowledge as well as her violin skills. Her mother was extremely proud of her as well as her father.
Alvrentasia’s parents fought often. So much that she wondered why the hell they were together. Marriage was supposed to be about love. At least, that was what her parents told her when she was 6 years old. They sometimes get so loud that the neighbors called the cops once because her father threw a vase which shattered into a bunch of pieces but Alvrentasia was not phased. She was used to their childish ways of letting out anger and her mother had only been hit once or twice when her father was a bit drunk. Other than that, a great family. When they fought, Alvrentasia just took out her violin and began playing. The violin is a big part of her life. It was something that she had received from her grandfather when she was 7 years old. Of course, she couldn’t do much with it since she was only 7 but she since then, she played and played until her fingers would get numb. She found it as a way to escape. For a while, her grandfather taught her how to play but that that only lasted until she was 10 years old because he then died. She didn’t cry at the funeral and she didn’t cry when she got home from the funeral. She just started playing the violin and that was when the tears started coming out. Probably the most she’s ever cried in her life.
Art came in a bit later. Her mother had done it when she was younger so she practically forced it onto Alvrentasia. Sure, it started off as a drag but soon, it became just… a way of her daily life. She went to art classes 2 times a week and drew whenever she got home. Typically she uses watercolor or a simply pencil when she is doing art. When she drew, Alvrentasia was completely immersed. Not as much as when she played the violin but almost. Flowers are nice to draw but most of her drawings are… depressing to say the least.
Middle school was just her reading 24/7 and cursing at people that came up to talk to her. Surprisingly, she never had a rebellious phase with her parents. Some people would say that she did in middle school but her parents don’t bother with her personal life enough to actually know about those details. She started drinking at age 15 and that was something that looked inevitable from the outside due to her alcoholic of a father. But she didn’t drink all of the time. Only when she was bored. Other times she could either be found drawing, playing the violin, or studying. Especially studying. Alvrentasia studies obsessively and to the point where she could be considered a nerd. She won’t become a doctor without lots of studying. An intelligent female is what Alvrentasia is for sure. A classic all A student with a sharp tongue and she’s headed places.
Her father was the one that taught her how to shoot a gun with proper aim and with her eyes closed and break a guys/girls nose with a single punch. Being a detective, he knew some things. Her mother didn't know that he taught her so much... violence but it didn't matter. She loved her occasional lessons and that was how she got into boxing for self defense. Father began teaching her when she was around 10 years old and stopped when she was 15. But she still continued afterwards with her boxing and such. She works out everyday but she never puts boxing before studying.
|Club |
Art and music club
|Miscellaneous |
The Blacklist.
Alvrentasia Cruela Devine
{"Its conceptual. You just can't see it. "}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies
{⚜} Margaret Azaduhi Darbinyan {⚜e}
"She. Is. Adorable. As. Fuck. Wait what? I said nothing."
- Thinks of her as an adorable girl. That's about it. (Has not talked with El about her relation.)
{⚜} James Russel Haynes {⚜}
"Damn. He's the definition of plain as fuck."
- Vanilla ice cream. That's what he is in her eyes. But hey, vanilla ice cream is her favorite flavor. Oh shit that sounds dirty.
{☯} Aster Kyle Evidor Wisteria {☯}
"You know. He's a real good example of why it's best for me not to get involved with people. Great. Someone thinks i'm on drugs. Well, that's pretty hilarious on its own."
-
Alvri has possession of some depression pills, Aster has caught her at one point in time. Of course, he doesn't know that they're depression pills or that Alvri has depression. So, he goes off and lectured her on the dangers of drugs and marijuana, but in the middle of it all, Aster's blindness kicks in as his vision blackens. He panics, leaving only Alvri to see him in this pitiful state. Thus, only Alvri knows that Aster has a degenerative eye disease. So, a deal is struck: Aster keeps silent about the pills and Alvri pretends she never saw Aster collapsing to the floor because he can't see anything.
-Actually doesn't mind him. Much.
- Feels bad for him but she also knows that he's real goody two shoes pain in the ass.
- She'd never admit that she felt worried about him.
{⚜} Blake Darling Ryder {⚜}
"Darling Rider, eh? Heard about her nasty breakup and I don't really get why she would be so beat up about it. She seems pretty sweet though."
- Thinks of her as a sweetheart type of girl. A bit too girly for her taste.
- Musician? Heard her play the flute beautifully and that is something she can respect.
{⚜} Anson Bairu Oxford {⚜}
"Who? I feel like i've heard that name before but i'm not sure."
-Has crossed paths once or twice but nothing significant enough for her to keep in her memory.
{⚜} Maximus Cirius Santos {Symbol Here}
"I guess we're friends. Though that creepy 24/7 smile of his, well, creeps me out."
- Talked from time to time regarding the stories Max had written up. Max had seen her reading a book and since he isn't much of a romance writer, he managed to ask her to take a look at some of his books.
- I mean, she doesn't really mind him being there and she loves books so it all works out.
{⚜} Sarah Patrice Day-Reynolds {⚜}
"Don't talk to her much. I see her around."
- Has acknowledged her existence due to the fact that she is out there.
{☮} Holden Tyler Montgomery. {☮}
"Cute guy. He's pretty damn friendly and he's managed to not piss me off. Impressive. I like that confidence of his too."
- Oh my goodness. She calls one guy cute and it's the only gay guy of course.
- They talk pretty often.
{⚜} Ricardo Esteban Hernandez. {⚜}
"Who? Wait. Let me take a drag real quick... Oh! Guy that flirts a bunch and has a habit of biting his lip? He's annoying. Go do that shit with someone that wants to get fucked, ya know?"
- She doesn't really care about his existence. If he's there he's in the way of her focus and if he's not she won't notice.
- Like with every other girl, he flirts with her from time to time.
{☯} Meghan Alexandria Chi. {☯}
"My god. You keep mentioning names that I haven't hear- Oh never mind. Asian chick with the fancy clothes? Err, I've talked to her once or twice. That's about it."
- She has only talked to her a few time and surprisingly, she can tolerate her. Sometimes.
- Only when other A-listers are not present of course.
{Symbol Here} Roza Fey Kain {Symbol Here}
"Mk."
-Interesting? |
9,925 | 276 | 3 | 1,836 | 2,639 | Maximus Cirius Santos
Location: B-list dorm area
Interacting with: His sister -> Holden via text
The two siblings were going back and forth talking about random things. They were not using pure English, mind you, rather a combination between the international language and their mother tongue. Although if one were to at least have some little knowledge in Filipino, they would manage to understand that Max was actually pretty worried about his sister. She was, in fact, sick in bed and had decided to call her brother who she knew wouldn't be busy today. It was that day that Max couldn't entirely understand. For someone who doesn't exactly like football as much as the Americans did, it wasn't a day he was too excited for. "Yeah, I'll call you later when I have the time." The call ended after that and he stood up to look out of the window.
The area was already bustling with activity. People were scurrying here and there, most likely those who were actually involved in the pep rally itself. Then there were the others who were just out and about, checking the preparations and such out of sheer curiosity. Usually, he would be down there, trying to help however he can but that call from his sister prompted him to stayed inside for the meantime. Actually, he was ready to get going before the call. Now, he felt lazier than ever. If the pep rally wasn't a mandatory attendance, he would've stayed inside his room.
Closing his laptop, Max placed it inside his laptop bag. He, of course, carried the laptop everywhere he went considering a moment of inspiration can strike at any time and who knows when he might need it. He also carried around a notebook inside and a pen in his pocket. He looked around. Everything looked neat and tidy. Holden had already left the dorm room earlier because of his position at the Glee Club. And Max was pretty sure that there was something going on in the club, some complications. Whatever it was, there was nothing he could actually do to help.
He was about to leave since he had everything ready when he noticed that he left his phone on his bed, silent too. Max sighed and went for the object and noticed the message that was sent to him. Speaking of Holden, he sent a text. Enjoying the pregame activities huh? He should've been.
To: Holden
Sad to say that I'm not. But sure, where to?
With that, he put his phone on vibrate, slid it into his pocket and went outside. The halls weren't particularly busy save for the occasional person passing by and saying hello. It wasn't long until he got outside of the dorms and out into the open. It wasn't soon until someone came up to him and asked for his help. While waiting for Holden's reply, might as well help out right? Right. | Maximus Santos
{"Happiness is a Choice"} -Anonymous
| Name |
Maximus Cirius Santos
| Nickname |
Max
He obtained the nickname because saying ‘Maximus’ was a mouthful for others so they shortened it to Max. He doesn’t particularly like or hate being called that. In fact, he couldn’t care less about what you call him.
| Birthday |
June 28
| Age |
16
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Asexual
| Relationship Status |
Single
| Classification |
Junior
| Social Tier |
B-List
| Role |
Writer - Works together with artists most of the time
| In Depth Appearance |
Max stands at a height of 5'5, pretty average for his race, and weighs quite averagely really. He has black hair that sometimes shimmers light brown under the sunlight and black slanted eyes which led most to believe that he is of Chinese, Korean or Japanese descent, not Filipino-American. Although slanted eyes doesn't look like a typical half-Filipino, it is entirely possible. His skin is littered with scars although most aren't visible when he has clothes on. He has a particularly large on on his back, presumed to have been gotten on that fight with the two men. He doesn't have much of a sense of fashion so he usually sticks with a range of clothing unless advised to wear another. He usually wears button-up shirts, sometimes with a sweater vest, black slacks and sneakers. He always wears a gold pendant, a gift from his sister when they were young. He sometimes wears glasses when at home and claims to be an instrument for his focus.
| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
- He has a habit of staring off into space when not being directly spoken to
- He spins his pencil in his hand whenever he’s trying to think of something related to writing
- He rubs or plays his pendant whenever he’s nervous or feel like his facade is going to break
| Likes |
- Writing
- Books
- Cartoons/Anime/Manga
- True Friendship
- Animals
- His pendant
- His sister and his mother
| Dislikes |
- Nosy people
- People trying to break his facade
- Secretly hates people who are too bossy
- Disappointment
- Being beaten up
- Vices
- His stepfather and his father
| Hobbies |
- Writing storylines
- Watching random shows on the internet (mostly anime)
- Playing videogames
- Cosplaying and selling doujins/fanworks in cons
| Secrets |
- He’s a brony, guy who watches MLP at that age and actually likes it
- He killed two people when he was young
| Fears |
- Having his facade broken down
- Losing his family | Personality Traits |
- Loyal
- Secretive
- Has multiple fake personalities
- Generous at heart
- Lazy at times
| Personality |
Maximus has an ever-changing personality. It differs from person to person. He can be serious and happy, depending on the person’s wants. Therein lies one of his special talents, he can spot what kind of person you want to see and he’ll do it. Although he would need some observations to do that but it was a big school and he could easily pass off his spying as just simply passing by or hanging out by a random locker.
He’s also alright with being asked/ordered to do things since they’re mostly minor things like taking this to that place and picking up this and giving it to them. However, he doesn’t like being bossed around. Being ordered around too much like you’re a slave is practically something he doesn’t want to experience, ever. He had enough of that from his stepfather. He knows when it’s enough and he knows how to say no, it isn’t like he can’t make up an excuse so he can save his hide. He’s also pretty loyal to his friends. By friends, he means real friends, not those he just randomly calls his friends after being acquaintances for a while. Although getting his loyalty and full trust isn’t the easiest thing around.
His inner true character is something he isn’t even sure anymore. Who was he? What was he like before this whole acting charade? Was he happy back then? Questions fills his mind every night. He can’t even get his true self out when he’s talking with his mother or his sister. But he’s absolutely sure that he doesn’t need to be himself to get far in life. For his own sake, he hopes he’s right. However, his true character is just a simple, generous guy which he got from his mother. He doesn’t like too much of something and is content with just the small stuff as long as he gets to survive. He gives what he has to those who needs it the most. But getting that kind of character out of him would take quite an amount of effort and perseverance. He doesn’t easily break after so many years of doing it. And even if you do manage to break down the wall, you’ll have yourself an angry person. He doesn’t like being meddled with. He would break down, be paranoid and become a shut-in, or at least that’s one possible outcome.
And yet another dark persona rests within his heart. A split personality, one could say. This personality only comes out when his life is in extreme danger. It’s practically all his pent up frustrations, anger and wrath all poured out using violence to get out of a life-and-death situation. Of course, this doesn’t mean that he’ll automatically win. This part of him is reckless yet smart at the same time. It does anything to get out of the situation, even if it means killing someone. As Max grew up, he began to understand piece together this part of him. It sometimes appears in his dreams and fear has been implanted.
| Place of Origin |
Manila, Philippines
| History |
Maximus’s parents first met in the Philippines when his mother was off to make a journal report about the place. Needless to say, they fell in love, got married and soon had Maximus. She moved to the Philippines with him after arranging everything with her boss. Everything was going well. Then they had his younger sister, Julia. Maximus really loved his younger sister to bits and would spend time with her in his parents’ stead as they were too busy with their jobs to take care of the two.
Too busy indeed. When they caught wind that Max’s father was actually cheating on their mother, she decided to file a divorce. But unfortunately for her, divorce isn’t a thing in the Philippines. An annulment at best but she didn’t want that. And so she moved the family to America and then the divorce went through. His father moved away, taking Julia with him. It left Max depressed for about a week until they got in touch again.
In the span of time between Julia’s birth and his parents’ inevitable divorce, he got himself involved in a bad situation that turned worse every second ticked by. He was walking home from another friend’s house when he passed by two drunks who were just drinking away in pure bliss, laughing with each other with no care in the world. When Max passed by, they turned to him, grins on their faces. He knew these two, good friends of his father and they practically hated him for some reason. He never knew what. They started coming after him with broken bottles as their weapon and he ran, towards the place where they drank. He took a bottle for himself for safekeeping and then bolted out of there. But he was far too young to outrun two fully grown men even if they were drunk. And back then, he wasn’t exactly the most athletic person around. At some point, he was cornered and blacked out. When he woke up, he had blood on him and two dead men were lying in front of him. He wasn’t sure what had happened and he wasn’t jailed for it as it ruled as self-defense. He is afraid to know what had transpired at that moment.
He managed to fit in well in his new school. It was extremely different from where he came from though. The bullying reached physically and he was used to only vocal bullying. He hadn’t become a target though and he managed to keep it that way by changing masks every time he talked with someone. He became an instant favorite with the teachers and got good grades, all the while maintaining a terribly unstable social life that he managed to keep up until he graduated from that school.
Family life in that timespan was quite stable though. His mother had more time for him and he was in touch with his sister the whole time. However, Max’s mother remarried with another guy. A drunkard. But he was a rich drunkard who could get them anything he wanted if you stay in his good side. But there are times where he would go home, drunk and angry and would seek out his mother to beat. Max always covers her up and takes the beating, has scars to prove it too. He then learned to act around him so he would ease up, calm down and be happy but this took away his individuality, not that he minded. He had also gotten his love for writing. His tragic present is perfect for stories and such and he became famous in internet only.
Max soon enrolled into St. Mary’s Academy. It is a prestigious school where his stepfather went to school in. He claimed that it would be perfect for him and he’ll grow up to be an excellent person. He expressed his love for writing and the stepfather thankfully approved and so did his mother but then again she didn’t have much power in the household anymore.
Just like in his old school and with his stepfather, he entered the Academy with a smile and a fake personality. It took a while to get used to the prim and proper exterior but inside, it was just the same as his old school. A ranking, the bullies, the bullied and then the royals. Max hanged back for the starting days, making little conversation with others with the same dream profession and soon gotten himself acquainted with those who wanted to make books and picture books.
He survived his freshman and sophomore years with ease. Sticking with his writer-artist group and then making sure that none of the royals were too displeased with him really did the trick. The ‘others’, so they have been called, were also cool with him. Not too angry at him. Some have approached him every now and then and he always answers them with a smile as opposed to the high and mighty royals where he looks pretty much humbled.
| Miscellaneous |
Unfortunately, I don’t watch tv often anymore. Right now, it would probably be the news |
9,926 | 276 | 4 | 530 | 302 | Aster Wisteria
Location: A-List Halls -> Field House/Football Team Locker Room -> B-List Halls -> Choir Room -> B-List Halls -> Band Room
"So, they're ready, right?" Aster clicked his pen before ticking off one of the checkboxes on his list that hung from a clipboard. "So, streamers and the sound system are good." The Vice President mumbled on as a few students walked beside him as he continued to make sure that everything had been prepared for this event. It has been quite some time before St. Mary's has become this lively, and this event was more than just a show of their school spirit. It was also an effort to entice the students to stay. Unfortunately for him, those airbag A-Listers were doing a good job of driving off those who never met their standards. But, sadly for them, Aster intended to make their 'bitch' lives harder. "Of course we need that mascot suit! Ain't no game complete without a mascot. How long would that arrive?" Aster grumbled as the student replied that the costume would arrive in an hour. "As long as it arrives before the rally ends."
Aster sighed as he waved off his colleagues before slumping near one of the lockers. He folded the sleeves of his white polo, rolling them up before sealing the cuffs a few inches below his elbow. He pulled out his phone from the right pocket of his blue fitting jeans before slamming it near his ear. "Talk to me," It was during these times that Aster shone as one of the pillars of student excellence. He perfectly handled most of these campus-wide celebrations and the teachers loved him for it. Every move calculated and every decision backed with research. Fortunately, he had done his share of research and study. As long as he could make the freshmen feel at ease during these events, he could make sure that about 78% of the new students would remain here until their senior years. He just had his newest paper submitted to Scopus about the feasibility of school events in promoting student loyalty to an institute. And, by all things good and holy, he would get that 78% inside this school. "Chi is doing what?!" he exclaimed. Oh, he should have expected that Meghan Chi to be already making some of those C-Listers feel out of place. "I swear I'll shove a cookie up her nose if she doesn't stop with this A-List Elitism. No matter, ID that student for me and I'll get to her in no time. Also, make sure that-- Wait, please hold," Aster received another call. "Hernandez is throwing what?!" Also, Hernandez was the epitome of a guy who will literally die if there wasn't a party every five seconds. Why do A-List idiots always cause trouble for him? "Contact maintenance at local 611 to clean up those posters. If some freshmen sees those and raise it with their parents, there goes our enrollees for next year. Got it?"
"Sorry for the hold... Talk to me," He switched back to the Chi Incident. "Make sure that the cheerleaders are in top shape. Some of our guests are coming and I do not want them falling on top of one another while lifting each other and doing a pirouette." Aster placed his phone down as he sank to the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index. "We're almost there, Aster. Almost there." he stood up before checking his list. "Cheerleaders, done. Now, it's football. The stars." Aster jogged to the field house, popping over to the locker room as he tapped one of the metallic lockers with his clipboard. "Sorry to pop in unannounced, gentlemen. I just want to make sure that everyone's got their heads in the game. Those suckers at Trinity won't show you mercy, and neither should you. Also, your coach called in late. He's stuck in traffic, but he assured me that he would arrive in time for the Pep Rally." Aster ticked off the football team before taking off his glasses. "You're this school's pride, gentlemen. Show everyone why you're known as the best who spit out the rest. Take heart. Oh, and some college benefactors are attending to scout for some talent. Give them a show, especially the both of you, Alexander and Haynes. If you, gentlemen, need anything don't forget to give me a holler. You got my number, right, Haynes?"
With that, he marched of back to the campus. "Pep Song," he clicked his tongue. "The Glee Club." With a huff, the dutiful vice trotted off to the choir room. Before he entered, he took a moment to catch his breath. He had just been running all over the campus! Jesus, he should join the track and field team. As he entered the room, the cold air blasting back his sweat, sending nerves tingling down his spine. "You, singers, re--" Aster paused as he realized that they were in the middle of a vocal exercise. "Sorry for intruding," he bowed before looking at Montgomery. "No song yet? Don't worry about it. We've got plenty of time before the rally." Aster noted down the status of the Pep Song in his clipboard before realizing that everything was blurry. As it turned out, he forgot to wear his glasses! Aster chuckled before sliding his glasses over his eyes before waving off to the glee club. "I'm looking forward to your performance this afternoon, singers. Show Trinity that we've got the better vocal chords."
Whew. That's done. Aster sauntered out of the room. Suddenly, his vision tunneled and flashed. "Fuck, not now." He continued walking without a real direction and, before he realized it, he was standing a few feet behind someone! It was a miracle that he hadn't bumped into the person. He forced his hazy vision to clear, realizing that this was Santos! "Oh, Santos! Good to... see... you..." Aster blinked furiously to make the lad appear more than just a wad of pixels. "I... uhh... yes." he stammered. "Stay out of trouble." Aster dashed away from the scene, bumping into a trashcan or two. He didn't really know where he was going, and good thing that the students were flocking to the gymnasium... or else, he would have smacked into a whole class by now.
Then, everything became dark.
He suppressed a scream before he pushed against a random door, stumbling inside a random room in the process. "Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit," Aster rambled as he crawled to the nearest corner before curling into a ball, waiting for the darkness to fade. "Calm down, Aster." he began to hyperventilate, but ultimately, he managed to calm down as his vision blurred slightly before steadying. Then, the sweetest mesh of lullabies flowed through his ear as Aster got his heart to beat slower. He still panted like crazy, but at least he was in no danger of passing out now. As his eyes became crystal clear, Aster stood up from a distance, observing the musician who looked so entranced, so focused on the world of melodies that she had created. "Devine?" he whispered to himself before hiding against hiding beside one of the cabinets that held some of the instruments. "Band room, huh?" Aster sighed, resting his back against the cabinet. Devine must have been so distracted that she even failed to notice his rather panicky entrance. Aster could go out now and join the festivities, but this symphony enticed him to stay for a while longer. Both he and Devine had a truce: no speak, no contact. Well, technically, he was just here to enjoy the moment of peace.
After he had ran almost all over campus, he deserved a break. He earned it. He earned it. | Uhmmm... I'm not sure if this will meet your standards :c
Aster Wisteria
"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." -Antoine De Saint-Exupery
| Full Name |
Aster Kyle Evidor Wisteria
| Nickname |
1. ASSter - A label used against him by those who he bullied back in Middle School. His notoriety for preying on the weak and sucking up to those in power procured a lot of enemies for him.
2. He Who Must Not Be Fucked With - Again, a reference to his past immaturity to use his family's funds and riches to make those who make enemies of him suffer. From ruining scholarship grants to outright expulsion without cause, Aster was the epitome of an asshole back in his younger days.
| Birthday |
December 12th.
| Age |
18
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Relationship Status |
Single since birth.
| Classification |
Senior
| Social Tier |
A-List
| Role |
Student Council Vice President
| In Depth Appearance |
Mostly clean-shaven and in long sleeves which are pulled over jeans, Aster prefers to keep a clean and simple appearance as opposed to his bratty days. He often wears a pair of topsiders of varying colors mostly because they're easier to wear. But, overall, he does wear some white and large shirts on a hot day, but he never wears shorts due to the upbringing of his rather religious grandmother. He sports a large-framed pair of glasses because his eyes border on 5.75/4.75 in terms of his myopia and astigmatism. Not overly muscular, but still somewhat lean due to his badminton and volleyball days, Aster still is confident in his physique. He stands at 6'0, the shortest of his two older siblings. He once sported ear piercings back in the days, but since the time he changed, the holes in his earlobes have healed. At this point, he avoided tattoos and all other things that may harm his body. In special occasions, like Student Council meetings or conferences, he is prone to wearing suits and other formal attires. His hair is often left messy, but he styles it in a semi-Mohawk fashion when there are special events.
| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
1. When frustrated, Aster combs back his hair using his fingers, raking them against his scalp.
2. He has the habit of questioning almost everything regarding its credibility and its source. Statistics? Source. Data? Source.
3. He has an inclination to reprimand students who wear too revealing clothes. Secretly, he's pushing for a dress code in the academy.
4. When his vision tunnels, Aster becomes panicked and will act extra 'normal' in order to hide his impairment.
| Likes |
1. Tea. Jasmine Tea.
2. Mythologies from different cultures. He can talk about any myth from Egyptian to Norse.
3. Researching.
4. Some sports.
5. Poetry.
6. Daydreaming.
7. Helping his fellow students.
8. Romance Novels.
9. Sleeping.
10. Yogurt.
| Dislikes |
1. People who dress too revealingly.
2. People who just pity others.
3. People who abuse their powers and privileges.
4. Mathematics. Numbers.
5. Spicy Food.
6. Those who think they cannot change.
7. Basketball and Football.
8. People who think that harming themselves is beautiful. Or, pretty much, drug users, smokers, and all those 'bad for your health' junkies.
9. Those who do not respect others' beliefs.
| Hobbies |
1. Researching.
2. Writing poems.
3. Cooking.
4. Organizing charity programs.
| Secrets |
1. He is suffering from Retinitis Pigmentosa, or commonly known as Progressive Blindness. He is estimated to be completely blind by the time he graduates from the academy. At the moment, his vision is still good, but tunnels and blacks-out from time to time.
2. He was a terrible power-abusive asshole back in his middle school. He prays no one will find out, or else, their trust in him as an officer will dwindle. Although, he is trying to change himself now and atones for his sins by helping out every student in need.
| Fears |
1. Going completely blind and people finding out that he is going to go blind.
2. People losing their trust in him.
| Personality Traits |
-Determined.
-Loyal.
-Extremely generous and selfless.
-Takes the common good in mind.
-Prone to anger bursts when too frustrated.
-Calm and friendly.
-Ruthless and vindictive when dealing with students who clearly stepped out of line.
| Personality |
At first glance, mostly freshmen, would always attribute the words 'kind', 'warm', and 'charming' with the student council vice president. These are not false traits, though, because there is nothing underneath Aster's benevolent demeanor. He listens to the problems of students, encouraging them to barge in his office at whatever time of the day to address any concerns they might have. Immensely selfless and dedicated to his role, Aster stops at nothing to solve the problem and if he fails to do so, he personally visits the complainant's house and bows in front of their entire family. He is also generous, setting aside a good portion of the Council's funds for outreach programs and scholarship grants which are often rejected by the committee. However, this does not deter him. When he sees a less fortunate person outside, Aster is not afraid to help them out, going as far as to invite them to his condominium unit to give them a warm meal and some new clothes. Intelligent and somewhat charismatic, Aster manages to win the trust of a good portion of the student body and sets an aim to connect with each and every one of the student population.
However, he is ruthless and strict when it comes to enforcing the rules of the academy. Those who are caught in illegal activities would merit an angry scolding and lecture from Aster, going as far as to orient them again on the entire basis of the school policy violated. He is a 'by-the-book' character, but he knows when to the bend the rules when necessary. He also supports the activities of the students, going as far as to send promising writers and poets to Creative Writing contests and even Spoken Word Poetry gatherings. But, not only that, he has a fondness for the sports community, providing them with the necessary equipment for their training when the budget gets approved. In short, he sees potential in everyone and respects the hobbies of his fellow students. It was a well-known fact that he even sent some Magic: The Gathering enthusiasts to a tournament, causing that group to bag the gold and some cash.
Although, he does bear a resentment for the 'Royals', especially for the Queen Bees and other popular figures. Their audacity and potentiality to make the life of other students harder reminds him of his past asshole life. He sees himself in many of these popular kids, placing an undeserved loathing on people who are unaware of his past.
Overall, he is a persistent leader whose main dream is to help other see the light, colors, and rainbows of life before he, himself, loses his own ability to do so. Literally.
| Place of Origin |
Melbourne, Australia
| History |
Son of Dr. Alastor Wisteria, dean of the College of Education of the University of Melbourne, and Dr. Ashley Wisteria, a successful pediatrician, Aster was born with a silver spoon in more places than just his mouth. He barely needed to lift a finger when he wanted something; a maid gave his every whim. As the youngest of the trio of siblings in the Wisteria household, Aster seemed to have a lot to surpass. His brother is studying law in Harvard, top of his class, and his sister is following in the footsteps of Alastor, taking up a doctorate in the university. Thus, when he started in middle school, he had this desire to prove himself different than his siblings. He began to persecute others, ruining the lives of those who dare oppose him. His arrogance increased exponentially when his father started an academy for middle school students, prompting Aster to transfer into their very own school. At that point, he was hailed as the king and god of the hallways. All who dared to oppose him were sent on one knee, and he got what he wanted whether that person agrees or not. His lust for power grew so much that when a student dissed him, Aster convinced his father to remove that student's scholarship through a myriad of lies. He was the almighty in middle school until one fateful morning on his last year in middle school.
As he walked along the hallways, his vision dimmed and tunneled. Like a forked lightning in a jet-black night, everything he saw flashed and faded without pause. He stayed in complete and utter darkness for a few minutes before his eyesight returned, finding himself knelt on the floor, facing the people who he persecuted. His own body betrayed him, betrayed his eyesight. Whether this was karma or not, Aster's life changed immensely when a hand reached out to his, helping him to his feet as his vision normalized. The first thing his hazel eyes saw was the very student whose scholarship he tried to remove. He had heard that his family is now suffering from the expenses all these years. Even if he was an asshole, someone still helped him. Aster realized that king or not, everyone was equal when it came to darkness. Kindness, in whatever form, allowed him to see further and better. Kindness served as the light for the blind. As Aster went to get his eyes checked, shocking his parents at the result that he had a degenerative eye disease, Aster sought to renew his ways.
He would be the light for others, just like that scholar, before his own light faded.
As he graduated from his father's academy, Aster applied for a scholarship abroad so that he may see more of the world before he became blind. With their family rolling in dough, he managed to pull some strings in order to be accepted as a scholar in an academy named as St. Mary's in Virginia. With a last farewell and a long look at his family (knowing that when he returned, he would be more or less blind), Aster began his new life in a new territory where he could turn over a new leaf. As he entered the academy, his father's influence and wealth, allowed him to ascend through the ranks until he became the Student Council Vice President in his senior year. However, he learned a lot through his ascent. When he was the secretary and even the treasurer, he made sure to socialize with the crowd, taking note of their needs in the school. One by one, he solved the students' problems until the trust of the majority remained in him.
As his eyesight dwindled, Aster knows that he needs to help more people before he vanishes. In his room, he has a masterlist of the entire student population with columns pertaining to their needs and wants. His ultimate wish: to fulfill every student's wish on that list. Now, as he begins his journey as the Student Vice President, Aster would find out that you can't do everything by yourself, not even kindness. If he wants to achieve his goal, he should ask help from these A-List bastards no matter how much of himself he sees in them.
| Miscellaneous |
1. The Progressive Blindness is a hereditary trait from his grandmother which skipped a few generations before hitting Aster. Ironically, his grandmother was the person who Aster loved more than his parents.
2. His room is messy with all types of papers strewn about and some junk. This is the total opposite of his Student Council Office which is tidier than a hospital.
3. He is unable to discern flirting from just being friendly, causing him to have a difficult time talking to girls since he doesn't really know how to talk to them if he isn't in his 'student president' mode.
4. I used to watch the Walking Dead, but well... |
9,927 | 276 | 5 | 2,065 | 3,584 | Location:-: Band room.
Interacting with:-: Aster.
She continued to play the sweet melody and nearly finished but stopped abruptly, producing a loud screeching noise. "No no. It's not right. It's off. Something's not right with it." She says, frustrated. To anyone else's ear it could be heard as practically perfect but not to her. It was never right. Ever. Alvrentasia took out her pouch and quickly and throws a pill into her mouth. She groans from taking too much but swallows it fast and sets the pain aside. Alvrentasia heard a distinct noise and shoves the container back into her pouch and into the black bag, turning her head rather quickly. She couldn't view whatever was there so she took a few steps back and started walking towards one of the cabinets to see what or who it was. She gasped and then exhaled quickly, looking over at Aster with a bit of a pissed off expression. “Oh, bloody hell! Ash?! You scared the shite out of me.” Her British accent bled through for the first time in a while, something that only showed at certain times and something that she had been suppressing a bit. Calling him Ash was accidental but oh well.
With that, she shook her head and gently put down her violin. “..Anyways. What do you need Aster?” She asks, completely forgetting the fact that he could have seen her swallow the pills. Alvrentasia had heard the little truce that Aster had proposed to her. No speak no contact? I can talk to whoever I want. And besides, why not? It's weird to deliberately avoid someone at times and it usually ends up in awkwardness, that's not something that she welcomes.
Alvrentasia scratched the back of her head slightly before raising an eyebrow. She leaned in, viewing his face clearly and getting in his personal space. His eyes were somewhat dilated and he looked… strange to say the least. Alvrentasia sighs before backing up some. "Have another little… moment?” she mumbles, biting her lip. She didn’t want to get in his business and she didn’t want to seem like she was worried but she was.
Alvrentasia looked up at the clock for a second and checked the time. She had to go to the children's hospital in a while. The last time she was going to volunteer somewhere, she figured out goody two shoes Aster was the one organizing it. Well, she couldn't go since she got sick anyways. Either way, this guy just loves organizing that stuff. She didn't know why she kept quiet about it. Maybe because her parents always called stuff like that a waste of time. Or maybe she just isn't used to people thinking that she does does like that. She looked up at him slightly since he was only a little bit taller than her and waited for his response. Because of experience, she was hoping he didn't see the pills. | {"Anger, jealousy, bitterness, tiredness, hope, lust, love. It's everywhere."} -Effy Stonem
¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪
| Alvrentasia Cruela Devine |
| Nickname |
Alvri::
Middle school and she only had one friend. One friend who typically never spoke to anyone but Alvrentasia. She said that her name was too long so she decided on Alvri to shorten it up. Alvrentasia didn’t mind and she actually was fond of her. However, she might not like it if someone calls her that when she barely knows or doesn't like said person.
| Birthday |
November 9th
| Age |
17
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Go ahead and make up your own guess.
| Relationship Status |
Single. Love or simple dating games? Do I look like that’s on my mind?
| Classification |
Senior
| Social Tier |
B-list
| Role |
Artist/Musician
| In Depth Appearance |
Alvrentasia is a natural beauty with elegance that rarely ever wears a bunch of makeup. The only makeup that she applies is generally a small amount of black eyeliner, mascara, and a dark red lip tint. Symmetrical face and a smile that is sometimes so fake that it hurts. But she usually just doesn't smile in general. A cute smile if she smiles genuinely though. Her body is slim but visibly muscular along with her 38C cup breasts. Most of her appearance was inherited from her mother. Her slim face and the dark blue eyes are from her father. From her mother she got her thin lips, dark brown hair, and tousled wavy hair that she doesn’t have to do much to everyday. The only time she actually bothers to do something with her hair is when she is meeting with her parents. Her clothing style is proper most of the times. At least, at school it is. She usually wears blouses along with black skirts. Her style isn’t unfashionable or anything. It’s mature and she doesn’t wear things that exposes her breasts. Desperate for attention she is not. She likes her simple style that keeps her in the background, Her height is 5’8” so it’s a bit taller than average. If you happen to see her out and about, you can see that her style is different. She wears combat boots, black, black, and more black. That's why she tries to not be seen outside of the Academy but if she is, oh well.
“I’m a sweet and innocent angel. Can’t you tell?”
| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
☩ Picking at the skin behind her nails whenever she is nervous and sometimes just because
☩ Biting her lip when she is irritated
☩ Talking under her breath
☩ Presses on her temples when she feels like puking
☩ Ignoring people when she is drawing
☩ Cracking her knuckles when she is impatient
| Likes |
❥ Her violin
❥ Drawing
❥ Kids
❥ Her parents
❥ Being organized
❥ Smoking
❥ Sweets
❥ Money
❥ Boxing
❥ Skating
❥ Reading
❥ People that know what they want in life
❥ Geeks because they are obsessed with a specific thing and are committed to it.
❥ Having classical music playing in the background while she studies
❥ Learning/studying
❥ The number 8.
❥ Even numbers.
❥ Beer and drinking in general
❥ Being underwater/swimming
| Dislikes |
✘ Involving herself in others affairs
✘ Romantic movies
✘ Public restrooms
✘ People tying to change or fix her
✘ Getting hit on in general
✘ People pitying her for whatever reason
✘ Having a bunch of people around her
✘ Loud noises
✘ Anyone bothering her when she is playing her violin or drawing
✘ Remembering when her father got violent
✘ People asking her “what’s wrong”
| Hobbies |
♬ Playing the violin
♬ Drawing
♬ Studying/Doing homework
♬ Reading
"I'm a bad person. You can't change me so why don't you stop trying?"
| Secrets |
-- Often takes pills to get through the days. Typical depression pills that are quite strong and weren’t exactly prescribed by a doctor.
-- Nice. Alvrentasia isn't trying to put it out there that she actually has a heart. She can be nice at times but please refrain from calling her a "good" person.
-- A bit traumatized from when her father got violent. The abuse is a secret.
-- Likes stuffed animals and cute things in general.
- The fact that she volunteers at a child hospital because she it not trying to let that be known.
-- A virgin. This isn't really a secret but no one really knows and she doesn't advertise it. She has no interest in getting involved in extra things like that at the time.
-- Has a depression disorder as well as anxiety
| Fears |
⚠ Having people actually act like they care about her and her falling for it
⚠ Failing expectations
⚠ Actually Trusting someone
⚠ Falling in love
⚠ Stone cold truth
⚠ Dying before her parents do or get to see her become successful
⚠ Bright rooms with no door in sight
| Personality Traits |
✤Quiet ✤Irritable ✤Stubborn ✤Trust issues ✤Sarcastic at times ✤Loyal ✤Astute ✤Kind when she feels like being kind ✤ Proper ✤ Determined ✤Serious ✤Actually quite considerate
| Personality |
Alvrentasia is a woman that knows what she wants and she doesn’t want anyone getting in the way of that. She wouldn’t usually go out of her way to stop a fight between immature teens that can’t control their anger. However, she doesn’t judge people. No, not really because she’s nice. It’s just that she doesn’t have the time to be talking about others when she has her own life goals. Not one to try and understand the reason that people go out of their way to talk about others badly while they honestly look like fools for even doing so. Children. That’s all they are. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t sweet if you actually get under that thick skin of hers. She comes off as judgmental, serious, and poised. Quite the opposite though. Well, not the serious part. Alvrentasia finds her goals in life to be the top priority and will do her utmost best not to allow anyone to falter the barrier she has up in front of her almost 24/7. The poised part is wrong and you will realize that if you spend enough time with her. She is composed at times but she is not self confident. But she won’t let that part of her shine through.
Time is money. A big believer of this famous line. She gets stressed out over studies easily and stressed in general. However, she also knows that she has to let loose sometimes. Some people think that she’d be a goody-goody but they can be proved to be quite wrong. A daredevil and a badass if I must say, Alvrentasia isn’t afraid of much. Heights? She’s gone skydiving. Sharks? Don’t go that deep into the ocean. Peer pressure? You can try to sell her drugs but all you’d get is a roll of the eyes. Spiders or snakes? Please. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. She won’t be backing down from something she committed to.
All in all, Alvrentasia looks like she is unaffected by practically everything. Not much people could say that they’ve seen her cry or smile genuinely because her smiles typically look fake. She doesn’t do crying and she doesn’t do talking about her feelings because what she feels is her own business and she finds no use in telling anyone about it. What could they do about it, anyways? So she minds her own business and will only get involved in bullying if someone is taking it too far. A sweet girl is what you’d be able to see if she gets used to you. And that probably won’t happen if you’ve only talked to her 5 times. She is nice in general to people she just meets because her mother taught her about manners.
The type of people Alvrentasia has a soft spot for are children, quiet people because you know, not annoying. Or maybe it’s because of a childhood friend that she had when she was younger. Quiet people are just so tolerable. It’s even better if they can handle “awkward” silences because she welcomes those. Nice people are fine but too nice is a different matter. When they’re nice to everyone and they come up to her looking for a new friend, that’s annoying. She sure as hell isn’t a charity case either. If she’s alone, that means that she probably wants to be alone. It’s not like she’s antisocial. She knows how to talk to people she just usually chooses not to. However, if she’s bored, maybe she’ll chat someone up. Unless she’s reading a book. Another type of person that she likes are geeks. Video game geeks, movie geeks, music geeks, etc. Geeks are a breath of fresh air for her and surprisingly, she actually listens to them. She'd be that person that would be listening to some outcast geek talk about their obsession while looking bored when she's actually not. They're just so... committed. Kids. People would think she'd hate them but nope, she loves em. They're so damn cute and full of innocence. The opposite of her.
A splash of the past
| Place of Origin |
Keswick, England
| History |
Some people think that Alvrentasia would be a spoiled, rich brat but they’re wrong. She didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in her mouth and she doesn’t need one in her life because she’s going to succeed no matter what. That said, she was pretty well off. Her parents had enough money to provide her with things that she needed along with extra. Not that she actually asked for anything other than her food and more books and textbooks though. Her mother was a lawyer and her father was a stay at home dad that loved alcohol. Needless to say, he was a decent father. A pretty good, decent father. He said good morning, made her breakfast, made her lunch, made her dinner, and let her try a cigarette when she was 13. It was a learning experience and she is a fan of cigs now. He may sound like a bad father but he was a sarcastic and funny guy who loved to do D.I.Y projects with or without Alvrentasia. He used to be a detective but then she came along and he decided to quit and stay home which he now probably regrets. Even with this, he was pretty strict and so was her mom. Her mom especially. She’s a tough chick that wanted, no, needs Alvrentasia to be successful. Some people think that her life goals is to be a violinist or perhaps an artist. No. Unrealistic. Her goal is to become a successful doctor. Is it because she wants to help people? Not really. It’s mostly so that she brings in the big bucks. Perhaps she’ll even become the owner of her own company but for now, she’s sticking to a doctor. Alvrentasia got into the Saint Marys academy as a scholar for her knowledge as well as her violin skills. Her mother was extremely proud of her as well as her father.
Alvrentasia’s parents fought often. So much that she wondered why the hell they were together. Marriage was supposed to be about love. At least, that was what her parents told her when she was 6 years old. They sometimes get so loud that the neighbors called the cops once because her father threw a vase which shattered into a bunch of pieces but Alvrentasia was not phased. She was used to their childish ways of letting out anger and her mother had only been hit once or twice when her father was a bit drunk. Other than that, a great family. When they fought, Alvrentasia just took out her violin and began playing. The violin is a big part of her life. It was something that she had received from her grandfather when she was 7 years old. Of course, she couldn’t do much with it since she was only 7 but she since then, she played and played until her fingers would get numb. She found it as a way to escape. For a while, her grandfather taught her how to play but that that only lasted until she was 10 years old because he then died. She didn’t cry at the funeral and she didn’t cry when she got home from the funeral. She just started playing the violin and that was when the tears started coming out. Probably the most she’s ever cried in her life.
Art came in a bit later. Her mother had done it when she was younger so she practically forced it onto Alvrentasia. Sure, it started off as a drag but soon, it became just… a way of her daily life. She went to art classes 2 times a week and drew whenever she got home. Typically she uses watercolor or a simply pencil when she is doing art. When she drew, Alvrentasia was completely immersed. Not as much as when she played the violin but almost. Flowers are nice to draw but most of her drawings are… depressing to say the least.
Middle school was just her reading 24/7 and cursing at people that came up to talk to her. Surprisingly, she never had a rebellious phase with her parents. Some people would say that she did in middle school but her parents don’t bother with her personal life enough to actually know about those details. She started drinking at age 15 and that was something that looked inevitable from the outside due to her alcoholic of a father. But she didn’t drink all of the time. Only when she was bored. Other times she could either be found drawing, playing the violin, or studying. Especially studying. Alvrentasia studies obsessively and to the point where she could be considered a nerd. She won’t become a doctor without lots of studying. An intelligent female is what Alvrentasia is for sure. A classic all A student with a sharp tongue and she’s headed places.
Her father was the one that taught her how to shoot a gun with proper aim and with her eyes closed and break a guys/girls nose with a single punch. Being a detective, he knew some things. Her mother didn't know that he taught her so much... violence but it didn't matter. She loved her occasional lessons and that was how she got into boxing for self defense. Father began teaching her when she was around 10 years old and stopped when she was 15. But she still continued afterwards with her boxing and such. She works out everyday but she never puts boxing before studying.
|Club |
Art and music club
|Miscellaneous |
The Blacklist.
Alvrentasia Cruela Devine
{"Its conceptual. You just can't see it. "}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies
{⚜} Margaret Azaduhi Darbinyan {⚜e}
"She. Is. Adorable. As. Fuck. Wait what? I said nothing."
- Thinks of her as an adorable girl. That's about it. (Has not talked with El about her relation.)
{⚜} James Russel Haynes {⚜}
"Damn. He's the definition of plain as fuck."
- Vanilla ice cream. That's what he is in her eyes. But hey, vanilla ice cream is her favorite flavor. Oh shit that sounds dirty.
{☯} Aster Kyle Evidor Wisteria {☯}
"You know. He's a real good example of why it's best for me not to get involved with people. Great. Someone thinks i'm on drugs. Well, that's pretty hilarious on its own."
-
Alvri has possession of some depression pills, Aster has caught her at one point in time. Of course, he doesn't know that they're depression pills or that Alvri has depression. So, he goes off and lectured her on the dangers of drugs and marijuana, but in the middle of it all, Aster's blindness kicks in as his vision blackens. He panics, leaving only Alvri to see him in this pitiful state. Thus, only Alvri knows that Aster has a degenerative eye disease. So, a deal is struck: Aster keeps silent about the pills and Alvri pretends she never saw Aster collapsing to the floor because he can't see anything.
-Actually doesn't mind him. Much.
- Feels bad for him but she also knows that he's real goody two shoes pain in the ass.
- She'd never admit that she felt worried about him.
{⚜} Blake Darling Ryder {⚜}
"Darling Rider, eh? Heard about her nasty breakup and I don't really get why she would be so beat up about it. She seems pretty sweet though."
- Thinks of her as a sweetheart type of girl. A bit too girly for her taste.
- Musician? Heard her play the flute beautifully and that is something she can respect.
{⚜} Anson Bairu Oxford {⚜}
"Who? I feel like i've heard that name before but i'm not sure."
-Has crossed paths once or twice but nothing significant enough for her to keep in her memory.
{⚜} Maximus Cirius Santos {Symbol Here}
"I guess we're friends. Though that creepy 24/7 smile of his, well, creeps me out."
- Talked from time to time regarding the stories Max had written up. Max had seen her reading a book and since he isn't much of a romance writer, he managed to ask her to take a look at some of his books.
- I mean, she doesn't really mind him being there and she loves books so it all works out.
{⚜} Sarah Patrice Day-Reynolds {⚜}
"Don't talk to her much. I see her around."
- Has acknowledged her existence due to the fact that she is out there.
{☮} Holden Tyler Montgomery. {☮}
"Cute guy. He's pretty damn friendly and he's managed to not piss me off. Impressive. I like that confidence of his too."
- Oh my goodness. She calls one guy cute and it's the only gay guy of course.
- They talk pretty often.
{⚜} Ricardo Esteban Hernandez. {⚜}
"Who? Wait. Let me take a drag real quick... Oh! Guy that flirts a bunch and has a habit of biting his lip? He's annoying. Go do that shit with someone that wants to get fucked, ya know?"
- She doesn't really care about his existence. If he's there he's in the way of her focus and if he's not she won't notice.
- Like with every other girl, he flirts with her from time to time.
{☯} Meghan Alexandria Chi. {☯}
"My god. You keep mentioning names that I haven't hear- Oh never mind. Asian chick with the fancy clothes? Err, I've talked to her once or twice. That's about it."
- She has only talked to her a few time and surprisingly, she can tolerate her. Sometimes.
- Only when other A-listers are not present of course.
{Symbol Here} Roza Fey Kain {Symbol Here}
"Mk."
-Interesting? |
9,928 | 277 | 0 | 19 | 1,003 | мcĸenna avery ĸnowleѕ
Interacting With ☬ No One Specific
Upon opening my eyes, my vision was already failing me. In and out of darkness, a haze clouded my head alerted me to the concussion I most likely had. The second I gather my thoughts, I immediately look around. I'd had Coyote wrapped up in my arms and legs before we'd crashed. Where was he? My heart sinks and I frantically release my seat belt, throwing the straps to the sides as I force myself to stand. Bad idea. Everything around me begins to spin as I stumble forward into the seat in front of me. A new smell suddenly hit me. Blood. I glance down to my right leg and find a bad gash about 6 inches long down the outside of my calf where my pant leg is soaked dark red. I'd been a medic in the Marines and seen a lot of blood in my day, but seeing my own blood never changed. Still made me want to get sick, which I was already close to doing in the first place with my head spinning the way it was. Finding a stable position to stand in, I give the inside of the plane a glance around. A couple of bodies littered the walkway, which I could only assume were DOS. One was a flight attendant but the other was a passenger. Probably neglected to strap his belt on right. Pulling myself out from the row into the isle, I cup my hands around my mouth and call out "Coyote!", coming out in a strained, raspy tone. Holding onto the seat of each row, I make my way towards the pilot's cockpit being careful not to step on or move the bodies in the center isle. I try the handle but it's stuck. In that moment, I knew I didn't have the strength to try busting it open, so instead of attempting to kill myself just to open a door I turn back to the isle. Over the noise of the wind pouring through the many broken windows, I could hear something, or someone, making sounds towards the back of the plane. At once, I push my way through all the luggage and other things scattered across the isle towards the back, looking into each isle as it's passed by. "Anyone there?" | McKenna Avery Knowles
"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn
Superman by Moi Navarro | Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams
Ain't Nothin' In This World For Free
☬ Full-Birth Given Name ☬
McKenna Avery Knowles, at your service.
☬ Preferred Name | Nickname ☬
I go by Kenna, Mak or Avery. Those from the service days call me by last name only.
☬ Sex Identification ☬
Bi-sexual female, here.
☬ Established In ☬
May 20th, 1989. I am 27-years-old.
☬ Someone Back Home ☬
My young son, Phoenix and 'baby' brother, James are 'back home' waiting for my return. My son's father is no longer in the picture, and my brother watches him while I'm gone.
☬ Also Knowing ☬
I was in the Marines a few years back. Since having Phoenix I've left that life behind, for the most part. Still visit some of my old brothers and sisters at arms from time to time, though. I also brought along with me, my old battle buddy, Coyote. (pronounced 'k-eye-oat') He's missing his front left leg, and wears a prosthetic one. He lost it in the last fight he fought in, beside me. Since then, he's been retired. They were going to put him down until I spoke up and adopted him. No soldier left behind!
No, There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
☬ Personality ☬
I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent soldier. I am well disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to being a Marine. As a regular person though, it goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented when it comes to my brothers and sisters of the service. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated.
☬ Quirks | Habits ☬
→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meetings, etc. I like to be punctual.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious/start to experience PTSD, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. I used to have a bad habit of biting my fingernails, but I've trained myself not to do that, anymore.
☬ Likes & Dislikes ☬
+ Storms / Rain
+ Winter
+ 'Sweater Weather'
+ Sports Playing it, not watching.
+ Artsy activities
+ Smoking Not cigarettes.
+ Reading
+ Camping / Hiking
+ Family-orientated activities
+ Amusement parks
+ Traveling
+ Helping others, especially the less fortunate
+ People who make an effort
- Being touched unexpectedly
- Disrespectful/Loud-mouthed people
- People chewing with a open mouth
- Abuse (Animal/Child/Spousal/Elder/Etc)
- Unsportsmanlike conduct
- Seeing others in pain
- Confrontation, but will step up if necessary
☬ In-Depth Appearance ☬
I stand at a whopping 5'11" and weigh 154 lbs, sporting an athletic build. I have dark brown hair with highlighted ends, and golden-brown eyes to match them. I have slightly bigger hands than the average woman.. always hated that about me, honestly, but tend to come in handy more often than not. My lips are thin and pale, while my skin is sun-kissed and remains clear until around that time of the month in which I break out in small areas on my face.I try to keep my make-up as minimum as possible, never really have been one to use it. All I really use is eyeliner and a bit of mascara. I've got a bit of a Mexican / Native American look to me, and if you heard my name before seeing my face, you'd think you were meeting the wrong person.
Currently, I am wearing a white v-neck undershirt with my grey sweatshirt and brown bomber jacket over it, and thick black jeans with dark brown boots to go with the jacket. And my aviator glasses. Can't forget those, haha. I have a concealed Ka-Bar in my jacket.
☬ Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. ☬
Well, let's see.. I've got quite a few scars, ranging from gunshot wounds, to stab wounds, to old scars from my childhood that cannot actually be seen anymore due to a tattoo now covering them up. I was a very emotionally disturbed child, back in the day, and took it upon my own free will to physically harm myself when my life began to head south. A tattoo of a black wolf now hides those ugly scars on my right thigh. On both feet, I have wolf paws tattooed on. I've always felt a close, sort of 'native connection' to wolves and have seen myself as one for as long as I can remember. A lone wolf, at that. When surrounded by those I love, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. Many other reasons I can relate to wolves, but I'll save that for a later time. Right over my heart, I've got my family tree growing out of it. Crows fleeing from the half barren tree, a sort of symbol for the 'family' that left me behind those many moons ago. On each of my forearms, I have a quote surrounding a ship's wheel and an anchor that reads 'Be the one to guide me but never hold me down'. Each shoulder of mine is covered with black raven wings, and between those resides a tattoo of a small Irish Claddagh just under the base of my neck. As for jewelry and accessories, I wear aviators when out running errands or traveling outdoors. Around my neck, I have a paper crane necklace that my son picked out for me not too long ago. I never take it off. They accompany my dog tags. The ring I wear on my right ring finger is an old ring of my mom's that was actually the engagement ring from my father. They never married, but I kept it after she passed as a reminder of the love I never got to see them in, as a child.
Until We Close Our Eyes For Good
☬ Contents of Suitcase ☬
→ 4 sets of white v-neck short sleeve t-shirts, 2 tank tops, 4 pairs of bras
→ 5 sets of jeans (2 blue, 3 black), 5 pairs of underwear
→ 8 pairs of socks
→ hair brush, a bar of soap, small bottles of conditioner and shampoo
→ 1 small body towel and a single washcloth
→ toothbrush, toothpaste, and small bottle of mouthwash
→ Notebook journal with 2 black ink pens and one red ink pen
→ Collapsible water/food bowl for Coyote
→ Kel-Tec SU-16B (green)
→ Tavor SAR-16 (custom white)
☬ Contents of Carry-On Bag ☬
→ "Light" reading. 'Wolf by Wolf' by Ryan Graudin
→ 2 Dasani water bottles
→ Bag of trail mix and a couple dog bones for Coyote
→ 1 packaged turkey sandwich bought from food court
→ a stuffed animal wolf of my son's that he wanted me to bring, so I could give it back to him when I come home
→ iPod Touch & Earphones
→ Knife
→ Concealed handgun. Beretta M9.
☬ Business or Pleasure? ☬
A bit of both, I guess. I got on this plane to Beijing for some business with some old Marine buddies of mine who reside in China.
☬ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☬
You can say I'm quite the outdoorsman. Before I was in the Marines, I went camping quite often. No bull crap camping, either. Pitching a tent, laying under the stars, making a campfire, defending your camp from bears and coons, kind of camping. All of it. Hiking is also a hobby of mine. My son loves going with me, too. |
9,929 | 277 | 1 | 240 | 420 | Kiki Williams
Interacting with: Dr.Jones
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
Kiki felt pressure over her body, it was difficult to breathe. She felt like she was asleep, or had a fevery head - the type that made you feel like the room was spinning and your body in a freezing ache. The irony taste of blood was in her mouth and her surroundings smelled strongly of fresh blood. Her body was sticky, she could feel her hair matted to the back of her neck. She felt like a kid in the car, pretending to still be asleep after the ride for the sheer reason of wishing it were so. After a moment she pulled herself up a bit, the belt at her waist had cut into her pretty deep. All of her muscles were sore, her neck complained as she attempted to sit up. She looked down herself and patted over what she could reach, she felt like she was in one piece. This blood was definitely not hers. She looked to her left and saw a hand dangling over her shoulder with a simple golden ring on it, the blood had already dried in stripes along the connected fingers.
Kiki's entire body complained as she did a sort of roll to pull herself out from under the body on top of her. She did normal exercise in the mornings, like jogging and yoga, but nothing could compare the soreness in her body right now. She finally ridded her back of the dead weight and watched the man sort of plop to her lap, his other arm thudding on the ground. He lay sideways, his head and arms at strange angles. He had plastic jutting out of his body and the thin airline blanket was soaked with sticky, cold blood. She peeled it off of his body like a sticky wrapping before dropping it at once, she gasped as she pulled her hand away. It looked like his side was turning inside out, the air of his lungs seeping through holes from a broken ribcage.
"Dr.Jones?" she said, her voice just above a whisper. She cleared her throat, the feeling of pine needles having been shoved down them and spoke again, "Dr.Jones," she said more urgently. She knew deep down that there was no way he would respond, even if he somehow survived the trauma to his body, the loss of blood and intense injury would have him comatose for days and maybe weeks. She sobbed like a baloon letting out air, "Dr.Jones..." she was stuck under his body, his twisted body pinning her down into the seat. He had saved her life.
Her neck cracked loudly and she winced as she sat up in an attempt to look over the seats. She held a hand to the back of her neck and looked around. She wondered how long they had been there. It had to be more than 20 minutes but no more than a couple of hours, judging by the blood and body in her lap. She heard some shuffling in the back and her heart skipped a beat. She very carefully turned her body as much as it would, being careful not to turn her neck. | Rebekka (Kiki) Ida Williams
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
”There is no exquisite beauty...without some strangeness in the proportion,” -Edgar Allan Poe
Hello Kitty - Avril Lavigne | Lilly Allen - F😸ck You
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Bones
🐰 Full-Birth Given Name 🐰
Rebekka Ida Williams
🐼 Preferred Name | Nickname 🐼
Kiki
💋 Sex Identification 💋
Female - Bisexual
🚼 Established In 🚼
19 July 1995 - Age 20
💔 Someone Back Home 💔
My cats, but my mum’s taking care of ‘em
🎧 Also Knowing 🎧
After graduating high school at the age of 16 she attended college for four years, double majoring in biology and ecology/evolution/conservation. During this time she was recruited as a field scientist and spent her last three summers in Africa a to work on an evolution project. Her sector mostly handled Zimbabwe and Botswana.
She speaks fluent English and Swedish as well as medical latin, although she’d like to learn more.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Meat
☔ Personality ☔
Kiki doesn’t give a f😸ck. Despite what people might think by her appearance, Kiki is an intelligent and successful human being. She graduated high school early and has earned marks toward being a scientist. She’s even a greenie, eating organic, recycling and is a fan of Green ideas. Green is the new pink. Pink is the new black.
Besides studying, she enjoys quite a bit of music and art, which is how she came across her style. She could never choose if she wanted to be frilly and girly or black and moody so she chose both! She can both scoff with disgust and giggle like a schoolgirl without feeling out of character.
👽 Quirks | Habits 👽
Chewing on pens
Counting to 4 over and over again, steps, breaths and such
Sometimes what she touches in a certain way she feels like she needs to do the same with the other hand
😃 Likes & Dislikes 😨
✔ Science/Knowledge
✔ Discovery
✔ Cats
✔ Cute things!
✔ Cupcakes
✔ Telling people exactly what she’s thinking
✔ Seeing people’s face when they find out what she’s like
✖ Being ignored
✖ Stupidity
✖ People who think that they’re “normal”
✖ Judging by outer appearances
✖ Being told what to do
✖ Pineapples on pizza. Fight me.
💄 In-Depth Appearance 💄
In short, Kiki looks like an angry ball of cotton candy. Her teased, curled up locks of hair stand out from her head and rest on her shoulders. Her dark makeup and plushy pink lips round out the look. Her skin is fair and she has no visible tattoos when wearing regularly fitting clothes. She is short, only about 5’2” but her thick boots boost her an inch. She’s thin, but not bony, weighing about 115lbs. Perhaps the reason that she dresses up her body so much is the fact that she is uncomfortable with it. Her torso is unproportionally long and adversely that makes her legs a bit shorter, adding to the effect that she is stubby. She’s learned to not care and just wear cute skirts instead.
On flight:
Black, oversized jumper - Picture of cat, “Black cats steal hearts not souls”
Spaghetti strap shirt - Floral
Pink, ripped jeans that you can see the socks under
Long socks - Black with pink skulls all the way up
Combat boots - Black
Fingerless gloves - Black
Three thin necklaces of different lengths
Skeleton earrings
Large, round sunglasses - Pink rims
Small black wristlet - ID, Papers, Passport, Money, Cards
Ribbon in hair
Headphones and old iPod nano
👢 Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. 👢
She usually wears chokers, but necklaces are nice, too. Sometimes a ring, bracelet or earrings are thrown into the bunch but she always wears a thin, silver toe ring from her sister.
Tattoos: Abandoned building in moonlight-Right shoulder, Skull with roses exploding from it-Right side ribcage, Cat with floral crown-Left thigh,Galaxy-colored moon-back of neck.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Skin
☣ Contents of Suitcase ☣
To her dismay, most of her (boring) clothing would be provided. They’d tie her up in beige, weather-appropriate clothes and things less offensive to the area. Because of this, she only bothered to pack one of her own outfits along with underwear, an extra sports bra, plain black t-shirts, extra boots and her supplies inside of their own seperate briefcase. She didn’t even bring a cell phone or bother to apply for a weapons permit for the hold as these would all be on-site for her. The only actual “survival” item she bothered to take was a cute canteen that she found with black cats all over it.
Plastic tubes with lids and swabs for samples
Water testing supplies
Small, low-powered microscope
Glass slides
More detailed reading about species of animals and plants in the area
Notecards on tribes and words in their language with a phonetic helper (Hello, I am not dangerous, I am studying nature etc)
Isopropyl alcohol
Agar plates, powdered agar and a single-plate incubator with swabs
College-ruled notebook - .5 inch thick
Small, 2-ounce dropper vials of hydrochloric acid, ascorbic acid, indophenol, Lugol's iodine etc inside of a bulletproof case
Test tubes
💼 Contents of Carry-On Bag 💼
Backpack of Doom:
Comfy sleeping gown - Skeleton design
Small makeup bag - Lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, powder. Pencils and pens in here, too.
Field guide, important notes on species - Book, 2.5 inch thick hardback
Daily journal with ample room for writing - Pink and black stripes
Digital Camera
Wristlet with papers, ID etc.
Solar charger - Can charge her phone in about 5 hours and the camera in 8-12
🍖 Business or Pleasure? 🍖
Business. As an upcoming and knowledgeable biologist, she has been hired toward medicinal advancement involving Tibet. The locals have a surprisingly low number of deaths and diseased persons so her company has sent her to gather what she can in the next three months.
☼ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☽
Although well-acquainted with both, she was last in Africa so she’s a bit sick of it. She’s looking forward to being shut into meetings, labs and monasteries for the first week. Although, that will wear on her as well and she’ll probably enjoy getting dirt on her hands and making rad discoveries.
❤ Role Play Sample ❤
Kiki stood outside of her apartment and chewed her gum as she waited. The taxi from her company should come any minute now. She shifted her weight to her toes and then back to her heels again impatiently. She had already said goodbye to everyone yesterday and pretended that she was leaving just after the party. This was not true, she got a good night's sleep before waking up at 4am to stand outside in the fog for a taxi. Finally, at 04:15 a blue taxi with no light on top pulled around the corner, she waved and they slowly pulled up beside her and rolled the window down. She pulled her headphones around her neck and leaned forward.
“Excuse me, do you know if a Ms.Williams lives here?” a man said in fairly good Swedish as he looked up into the windows above.
She scoffed, “That would be me. Do you see anyone else standing outside with luggage?” she held out her arms, both she and the driver were flabbergasted.
“My apologies, Miss!” he quickly jumped from his seat and met her on the sidewalk, “It’s just, I usually pick up doctors and biologists for this company,” he chuckled, the faintest smell of aftershave on the middle-aged man’s cheeks. “Are you the daughter of someone in the company? If I would have known I would have never made you wait, Miss Will-”
The man stood up as he heard a door shut. She was already sitting in the back with her headphones cupping her ears again. He sighed and placed her carry-on in the back before returning to his seat. She watched with her head resting on the cool window as they drove through the sleepy town. She had only been in her hometown for two weeks but it felt like a lifetime of suffering and enduring her family and their questions. It was quite annoying to explain what she was doing and what she found over and over again and in a simplistic way that they could understand. She was glad to be on the road again.
The neatest thing about going with a company rather than a research team was that she had a card of magic, otherwise known as a credit card. She could use it on essentially anything she wanted, so long as it applied to the mission. If she spent an ungodly amount of money they might look into it but they are covering all of her food, boarding and other various expenses for this trip. Not to mention, she’d be staying with some incredible scientists to work alongside them and learn from them. They’d lead her through everything from their labs to the mountains, teaching her how to make discoveries of her own. Sure, companies were more about finding a use for a discovery but that just added another element to this trip. She was at work, working and it was too good to be true. She bounced as they drove over a bump and groaned. It was an hour ride to the airport and she doesn’t want to think about the amount of time she will spend on a plane.
She didn’t know when she fell asleep but the slowing of the car pulled her out of the light snooze. Her headphones had fallen off of her head and rested on her shoulders. The man was speaking English with someone outside the car. She sat up and leaned forward to see a man in a suit peering back at her, “Ah, you must be Miss Williams!” he was rather obviously American or had spent a lot of time in the country.
She kept a stone cold look, “Yes, that’s me. And you are?” she paused the song that was blaring around her neck.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Dr.Andrew Jones. I’ll be briefing you on your stay in Tibet and prepping you. I’ll also be a kind of chaperone,” his smile was so warm it nearly seemed genuine. She just looked at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. After a moment he clapped his hands together once and walked to the other side of the cab to open her door. She rolled out of the car and walked past him, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. The driver shuffled to the back of the car and gathered her luggage.
It was a long, gruelling wait as she waited for the plane. Dr.Jones here seemed to be able to talk for hours on end. He talked about his family, how he had two little girls,
“The little one’s Sarah, she’s just two,” he pointed to the little girl chewing on a stuffed dog’s ear, “And this is Hannah, she’s six and can already read quite well,”
How he had worked in Tibet for years,
“Beautiful country, Tibet. We’re going to have to take you to the mountains with us, breathtaking views,”
And odd little quirks including a love for birds.
This funny little guy is a hoopoe, and this is the Golden Pheasant, took the picture in western China while working on a blood-clotting plant. Oh and this is the crowned crane, and…
She had to admit, his ambition and energy were inspiring. She didn’t admit it, but she had taken a liking to this guy. Soon they were called to board the plane and found their seats in business class. It was pretty much like coach but with slightly more leg room and you get your food before coach. As she passed the members of coach she saw their grumpy faces, tiredness, and just a general hatred of being here. She noticed some staring, and even what appeared to be American armed service members, judging by the clothing.
She had the privilege of sitting next to the window and having her new guardian on the outside. After her stomach twisted at their ascent, her nerves finally calmed down and they to speak again. And they would be just Dr.Jones.
After some polite conversation, he smacked his lips together, “I almost forgot. I know you passed all of the exams and signed the papers but there’s one last step. I have to quiz you about a few things just to make sure you’re prepared,”
Kiki nods once and slides to turn towards him, pausing her music. He pulls out notecards, “Can you identify this plant?”
“That’s buckwheat,” she said plainly, he asked if it was edible, “Yes, of course. It’s a wheat,” she shook her head. She wondered if this entire “test” would be like this.
“Mustard, edible. Tea leaves, edible. Jasmine, edible. Are you just trying to make me hungry?”
She smiled and they both chuckled. After their test of basic flora, fauna, Buddhism, and geography was over he smiled and turned the paper around, “Not bad, 85%. Pretty average score. Just sign here,” He pointed to a small x at the bottom, “Now you’re officially on the team! Welcome.”
About this time the attendants came around with snacks and drink. After getting in some cheese and crackers with juice she rolled to the side and crumpled a pillow under her neck and dozed off. At some point during the flight she awoke to food on her table again. She looked over to a sleeping Dr.Jones and gladly ate her now-cold pasta and lukewarm salad. She drank down the water, passed the refuse to an attendant and fell back asleep.
An unnerving feeling grew through her stomach. She awoke and clutched at her middle, certain that she had food poisoning. She took off her headphones but it took her a few moment to understand the commentary above her. She looked around, dazed as an orange thing comes toward her face. She looked to Dr.Jones and saw an oxygen mask on him. The pressure in the air didn’t feel like it had dropped, her ears didn’t hurt too bad but the deep dips of the plane flipped her stomach over. Dr.Jones spoke loudly to her, “Bend over and put your arms behind your head, like this!” he proceeded to show her, sitting over in his seat and creating a shell over himself. She immediately copied him just as the plane took another dip, feeling like they were now driving over a very gravely road at a high speed. She gagged and winced as the pressure changed, her ears feeling like they might explode. The dip down hadn’t evened out like it had before, instead getting bumpier and throwing them around violently.
Kiki held on tight to herself but suddenly felt a large arm pull her over and a heavy weight on top of her before the disorienting feeling of tipping filled her body she panicked and then everything went dark at once.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 |
9,930 | 277 | 2 | 2,362 | 1,688 | Angelino Fabbro
Interacting With {} No One Specific
He was floating.Lighter than air. Non existing. His conscious wrapped in a comfortable haze. Nearly as if he was sinking into a dream. Unaware of anything it felt just a bit darker. A pang of something flashed over him, jogging his mind to slow down. Or start up. He couldnt tell. He wanted to wake up, but instead of the thunder he would usually hear there was a hum. His eyes blinked.
In that moment all of his world shrunk to one point. The damaged looking metal over his head. His awareness snapped like hit by a whip and pain flooded him. He felt sick and barely hold himself from throwing up. He whimpered. Memories jumped in a nearly urgent fashion, replaying the last few minutes before ... before the crash. Turbulences, screams, being shaken and thrown around like a lose toy in a box. The only thing keeping him in the seat the belt. In a reflexive motion Angelino pulled a deep breath. A little voice in his head remarked that was a good sign that he could do that. If his lungs were pierced that probably wouldnt be possible. He hold it and released. He repeated it, there was a lot of pain. He did it a third time and felt his body relax. The stiff muscles shivering, the feeling taking away most of the edge of panic that he felt.
He could keep himself relatively calm now. He reopened his eyes once more. And moved his hands to the head. There was something dripping in his left eye. Touching the substance he saw it being blood. That explained the headache, he must have hit his head during the fall. He slowly and controlled released a breath. Then was it when he moved his head very carefully. His back must have been bruised but beside slightly spinning and minus the global pain, he felt good.
Good, yeah. Totally my lucky day. He turned his head to the old woman who sat beside the window and froze. The asian lady with grey hair, didnt move. Yet her eyes were wide open, staring at empty. She looked nearly serene. Angelinos stomach flipped and in a swift motion that his head didnt approve he turned over the other side and thrown up the airplane food. It was the first time he saw a dead body. He was shaking, his heart racing. Closing his eyes to not look at the blood and other possible dead bodies. He forced his mind into himself. Panicking is bad, deep breaths slow heart beats.
Press something on your head, for that bleeding. Angelino followed that instruction and pulled the napkin from lunch that stayed with him. Pressing it against the place where his head hurt the most. His ears picked on some crying and movement. Words.
"Hey?" He tried to alert that yes he was alive as well. ANd having no idea what to say after that. Any question seemed extremely improparated. | Angelino Fabbro
Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes ... but no plans. -Peter F. Drucker
REM - Everybody Hurts | New Perspective- Panic! at the disco
Basic
{} Full-Birth Given Name {}
Angelino Lapo Fabbro
{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}
Angelino. To close friends and family goes as Lapo as well.
{} Sex Identification {}
Male bi
{} Established In {}
Age: 36
Birthday: 14 January
{} Someone Back Home {}
Divorced for a year. Has a 6 year old boy, named Daniel. Staying with the mother. He sees him regularly.
{} Also Knowing {}
At the end of high school Angelino suffered depression. He went to college to satisfy his parents. Yet it was the collage surrounding where he got in touch with people who approached life differently. He was exposed to meditation, new age, lucid dreaming and others. During his freshman year he relaxed and opened himself up. Having several short lived relationships with both genders. Experimenting with everything offered during this time he got a tattoo of his soul animal on his shoulder blade.
During the end of his second year though he realized he wanted to finish college and find a job that would let him travel. So he put his mind to it and started catching up with school. He finished it on time and pleased with himself starting a life full of possibilities he tried to make it on his own. But quickly realized that its not easy having his own business. Lack of money h=made him search a job in a bigger company. That worked out.
On one of his days off in a club he meet his wife. It was a passionate love, fast and like a tornado. Things moved fast and faster and in two years since he first meet her he proposed and they got married. It was a blissful time. But thinking back there were signs it wouldnt work out. He ignored them. Once their son Daniel was born, Angelino throw himself head first into being a good father, yet he couldnt be there as much as he wanted. He traveled a lot, thanks to his job. The times he was home though always felt restrictive. His wife wanted to know everything, and lacked trust. Not listening and becoming more and more demanding. Angelino would think back wondering if he should have done more? But what more could he do? He couldnt figure the answer out.
When their boy was 4 years old things failed apart. Angelino felt suffocating, as he payed attention to every word he spoke and the way he spoke it to please his love. In a burst of daring, rebelling, wanting to hurt her and alcohol he slept with a man. Not any man but a work collage from his wife job. It was a discovery for his wife that he swung both ways. She tried to fix him and their relationship. Angelino went along feeling like the biggest ass and jerk for what he did to her and his son. A year so long they tried but it only got worse.
The divorce followed. And Angelino decided to pull himself away from it all. Five weeks after divorce when he was visiting Daniel his now ex wife introduced him to her new boyfriend. A younger man by a few years, and looking upstanding. Angelino didnt allow himself to think anything of that. Or how fast it happened. He just let it be as it is. Refocusing on finding out what he wants from now on in his life. Now a year later he is sure he is over his ex, and healed enough to look at the world positively again.
About
{} Personality {}
Angelino takes care of his time, its just so many hours given to each of us it would be a crime wasting them. He is punctual person. Yet he is not a person who stress over things. Preferring to not burden himself with that, instead looking at the rational or practical side of situations. This at times makes him look cruel or cold to others. Even if thats far from truth. He has talent for learning languages and up till now he speaks english, mandarin, italian fluently. As a bunch of other languages understand and speaks enough for basic communications. He listen to his gut feeling on occasion and considers it in his decision making. As a child he dreamed of becoming a adventure. He did end up traveling the world, but an adventure he doesnt want any longer. Life is hard enough without aliens and dragons.
{} Quirks | Habits {}
A habit he has is to control his breathing when he feels angry to not let that emotion take over. He tends to pull on the skin of his chin when he is deeply in thoughts. A habit he takes care off is his doing small reality checks, to help with his lucid dreams.
{} Likes & Dislikes {}
+Rock Music
+Scifi and Fantasy shows
+Exploration games, make your own adventure.
+A good book to read in down time
+Likes hot chocolate and tea.
+Prefers a more vegan style of diet, but makes zero problems at eating meat.
+Learning new languages.
+Likes clubs.
-Time wasting
-Soup operas/Pointless drama
-Greasy food
-Rainy days
-Dogs, he prefers cats.
{} In-Depth Appearance {}
He is quite tall, with dark chocolate brown hair, that is resilient to the touch. He keeps it short in a simple and easy to take care off hair style. His eyes are a light brown with a few hints of grey and green. That can be seen in the right light. He is a healthy eater even if he isnt exercising it lead to him be having a fine build. He is most of the time a calm and collected person, during his job time he is always smiling pleasantly and welcoming but at times it doesnt reach his eyes. Off job it a different matter. He isnt afraid to show his emotion on his face. Annoyance, boredom, irritations can all be spotted with quite a easy. Even more so it means when he smiles he truly means it. When he walks he likes to take his time and take the world in, seeing the people around him. He is as well a organised and orderly person who likes to look presentable. One can never guess what meeting the life will give you at any time.
At the day of the travel he wears: light brown jacket and warm nice looking black slacks, with a light long sleeve button up shirt under the jacket. He always wears a white undershirt and likes socks with a motive around the rim. His shoes are standard brown dress shoes.
{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}
A sport watch able to show three time zones. One is always set at home.
And if this pic doesnt work then here is an alternative design.
That is a thing he is not happy his student self did. Still he left it. At times forgetting he even has it.
Travel on
{} Contents of Suitcase {}
A suit for business meeting.
Pajama, sets of undergarments and socks.
The book Clockwork Orange, which he finnish reading.
A set of cloths for going out in less formal occasions.
Set of light clothing for warmer weather.
And a cap and scarf for colder, as well as an umbrella.
The bathroom hygiene that isnt allowed in the carry on bag.
A extra pair of shoes.
Hair dryer and a second pair of towels.
{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}
A handbag.
-Documents folder
-Work laptop and charger/adapters
-A Den Simon book
-A thicker shirt for changing.
-A pair of jeans
-A set of clean underwear (because he had experience with losing bags.)
-Basic hygiene and a towel
{} Business or Pleasure? {}
Business trip. He was looking up location for moving productions for the company he is working on. Calculating costs and trying to spot the cheapest place with best benefits.
{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}
Angelino is more of an indoor person. But thanks to his family and the traditional yearly camping trips, that he grow up with, he knows a few things. Well more like he remembers from his childhood a few things.
{} Role Play Sample {}
Angelino dreamt. He knew so much when he was in the dream. Speaking to a person and enjoying the sea wind and warm sun. It didnt matter who it was in the end, just that they were there. The sky a deep blue melting away with the blue of the sea. He smiled, the feeling of peace and happiness was overflowing. Turning around he shared a glass of wine with the person, who just culdnt keep a stable form. Only wearing a white button up and khaki pants. He knew he couldnt decide what he wanted. A year later and he still couldnt. It didnt matter in his dream.
A thunder cut the clear sky and Lapo sighed. Promising to return once more. Opening his eyes he was greeted to the darkness and the buzzing of his alarm. He was a lucid sleeper. And Angelino would always be happy towards his student self for learning that skill. He replayed the dream in his mind for a few moments. That done he sat up rubbing his face. He had to catch a plane. His hotel room appearing slightly strange in the darkness. Feeling uncomfortable he turned the lights on and hurried himself to the morning routine.
Dressed he checked his briefcase. Looking at the papers he needed for his job. Finding good and cheep locations to move productions over. Making the deals in countries all across the world. Ensuring his company would get the best cut. It was a good paying job and traveling the world sounds cool in theory. In pracsis, he saw a lot of hotel rooms and tries a lot of hotel food. He wasnt there for his boy or his wife as much as he... He stopped his mind going there. It was done. All documents were in place and he didnt forget any clothing piece either.
The checkout was quick and the taxi didnt let him wait too long in the night. Angelino sat down and the driver did his job. He could see himself in the back mirror. His light brown jacket and warm nice looking black slacks, suited him well. He even got a bit of color in his face. He looked good. His lip curved a bit, he felt good with himself. The songs from radio playing in a foreign tongue he knew little about. "Hey, may I ask how long till the airport?"
"30 to 40. There isnt any traffic at this hour."
Angelino hummed, moments of silence passed before he asked about the mark of the car and started a light conversation with the driver. It was nothing special, just to fill in the time. Angelino noted that the man was a bit his type. He counted that as a positive sign to recovery. They arrived at the airport faster than he noticed. In a good mood he fetched his briefcase and kofer and went down the halls. He knew airports like the back of his pocket. The lady on the ticket booth smiled at him professionally and he moved to where she pointed him. Passport and check in all went smoothly.
Maybe he wondered once he was entering the plane and searching his seat. Maybe my lucky star will shine on me today. He didnt got the window seat, yet he didnt mind. Instead with his eyes he explored the other passengers. Just letting his eyes wander and being relaxed. The plane ride will take quite a while. Maybe he could fetch a gift for Daniel once he lands. That sounded like a good plan, seeing the boy happy smile was worth it. |
9,931 | 277 | 3 | 1,267 | 67 | Interacting With: KcKenna Knowles
"What the fuck? I'm alive?!" groaned Isaac.
Isaac quickly checked all over his body for injuries, and seeing that all limbs, fingers, and toes were accounted for, Isaac quickly went to work unstrapping the seat belts and throwing away the oxygen mask that covered his mouth. Though his body hurt like none other, Isaac jumped up from his seat triumphantly and shouted with a loud and thunderous "airborne!" But once the thrill of being alive worn away he was left with a deafening silence that overcame him. Bodies and blood were everywhere. It had not been the first time he had seen bodies, and in fact, a lot of them were in better shape now than bodies in the 'Stan (a 40 mm grenade from an M320 will make short work out of anyone). But it did not lessen the impact of seeing these corpses, corpses of your fellow countrymen, Americans, foreign civilians, and flight personnel strewn about the floor. Then he felt shame. Shame that he, out of all these people, good people, survived unscathed. It certainly looked like some of them suffered greatly before death. Isaac closed his eyes and said a small prayer for their souls.
After grabbing his own bag and looking through the contents, Isaac began grabbing other bags from the overhead and throwing them to the center of the isle. He would pilfer the insides later depending on how long it would take before rescue arrives. If rescue was even coming, he would leave them alone. No sense in stealing from the dead. But, if worse comes to worse, he would need everything he can get to stay alive wherever the Hell he was.
"Anyone there?"
So he was not the only survivor.
"Yo!" he called. "Can you hear me? I'm alive over here. Who else is still breathing?" | Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death. - Sun Tzu
Machine Gun Funk - The Notorious B.I.G | Demons - The National
Full-Birth Given Name
Isaac Charles Arnaud
Preferred Name | Nickname
Arnaud
Sex Identification
Male | Heterosexual
Established In
23 Years old | Born February 11
Someone Back Home
Has a mother, father, and little sister back home.
Also Knowing
Born in San Antonio, Texas to a Haitian father and French mother, Isaac was always an ambiguous child to many. He grew up in a stable home environment and an even more stable learning environment. Most would consider is background boring, and they would be right. He never had to struggle in life as his parents were middle class. And though he did not have expensive or fancy things other kids did, he certainly had more in his life than others. He attended the University of Texas at San Antonio but dropped out in his junior year as he absolutely hated being in college. Though it was a disappointment to his parents, they still loved and cared for him.
When he was 21 he joined the United States Army as airborne infantry. His first duty station was Fort Richardson Alaska to the 4th Brigade Combat Team (Airborne) 25th Infantry Division. There, he learned many things from basic arctic survival to airborne and infantry operations. It is also here that he developed many of the 'fine' habits he carries today (such as excessive smoking, complaining, and cursing like a madman).
Personality
On the outside Isaac Arnaud is just a regular guy. Helpful to a certain degree and will always lend a hand if asked to. He will not bother others unless provoked and is not afraid of resorting to violence to solve problems. But he prefers to keep things civil between himself and others. Isaac does not believe in babysitting people and is annoyed easily by those who have no motivation to help themselves. On the inside Isaac is a very arrogant person who keeps his thoughts to himself. He believes himself to be above others physically, but knows mentally he is likely at the bottom of the totem poll. Think of him as a closeted asshole.
Quirks | Habits
Likes to bite the inside of his cheek, spits on the ground when bored, and complains a lot.
Likes & Dislikes
+ Tobacco
+ Energy Drinks
+ Shamming
+ Sleeping In
+ Drinking to Excess
+ Hunting/Fishing
+ Strip Clubs
+ Counting his ETS date
- Effeminate men
- The Weak
- Those Unwilling to Try
- Cold Weather
- The Army
In-Depth Appearance
Isaac stands 6'2 with an athletic body frame from years of physical training in the army. He has large hazel colored eyes and an ambiguous skin tone leaving many wondering what his ethnicity is. His hair is usually cut with a mid-fade, but being on permissive leave has let stubble form on his face. On the flight he wore comfortable clothing consisting of a pair of black jeans, steel-toe hiking boots, a flannel shirt, and a comfortable brown canvas jacket on top.
Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc.
He has a cheap watch on his left wrist that's set to 24 hour time.
Contents of Suitcase
Five pairs of clothes, extra sets of socks and undergarments, a few winter jackets here and there, laptop plus charger, and a Bowie knife from home locked in a strong box.
Contents of Carry-On Bag
Black SOC backpack with a single complete set of clothes, fifty feet of 550 cord tied in a daisy chain, ID tags, ID card, leave form, phone and charger, zippo lighter (somehow made it past security), cigarettes and dip.
Business or Pleasure?
Pleasure, returning to place of duty from leave.
Indoor or Outdoor Type?
Outdoors. Loves to hike, fish, and hunt. No experience rock climbing or hunting with a bow.
Role Play Sample
If there was one thing Isaac wanted to do, returning back to base was last on that list. He sighed heavily as he took his seat near the window and attempted to mentally prepare himself for the days ahead of him. He got lucky his command approved his leave form to attend his friend's destination wedding (an expensive one at that) and he knew he was all out of favors. At least his friends from his unit were waiting for him to return back home. Barracks life sucks, but when you have good people around you, it can make your time in the army a pleasurable one (even if there is no pleasure about being in the army). His hazel eyes glanced out the window beside him observing the tarmac. Thoughts of static line jumps popped into his head further increasing his sense of oncoming dread.
His expiration term of service was coming up, and despite the opportunities the Army Career and Alumni Program provides, he has no idea what exactly he wants to do once he gets out of the military. Thoughts of reenlisting popped up in his mind, but his days of doing dumb things in the name of busy work made him anxious that any next duty station would be any better. But who was he convincing? He knew deep down he would probably try to reenlist for Italy with the 173rd Airborne. His eyes ran through the headlines in the news. Protests, progressive leftism, continuous debates about things he had never concerned himself with confused him. Isaac did not belong in the civilian world, rather, he knew he would have trouble adapting and reintegrating himself back in the land of the free. He was used to the concrete and predictable structure the army provided. And as much as he complains about the army, he was familiar with it.
Images of being out of place in the country he swore to protect terrified him to a great extent. The feeling that he had not done enough with his life, that he wasted precious years fighting in a hellhole with nothing to show for it, caused deep thoughts of inadequacy to plague his mind. If he were to be honest, he felt like he was left behind. Friends from college and high school were already beginning great careers, traveling the world, getting married, and building their families. It made his own life feel pathetic in comparison. What did he have to show for it? A few combat deployments and a whole lot of bad memories. Isaac is definitely skipping his high school reunion.
“I just want to disappear,” he thought. |
9,932 | 277 | 4 | 240 | 420 | Kiki Williams
Interacting with:
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
Kiki turned and her mouth fell slightly agape. The cabin broken, splashed with blood and bodies. She dry-heaved, sending a terrible wrenching through her neck. Her whole body began to shake as her brain began to pull out of its haze, she took in her grin surroundings. Her heart ached. Just seeing all of these people who were alive just before, talking, kicking the backs of seats, going to see their family. A lump caught in her throat. She looked out one of the windows on the other side to grimly assess th-
"Airborne!"
Her heart leapt into panic and she jerked back, resulting in her body disagreeing with the sudden movement. She groaned under her breath, "Jesus fucking Christ..." she said as she lay a hand over her heart. Of all the things to do at a solemn moment like this, shouting the name of a vitamin company would be the last on her mind. Nonetheless, she twisted and did a sort of half-stand, looking behind her to where all the rustling was coming from.
"Yo! Can you hear me? I'm alive over here. Who else is still breathing?"
She rolled her eyes, the first action that her body hadn't punished her for. She spoke hoarsely but sternly, "Stop jumping around you idiot, we could be just barely balanced or on the edge of something," she would have said more about the dangers of being a total donkey but she needed the guy's help. Her voice shook just as her body did, "Can you come help me?" she looked down at poor Dr.Jones as she was pinned to her seat. | Rebekka (Kiki) Ida Williams
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
”There is no exquisite beauty...without some strangeness in the proportion,” -Edgar Allan Poe
Hello Kitty - Avril Lavigne | Lilly Allen - F😸ck You
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Bones
🐰 Full-Birth Given Name 🐰
Rebekka Ida Williams
🐼 Preferred Name | Nickname 🐼
Kiki
💋 Sex Identification 💋
Female - Bisexual
🚼 Established In 🚼
19 July 1995 - Age 20
💔 Someone Back Home 💔
My cats, but my mum’s taking care of ‘em
🎧 Also Knowing 🎧
After graduating high school at the age of 16 she attended college for four years, double majoring in biology and ecology/evolution/conservation. During this time she was recruited as a field scientist and spent her last three summers in Africa a to work on an evolution project. Her sector mostly handled Zimbabwe and Botswana.
She speaks fluent English and Swedish as well as medical latin, although she’d like to learn more.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Meat
☔ Personality ☔
Kiki doesn’t give a f😸ck. Despite what people might think by her appearance, Kiki is an intelligent and successful human being. She graduated high school early and has earned marks toward being a scientist. She’s even a greenie, eating organic, recycling and is a fan of Green ideas. Green is the new pink. Pink is the new black.
Besides studying, she enjoys quite a bit of music and art, which is how she came across her style. She could never choose if she wanted to be frilly and girly or black and moody so she chose both! She can both scoff with disgust and giggle like a schoolgirl without feeling out of character.
👽 Quirks | Habits 👽
Chewing on pens
Counting to 4 over and over again, steps, breaths and such
Sometimes what she touches in a certain way she feels like she needs to do the same with the other hand
😃 Likes & Dislikes 😨
✔ Science/Knowledge
✔ Discovery
✔ Cats
✔ Cute things!
✔ Cupcakes
✔ Telling people exactly what she’s thinking
✔ Seeing people’s face when they find out what she’s like
✖ Being ignored
✖ Stupidity
✖ People who think that they’re “normal”
✖ Judging by outer appearances
✖ Being told what to do
✖ Pineapples on pizza. Fight me.
💄 In-Depth Appearance 💄
In short, Kiki looks like an angry ball of cotton candy. Her teased, curled up locks of hair stand out from her head and rest on her shoulders. Her dark makeup and plushy pink lips round out the look. Her skin is fair and she has no visible tattoos when wearing regularly fitting clothes. She is short, only about 5’2” but her thick boots boost her an inch. She’s thin, but not bony, weighing about 115lbs. Perhaps the reason that she dresses up her body so much is the fact that she is uncomfortable with it. Her torso is unproportionally long and adversely that makes her legs a bit shorter, adding to the effect that she is stubby. She’s learned to not care and just wear cute skirts instead.
On flight:
Black, oversized jumper - Picture of cat, “Black cats steal hearts not souls”
Spaghetti strap shirt - Floral
Pink, ripped jeans that you can see the socks under
Long socks - Black with pink skulls all the way up
Combat boots - Black
Fingerless gloves - Black
Three thin necklaces of different lengths
Skeleton earrings
Large, round sunglasses - Pink rims
Small black wristlet - ID, Papers, Passport, Money, Cards
Ribbon in hair
Headphones and old iPod nano
👢 Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. 👢
She usually wears chokers, but necklaces are nice, too. Sometimes a ring, bracelet or earrings are thrown into the bunch but she always wears a thin, silver toe ring from her sister.
Tattoos: Abandoned building in moonlight-Right shoulder, Skull with roses exploding from it-Right side ribcage, Cat with floral crown-Left thigh,Galaxy-colored moon-back of neck.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Skin
☣ Contents of Suitcase ☣
To her dismay, most of her (boring) clothing would be provided. They’d tie her up in beige, weather-appropriate clothes and things less offensive to the area. Because of this, she only bothered to pack one of her own outfits along with underwear, an extra sports bra, plain black t-shirts, extra boots and her supplies inside of their own seperate briefcase. She didn’t even bring a cell phone or bother to apply for a weapons permit for the hold as these would all be on-site for her. The only actual “survival” item she bothered to take was a cute canteen that she found with black cats all over it.
Plastic tubes with lids and swabs for samples
Water testing supplies
Small, low-powered microscope
Glass slides
More detailed reading about species of animals and plants in the area
Notecards on tribes and words in their language with a phonetic helper (Hello, I am not dangerous, I am studying nature etc)
Isopropyl alcohol
Agar plates, powdered agar and a single-plate incubator with swabs
College-ruled notebook - .5 inch thick
Small, 2-ounce dropper vials of hydrochloric acid, ascorbic acid, indophenol, Lugol's iodine etc inside of a bulletproof case
Test tubes
💼 Contents of Carry-On Bag 💼
Backpack of Doom:
Comfy sleeping gown - Skeleton design
Small makeup bag - Lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, powder. Pencils and pens in here, too.
Field guide, important notes on species - Book, 2.5 inch thick hardback
Daily journal with ample room for writing - Pink and black stripes
Digital Camera
Wristlet with papers, ID etc.
Solar charger - Can charge her phone in about 5 hours and the camera in 8-12
🍖 Business or Pleasure? 🍖
Business. As an upcoming and knowledgeable biologist, she has been hired toward medicinal advancement involving Tibet. The locals have a surprisingly low number of deaths and diseased persons so her company has sent her to gather what she can in the next three months.
☼ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☽
Although well-acquainted with both, she was last in Africa so she’s a bit sick of it. She’s looking forward to being shut into meetings, labs and monasteries for the first week. Although, that will wear on her as well and she’ll probably enjoy getting dirt on her hands and making rad discoveries.
❤ Role Play Sample ❤
Kiki stood outside of her apartment and chewed her gum as she waited. The taxi from her company should come any minute now. She shifted her weight to her toes and then back to her heels again impatiently. She had already said goodbye to everyone yesterday and pretended that she was leaving just after the party. This was not true, she got a good night's sleep before waking up at 4am to stand outside in the fog for a taxi. Finally, at 04:15 a blue taxi with no light on top pulled around the corner, she waved and they slowly pulled up beside her and rolled the window down. She pulled her headphones around her neck and leaned forward.
“Excuse me, do you know if a Ms.Williams lives here?” a man said in fairly good Swedish as he looked up into the windows above.
She scoffed, “That would be me. Do you see anyone else standing outside with luggage?” she held out her arms, both she and the driver were flabbergasted.
“My apologies, Miss!” he quickly jumped from his seat and met her on the sidewalk, “It’s just, I usually pick up doctors and biologists for this company,” he chuckled, the faintest smell of aftershave on the middle-aged man’s cheeks. “Are you the daughter of someone in the company? If I would have known I would have never made you wait, Miss Will-”
The man stood up as he heard a door shut. She was already sitting in the back with her headphones cupping her ears again. He sighed and placed her carry-on in the back before returning to his seat. She watched with her head resting on the cool window as they drove through the sleepy town. She had only been in her hometown for two weeks but it felt like a lifetime of suffering and enduring her family and their questions. It was quite annoying to explain what she was doing and what she found over and over again and in a simplistic way that they could understand. She was glad to be on the road again.
The neatest thing about going with a company rather than a research team was that she had a card of magic, otherwise known as a credit card. She could use it on essentially anything she wanted, so long as it applied to the mission. If she spent an ungodly amount of money they might look into it but they are covering all of her food, boarding and other various expenses for this trip. Not to mention, she’d be staying with some incredible scientists to work alongside them and learn from them. They’d lead her through everything from their labs to the mountains, teaching her how to make discoveries of her own. Sure, companies were more about finding a use for a discovery but that just added another element to this trip. She was at work, working and it was too good to be true. She bounced as they drove over a bump and groaned. It was an hour ride to the airport and she doesn’t want to think about the amount of time she will spend on a plane.
She didn’t know when she fell asleep but the slowing of the car pulled her out of the light snooze. Her headphones had fallen off of her head and rested on her shoulders. The man was speaking English with someone outside the car. She sat up and leaned forward to see a man in a suit peering back at her, “Ah, you must be Miss Williams!” he was rather obviously American or had spent a lot of time in the country.
She kept a stone cold look, “Yes, that’s me. And you are?” she paused the song that was blaring around her neck.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Dr.Andrew Jones. I’ll be briefing you on your stay in Tibet and prepping you. I’ll also be a kind of chaperone,” his smile was so warm it nearly seemed genuine. She just looked at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. After a moment he clapped his hands together once and walked to the other side of the cab to open her door. She rolled out of the car and walked past him, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. The driver shuffled to the back of the car and gathered her luggage.
It was a long, gruelling wait as she waited for the plane. Dr.Jones here seemed to be able to talk for hours on end. He talked about his family, how he had two little girls,
“The little one’s Sarah, she’s just two,” he pointed to the little girl chewing on a stuffed dog’s ear, “And this is Hannah, she’s six and can already read quite well,”
How he had worked in Tibet for years,
“Beautiful country, Tibet. We’re going to have to take you to the mountains with us, breathtaking views,”
And odd little quirks including a love for birds.
This funny little guy is a hoopoe, and this is the Golden Pheasant, took the picture in western China while working on a blood-clotting plant. Oh and this is the crowned crane, and…
She had to admit, his ambition and energy were inspiring. She didn’t admit it, but she had taken a liking to this guy. Soon they were called to board the plane and found their seats in business class. It was pretty much like coach but with slightly more leg room and you get your food before coach. As she passed the members of coach she saw their grumpy faces, tiredness, and just a general hatred of being here. She noticed some staring, and even what appeared to be American armed service members, judging by the clothing.
She had the privilege of sitting next to the window and having her new guardian on the outside. After her stomach twisted at their ascent, her nerves finally calmed down and they to speak again. And they would be just Dr.Jones.
After some polite conversation, he smacked his lips together, “I almost forgot. I know you passed all of the exams and signed the papers but there’s one last step. I have to quiz you about a few things just to make sure you’re prepared,”
Kiki nods once and slides to turn towards him, pausing her music. He pulls out notecards, “Can you identify this plant?”
“That’s buckwheat,” she said plainly, he asked if it was edible, “Yes, of course. It’s a wheat,” she shook her head. She wondered if this entire “test” would be like this.
“Mustard, edible. Tea leaves, edible. Jasmine, edible. Are you just trying to make me hungry?”
She smiled and they both chuckled. After their test of basic flora, fauna, Buddhism, and geography was over he smiled and turned the paper around, “Not bad, 85%. Pretty average score. Just sign here,” He pointed to a small x at the bottom, “Now you’re officially on the team! Welcome.”
About this time the attendants came around with snacks and drink. After getting in some cheese and crackers with juice she rolled to the side and crumpled a pillow under her neck and dozed off. At some point during the flight she awoke to food on her table again. She looked over to a sleeping Dr.Jones and gladly ate her now-cold pasta and lukewarm salad. She drank down the water, passed the refuse to an attendant and fell back asleep.
An unnerving feeling grew through her stomach. She awoke and clutched at her middle, certain that she had food poisoning. She took off her headphones but it took her a few moment to understand the commentary above her. She looked around, dazed as an orange thing comes toward her face. She looked to Dr.Jones and saw an oxygen mask on him. The pressure in the air didn’t feel like it had dropped, her ears didn’t hurt too bad but the deep dips of the plane flipped her stomach over. Dr.Jones spoke loudly to her, “Bend over and put your arms behind your head, like this!” he proceeded to show her, sitting over in his seat and creating a shell over himself. She immediately copied him just as the plane took another dip, feeling like they were now driving over a very gravely road at a high speed. She gagged and winced as the pressure changed, her ears feeling like they might explode. The dip down hadn’t evened out like it had before, instead getting bumpier and throwing them around violently.
Kiki held on tight to herself but suddenly felt a large arm pull her over and a heavy weight on top of her before the disorienting feeling of tipping filled her body she panicked and then everything went dark at once.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 |
9,933 | 277 | 5 | 1,267 | 67 | Interacting With: Rebekka Williams
His hands were still shaking from the adrenaline of survival. Isaac could barely insert the key into the keyhole of his lock box, and clipping his sheathe onto his belt became a ridiculously difficult task. He wiped his nose with his thumb and did a quick survey around him. It definitely was a grim scene. He had been trained in numerous survival scenarios, but surviving a plane crash was not one of them. One would think the army would train airborne infantry units on procedures after surviving a plane crash. Guess not.
“Stop jumping around you idiot, we could be just barely balanced or on the edge of something.”
Another voice called out to him different from the first. That accounts for two survivors. And one of them was more snippy than the other. But despite the aggressiveness in her voice, there was reason behind it. Being balanced on an edge was not something Isaac had accounted for. But he assumed if they had not fallen already the plane was fine.
“Can you come help me?”
“Yeah, give me a sec.”
Isaac slung his carry-on bag over his shoulder and left his luggage in his seat. He moved through the center isle to where the voice originated from a bit further ahead of the plane. Initially he just stepped on the bodies that were in his way without another thought, but as he thought about his situation, it felt rather disrespectful. He began to step over them and attempted to make as little contact with the corpses and strewn parts as much as possible.
The paratrooper spotted the person who called out to him pinned in her seat underneath a corpse. She had a wild look about her, something very different compared to the conservative nature of the military and its dress regulations. He cocked his head for a moment as he studied the corpse on her. The body's seat belt held onto it firmly. She was all bloodied up as well, but guessing by the sound of her voice, she was more shaken than gravely injured.
“Alight, let's get that dead weight off of you,” joked Isaac.
Isaac pulled the corpse upwards, let the upper torso hang freely in the isle, and went to work at the seat belt. The buckle was obviously not functional. Either it was broken or something inside it was snagging on the release. With his Bowie knife, Isaac began to saw through the belt and in a few minutes the corpse was free. “Voilà,” he mumbled as he pulled the body into the isle.
“You seriously injured?” he asked as he dropped the corpse. | Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death. - Sun Tzu
Machine Gun Funk - The Notorious B.I.G | Demons - The National
Full-Birth Given Name
Isaac Charles Arnaud
Preferred Name | Nickname
Arnaud
Sex Identification
Male | Heterosexual
Established In
23 Years old | Born February 11
Someone Back Home
Has a mother, father, and little sister back home.
Also Knowing
Born in San Antonio, Texas to a Haitian father and French mother, Isaac was always an ambiguous child to many. He grew up in a stable home environment and an even more stable learning environment. Most would consider is background boring, and they would be right. He never had to struggle in life as his parents were middle class. And though he did not have expensive or fancy things other kids did, he certainly had more in his life than others. He attended the University of Texas at San Antonio but dropped out in his junior year as he absolutely hated being in college. Though it was a disappointment to his parents, they still loved and cared for him.
When he was 21 he joined the United States Army as airborne infantry. His first duty station was Fort Richardson Alaska to the 4th Brigade Combat Team (Airborne) 25th Infantry Division. There, he learned many things from basic arctic survival to airborne and infantry operations. It is also here that he developed many of the 'fine' habits he carries today (such as excessive smoking, complaining, and cursing like a madman).
Personality
On the outside Isaac Arnaud is just a regular guy. Helpful to a certain degree and will always lend a hand if asked to. He will not bother others unless provoked and is not afraid of resorting to violence to solve problems. But he prefers to keep things civil between himself and others. Isaac does not believe in babysitting people and is annoyed easily by those who have no motivation to help themselves. On the inside Isaac is a very arrogant person who keeps his thoughts to himself. He believes himself to be above others physically, but knows mentally he is likely at the bottom of the totem poll. Think of him as a closeted asshole.
Quirks | Habits
Likes to bite the inside of his cheek, spits on the ground when bored, and complains a lot.
Likes & Dislikes
+ Tobacco
+ Energy Drinks
+ Shamming
+ Sleeping In
+ Drinking to Excess
+ Hunting/Fishing
+ Strip Clubs
+ Counting his ETS date
- Effeminate men
- The Weak
- Those Unwilling to Try
- Cold Weather
- The Army
In-Depth Appearance
Isaac stands 6'2 with an athletic body frame from years of physical training in the army. He has large hazel colored eyes and an ambiguous skin tone leaving many wondering what his ethnicity is. His hair is usually cut with a mid-fade, but being on permissive leave has let stubble form on his face. On the flight he wore comfortable clothing consisting of a pair of black jeans, steel-toe hiking boots, a flannel shirt, and a comfortable brown canvas jacket on top.
Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc.
He has a cheap watch on his left wrist that's set to 24 hour time.
Contents of Suitcase
Five pairs of clothes, extra sets of socks and undergarments, a few winter jackets here and there, laptop plus charger, and a Bowie knife from home locked in a strong box.
Contents of Carry-On Bag
Black SOC backpack with a single complete set of clothes, fifty feet of 550 cord tied in a daisy chain, ID tags, ID card, leave form, phone and charger, zippo lighter (somehow made it past security), cigarettes and dip.
Business or Pleasure?
Pleasure, returning to place of duty from leave.
Indoor or Outdoor Type?
Outdoors. Loves to hike, fish, and hunt. No experience rock climbing or hunting with a bow.
Role Play Sample
If there was one thing Isaac wanted to do, returning back to base was last on that list. He sighed heavily as he took his seat near the window and attempted to mentally prepare himself for the days ahead of him. He got lucky his command approved his leave form to attend his friend's destination wedding (an expensive one at that) and he knew he was all out of favors. At least his friends from his unit were waiting for him to return back home. Barracks life sucks, but when you have good people around you, it can make your time in the army a pleasurable one (even if there is no pleasure about being in the army). His hazel eyes glanced out the window beside him observing the tarmac. Thoughts of static line jumps popped into his head further increasing his sense of oncoming dread.
His expiration term of service was coming up, and despite the opportunities the Army Career and Alumni Program provides, he has no idea what exactly he wants to do once he gets out of the military. Thoughts of reenlisting popped up in his mind, but his days of doing dumb things in the name of busy work made him anxious that any next duty station would be any better. But who was he convincing? He knew deep down he would probably try to reenlist for Italy with the 173rd Airborne. His eyes ran through the headlines in the news. Protests, progressive leftism, continuous debates about things he had never concerned himself with confused him. Isaac did not belong in the civilian world, rather, he knew he would have trouble adapting and reintegrating himself back in the land of the free. He was used to the concrete and predictable structure the army provided. And as much as he complains about the army, he was familiar with it.
Images of being out of place in the country he swore to protect terrified him to a great extent. The feeling that he had not done enough with his life, that he wasted precious years fighting in a hellhole with nothing to show for it, caused deep thoughts of inadequacy to plague his mind. If he were to be honest, he felt like he was left behind. Friends from college and high school were already beginning great careers, traveling the world, getting married, and building their families. It made his own life feel pathetic in comparison. What did he have to show for it? A few combat deployments and a whole lot of bad memories. Isaac is definitely skipping his high school reunion.
“I just want to disappear,” he thought. |
9,934 | 277 | 6 | 240 | 420 | Kiki Williams
Interacting with:
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
Kiki let out a sigh as she heard the guy marching toward her, at least someone could walk. She waved him over as he came closer, wincing every time he stepped on a body. She wondered if their blood was still warm as they were stepped on like bugs. He seemed to notice her disgust, or realise what he was doing as he began to step around the people on the floor. He looked like a lumberjack with less beard and a typical American military haircut. She wondered if he was from Alaska or something interesting.
Her stomach turned over at his distasteful joke. She didn't even give him a sympathy laugh. He was certainly unique. He leaned over and grabbed the body from her lap and pushed him to the other side. She pushed up as much as she could...until the horrible snapping of bones caught her ear, pulling a dry gag from the deepest pits of her stomach. Her hands shook and she let him cut away the seat belt. She stood and stretched her muscles, her bones cracking with a good kind of hurt. She stepped carefully into the aisle, avoiding her companion. She stared at him for a few long moments.
“You seriously injured?”
She shook her head silently then forced her eyes from the bloodied mess, looking at the guy next to her.
"Thanks," she said plainly, the sticky blood still covering her back and face. She looked down at his knife, "Did they let you take that on the plane?" | Rebekka (Kiki) Ida Williams
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
”There is no exquisite beauty...without some strangeness in the proportion,” -Edgar Allan Poe
Hello Kitty - Avril Lavigne | Lilly Allen - F😸ck You
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Bones
🐰 Full-Birth Given Name 🐰
Rebekka Ida Williams
🐼 Preferred Name | Nickname 🐼
Kiki
💋 Sex Identification 💋
Female - Bisexual
🚼 Established In 🚼
19 July 1995 - Age 20
💔 Someone Back Home 💔
My cats, but my mum’s taking care of ‘em
🎧 Also Knowing 🎧
After graduating high school at the age of 16 she attended college for four years, double majoring in biology and ecology/evolution/conservation. During this time she was recruited as a field scientist and spent her last three summers in Africa a to work on an evolution project. Her sector mostly handled Zimbabwe and Botswana.
She speaks fluent English and Swedish as well as medical latin, although she’d like to learn more.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Meat
☔ Personality ☔
Kiki doesn’t give a f😸ck. Despite what people might think by her appearance, Kiki is an intelligent and successful human being. She graduated high school early and has earned marks toward being a scientist. She’s even a greenie, eating organic, recycling and is a fan of Green ideas. Green is the new pink. Pink is the new black.
Besides studying, she enjoys quite a bit of music and art, which is how she came across her style. She could never choose if she wanted to be frilly and girly or black and moody so she chose both! She can both scoff with disgust and giggle like a schoolgirl without feeling out of character.
👽 Quirks | Habits 👽
Chewing on pens
Counting to 4 over and over again, steps, breaths and such
Sometimes what she touches in a certain way she feels like she needs to do the same with the other hand
😃 Likes & Dislikes 😨
✔ Science/Knowledge
✔ Discovery
✔ Cats
✔ Cute things!
✔ Cupcakes
✔ Telling people exactly what she’s thinking
✔ Seeing people’s face when they find out what she’s like
✖ Being ignored
✖ Stupidity
✖ People who think that they’re “normal”
✖ Judging by outer appearances
✖ Being told what to do
✖ Pineapples on pizza. Fight me.
💄 In-Depth Appearance 💄
In short, Kiki looks like an angry ball of cotton candy. Her teased, curled up locks of hair stand out from her head and rest on her shoulders. Her dark makeup and plushy pink lips round out the look. Her skin is fair and she has no visible tattoos when wearing regularly fitting clothes. She is short, only about 5’2” but her thick boots boost her an inch. She’s thin, but not bony, weighing about 115lbs. Perhaps the reason that she dresses up her body so much is the fact that she is uncomfortable with it. Her torso is unproportionally long and adversely that makes her legs a bit shorter, adding to the effect that she is stubby. She’s learned to not care and just wear cute skirts instead.
On flight:
Black, oversized jumper - Picture of cat, “Black cats steal hearts not souls”
Spaghetti strap shirt - Floral
Pink, ripped jeans that you can see the socks under
Long socks - Black with pink skulls all the way up
Combat boots - Black
Fingerless gloves - Black
Three thin necklaces of different lengths
Skeleton earrings
Large, round sunglasses - Pink rims
Small black wristlet - ID, Papers, Passport, Money, Cards
Ribbon in hair
Headphones and old iPod nano
👢 Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. 👢
She usually wears chokers, but necklaces are nice, too. Sometimes a ring, bracelet or earrings are thrown into the bunch but she always wears a thin, silver toe ring from her sister.
Tattoos: Abandoned building in moonlight-Right shoulder, Skull with roses exploding from it-Right side ribcage, Cat with floral crown-Left thigh,Galaxy-colored moon-back of neck.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Skin
☣ Contents of Suitcase ☣
To her dismay, most of her (boring) clothing would be provided. They’d tie her up in beige, weather-appropriate clothes and things less offensive to the area. Because of this, she only bothered to pack one of her own outfits along with underwear, an extra sports bra, plain black t-shirts, extra boots and her supplies inside of their own seperate briefcase. She didn’t even bring a cell phone or bother to apply for a weapons permit for the hold as these would all be on-site for her. The only actual “survival” item she bothered to take was a cute canteen that she found with black cats all over it.
Plastic tubes with lids and swabs for samples
Water testing supplies
Small, low-powered microscope
Glass slides
More detailed reading about species of animals and plants in the area
Notecards on tribes and words in their language with a phonetic helper (Hello, I am not dangerous, I am studying nature etc)
Isopropyl alcohol
Agar plates, powdered agar and a single-plate incubator with swabs
College-ruled notebook - .5 inch thick
Small, 2-ounce dropper vials of hydrochloric acid, ascorbic acid, indophenol, Lugol's iodine etc inside of a bulletproof case
Test tubes
💼 Contents of Carry-On Bag 💼
Backpack of Doom:
Comfy sleeping gown - Skeleton design
Small makeup bag - Lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, powder. Pencils and pens in here, too.
Field guide, important notes on species - Book, 2.5 inch thick hardback
Daily journal with ample room for writing - Pink and black stripes
Digital Camera
Wristlet with papers, ID etc.
Solar charger - Can charge her phone in about 5 hours and the camera in 8-12
🍖 Business or Pleasure? 🍖
Business. As an upcoming and knowledgeable biologist, she has been hired toward medicinal advancement involving Tibet. The locals have a surprisingly low number of deaths and diseased persons so her company has sent her to gather what she can in the next three months.
☼ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☽
Although well-acquainted with both, she was last in Africa so she’s a bit sick of it. She’s looking forward to being shut into meetings, labs and monasteries for the first week. Although, that will wear on her as well and she’ll probably enjoy getting dirt on her hands and making rad discoveries.
❤ Role Play Sample ❤
Kiki stood outside of her apartment and chewed her gum as she waited. The taxi from her company should come any minute now. She shifted her weight to her toes and then back to her heels again impatiently. She had already said goodbye to everyone yesterday and pretended that she was leaving just after the party. This was not true, she got a good night's sleep before waking up at 4am to stand outside in the fog for a taxi. Finally, at 04:15 a blue taxi with no light on top pulled around the corner, she waved and they slowly pulled up beside her and rolled the window down. She pulled her headphones around her neck and leaned forward.
“Excuse me, do you know if a Ms.Williams lives here?” a man said in fairly good Swedish as he looked up into the windows above.
She scoffed, “That would be me. Do you see anyone else standing outside with luggage?” she held out her arms, both she and the driver were flabbergasted.
“My apologies, Miss!” he quickly jumped from his seat and met her on the sidewalk, “It’s just, I usually pick up doctors and biologists for this company,” he chuckled, the faintest smell of aftershave on the middle-aged man’s cheeks. “Are you the daughter of someone in the company? If I would have known I would have never made you wait, Miss Will-”
The man stood up as he heard a door shut. She was already sitting in the back with her headphones cupping her ears again. He sighed and placed her carry-on in the back before returning to his seat. She watched with her head resting on the cool window as they drove through the sleepy town. She had only been in her hometown for two weeks but it felt like a lifetime of suffering and enduring her family and their questions. It was quite annoying to explain what she was doing and what she found over and over again and in a simplistic way that they could understand. She was glad to be on the road again.
The neatest thing about going with a company rather than a research team was that she had a card of magic, otherwise known as a credit card. She could use it on essentially anything she wanted, so long as it applied to the mission. If she spent an ungodly amount of money they might look into it but they are covering all of her food, boarding and other various expenses for this trip. Not to mention, she’d be staying with some incredible scientists to work alongside them and learn from them. They’d lead her through everything from their labs to the mountains, teaching her how to make discoveries of her own. Sure, companies were more about finding a use for a discovery but that just added another element to this trip. She was at work, working and it was too good to be true. She bounced as they drove over a bump and groaned. It was an hour ride to the airport and she doesn’t want to think about the amount of time she will spend on a plane.
She didn’t know when she fell asleep but the slowing of the car pulled her out of the light snooze. Her headphones had fallen off of her head and rested on her shoulders. The man was speaking English with someone outside the car. She sat up and leaned forward to see a man in a suit peering back at her, “Ah, you must be Miss Williams!” he was rather obviously American or had spent a lot of time in the country.
She kept a stone cold look, “Yes, that’s me. And you are?” she paused the song that was blaring around her neck.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Dr.Andrew Jones. I’ll be briefing you on your stay in Tibet and prepping you. I’ll also be a kind of chaperone,” his smile was so warm it nearly seemed genuine. She just looked at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. After a moment he clapped his hands together once and walked to the other side of the cab to open her door. She rolled out of the car and walked past him, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. The driver shuffled to the back of the car and gathered her luggage.
It was a long, gruelling wait as she waited for the plane. Dr.Jones here seemed to be able to talk for hours on end. He talked about his family, how he had two little girls,
“The little one’s Sarah, she’s just two,” he pointed to the little girl chewing on a stuffed dog’s ear, “And this is Hannah, she’s six and can already read quite well,”
How he had worked in Tibet for years,
“Beautiful country, Tibet. We’re going to have to take you to the mountains with us, breathtaking views,”
And odd little quirks including a love for birds.
This funny little guy is a hoopoe, and this is the Golden Pheasant, took the picture in western China while working on a blood-clotting plant. Oh and this is the crowned crane, and…
She had to admit, his ambition and energy were inspiring. She didn’t admit it, but she had taken a liking to this guy. Soon they were called to board the plane and found their seats in business class. It was pretty much like coach but with slightly more leg room and you get your food before coach. As she passed the members of coach she saw their grumpy faces, tiredness, and just a general hatred of being here. She noticed some staring, and even what appeared to be American armed service members, judging by the clothing.
She had the privilege of sitting next to the window and having her new guardian on the outside. After her stomach twisted at their ascent, her nerves finally calmed down and they to speak again. And they would be just Dr.Jones.
After some polite conversation, he smacked his lips together, “I almost forgot. I know you passed all of the exams and signed the papers but there’s one last step. I have to quiz you about a few things just to make sure you’re prepared,”
Kiki nods once and slides to turn towards him, pausing her music. He pulls out notecards, “Can you identify this plant?”
“That’s buckwheat,” she said plainly, he asked if it was edible, “Yes, of course. It’s a wheat,” she shook her head. She wondered if this entire “test” would be like this.
“Mustard, edible. Tea leaves, edible. Jasmine, edible. Are you just trying to make me hungry?”
She smiled and they both chuckled. After their test of basic flora, fauna, Buddhism, and geography was over he smiled and turned the paper around, “Not bad, 85%. Pretty average score. Just sign here,” He pointed to a small x at the bottom, “Now you’re officially on the team! Welcome.”
About this time the attendants came around with snacks and drink. After getting in some cheese and crackers with juice she rolled to the side and crumpled a pillow under her neck and dozed off. At some point during the flight she awoke to food on her table again. She looked over to a sleeping Dr.Jones and gladly ate her now-cold pasta and lukewarm salad. She drank down the water, passed the refuse to an attendant and fell back asleep.
An unnerving feeling grew through her stomach. She awoke and clutched at her middle, certain that she had food poisoning. She took off her headphones but it took her a few moment to understand the commentary above her. She looked around, dazed as an orange thing comes toward her face. She looked to Dr.Jones and saw an oxygen mask on him. The pressure in the air didn’t feel like it had dropped, her ears didn’t hurt too bad but the deep dips of the plane flipped her stomach over. Dr.Jones spoke loudly to her, “Bend over and put your arms behind your head, like this!” he proceeded to show her, sitting over in his seat and creating a shell over himself. She immediately copied him just as the plane took another dip, feeling like they were now driving over a very gravely road at a high speed. She gagged and winced as the pressure changed, her ears feeling like they might explode. The dip down hadn’t evened out like it had before, instead getting bumpier and throwing them around violently.
Kiki held on tight to herself but suddenly felt a large arm pull her over and a heavy weight on top of her before the disorienting feeling of tipping filled her body she panicked and then everything went dark at once.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 |
9,935 | 277 | 7 | 19 | 1,003 | мcĸenna avery ĸnowleѕ
Interacting With ☬ 's Willams ☬ 's Fabbro ☬ Arnaud
A high-pitched noise sounded off behind Knowles, causing the hairs on the back of her neck quickly standing on end. Knowles quickly turned around with her hand on the concealed ka-bar knife in her jacket to face it. It dawned on her then what the noise was. Someone cried out in pain. Quickly, trying to step over the spilled luggage and broken pieces of seats and things across the isle, she attempts to make my way towards the person in need. As she neared where she could only assume where the noise had come from, a soft-spoken voice came from the next row over.
"Hey?"
Knowles glanced over in the direction the voice came, then back towards where she'd originally been heading. The person, whoever they were, had grown quiet and Knowles could only hope that they'd maybe died quickly. Ignoring her thoughts, she squeezes through the middle row of seats and pulls herself through to the next isle. Knowles looked down upon the man who had called out before, making eye contact with him. Eyeing over him quickly to see if there was any immediate injury, she bent down on one knee to get closer to his level. Skipping the whole are you okay? bit, knowing full well none of them would truly be okay, she instead offered, "Any major aches or pains? Maybe take a moment before you do, but do you think you can stand?" At the tail end of her sentence, Knowles heard another voice strike out.
"Airborne!"
Knowles turns her head towards the other voice in question. After a moment of staring into the abyss of seats, the voice came again asking if there was anyone else still breathing, too. With an internal sigh, Knowles turned back to the man before her. Talking to him softly, "Thankfully, we're not alone." As the voices behind them in the other isle continued to talk to one another, Knowles heard another sound that she immediately recognized. A few soft, high whines came from her right towards the front of the plane. Coyote! A hesitant dose of relief filled Knowles in the knowledge her four-legged battle buddy was okay. Quickly jumping to her feet, Knowles holds out a hand towards the man she was speaking to before, "I'll be just a minute. I'll come right back!"
With that, she stumbled quickly over the debris, looking down each isle she passed until she found what she was looking for. Coyote lay at the feet of several passed passengers, a small child lain on the floor beside the poor dog who he was gently nosing. He'd always loved children, and he probably thought he'd try waking the child, though the baby girl would most likely never open her eyes again. If the child was injured in any way, and if severely, the better thing to do would put her out of her misery. The way Coyote lay beside her told Knowles that she was gone, though. He was protecting the body, as he was trained to do until found had she died in combat.
Patting her pant-leg, Knowles gently tried coaxing her dog out from the isle. "Come on, boy. We can't stay here." Without hesitation, Coyote rose to his three legs and backed up from the isle to hobble around the rows of seats towards Knowles. She caught a glimpse of his prosthetic leg that had come undone, making her way to him to meet the limping dog halfway. Bending down, Knowles quickly strapped the prosthetic back onto him, allowing him to stand up proper. Coyote wagged his tail tenderly in a grateful gesture, walking off towards the two towards the middle of the plane who had been interacting between each other while Knowles was busy with the other man. Cupping her hands around her mouth, Knowles called out to the young man and woman, "Are you whole, over there?" Again, Knowles avoided asking the more pointless questions. Wandering towards the man she'd originally talked with, she scanned over the heads of the seats and caught them in her sight.
"Did they let you take that on the plane?"
Upon hearing this, Knowles suddenly thought of her Beretta in her carry-on. What was the item in question the woman had mentioned? Was this man going to be a problem? Many thoughts flashed through her head, but Knowles pulled herself back to the current situation. Tugging her bomber jacket off her arms, she then ripped her sweatshirt and t-shirt up in one motion over her head and snagged the ka-bar from her jacket. Knowles didn't much care she was down to her bra, she'd been down to less in front of more people than those counted on the plane. Both alive and dead. Using her knife, she cut one long strip from the bottom of the tee and stepped towards the older gentleman again. Assessing his head wound where he'd been pressing a napkin, gently taking the red soaked tissue from his hands, Knowles quickly apologized before wrapping the thick strip of t-shirt around the man's head, fastening it in the back. During this whole time, Coyote had made his way over to Williams and Arnaud, standing a few feet away from them, letting out a soft warning bark at them. The dog wasn't positioned in an attack mode, but more of a defensive one. These people hadn't tried advancing on Knowles nor him, and until they did so, Coyote was going to be okay with them. From the other side of the middle seats, Knowles called out, "He's friendly, just making sure you two are alright." | McKenna Avery Knowles
"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn
Superman by Moi Navarro | Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams
Ain't Nothin' In This World For Free
☬ Full-Birth Given Name ☬
McKenna Avery Knowles, at your service.
☬ Preferred Name | Nickname ☬
I go by Kenna, Mak or Avery. Those from the service days call me by last name only.
☬ Sex Identification ☬
Bi-sexual female, here.
☬ Established In ☬
May 20th, 1989. I am 27-years-old.
☬ Someone Back Home ☬
My young son, Phoenix and 'baby' brother, James are 'back home' waiting for my return. My son's father is no longer in the picture, and my brother watches him while I'm gone.
☬ Also Knowing ☬
I was in the Marines a few years back. Since having Phoenix I've left that life behind, for the most part. Still visit some of my old brothers and sisters at arms from time to time, though. I also brought along with me, my old battle buddy, Coyote. (pronounced 'k-eye-oat') He's missing his front left leg, and wears a prosthetic one. He lost it in the last fight he fought in, beside me. Since then, he's been retired. They were going to put him down until I spoke up and adopted him. No soldier left behind!
No, There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
☬ Personality ☬
I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent soldier. I am well disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to being a Marine. As a regular person though, it goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented when it comes to my brothers and sisters of the service. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated.
☬ Quirks | Habits ☬
→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meetings, etc. I like to be punctual.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious/start to experience PTSD, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. I used to have a bad habit of biting my fingernails, but I've trained myself not to do that, anymore.
☬ Likes & Dislikes ☬
+ Storms / Rain
+ Winter
+ 'Sweater Weather'
+ Sports Playing it, not watching.
+ Artsy activities
+ Smoking Not cigarettes.
+ Reading
+ Camping / Hiking
+ Family-orientated activities
+ Amusement parks
+ Traveling
+ Helping others, especially the less fortunate
+ People who make an effort
- Being touched unexpectedly
- Disrespectful/Loud-mouthed people
- People chewing with a open mouth
- Abuse (Animal/Child/Spousal/Elder/Etc)
- Unsportsmanlike conduct
- Seeing others in pain
- Confrontation, but will step up if necessary
☬ In-Depth Appearance ☬
I stand at a whopping 5'11" and weigh 154 lbs, sporting an athletic build. I have dark brown hair with highlighted ends, and golden-brown eyes to match them. I have slightly bigger hands than the average woman.. always hated that about me, honestly, but tend to come in handy more often than not. My lips are thin and pale, while my skin is sun-kissed and remains clear until around that time of the month in which I break out in small areas on my face.I try to keep my make-up as minimum as possible, never really have been one to use it. All I really use is eyeliner and a bit of mascara. I've got a bit of a Mexican / Native American look to me, and if you heard my name before seeing my face, you'd think you were meeting the wrong person.
Currently, I am wearing a white v-neck undershirt with my grey sweatshirt and brown bomber jacket over it, and thick black jeans with dark brown boots to go with the jacket. And my aviator glasses. Can't forget those, haha. I have a concealed Ka-Bar in my jacket.
☬ Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. ☬
Well, let's see.. I've got quite a few scars, ranging from gunshot wounds, to stab wounds, to old scars from my childhood that cannot actually be seen anymore due to a tattoo now covering them up. I was a very emotionally disturbed child, back in the day, and took it upon my own free will to physically harm myself when my life began to head south. A tattoo of a black wolf now hides those ugly scars on my right thigh. On both feet, I have wolf paws tattooed on. I've always felt a close, sort of 'native connection' to wolves and have seen myself as one for as long as I can remember. A lone wolf, at that. When surrounded by those I love, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. Many other reasons I can relate to wolves, but I'll save that for a later time. Right over my heart, I've got my family tree growing out of it. Crows fleeing from the half barren tree, a sort of symbol for the 'family' that left me behind those many moons ago. On each of my forearms, I have a quote surrounding a ship's wheel and an anchor that reads 'Be the one to guide me but never hold me down'. Each shoulder of mine is covered with black raven wings, and between those resides a tattoo of a small Irish Claddagh just under the base of my neck. As for jewelry and accessories, I wear aviators when out running errands or traveling outdoors. Around my neck, I have a paper crane necklace that my son picked out for me not too long ago. I never take it off. They accompany my dog tags. The ring I wear on my right ring finger is an old ring of my mom's that was actually the engagement ring from my father. They never married, but I kept it after she passed as a reminder of the love I never got to see them in, as a child.
Until We Close Our Eyes For Good
☬ Contents of Suitcase ☬
→ 4 sets of white v-neck short sleeve t-shirts, 2 tank tops, 4 pairs of bras
→ 5 sets of jeans (2 blue, 3 black), 5 pairs of underwear
→ 8 pairs of socks
→ hair brush, a bar of soap, small bottles of conditioner and shampoo
→ 1 small body towel and a single washcloth
→ toothbrush, toothpaste, and small bottle of mouthwash
→ Notebook journal with 2 black ink pens and one red ink pen
→ Collapsible water/food bowl for Coyote
→ Kel-Tec SU-16B (green)
→ Tavor SAR-16 (custom white)
☬ Contents of Carry-On Bag ☬
→ "Light" reading. 'Wolf by Wolf' by Ryan Graudin
→ 2 Dasani water bottles
→ Bag of trail mix and a couple dog bones for Coyote
→ 1 packaged turkey sandwich bought from food court
→ a stuffed animal wolf of my son's that he wanted me to bring, so I could give it back to him when I come home
→ iPod Touch & Earphones
→ Knife
→ Concealed handgun. Beretta M9.
☬ Business or Pleasure? ☬
A bit of both, I guess. I got on this plane to Beijing for some business with some old Marine buddies of mine who reside in China.
☬ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☬
You can say I'm quite the outdoorsman. Before I was in the Marines, I went camping quite often. No bull crap camping, either. Pitching a tent, laying under the stars, making a campfire, defending your camp from bears and coons, kind of camping. All of it. Hiking is also a hobby of mine. My son loves going with me, too. |
9,936 | 277 | 8 | 1,267 | 67 | Interacting With: | Kiki Williams | KcKenna Knowles |
"Did they let you take that on the plane?"
“This old thing?” rhetorically asked Isaac as he patted his knife. “Nah.”
Isaac rubbed the back of his head as he glanced towards the front of the plane. He was not sure if any of the flight staff had survived this ordeal. The instructions from the beginning of the flight were completely lost on him. Were there even procedures on crash landings?
His eyes spotted a dog moving towards them. Isaac unsheathed his knife on instinct and got low. But seeing the prosthetic on the animal's body made the man second guess what he was seeing.
"He's friendly, just making sure you two are alright."
“Right...” mumbled Isaac as she sheathed his weapon. He did not have an aversion to dogs, but the sight and smell of them made him nervous. Too many run-ins with wild dogs in theater caused him to have a natural reaction to their presence.
"Have any idea where we are?" he asked. "Took a few looks outside the windows but nothing's coming to mind." | Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death. - Sun Tzu
Machine Gun Funk - The Notorious B.I.G | Demons - The National
Full-Birth Given Name
Isaac Charles Arnaud
Preferred Name | Nickname
Arnaud
Sex Identification
Male | Heterosexual
Established In
23 Years old | Born February 11
Someone Back Home
Has a mother, father, and little sister back home.
Also Knowing
Born in San Antonio, Texas to a Haitian father and French mother, Isaac was always an ambiguous child to many. He grew up in a stable home environment and an even more stable learning environment. Most would consider is background boring, and they would be right. He never had to struggle in life as his parents were middle class. And though he did not have expensive or fancy things other kids did, he certainly had more in his life than others. He attended the University of Texas at San Antonio but dropped out in his junior year as he absolutely hated being in college. Though it was a disappointment to his parents, they still loved and cared for him.
When he was 21 he joined the United States Army as airborne infantry. His first duty station was Fort Richardson Alaska to the 4th Brigade Combat Team (Airborne) 25th Infantry Division. There, he learned many things from basic arctic survival to airborne and infantry operations. It is also here that he developed many of the 'fine' habits he carries today (such as excessive smoking, complaining, and cursing like a madman).
Personality
On the outside Isaac Arnaud is just a regular guy. Helpful to a certain degree and will always lend a hand if asked to. He will not bother others unless provoked and is not afraid of resorting to violence to solve problems. But he prefers to keep things civil between himself and others. Isaac does not believe in babysitting people and is annoyed easily by those who have no motivation to help themselves. On the inside Isaac is a very arrogant person who keeps his thoughts to himself. He believes himself to be above others physically, but knows mentally he is likely at the bottom of the totem poll. Think of him as a closeted asshole.
Quirks | Habits
Likes to bite the inside of his cheek, spits on the ground when bored, and complains a lot.
Likes & Dislikes
+ Tobacco
+ Energy Drinks
+ Shamming
+ Sleeping In
+ Drinking to Excess
+ Hunting/Fishing
+ Strip Clubs
+ Counting his ETS date
- Effeminate men
- The Weak
- Those Unwilling to Try
- Cold Weather
- The Army
In-Depth Appearance
Isaac stands 6'2 with an athletic body frame from years of physical training in the army. He has large hazel colored eyes and an ambiguous skin tone leaving many wondering what his ethnicity is. His hair is usually cut with a mid-fade, but being on permissive leave has let stubble form on his face. On the flight he wore comfortable clothing consisting of a pair of black jeans, steel-toe hiking boots, a flannel shirt, and a comfortable brown canvas jacket on top.
Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc.
He has a cheap watch on his left wrist that's set to 24 hour time.
Contents of Suitcase
Five pairs of clothes, extra sets of socks and undergarments, a few winter jackets here and there, laptop plus charger, and a Bowie knife from home locked in a strong box.
Contents of Carry-On Bag
Black SOC backpack with a single complete set of clothes, fifty feet of 550 cord tied in a daisy chain, ID tags, ID card, leave form, phone and charger, zippo lighter (somehow made it past security), cigarettes and dip.
Business or Pleasure?
Pleasure, returning to place of duty from leave.
Indoor or Outdoor Type?
Outdoors. Loves to hike, fish, and hunt. No experience rock climbing or hunting with a bow.
Role Play Sample
If there was one thing Isaac wanted to do, returning back to base was last on that list. He sighed heavily as he took his seat near the window and attempted to mentally prepare himself for the days ahead of him. He got lucky his command approved his leave form to attend his friend's destination wedding (an expensive one at that) and he knew he was all out of favors. At least his friends from his unit were waiting for him to return back home. Barracks life sucks, but when you have good people around you, it can make your time in the army a pleasurable one (even if there is no pleasure about being in the army). His hazel eyes glanced out the window beside him observing the tarmac. Thoughts of static line jumps popped into his head further increasing his sense of oncoming dread.
His expiration term of service was coming up, and despite the opportunities the Army Career and Alumni Program provides, he has no idea what exactly he wants to do once he gets out of the military. Thoughts of reenlisting popped up in his mind, but his days of doing dumb things in the name of busy work made him anxious that any next duty station would be any better. But who was he convincing? He knew deep down he would probably try to reenlist for Italy with the 173rd Airborne. His eyes ran through the headlines in the news. Protests, progressive leftism, continuous debates about things he had never concerned himself with confused him. Isaac did not belong in the civilian world, rather, he knew he would have trouble adapting and reintegrating himself back in the land of the free. He was used to the concrete and predictable structure the army provided. And as much as he complains about the army, he was familiar with it.
Images of being out of place in the country he swore to protect terrified him to a great extent. The feeling that he had not done enough with his life, that he wasted precious years fighting in a hellhole with nothing to show for it, caused deep thoughts of inadequacy to plague his mind. If he were to be honest, he felt like he was left behind. Friends from college and high school were already beginning great careers, traveling the world, getting married, and building their families. It made his own life feel pathetic in comparison. What did he have to show for it? A few combat deployments and a whole lot of bad memories. Isaac is definitely skipping his high school reunion.
“I just want to disappear,” he thought. |
9,937 | 277 | 9 | 1,817 | 196 | The takeoff roll had been a particularly laborious affair. Cargo was never permitted to ride in front of passengers and combined with their baggage; the tailwheel was sluggish to lift from the runway. Not to mention the fuel load that would take them home to Lhasa had put them right under max takeoff weight. Luckily, Gunsa had a plentiful runway and Cole had been obliged to use a plentiful amount. He’d been pretty liberal on the throttles to get them climbed out safely and was sure the passengers probably didn’t appreciate the deafening sound of the turbo-props. From the cabin they were exceptionally loud, rhythmically churning under the heavy load, but climbing nonetheless.
Normally he enjoyed a challenging departure under heavy weight. Throw in a cross-wind, a dirt strip and a building snowstorm and he was right at home. The high altitude demanded a delicate touch on the controls or a pilot could find himself in a precarious situation rather quickly. This time though, he’d hardly said a word once again letting Xi handle all the call outs and watch the gauges. His face was stern as they came towards end of the departure procedure and as soon as they were clear with Gunsa control and under their own navigation, he handed the controls over to Xi and grabbed his clipboard. For about the fiftieth time since he’d swiped them off the dispatch printer, he began scanning the ship’s papers.
Pilots were naturally a superstitious lot and for Cole the day had far too much of the unexpected. As a bit of a student of aviation history he knew all the classics had been marked by little hiccups and doses of the unusual along the way that eventually culminated in total disaster: Tenerife, Pan Am 103, TWA 800, 9/11. His eyes looked over the cargo manifest. He’d taken on four heavy containers simply marked on the manifest as CG which meant, Chinese Government with a weight measurement. He’d hauled them before, but never more than one or two. The regular pilots just referred to them as “bricks” because no one ever knew what was in them and the load amounted to unknown dead weight. As the captain he could technically refuse any cargo he deemed unsafe, but thus far he’d never heard of any airman turning away the Chinese authorities.
He ran a hand over his face. What was even more unusual were some of the passengers. Some of them had been permitted to transport weapons. This was unheard of. If it hadn’t been for the containers he would have swiftly left them on the ramp at Gunsa. Sometimes one had to know when to keep his mouth shut though. He glanced up at their airspeed. Xi had them nestled into a speedy cruise. The young Chinaman may not have spoken perfect English, but as a flyer, he knew when something stunk. They would both be damn glad to reach Lhasa.
They had just about put two hours behind them when Cole accepted a cup of tea from the flight attendant. She was nice enough and not bad looking either. He was just into the first hot sips when the whole aircraft shuddered violently as if a great hand had just swatted their port side. The cup flew out of Cole’s hands and the horizon tilted unnaturally across the windshield. His hands were instantly on the controls before he could say, “What the fuck was that?!”
The aircraft rapidly began lurching harder to port with an ominous mechanical groan. The control yoke along with whole plane itself began shaking with turbulence. Cole found the elevators nearly unresponsive and he quickly abandoned all delicacy and hauled back hard on the column jamming the rudder pedals hoping to ease the downward sideslip of the nose. He was almost standing up in his seat under his belts looking comically as if he were trying to hold the whole weight of the plane in the air with shear brute force.
Directly above and dead-center of the overhead panel was the fire control panel and Cole instinctively glanced up at it. Only one red light was lit, AFT CRG the rear cargo bay next to the loading doors. Holy Shit, we’re on fire... He thought. Almost as soon as the thought ended he saw Xi’s fingers swiftly activate the fire suppression system.
“She’s too damn heavy!” Cole shouted. He knew his efforts were only slowing the inevitable if they didn’t do something, immediately. The nose was still dropping and the airspeed continued to increase. Once they accelerated past the maximum performance envelope the whole thing would fly apart before they hit the ground. “Dump the wing-tanks!” By some stroke of genius or accounting oversight, someone had ordered all the BT-67’s in the company with the very expensive fuel jettison feature. Using both hands simultaneously, Xi flipped back the safeties and mashed the switches forcefully. For a millisecond, Cole fleetingly hoped the fire suppression system had worked otherwise they were about to spray the flaming tail section with jet fuel.
After a few seconds the nose-dive started to ease enough that they began gradually losing some airspeed to drag, but were still descending and the Tibetan plateau was filling the windscreen rapidly. The whole aircraft continued to stubbornly slip to port forcing Cole to keep it countered with what was left of the rudder response and the ailerons. The wings lightened as they emptied their burden of fuel, but the elevator seemed to be immovable keeping them pointed towards the Earth. “We’re not going to get out of this dive.” He said grimly. “When we dip below one-twenty lower the gear and start dropping the flaps on my command.”
The BT-67 conversion process carried over the DC-3’s massive flap array which when fully deployed looked like a giant row of paneled doors hanging from beneath the wings. If a pilot dropped them too early on a normal approach they could raise the nose and muck up the landing. Since Cole knew his aircraft was only going to make one more landing, he planned to have Xi slow them with the first two notches on the flap control then dump the rest when they were right over the ground. God willing, they would belly-in instead of strike nose first. He hoped the landing gear would only help cushion the impact. Whatever the case, he knew if they hit too hard the belly fuel tanks, where fuel could not be jettisoned, would ignite and likely kill everyone that was still alive.
Both men tightened as the ground came up. Cole had pointed the nose at the best looking place he could manage. What appeared to be an ancient riverbed. For a moment he could see their shadow coming up to meet them like a dark wraith in waiting.
Xi faithfully dumped the flaps on command and the nose immediately rose above the horizon on an invisible cushion as the air flow under the wings was disrupted. Cole felt the port tire and gear strut hit first and for a moment it almost felt as if it would hold, but the hit was hard, very hard. The starboard tire contacted the ground right at the moment its portside counterpart failed and folded back under the wing and from that moment they were passengers along with everyone else.
Just hold together… Cole thought to himself. He still gripped the column as they rode out the belly strike. Every bolt, every screw, every gauge, every molecule in Cole’s body shook like nothing he’d ever felt. He waited for the fireball, but it didn’t come. Only more dirt and dust kicked up over the nose as they slid and after only a few short seconds, stopped in total silence. | Coleman Lee Stephens
Up there the world is divided into bastards and suckers. Make your choice. -Derek Robinson, Piece of Cake, 1983
{Into the Black} by {Neil Young}
{Hearts Burst Into Fire} by {Bullet For My Valentine}
This Is Your Captain Speaking
{} Full-Birth Given Name {}
Coleman Lee Stephenson
{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}
Cole
{} Sex Identification {}
Male, hetero
{} Established In {}
June 6, 1985, 31-years-old
{} Someone Back Home {}
Has one younger sister back home, Jessica, and both parents still alive.
{} Also Knowing {}
Hailing from north Florida, Cole grew up around aircraft and was carried by the interest from an early age. College and thoughts of later joining the military as an officer tempted him in his teens, but he simply never felt a true calling to it, too many hassles. After attaining his private pilot’s license he set out on his own to gain experience and hours feeling his first call of the wild flying light aircraft in Alaska. He crashed his first plane and gained his commercial license and twin engine rating in the lower fjords before moving on to flying scientists, tourists and equipment in the Australian Outback. Higher pay, new scenery and allure of unfamiliar aircraft brought him to a small airline serving the Tibetan Wilderness. He’s been in the left seat flying various cargo and passengers for about four years over Tibet and has a good reputation with airline’s regular customers and native people.
You Know You’ve Arrived
{} Personality {}
Cole has a very gruff air about him and standing next to a dirty, overworked, aircraft one could tell that he was the captain even without his wings on. He’s very aware of himself and likes the gritty vibe that others get from him, like an old sailor, he enjoys the fact that he normally smells of exhaust fumes and worn upholstery. It’s an effect that he’s worked for years to achieve (and faked in his early career) and within the last few years, really feels like he’s come into: The vision of a man doing what he was meant to do. He’s very perfectionistic and detail oriented sometimes to the annoyance of others. Also a bit of a procrastinator, Cole has found, in his view, that many don’t meet up to his expectations, so he tends to place low standards on people to avoid feeling disappointed. He has a very short nerve for political conversations and likes to publicly voice how glad he is to be out of the United States and in the middle of nowhere when prompted, sometimes to the embarrassment of others.
{} Quirks | Habits {}
-Walks with an odd swagger, some may even call it a limp, it is highlighted by the sound of his keys jingling from the carabiner on his belt-loop. He thinks it came from a back injury he got while crash-landing a Cessna a few years ago. He doesn’t notice it.
-Sets his alarm clock to wake him up only in minutes that are prime numbers.
-Talks to himself, more often and more audibly the more frustrated he gets.
-Has an unusual mixed accent/dialect of Southern United States, Alaskan and Australian from his careers and travels.
-Very observant of coordination in people’s wardrobe choices, can’t stand mismatched colors or lack of symmetry.
{} Likes & Dislikes {}
+ Flying
+ Hitting Golf Balls
+ Caffeine – Hot Tea or Coffee
+ Books
+ Sarcasm
+ Tinkering/Fixing things
+ Conspiracy Theories (the crazier the better)
+ Flirting
- Politics
- Fingers being pointed at him (the physical action)
- Seafood
- Sports
- Television
- Looking for things
- Women with attitude
- Being a passenger
{} In-Depth Appearance {}
Cole stands about 5’11” and is of a well-built body type. He tries to work out fairly regularly and most people would comment that he takes decent care of himself. He has some visible muscle definition around his arms and midsection. Forearms are very taught from handling control surfaces for years. Women tend to notice that he has one green and one brown eye that are sullen from years of scanning horizons and searching for dirt runways in the bush. There are already visible lines showing around the edges. Facial features are proportionally framed, but he has a slight hereditary crook in his nose. There’s often a layer of stubble every other day as daily shaving aggravates his nickel allergy. Hair is naturally curly and often tousled to one side or the other from a slight widow’s peak and can get unruly from time to time. He only gets a haircut about every two to three months.
Overall his appearance has a growing look of weather to it. Some gray hairs are visible occasionally and the tan of his skin has a certain view of transition from the last vestiges of youth to worn outdoorsman.
At the time of the crash, he would have been wearing a black compression undershirt, a white button down short-sleeve shirt with the collar loosely protruding from a black sweatshirt that has his wings and the company logo screen-printed on the front left chest matching his four, gold captain’s stripes sewn onto the shoulders. Dark gray cargo pants with leather belt, black socks and hiking boots would round it out.
{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}
He has no distinguishing marks or piercings, hands carry a few noticeable scars and past burns that are visible upon closer inspection, but nothing serious. He wears a $50 “aviator” watch his mom gave him years ago that keeps good time, the standard pilot’s gold/metal-framed, clichéd sunglasses, an old, worn blue Dehavilland Canada baseball cap and a hiking carabiner clipped to his belt loop with various keys.
When The Nosewheel’s Behind You
{} Contents of Suitcase {}
Since he’s flying the plane, he would not have a suitcase, these are the logical contents of a “normal” bush plane as far as safety traveling equipment based on setting and typical dispatch prior to picking up the unexpected passenger service:
- (1) Tarp
- (1) Basic Tube Tent
- (2) Ponchos
- (1) Box of Heavy Duty Garbage Bags
- (2) Bottle of Iodine Crystals
- (3) Box of Basic Survival Rations (week supply)
- (1) Large Medical Kit
- (1) Leatherman
- (1) Knife Sharpener
- (1) Survival Saw
- (4) Chemical Light Sticks
- (2) Emergency Blankets
- (1) Flashlight
- (2) Flares
- (1) Whistle
- (2) Roll Toilet Paper
- (2) Roll Duct Tape
- (1) Roll Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil
- (1) Roll Parachute Cord
- (1) Box of Gallon Zipper-Lock Freezer Bags
- (1) Empty Coffee Can
- (1) Signal Mirror
- (1) Flint and Steel Fire Starter (pocket-size)
- (1) Aviation Survival Spark-Lite Kit
{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}
These are the items he would carry for himself on any flight:
- (1) Locking Fold Out Knife, Non-Serrated
- (1) Complete Change of Clothes
- (2) Protein Bars
- (1) Golf Driver and a Few Balls
- (1) Book He’s Currently Reading Hornet’s Sting by Derek Robinson
- (1) Satellite Phone
- (1) Metal Case Clipboard (Containing the “Ship’s Papers” various printouts of the Flightplan, Weather, Alternates, Aircraft State, Fuel Planning, Departure Planning, and Takeoff Data)
{} Business or Pleasure? {}
Business. He’s flying the plane.
{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}
Outdoors, though he’s not a “survivalist” by any means, he has had adequate training to suit his chosen profession:
+ FAA Basic Survival Training For General Aviation
+ ETI Pilot & Aircrew Survival Training for Hot and Cold Environments
{} Role Play Sample {}
It was just a little too quiet. Not that the Tibetan plateau was normally the setting of a lot of excitement. When the wind was calm on some days a person would have to truly strain just to hear any sound. Cole liked it that way. He was about as far away from drama as was possible, save for Antarctica, maybe. He mused on the thought of giving that a shot once he was tired of this job. No, things were too quiet because the dispatch office hadn’t called in several hours which normally meant they were plotting something. He looked down at the satellite phone that was clipped to his side. Only the time was displayed and no calls.
Behind him, unloading was underway; the great clamshell side-doors of the BT-67, a completely rebuilt, turbo-prop converted World War Two era Douglas DC-3, were wide open and being carefully unloaded with specialized ramps. Whatever it was, they were being exceptionally gentle with it. The meager staff of the high altitude observatory was certainly glad to receive it. The manifest had only listed it as, “Scientific Equipment, Extremely Fragile” and he reckoned it had something to do with the telescope’s lenses. They’d had to wait for a day of perfect weather to fly it out.
The “driving-range” as he had nicknamed the location was an improved dirt strip straddled by a huge, bulbous observatory and its connected support buildings. It had been a regular stop for years, but recently Cole regarded it as a bit of a drag. The current staff of the station was fairly anti-social compared to those that had cycled in before them. Hardly a word was said any time he stopped and they showed little interest in learning how the station had got its unofficial nickname, given by him, naturally. He pressed a tee and ball into the ground, squared his shoulders with the club and sent the ball rocketing out over the rock escarpments in one swift motion down, down thousands of feet to the lower plain. He watched it go for a moment before turning back to his first officer, Xi, who was managing the brew-up under the nose of the aircraft. Xi seemed to sense Cole looking for some form of approval and grinned widely from behind his sunglasses giving two thumbs up as the steam rose from the teapot.
“Bollocks” Cole replied. “No finesse at all, Xi. I drive the ball like a bulldozer, no placement on the green.”
Xi shrugged, unsure what to say. He was sure that Captain Stephens was quite mad.
Cole shook his head and put another ball and tee into the ground. He reminded himself that Xi was new to the roster and only spoke enough good English to make the radio calls. He squared his shoulders yet again, aiming to work a little finesse into his backswing as the phone erupted midway through the motion with its high-pitched monotone squeal. “Bloody hell…” He said and cursed under his breath. The ball sliced off the end of the club flying nearly perpendicular to where he was standing, but with a nice arch this time. He flipped the antenna up and put the device next to his ear. “This is Captain Stephens…” He tried, very poorly, not to sound annoyed.
“Captain, I see you are still at the ‘driving range’?” A polite female voice said through the other end. “Have you finished unloading?”
Cole was already halfway back to the plane and glancing under the wing to see how the station staff was coming along. “Just about, what’ve ya got?” He prayed it wasn’t anything too bad this time.
“Air China has diverted a flight to Gunsa due to engine failure. They are chartering out the passengers and we have a lucrative passenger service to Lhasa we can run in a combi.” By, “combi” she meant picking up passengers and cargo simultaneously. It was a pretty big score in aviation accounting.
Cole glanced at his watch. Each head would be worth a handsome sum for sure, but it would be at least an hour flight south to get them after they reloaded here. They would then have to refuel in Gunsa, load the cargo and board the passengers, then fly another three hours back to Lhasa. It would be dark by the time he even made the landing pattern. “I don’t have a flight attendant.” He said smartly knowing one would be required by International Civil Aviation regulations. He really didn’t feel like dealing with people today.
“We have an attendant at Gunsa who just finished up her rest period for you and needs to return to Lhasa.” The voice replied cheerfully.
Cole was ready; “Doubt I have enough seats on board right now.” The BT-67 offered removable seats in the cabin that could be stowed to increase cargo capacity. Since Cole rarely hauled a full load of passengers he only kept the minimum extra seating on board to keep the weight down.
“Luckily we have extra seating available for you!” She was very chipper this time.
Cole pursed his lips a little and placed a hand on the cold wing of the aircraft feeling the rivets under his fingers. He didn’t really have any other excuses. Who the bloody hell would want to ride in this thing? “Alright, tell them we’ll be down in a minute.” He groaned shaking his head.
“Fantastic! Thank you Captain Stephens! Please hurry down safely!” The girl chirped.
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” |
9,938 | 277 | 10 | 2,362 | 1,688 | Angelino Fabbro
Interacting With {} | Kiki Williams | McKenna Knowles | Isaac Arnaud
Angelino noticed the shift to his side, when with his eyes looked in that direction he saw a woman. Not looking much better but alive and standing. She spoke to him carefully, looking a lot more collected than Angelino would guess any random person would be. He assumed her to be a doctor. Her question of if he was hurt adding to his believe.
"Just head. Taking it slow." He answered her cutting the my whole body feels like I played a punching bag. Concluding it wasnt life threatening, so it could be ignored. Something distracted her, maybe she spoted a more hurt person. More voices caught his attention.
"Thankfully, we're not alone." He hummed in argument. If more survived that is good. Maybe their rescues will get quick to them. Someone must notice them not arrive when it was planned and send out search parties. His head shoot with slight pain and dizziness. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, it helped.
"I'll be just a minute. I'll come right back!"
"Ok." He simply stated and once he felt some bit better. He decided to work on his belt. The thing that saved his life, even if it didnt stop him from hitting his head. He had a head to complain about it with. It wasnt too difficult to unstrap himself and with it free himself. He sat there for a moment before attempting to stand up using the seat in front of him as help. He wanted to get away from the dead lady beside him. It was bone chilling.
The vision darkened and spun but as quickly it begun it stopped. His knees shaking, but supporting him. He blamed the shaking at the situation he was in. Plain crash. He freaking survived a plane crash. He took a deep calming breath not noticing when the woman returned to his side. It was the ripping that made him blink and turn his head towards her. Seeing her in a bra. Before any embarrassment could catch up to him she used the strip she made to knot around his head.
"Thanks." The pressure around his head actually feeling good. He smiled at her to prove that he truly meant it. He stepped out from the seat and then he noticed the bloodied pant leg of the woman. "You are hurt worser than I am. You okay?" He questioned her, looking to the other side where two other people were... and a dog. The dog survived, it must be a lucky one.
"Have any idea where we are?" The other man asked. "Took a few looks outside the windows but nothing's coming to mind."
Angelinos tongue moved quicker than his mind managed to censor and stop that thought slipping away. "I hope we are still on planet earth in 21th century and in the right universum, if so we are most likely somewhere in Tibet. " The little voice in his mind, annoyingly groaned, he truly read too much of the fantasy and sci fi gender in his life. Especially if that was the first thing that pop into his mind. Like something like in those books would ever happen....well surviving a plane crush was on that list as well... and he just did that.
"Does anyone know if this plane has... a s.o.s. beacon or something?" He questioned instead looking up and being surprised to see his luggage was still tucked where he left it. Well at least he didnt lose the documents. | Angelino Fabbro
Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes ... but no plans. -Peter F. Drucker
REM - Everybody Hurts | New Perspective- Panic! at the disco
Basic
{} Full-Birth Given Name {}
Angelino Lapo Fabbro
{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}
Angelino. To close friends and family goes as Lapo as well.
{} Sex Identification {}
Male bi
{} Established In {}
Age: 36
Birthday: 14 January
{} Someone Back Home {}
Divorced for a year. Has a 6 year old boy, named Daniel. Staying with the mother. He sees him regularly.
{} Also Knowing {}
At the end of high school Angelino suffered depression. He went to college to satisfy his parents. Yet it was the collage surrounding where he got in touch with people who approached life differently. He was exposed to meditation, new age, lucid dreaming and others. During his freshman year he relaxed and opened himself up. Having several short lived relationships with both genders. Experimenting with everything offered during this time he got a tattoo of his soul animal on his shoulder blade.
During the end of his second year though he realized he wanted to finish college and find a job that would let him travel. So he put his mind to it and started catching up with school. He finished it on time and pleased with himself starting a life full of possibilities he tried to make it on his own. But quickly realized that its not easy having his own business. Lack of money h=made him search a job in a bigger company. That worked out.
On one of his days off in a club he meet his wife. It was a passionate love, fast and like a tornado. Things moved fast and faster and in two years since he first meet her he proposed and they got married. It was a blissful time. But thinking back there were signs it wouldnt work out. He ignored them. Once their son Daniel was born, Angelino throw himself head first into being a good father, yet he couldnt be there as much as he wanted. He traveled a lot, thanks to his job. The times he was home though always felt restrictive. His wife wanted to know everything, and lacked trust. Not listening and becoming more and more demanding. Angelino would think back wondering if he should have done more? But what more could he do? He couldnt figure the answer out.
When their boy was 4 years old things failed apart. Angelino felt suffocating, as he payed attention to every word he spoke and the way he spoke it to please his love. In a burst of daring, rebelling, wanting to hurt her and alcohol he slept with a man. Not any man but a work collage from his wife job. It was a discovery for his wife that he swung both ways. She tried to fix him and their relationship. Angelino went along feeling like the biggest ass and jerk for what he did to her and his son. A year so long they tried but it only got worse.
The divorce followed. And Angelino decided to pull himself away from it all. Five weeks after divorce when he was visiting Daniel his now ex wife introduced him to her new boyfriend. A younger man by a few years, and looking upstanding. Angelino didnt allow himself to think anything of that. Or how fast it happened. He just let it be as it is. Refocusing on finding out what he wants from now on in his life. Now a year later he is sure he is over his ex, and healed enough to look at the world positively again.
About
{} Personality {}
Angelino takes care of his time, its just so many hours given to each of us it would be a crime wasting them. He is punctual person. Yet he is not a person who stress over things. Preferring to not burden himself with that, instead looking at the rational or practical side of situations. This at times makes him look cruel or cold to others. Even if thats far from truth. He has talent for learning languages and up till now he speaks english, mandarin, italian fluently. As a bunch of other languages understand and speaks enough for basic communications. He listen to his gut feeling on occasion and considers it in his decision making. As a child he dreamed of becoming a adventure. He did end up traveling the world, but an adventure he doesnt want any longer. Life is hard enough without aliens and dragons.
{} Quirks | Habits {}
A habit he has is to control his breathing when he feels angry to not let that emotion take over. He tends to pull on the skin of his chin when he is deeply in thoughts. A habit he takes care off is his doing small reality checks, to help with his lucid dreams.
{} Likes & Dislikes {}
+Rock Music
+Scifi and Fantasy shows
+Exploration games, make your own adventure.
+A good book to read in down time
+Likes hot chocolate and tea.
+Prefers a more vegan style of diet, but makes zero problems at eating meat.
+Learning new languages.
+Likes clubs.
-Time wasting
-Soup operas/Pointless drama
-Greasy food
-Rainy days
-Dogs, he prefers cats.
{} In-Depth Appearance {}
He is quite tall, with dark chocolate brown hair, that is resilient to the touch. He keeps it short in a simple and easy to take care off hair style. His eyes are a light brown with a few hints of grey and green. That can be seen in the right light. He is a healthy eater even if he isnt exercising it lead to him be having a fine build. He is most of the time a calm and collected person, during his job time he is always smiling pleasantly and welcoming but at times it doesnt reach his eyes. Off job it a different matter. He isnt afraid to show his emotion on his face. Annoyance, boredom, irritations can all be spotted with quite a easy. Even more so it means when he smiles he truly means it. When he walks he likes to take his time and take the world in, seeing the people around him. He is as well a organised and orderly person who likes to look presentable. One can never guess what meeting the life will give you at any time.
At the day of the travel he wears: light brown jacket and warm nice looking black slacks, with a light long sleeve button up shirt under the jacket. He always wears a white undershirt and likes socks with a motive around the rim. His shoes are standard brown dress shoes.
{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}
A sport watch able to show three time zones. One is always set at home.
And if this pic doesnt work then here is an alternative design.
That is a thing he is not happy his student self did. Still he left it. At times forgetting he even has it.
Travel on
{} Contents of Suitcase {}
A suit for business meeting.
Pajama, sets of undergarments and socks.
The book Clockwork Orange, which he finnish reading.
A set of cloths for going out in less formal occasions.
Set of light clothing for warmer weather.
And a cap and scarf for colder, as well as an umbrella.
The bathroom hygiene that isnt allowed in the carry on bag.
A extra pair of shoes.
Hair dryer and a second pair of towels.
{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}
A handbag.
-Documents folder
-Work laptop and charger/adapters
-A Den Simon book
-A thicker shirt for changing.
-A pair of jeans
-A set of clean underwear (because he had experience with losing bags.)
-Basic hygiene and a towel
{} Business or Pleasure? {}
Business trip. He was looking up location for moving productions for the company he is working on. Calculating costs and trying to spot the cheapest place with best benefits.
{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}
Angelino is more of an indoor person. But thanks to his family and the traditional yearly camping trips, that he grow up with, he knows a few things. Well more like he remembers from his childhood a few things.
{} Role Play Sample {}
Angelino dreamt. He knew so much when he was in the dream. Speaking to a person and enjoying the sea wind and warm sun. It didnt matter who it was in the end, just that they were there. The sky a deep blue melting away with the blue of the sea. He smiled, the feeling of peace and happiness was overflowing. Turning around he shared a glass of wine with the person, who just culdnt keep a stable form. Only wearing a white button up and khaki pants. He knew he couldnt decide what he wanted. A year later and he still couldnt. It didnt matter in his dream.
A thunder cut the clear sky and Lapo sighed. Promising to return once more. Opening his eyes he was greeted to the darkness and the buzzing of his alarm. He was a lucid sleeper. And Angelino would always be happy towards his student self for learning that skill. He replayed the dream in his mind for a few moments. That done he sat up rubbing his face. He had to catch a plane. His hotel room appearing slightly strange in the darkness. Feeling uncomfortable he turned the lights on and hurried himself to the morning routine.
Dressed he checked his briefcase. Looking at the papers he needed for his job. Finding good and cheep locations to move productions over. Making the deals in countries all across the world. Ensuring his company would get the best cut. It was a good paying job and traveling the world sounds cool in theory. In pracsis, he saw a lot of hotel rooms and tries a lot of hotel food. He wasnt there for his boy or his wife as much as he... He stopped his mind going there. It was done. All documents were in place and he didnt forget any clothing piece either.
The checkout was quick and the taxi didnt let him wait too long in the night. Angelino sat down and the driver did his job. He could see himself in the back mirror. His light brown jacket and warm nice looking black slacks, suited him well. He even got a bit of color in his face. He looked good. His lip curved a bit, he felt good with himself. The songs from radio playing in a foreign tongue he knew little about. "Hey, may I ask how long till the airport?"
"30 to 40. There isnt any traffic at this hour."
Angelino hummed, moments of silence passed before he asked about the mark of the car and started a light conversation with the driver. It was nothing special, just to fill in the time. Angelino noted that the man was a bit his type. He counted that as a positive sign to recovery. They arrived at the airport faster than he noticed. In a good mood he fetched his briefcase and kofer and went down the halls. He knew airports like the back of his pocket. The lady on the ticket booth smiled at him professionally and he moved to where she pointed him. Passport and check in all went smoothly.
Maybe he wondered once he was entering the plane and searching his seat. Maybe my lucky star will shine on me today. He didnt got the window seat, yet he didnt mind. Instead with his eyes he explored the other passengers. Just letting his eyes wander and being relaxed. The plane ride will take quite a while. Maybe he could fetch a gift for Daniel once he lands. That sounded like a good plan, seeing the boy happy smile was worth it. |
9,939 | 277 | 11 | 1,817 | 196 | Cole slid down the side of the top hatch to the side of the plane. He had found the cabin door to be jammed shut, which was not a good sign at all. All in all, for those in the front of the plane, the landing wasn’t that bad comparatively. In fact, he was rather proud of the job he and Xi had done in setting her down. The two of them had walked away. Any landing you can walk away from… As the old flying adage went. He doubted some of the passengers would appreciate the sentiment though.
The plane itself was in better condition overall than he’d first thought. The emergency landing was as textbook as anyone could have asked for and they’d followed the procedures. Aviate, Navigate, Communicate. The third one he’d get to in time. The wings stuck up from the earth on both ends and the props were sadly peeled back like molted flowers over the still smoking turbines. He shook his head. What a bloody waste…. He thought. She had slid on her fuel weight in the belly once they hit pushing a decent mound of dirt and mud around the forward section of the aircraft. The tail section, the part he most wanted to examine was angled up in the air, still attached, but as he came around over the wing. He found what he had suspected.
The cargo loading doors were gone. The whole assembly was missing and completely blown off down to the hydraulic hinges. The stinking smell of the fluid was everywhere and was streaked down the side of plane past the rudder. One piece had struck the tail when it came off which had caused the jam in the elevator. The whole section was badly mauled. It was a wonder the tail had even stayed attached. If they’d lost it in the air there would have been no saving them. That was no consolation to the passengers though. Those in the back near where they had loaded the cargo had an especially rough go of it. He was both proud and ashamed at the same time.
The greasy aroma of jet fuel also mingled noticeably in the air from the open jettison valves which he stooped to investigate when he heard some voices from inside the cabin. He needed make sure no one lit one up in the joy of survival and blew them all to hell after what they’d just been through. Stranger things had happened.
“We’re about two-hundred miles west of Lhasa.” He said stepping up through the destroyed cargo bay and looking at those awake and alert. His voice was gruff as if he’d just pulled the aircraft over to make a stop at a rest area. “Our transponder and GPS are still active, but will only last as long the batteries." He said answering the question at hand. "We need to get everyone out of this aircraft as soon as possible until my first officer and I can check it over... And whatever you do," He said pausing briefly for effect. "Do not smoke around this aircraft." | Coleman Lee Stephens
Up there the world is divided into bastards and suckers. Make your choice. -Derek Robinson, Piece of Cake, 1983
{Into the Black} by {Neil Young}
{Hearts Burst Into Fire} by {Bullet For My Valentine}
This Is Your Captain Speaking
{} Full-Birth Given Name {}
Coleman Lee Stephenson
{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}
Cole
{} Sex Identification {}
Male, hetero
{} Established In {}
June 6, 1985, 31-years-old
{} Someone Back Home {}
Has one younger sister back home, Jessica, and both parents still alive.
{} Also Knowing {}
Hailing from north Florida, Cole grew up around aircraft and was carried by the interest from an early age. College and thoughts of later joining the military as an officer tempted him in his teens, but he simply never felt a true calling to it, too many hassles. After attaining his private pilot’s license he set out on his own to gain experience and hours feeling his first call of the wild flying light aircraft in Alaska. He crashed his first plane and gained his commercial license and twin engine rating in the lower fjords before moving on to flying scientists, tourists and equipment in the Australian Outback. Higher pay, new scenery and allure of unfamiliar aircraft brought him to a small airline serving the Tibetan Wilderness. He’s been in the left seat flying various cargo and passengers for about four years over Tibet and has a good reputation with airline’s regular customers and native people.
You Know You’ve Arrived
{} Personality {}
Cole has a very gruff air about him and standing next to a dirty, overworked, aircraft one could tell that he was the captain even without his wings on. He’s very aware of himself and likes the gritty vibe that others get from him, like an old sailor, he enjoys the fact that he normally smells of exhaust fumes and worn upholstery. It’s an effect that he’s worked for years to achieve (and faked in his early career) and within the last few years, really feels like he’s come into: The vision of a man doing what he was meant to do. He’s very perfectionistic and detail oriented sometimes to the annoyance of others. Also a bit of a procrastinator, Cole has found, in his view, that many don’t meet up to his expectations, so he tends to place low standards on people to avoid feeling disappointed. He has a very short nerve for political conversations and likes to publicly voice how glad he is to be out of the United States and in the middle of nowhere when prompted, sometimes to the embarrassment of others.
{} Quirks | Habits {}
-Walks with an odd swagger, some may even call it a limp, it is highlighted by the sound of his keys jingling from the carabiner on his belt-loop. He thinks it came from a back injury he got while crash-landing a Cessna a few years ago. He doesn’t notice it.
-Sets his alarm clock to wake him up only in minutes that are prime numbers.
-Talks to himself, more often and more audibly the more frustrated he gets.
-Has an unusual mixed accent/dialect of Southern United States, Alaskan and Australian from his careers and travels.
-Very observant of coordination in people’s wardrobe choices, can’t stand mismatched colors or lack of symmetry.
{} Likes & Dislikes {}
+ Flying
+ Hitting Golf Balls
+ Caffeine – Hot Tea or Coffee
+ Books
+ Sarcasm
+ Tinkering/Fixing things
+ Conspiracy Theories (the crazier the better)
+ Flirting
- Politics
- Fingers being pointed at him (the physical action)
- Seafood
- Sports
- Television
- Looking for things
- Women with attitude
- Being a passenger
{} In-Depth Appearance {}
Cole stands about 5’11” and is of a well-built body type. He tries to work out fairly regularly and most people would comment that he takes decent care of himself. He has some visible muscle definition around his arms and midsection. Forearms are very taught from handling control surfaces for years. Women tend to notice that he has one green and one brown eye that are sullen from years of scanning horizons and searching for dirt runways in the bush. There are already visible lines showing around the edges. Facial features are proportionally framed, but he has a slight hereditary crook in his nose. There’s often a layer of stubble every other day as daily shaving aggravates his nickel allergy. Hair is naturally curly and often tousled to one side or the other from a slight widow’s peak and can get unruly from time to time. He only gets a haircut about every two to three months.
Overall his appearance has a growing look of weather to it. Some gray hairs are visible occasionally and the tan of his skin has a certain view of transition from the last vestiges of youth to worn outdoorsman.
At the time of the crash, he would have been wearing a black compression undershirt, a white button down short-sleeve shirt with the collar loosely protruding from a black sweatshirt that has his wings and the company logo screen-printed on the front left chest matching his four, gold captain’s stripes sewn onto the shoulders. Dark gray cargo pants with leather belt, black socks and hiking boots would round it out.
{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}
He has no distinguishing marks or piercings, hands carry a few noticeable scars and past burns that are visible upon closer inspection, but nothing serious. He wears a $50 “aviator” watch his mom gave him years ago that keeps good time, the standard pilot’s gold/metal-framed, clichéd sunglasses, an old, worn blue Dehavilland Canada baseball cap and a hiking carabiner clipped to his belt loop with various keys.
When The Nosewheel’s Behind You
{} Contents of Suitcase {}
Since he’s flying the plane, he would not have a suitcase, these are the logical contents of a “normal” bush plane as far as safety traveling equipment based on setting and typical dispatch prior to picking up the unexpected passenger service:
- (1) Tarp
- (1) Basic Tube Tent
- (2) Ponchos
- (1) Box of Heavy Duty Garbage Bags
- (2) Bottle of Iodine Crystals
- (3) Box of Basic Survival Rations (week supply)
- (1) Large Medical Kit
- (1) Leatherman
- (1) Knife Sharpener
- (1) Survival Saw
- (4) Chemical Light Sticks
- (2) Emergency Blankets
- (1) Flashlight
- (2) Flares
- (1) Whistle
- (2) Roll Toilet Paper
- (2) Roll Duct Tape
- (1) Roll Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil
- (1) Roll Parachute Cord
- (1) Box of Gallon Zipper-Lock Freezer Bags
- (1) Empty Coffee Can
- (1) Signal Mirror
- (1) Flint and Steel Fire Starter (pocket-size)
- (1) Aviation Survival Spark-Lite Kit
{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}
These are the items he would carry for himself on any flight:
- (1) Locking Fold Out Knife, Non-Serrated
- (1) Complete Change of Clothes
- (2) Protein Bars
- (1) Golf Driver and a Few Balls
- (1) Book He’s Currently Reading Hornet’s Sting by Derek Robinson
- (1) Satellite Phone
- (1) Metal Case Clipboard (Containing the “Ship’s Papers” various printouts of the Flightplan, Weather, Alternates, Aircraft State, Fuel Planning, Departure Planning, and Takeoff Data)
{} Business or Pleasure? {}
Business. He’s flying the plane.
{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}
Outdoors, though he’s not a “survivalist” by any means, he has had adequate training to suit his chosen profession:
+ FAA Basic Survival Training For General Aviation
+ ETI Pilot & Aircrew Survival Training for Hot and Cold Environments
{} Role Play Sample {}
It was just a little too quiet. Not that the Tibetan plateau was normally the setting of a lot of excitement. When the wind was calm on some days a person would have to truly strain just to hear any sound. Cole liked it that way. He was about as far away from drama as was possible, save for Antarctica, maybe. He mused on the thought of giving that a shot once he was tired of this job. No, things were too quiet because the dispatch office hadn’t called in several hours which normally meant they were plotting something. He looked down at the satellite phone that was clipped to his side. Only the time was displayed and no calls.
Behind him, unloading was underway; the great clamshell side-doors of the BT-67, a completely rebuilt, turbo-prop converted World War Two era Douglas DC-3, were wide open and being carefully unloaded with specialized ramps. Whatever it was, they were being exceptionally gentle with it. The meager staff of the high altitude observatory was certainly glad to receive it. The manifest had only listed it as, “Scientific Equipment, Extremely Fragile” and he reckoned it had something to do with the telescope’s lenses. They’d had to wait for a day of perfect weather to fly it out.
The “driving-range” as he had nicknamed the location was an improved dirt strip straddled by a huge, bulbous observatory and its connected support buildings. It had been a regular stop for years, but recently Cole regarded it as a bit of a drag. The current staff of the station was fairly anti-social compared to those that had cycled in before them. Hardly a word was said any time he stopped and they showed little interest in learning how the station had got its unofficial nickname, given by him, naturally. He pressed a tee and ball into the ground, squared his shoulders with the club and sent the ball rocketing out over the rock escarpments in one swift motion down, down thousands of feet to the lower plain. He watched it go for a moment before turning back to his first officer, Xi, who was managing the brew-up under the nose of the aircraft. Xi seemed to sense Cole looking for some form of approval and grinned widely from behind his sunglasses giving two thumbs up as the steam rose from the teapot.
“Bollocks” Cole replied. “No finesse at all, Xi. I drive the ball like a bulldozer, no placement on the green.”
Xi shrugged, unsure what to say. He was sure that Captain Stephens was quite mad.
Cole shook his head and put another ball and tee into the ground. He reminded himself that Xi was new to the roster and only spoke enough good English to make the radio calls. He squared his shoulders yet again, aiming to work a little finesse into his backswing as the phone erupted midway through the motion with its high-pitched monotone squeal. “Bloody hell…” He said and cursed under his breath. The ball sliced off the end of the club flying nearly perpendicular to where he was standing, but with a nice arch this time. He flipped the antenna up and put the device next to his ear. “This is Captain Stephens…” He tried, very poorly, not to sound annoyed.
“Captain, I see you are still at the ‘driving range’?” A polite female voice said through the other end. “Have you finished unloading?”
Cole was already halfway back to the plane and glancing under the wing to see how the station staff was coming along. “Just about, what’ve ya got?” He prayed it wasn’t anything too bad this time.
“Air China has diverted a flight to Gunsa due to engine failure. They are chartering out the passengers and we have a lucrative passenger service to Lhasa we can run in a combi.” By, “combi” she meant picking up passengers and cargo simultaneously. It was a pretty big score in aviation accounting.
Cole glanced at his watch. Each head would be worth a handsome sum for sure, but it would be at least an hour flight south to get them after they reloaded here. They would then have to refuel in Gunsa, load the cargo and board the passengers, then fly another three hours back to Lhasa. It would be dark by the time he even made the landing pattern. “I don’t have a flight attendant.” He said smartly knowing one would be required by International Civil Aviation regulations. He really didn’t feel like dealing with people today.
“We have an attendant at Gunsa who just finished up her rest period for you and needs to return to Lhasa.” The voice replied cheerfully.
Cole was ready; “Doubt I have enough seats on board right now.” The BT-67 offered removable seats in the cabin that could be stowed to increase cargo capacity. Since Cole rarely hauled a full load of passengers he only kept the minimum extra seating on board to keep the weight down.
“Luckily we have extra seating available for you!” She was very chipper this time.
Cole pursed his lips a little and placed a hand on the cold wing of the aircraft feeling the rivets under his fingers. He didn’t really have any other excuses. Who the bloody hell would want to ride in this thing? “Alright, tell them we’ll be down in a minute.” He groaned shaking his head.
“Fantastic! Thank you Captain Stephens! Please hurry down safely!” The girl chirped.
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” |
9,940 | 277 | 12 | 19 | 1,003 | мcĸenna avery ĸnowleѕ
Interacting With ☬ 's Fabbro ☬ Arnaud ☬ 's Cole
"Have any idea where we are?"
'Somewhere in China,' she thought sarcastically to herself. Guy didn't seem like he'd be much help on any of this that they were about to face. The young girl from before had fallen silent, and Knowles started to wonder if she was okay. She had a lot of blood on her, but hadn't heard whether it was hers or her neighbor's. Knowles was suddenly surprised by the guy before her that she was helping as he began to speak in full sentences. 'That's a good sign,' she thought. Pulling her torn up shirt back over her head to cover herself back up, slipping her sweatshirt and jacket as well to get warm again. It was quite chilly throughout the cabin, now.
"I hope we are still on planet earth in 21th century and in the right universum, if so we are most likely somewhere in Tibet."
... he was right. From where they'd taken off, to how far they'd traveled, they would have crash landed somewhere in the very wilderness he spoke of.
"Does anyone know if this plane has," his hesitation told Knowles he probably hadn't watched many movies of crash landings, or actually been in one before, for the matter. Or maybe he was just still shaken up from the whole incident, she couldn't tell, "-an S.O.S. beacon, or something?"
Almost immediately following his question, a semi-familiar voice sprang up. The pilot. “We’re about two-hundred miles west of Lhasa.” He stepped through the wreck, looking towards the lot that were barely conscious themselves. He didn't look so good but somehow seemed to look quite a bit better than the rest. “Our transponder and GPS are still active, but will only last as long as the batteries allow." The pilot continued, answering all of our questions almost at once. "We need to get everyone out of this aircraft as soon as possible until my first officer and I can check it over... And whatever you do," he seemed to pause as if they were standing there doing a movie shoot. Dramatic effect. "Do not smoke around this aircraft." As much as Knowles kind of wanted to smack him for the Captain Obvious demand he had, she couldn't really argue. Some people just didn't have common sense these days.
Knowles huffed a slight laugh and rolled her eyes, turning back to the guy she'd helped to tenderly touch the top of his head before she moved on to find her belongings in the mess surrounding where she had been sitting. Coyote sat in the middle of the isle, sitting nearly right on top of her duffle bag. But where was her carry-on? Knowles grit her teeth rather frustratingly, picking things up and tossing them out of her way, even gently moving a couple of the deceased to see if they hadn't fallen on top of her back. Struggling to move a fairly heavy-set gentleman out of her way, to her luck, there it was. Although smeared with blood, Knowles ignored the fact and reached into the back concealed pouch to retrieve her Beretta. Pulling up the back of her shirt, Knowles stuffed the handgun into the waistband of her jeans, covering it back up as she snatched her duffle bag up to wander back over towards the shy guy. She'd managed to carry both her carry-on and duffle bag with ease, knowing at some point she'd have to get into the duffle bag to get rid of some excess weight. Reaching the guy, she grabbed a hold of the bag he'd been eyeing above his seat before, holding it out towards him. "As the captain said, we need to leave. Grab whatever you need." Looking back at the other man, she called over the loud noise of both the wind and what sounded like a fire somewhere on the plane. "You heard the man, let's go!" Knowles looked over at Coyote and whistled, "Git!" Coyote bolted out of the plane without hesitation, causing Kenna to grin a little bit. | McKenna Avery Knowles
"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn
Superman by Moi Navarro | Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams
Ain't Nothin' In This World For Free
☬ Full-Birth Given Name ☬
McKenna Avery Knowles, at your service.
☬ Preferred Name | Nickname ☬
I go by Kenna, Mak or Avery. Those from the service days call me by last name only.
☬ Sex Identification ☬
Bi-sexual female, here.
☬ Established In ☬
May 20th, 1989. I am 27-years-old.
☬ Someone Back Home ☬
My young son, Phoenix and 'baby' brother, James are 'back home' waiting for my return. My son's father is no longer in the picture, and my brother watches him while I'm gone.
☬ Also Knowing ☬
I was in the Marines a few years back. Since having Phoenix I've left that life behind, for the most part. Still visit some of my old brothers and sisters at arms from time to time, though. I also brought along with me, my old battle buddy, Coyote. (pronounced 'k-eye-oat') He's missing his front left leg, and wears a prosthetic one. He lost it in the last fight he fought in, beside me. Since then, he's been retired. They were going to put him down until I spoke up and adopted him. No soldier left behind!
No, There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
☬ Personality ☬
I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent soldier. I am well disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to being a Marine. As a regular person though, it goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented when it comes to my brothers and sisters of the service. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated.
☬ Quirks | Habits ☬
→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meetings, etc. I like to be punctual.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious/start to experience PTSD, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. I used to have a bad habit of biting my fingernails, but I've trained myself not to do that, anymore.
☬ Likes & Dislikes ☬
+ Storms / Rain
+ Winter
+ 'Sweater Weather'
+ Sports Playing it, not watching.
+ Artsy activities
+ Smoking Not cigarettes.
+ Reading
+ Camping / Hiking
+ Family-orientated activities
+ Amusement parks
+ Traveling
+ Helping others, especially the less fortunate
+ People who make an effort
- Being touched unexpectedly
- Disrespectful/Loud-mouthed people
- People chewing with a open mouth
- Abuse (Animal/Child/Spousal/Elder/Etc)
- Unsportsmanlike conduct
- Seeing others in pain
- Confrontation, but will step up if necessary
☬ In-Depth Appearance ☬
I stand at a whopping 5'11" and weigh 154 lbs, sporting an athletic build. I have dark brown hair with highlighted ends, and golden-brown eyes to match them. I have slightly bigger hands than the average woman.. always hated that about me, honestly, but tend to come in handy more often than not. My lips are thin and pale, while my skin is sun-kissed and remains clear until around that time of the month in which I break out in small areas on my face.I try to keep my make-up as minimum as possible, never really have been one to use it. All I really use is eyeliner and a bit of mascara. I've got a bit of a Mexican / Native American look to me, and if you heard my name before seeing my face, you'd think you were meeting the wrong person.
Currently, I am wearing a white v-neck undershirt with my grey sweatshirt and brown bomber jacket over it, and thick black jeans with dark brown boots to go with the jacket. And my aviator glasses. Can't forget those, haha. I have a concealed Ka-Bar in my jacket.
☬ Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. ☬
Well, let's see.. I've got quite a few scars, ranging from gunshot wounds, to stab wounds, to old scars from my childhood that cannot actually be seen anymore due to a tattoo now covering them up. I was a very emotionally disturbed child, back in the day, and took it upon my own free will to physically harm myself when my life began to head south. A tattoo of a black wolf now hides those ugly scars on my right thigh. On both feet, I have wolf paws tattooed on. I've always felt a close, sort of 'native connection' to wolves and have seen myself as one for as long as I can remember. A lone wolf, at that. When surrounded by those I love, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. Many other reasons I can relate to wolves, but I'll save that for a later time. Right over my heart, I've got my family tree growing out of it. Crows fleeing from the half barren tree, a sort of symbol for the 'family' that left me behind those many moons ago. On each of my forearms, I have a quote surrounding a ship's wheel and an anchor that reads 'Be the one to guide me but never hold me down'. Each shoulder of mine is covered with black raven wings, and between those resides a tattoo of a small Irish Claddagh just under the base of my neck. As for jewelry and accessories, I wear aviators when out running errands or traveling outdoors. Around my neck, I have a paper crane necklace that my son picked out for me not too long ago. I never take it off. They accompany my dog tags. The ring I wear on my right ring finger is an old ring of my mom's that was actually the engagement ring from my father. They never married, but I kept it after she passed as a reminder of the love I never got to see them in, as a child.
Until We Close Our Eyes For Good
☬ Contents of Suitcase ☬
→ 4 sets of white v-neck short sleeve t-shirts, 2 tank tops, 4 pairs of bras
→ 5 sets of jeans (2 blue, 3 black), 5 pairs of underwear
→ 8 pairs of socks
→ hair brush, a bar of soap, small bottles of conditioner and shampoo
→ 1 small body towel and a single washcloth
→ toothbrush, toothpaste, and small bottle of mouthwash
→ Notebook journal with 2 black ink pens and one red ink pen
→ Collapsible water/food bowl for Coyote
→ Kel-Tec SU-16B (green)
→ Tavor SAR-16 (custom white)
☬ Contents of Carry-On Bag ☬
→ "Light" reading. 'Wolf by Wolf' by Ryan Graudin
→ 2 Dasani water bottles
→ Bag of trail mix and a couple dog bones for Coyote
→ 1 packaged turkey sandwich bought from food court
→ a stuffed animal wolf of my son's that he wanted me to bring, so I could give it back to him when I come home
→ iPod Touch & Earphones
→ Knife
→ Concealed handgun. Beretta M9.
☬ Business or Pleasure? ☬
A bit of both, I guess. I got on this plane to Beijing for some business with some old Marine buddies of mine who reside in China.
☬ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☬
You can say I'm quite the outdoorsman. Before I was in the Marines, I went camping quite often. No bull crap camping, either. Pitching a tent, laying under the stars, making a campfire, defending your camp from bears and coons, kind of camping. All of it. Hiking is also a hobby of mine. My son loves going with me, too. |
9,941 | 277 | 13 | 2,362 | 1,688 | Angelino Fabbro
Interacting With {} | Kiki Williams | McKenna Knowles | Isaac Arnaud | Coleman Lee Stephenson
The pilot, god thanks. The pilot surviving was great. They were trained for such situation, right? He leaned on the seat for support and was listening to what the man was saying. For a few moments he felt his vision dance but he pushed that to the side, focusing on deep breaths. They had to leave the plane. The warmth of the cabin was slowly leaking outside and was replaced with the cold. The woman turned to him, and he gave a small nod.
He gave her a affirming nod that he was okay, watching her then go off to most likely get her own stuff. If they had to leave the plain that would be most logical do... He hoped it was. Plus he didnt want to lose the documents he worked so hard on... Just thinking about that made him feel horrible idiotic...to worry about such things after a plane crash... Silly... He rubbed his head, his mind started to wander instead of focusing. He simply stood there instead of getting to move. The woman must have noticed it as she took his suitcase out from over his seat where it survived offering it to him.
"As the captain said, we need to leave. Grab whatever you need."
"Indeed. We do." Angelino moved to the side picking his carry on bag as well. Slining that one over his shoulder. They had to leave, his nose twitched as he became more aware of a strong smell. Which didnt bore good news, especially not combined with no fire please. He passed by the the other well passengers... and stopped. He couldnt help it.
"Lets check if anyone else is alive but... unconscious before we leave. Can you two help? It will go faster." He asked them before he turned to the other side of isles and leaned over two young people who hold hands. He desperately wanted to get away from all the blood but he couldnt leave in good continues if he wasnt sure they didnt left anyone behind. SO he shock both bodies and remembering first help from his driver lessons searched for puls.
He did this for several seats, but all were dead. Some seats were empty as they passengers were on the floors. Angelino slowly knee down to check the young teen and when he saw a horrible looking gash on his neck and eyes wide open he left the plane. His head spun and pained at moments, the motions not feeling the best, and he felt as emptying his stomach again. Retching but not having anything to in his stomach anymore he stood just few steps outside the plane wreck. He never saw so many dead people. The cold air actually feeling good against his
nausea.
He moved few steps more away and turned to look at it. Refocusing and breathing. He counted his heartbeats feeling how they slowed down. He waited out not knowing what to do now. He spotted the pilot and gave a wave to gain the man attentions. "Now what do we do? " | Angelino Fabbro
Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes ... but no plans. -Peter F. Drucker
REM - Everybody Hurts | New Perspective- Panic! at the disco
Basic
{} Full-Birth Given Name {}
Angelino Lapo Fabbro
{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}
Angelino. To close friends and family goes as Lapo as well.
{} Sex Identification {}
Male bi
{} Established In {}
Age: 36
Birthday: 14 January
{} Someone Back Home {}
Divorced for a year. Has a 6 year old boy, named Daniel. Staying with the mother. He sees him regularly.
{} Also Knowing {}
At the end of high school Angelino suffered depression. He went to college to satisfy his parents. Yet it was the collage surrounding where he got in touch with people who approached life differently. He was exposed to meditation, new age, lucid dreaming and others. During his freshman year he relaxed and opened himself up. Having several short lived relationships with both genders. Experimenting with everything offered during this time he got a tattoo of his soul animal on his shoulder blade.
During the end of his second year though he realized he wanted to finish college and find a job that would let him travel. So he put his mind to it and started catching up with school. He finished it on time and pleased with himself starting a life full of possibilities he tried to make it on his own. But quickly realized that its not easy having his own business. Lack of money h=made him search a job in a bigger company. That worked out.
On one of his days off in a club he meet his wife. It was a passionate love, fast and like a tornado. Things moved fast and faster and in two years since he first meet her he proposed and they got married. It was a blissful time. But thinking back there were signs it wouldnt work out. He ignored them. Once their son Daniel was born, Angelino throw himself head first into being a good father, yet he couldnt be there as much as he wanted. He traveled a lot, thanks to his job. The times he was home though always felt restrictive. His wife wanted to know everything, and lacked trust. Not listening and becoming more and more demanding. Angelino would think back wondering if he should have done more? But what more could he do? He couldnt figure the answer out.
When their boy was 4 years old things failed apart. Angelino felt suffocating, as he payed attention to every word he spoke and the way he spoke it to please his love. In a burst of daring, rebelling, wanting to hurt her and alcohol he slept with a man. Not any man but a work collage from his wife job. It was a discovery for his wife that he swung both ways. She tried to fix him and their relationship. Angelino went along feeling like the biggest ass and jerk for what he did to her and his son. A year so long they tried but it only got worse.
The divorce followed. And Angelino decided to pull himself away from it all. Five weeks after divorce when he was visiting Daniel his now ex wife introduced him to her new boyfriend. A younger man by a few years, and looking upstanding. Angelino didnt allow himself to think anything of that. Or how fast it happened. He just let it be as it is. Refocusing on finding out what he wants from now on in his life. Now a year later he is sure he is over his ex, and healed enough to look at the world positively again.
About
{} Personality {}
Angelino takes care of his time, its just so many hours given to each of us it would be a crime wasting them. He is punctual person. Yet he is not a person who stress over things. Preferring to not burden himself with that, instead looking at the rational or practical side of situations. This at times makes him look cruel or cold to others. Even if thats far from truth. He has talent for learning languages and up till now he speaks english, mandarin, italian fluently. As a bunch of other languages understand and speaks enough for basic communications. He listen to his gut feeling on occasion and considers it in his decision making. As a child he dreamed of becoming a adventure. He did end up traveling the world, but an adventure he doesnt want any longer. Life is hard enough without aliens and dragons.
{} Quirks | Habits {}
A habit he has is to control his breathing when he feels angry to not let that emotion take over. He tends to pull on the skin of his chin when he is deeply in thoughts. A habit he takes care off is his doing small reality checks, to help with his lucid dreams.
{} Likes & Dislikes {}
+Rock Music
+Scifi and Fantasy shows
+Exploration games, make your own adventure.
+A good book to read in down time
+Likes hot chocolate and tea.
+Prefers a more vegan style of diet, but makes zero problems at eating meat.
+Learning new languages.
+Likes clubs.
-Time wasting
-Soup operas/Pointless drama
-Greasy food
-Rainy days
-Dogs, he prefers cats.
{} In-Depth Appearance {}
He is quite tall, with dark chocolate brown hair, that is resilient to the touch. He keeps it short in a simple and easy to take care off hair style. His eyes are a light brown with a few hints of grey and green. That can be seen in the right light. He is a healthy eater even if he isnt exercising it lead to him be having a fine build. He is most of the time a calm and collected person, during his job time he is always smiling pleasantly and welcoming but at times it doesnt reach his eyes. Off job it a different matter. He isnt afraid to show his emotion on his face. Annoyance, boredom, irritations can all be spotted with quite a easy. Even more so it means when he smiles he truly means it. When he walks he likes to take his time and take the world in, seeing the people around him. He is as well a organised and orderly person who likes to look presentable. One can never guess what meeting the life will give you at any time.
At the day of the travel he wears: light brown jacket and warm nice looking black slacks, with a light long sleeve button up shirt under the jacket. He always wears a white undershirt and likes socks with a motive around the rim. His shoes are standard brown dress shoes.
{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}
A sport watch able to show three time zones. One is always set at home.
And if this pic doesnt work then here is an alternative design.
That is a thing he is not happy his student self did. Still he left it. At times forgetting he even has it.
Travel on
{} Contents of Suitcase {}
A suit for business meeting.
Pajama, sets of undergarments and socks.
The book Clockwork Orange, which he finnish reading.
A set of cloths for going out in less formal occasions.
Set of light clothing for warmer weather.
And a cap and scarf for colder, as well as an umbrella.
The bathroom hygiene that isnt allowed in the carry on bag.
A extra pair of shoes.
Hair dryer and a second pair of towels.
{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}
A handbag.
-Documents folder
-Work laptop and charger/adapters
-A Den Simon book
-A thicker shirt for changing.
-A pair of jeans
-A set of clean underwear (because he had experience with losing bags.)
-Basic hygiene and a towel
{} Business or Pleasure? {}
Business trip. He was looking up location for moving productions for the company he is working on. Calculating costs and trying to spot the cheapest place with best benefits.
{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}
Angelino is more of an indoor person. But thanks to his family and the traditional yearly camping trips, that he grow up with, he knows a few things. Well more like he remembers from his childhood a few things.
{} Role Play Sample {}
Angelino dreamt. He knew so much when he was in the dream. Speaking to a person and enjoying the sea wind and warm sun. It didnt matter who it was in the end, just that they were there. The sky a deep blue melting away with the blue of the sea. He smiled, the feeling of peace and happiness was overflowing. Turning around he shared a glass of wine with the person, who just culdnt keep a stable form. Only wearing a white button up and khaki pants. He knew he couldnt decide what he wanted. A year later and he still couldnt. It didnt matter in his dream.
A thunder cut the clear sky and Lapo sighed. Promising to return once more. Opening his eyes he was greeted to the darkness and the buzzing of his alarm. He was a lucid sleeper. And Angelino would always be happy towards his student self for learning that skill. He replayed the dream in his mind for a few moments. That done he sat up rubbing his face. He had to catch a plane. His hotel room appearing slightly strange in the darkness. Feeling uncomfortable he turned the lights on and hurried himself to the morning routine.
Dressed he checked his briefcase. Looking at the papers he needed for his job. Finding good and cheep locations to move productions over. Making the deals in countries all across the world. Ensuring his company would get the best cut. It was a good paying job and traveling the world sounds cool in theory. In pracsis, he saw a lot of hotel rooms and tries a lot of hotel food. He wasnt there for his boy or his wife as much as he... He stopped his mind going there. It was done. All documents were in place and he didnt forget any clothing piece either.
The checkout was quick and the taxi didnt let him wait too long in the night. Angelino sat down and the driver did his job. He could see himself in the back mirror. His light brown jacket and warm nice looking black slacks, suited him well. He even got a bit of color in his face. He looked good. His lip curved a bit, he felt good with himself. The songs from radio playing in a foreign tongue he knew little about. "Hey, may I ask how long till the airport?"
"30 to 40. There isnt any traffic at this hour."
Angelino hummed, moments of silence passed before he asked about the mark of the car and started a light conversation with the driver. It was nothing special, just to fill in the time. Angelino noted that the man was a bit his type. He counted that as a positive sign to recovery. They arrived at the airport faster than he noticed. In a good mood he fetched his briefcase and kofer and went down the halls. He knew airports like the back of his pocket. The lady on the ticket booth smiled at him professionally and he moved to where she pointed him. Passport and check in all went smoothly.
Maybe he wondered once he was entering the plane and searching his seat. Maybe my lucky star will shine on me today. He didnt got the window seat, yet he didnt mind. Instead with his eyes he explored the other passengers. Just letting his eyes wander and being relaxed. The plane ride will take quite a while. Maybe he could fetch a gift for Daniel once he lands. That sounded like a good plan, seeing the boy happy smile was worth it. |
9,942 | 277 | 14 | 240 | 420 | Kiki Williams
Interacting with: |
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The goth raised her lip a bit and scoffed at the man. She just turned and shook her head. She had been in a car wreck before, a small one but the shock is the same. She was surprised how quick these people started back up with being their annoying selves, maybe they were trained for it or they were just born with the ability to deal with the situation. Even in the little car wreck it took ten minutes for her hands to stop shaking and about an hour for her brain to function properly again. She just looked around the cabin, dumbfounded as she took it all in. She walked slightly down the hallway and looked around, peering out one of the windows. The inspection gave her little information, just a bunch of moving white specs. For all she knew they had landed on a channel with no signal.
Kiki ignored all the chatter around her. She walked slowly to a couple a few seats down, who seemed to be simply sleeping. She crouched by them and looked up at their peaceful faces. Her hand touched their clammy skin then followed down their plump cheeks to their neck. Nothing. She just crouched there a moment and looked at them. The aeroplane had to have an AED. Most of these people could be saveable if their brain still had oxygen, hell they might be in severe shock. She slowly began to stand as a voice broke through her consciousness.
“We’re about two-hundred miles west of Lhasa. Blah blah blah GPS stuff still active blah blah blah get off the aircraft as soon as possible and don't be an idiot,"
Well, something along those lines. She picked up on the important stuff from the man who was rather obviously the flying bus driver. She looked around at the stuff around her and realised that she hadn’t seen her backpack. It wasn’t much bigger than a purse so they allowed her to not only take it on, but keep it in her lap/under her seat. She grimaced as she stepped over Dr.Jones and landed on the floor in front of in her seat. She scooped her backpack from under the chair and off the sticky floor and looked out the window again. It was already getting colder and she wasn’t even outside yet. She looked for her thin airline-provided blanket, but it was caked with blood and other spilled fluids. It would do her no good.
Defeated, she slung her backpack over shoulder and ducked back out into the tight hallway. She squeezed her way down it, tiptoeing around everything until she was back at the front.
“Mister uh, Pilot man?” she realised too late that didn’t know how to address him, “Whatever. Anyway, should we get out the like, luggage? Like with all of our stuff in it. Mine has some...corrosive material and it may leak if it’s broken…” she had the urge to noisily chew gum but unfortunately she had none. | Rebekka (Kiki) Ida Williams
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
”There is no exquisite beauty...without some strangeness in the proportion,” -Edgar Allan Poe
Hello Kitty - Avril Lavigne | Lilly Allen - F😸ck You
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Bones
🐰 Full-Birth Given Name 🐰
Rebekka Ida Williams
🐼 Preferred Name | Nickname 🐼
Kiki
💋 Sex Identification 💋
Female - Bisexual
🚼 Established In 🚼
19 July 1995 - Age 20
💔 Someone Back Home 💔
My cats, but my mum’s taking care of ‘em
🎧 Also Knowing 🎧
After graduating high school at the age of 16 she attended college for four years, double majoring in biology and ecology/evolution/conservation. During this time she was recruited as a field scientist and spent her last three summers in Africa a to work on an evolution project. Her sector mostly handled Zimbabwe and Botswana.
She speaks fluent English and Swedish as well as medical latin, although she’d like to learn more.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Meat
☔ Personality ☔
Kiki doesn’t give a f😸ck. Despite what people might think by her appearance, Kiki is an intelligent and successful human being. She graduated high school early and has earned marks toward being a scientist. She’s even a greenie, eating organic, recycling and is a fan of Green ideas. Green is the new pink. Pink is the new black.
Besides studying, she enjoys quite a bit of music and art, which is how she came across her style. She could never choose if she wanted to be frilly and girly or black and moody so she chose both! She can both scoff with disgust and giggle like a schoolgirl without feeling out of character.
👽 Quirks | Habits 👽
Chewing on pens
Counting to 4 over and over again, steps, breaths and such
Sometimes what she touches in a certain way she feels like she needs to do the same with the other hand
😃 Likes & Dislikes 😨
✔ Science/Knowledge
✔ Discovery
✔ Cats
✔ Cute things!
✔ Cupcakes
✔ Telling people exactly what she’s thinking
✔ Seeing people’s face when they find out what she’s like
✖ Being ignored
✖ Stupidity
✖ People who think that they’re “normal”
✖ Judging by outer appearances
✖ Being told what to do
✖ Pineapples on pizza. Fight me.
💄 In-Depth Appearance 💄
In short, Kiki looks like an angry ball of cotton candy. Her teased, curled up locks of hair stand out from her head and rest on her shoulders. Her dark makeup and plushy pink lips round out the look. Her skin is fair and she has no visible tattoos when wearing regularly fitting clothes. She is short, only about 5’2” but her thick boots boost her an inch. She’s thin, but not bony, weighing about 115lbs. Perhaps the reason that she dresses up her body so much is the fact that she is uncomfortable with it. Her torso is unproportionally long and adversely that makes her legs a bit shorter, adding to the effect that she is stubby. She’s learned to not care and just wear cute skirts instead.
On flight:
Black, oversized jumper - Picture of cat, “Black cats steal hearts not souls”
Spaghetti strap shirt - Floral
Pink, ripped jeans that you can see the socks under
Long socks - Black with pink skulls all the way up
Combat boots - Black
Fingerless gloves - Black
Three thin necklaces of different lengths
Skeleton earrings
Large, round sunglasses - Pink rims
Small black wristlet - ID, Papers, Passport, Money, Cards
Ribbon in hair
Headphones and old iPod nano
👢 Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. 👢
She usually wears chokers, but necklaces are nice, too. Sometimes a ring, bracelet or earrings are thrown into the bunch but she always wears a thin, silver toe ring from her sister.
Tattoos: Abandoned building in moonlight-Right shoulder, Skull with roses exploding from it-Right side ribcage, Cat with floral crown-Left thigh,Galaxy-colored moon-back of neck.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Skin
☣ Contents of Suitcase ☣
To her dismay, most of her (boring) clothing would be provided. They’d tie her up in beige, weather-appropriate clothes and things less offensive to the area. Because of this, she only bothered to pack one of her own outfits along with underwear, an extra sports bra, plain black t-shirts, extra boots and her supplies inside of their own seperate briefcase. She didn’t even bring a cell phone or bother to apply for a weapons permit for the hold as these would all be on-site for her. The only actual “survival” item she bothered to take was a cute canteen that she found with black cats all over it.
Plastic tubes with lids and swabs for samples
Water testing supplies
Small, low-powered microscope
Glass slides
More detailed reading about species of animals and plants in the area
Notecards on tribes and words in their language with a phonetic helper (Hello, I am not dangerous, I am studying nature etc)
Isopropyl alcohol
Agar plates, powdered agar and a single-plate incubator with swabs
College-ruled notebook - .5 inch thick
Small, 2-ounce dropper vials of hydrochloric acid, ascorbic acid, indophenol, Lugol's iodine etc inside of a bulletproof case
Test tubes
💼 Contents of Carry-On Bag 💼
Backpack of Doom:
Comfy sleeping gown - Skeleton design
Small makeup bag - Lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, powder. Pencils and pens in here, too.
Field guide, important notes on species - Book, 2.5 inch thick hardback
Daily journal with ample room for writing - Pink and black stripes
Digital Camera
Wristlet with papers, ID etc.
Solar charger - Can charge her phone in about 5 hours and the camera in 8-12
🍖 Business or Pleasure? 🍖
Business. As an upcoming and knowledgeable biologist, she has been hired toward medicinal advancement involving Tibet. The locals have a surprisingly low number of deaths and diseased persons so her company has sent her to gather what she can in the next three months.
☼ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☽
Although well-acquainted with both, she was last in Africa so she’s a bit sick of it. She’s looking forward to being shut into meetings, labs and monasteries for the first week. Although, that will wear on her as well and she’ll probably enjoy getting dirt on her hands and making rad discoveries.
❤ Role Play Sample ❤
Kiki stood outside of her apartment and chewed her gum as she waited. The taxi from her company should come any minute now. She shifted her weight to her toes and then back to her heels again impatiently. She had already said goodbye to everyone yesterday and pretended that she was leaving just after the party. This was not true, she got a good night's sleep before waking up at 4am to stand outside in the fog for a taxi. Finally, at 04:15 a blue taxi with no light on top pulled around the corner, she waved and they slowly pulled up beside her and rolled the window down. She pulled her headphones around her neck and leaned forward.
“Excuse me, do you know if a Ms.Williams lives here?” a man said in fairly good Swedish as he looked up into the windows above.
She scoffed, “That would be me. Do you see anyone else standing outside with luggage?” she held out her arms, both she and the driver were flabbergasted.
“My apologies, Miss!” he quickly jumped from his seat and met her on the sidewalk, “It’s just, I usually pick up doctors and biologists for this company,” he chuckled, the faintest smell of aftershave on the middle-aged man’s cheeks. “Are you the daughter of someone in the company? If I would have known I would have never made you wait, Miss Will-”
The man stood up as he heard a door shut. She was already sitting in the back with her headphones cupping her ears again. He sighed and placed her carry-on in the back before returning to his seat. She watched with her head resting on the cool window as they drove through the sleepy town. She had only been in her hometown for two weeks but it felt like a lifetime of suffering and enduring her family and their questions. It was quite annoying to explain what she was doing and what she found over and over again and in a simplistic way that they could understand. She was glad to be on the road again.
The neatest thing about going with a company rather than a research team was that she had a card of magic, otherwise known as a credit card. She could use it on essentially anything she wanted, so long as it applied to the mission. If she spent an ungodly amount of money they might look into it but they are covering all of her food, boarding and other various expenses for this trip. Not to mention, she’d be staying with some incredible scientists to work alongside them and learn from them. They’d lead her through everything from their labs to the mountains, teaching her how to make discoveries of her own. Sure, companies were more about finding a use for a discovery but that just added another element to this trip. She was at work, working and it was too good to be true. She bounced as they drove over a bump and groaned. It was an hour ride to the airport and she doesn’t want to think about the amount of time she will spend on a plane.
She didn’t know when she fell asleep but the slowing of the car pulled her out of the light snooze. Her headphones had fallen off of her head and rested on her shoulders. The man was speaking English with someone outside the car. She sat up and leaned forward to see a man in a suit peering back at her, “Ah, you must be Miss Williams!” he was rather obviously American or had spent a lot of time in the country.
She kept a stone cold look, “Yes, that’s me. And you are?” she paused the song that was blaring around her neck.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Dr.Andrew Jones. I’ll be briefing you on your stay in Tibet and prepping you. I’ll also be a kind of chaperone,” his smile was so warm it nearly seemed genuine. She just looked at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. After a moment he clapped his hands together once and walked to the other side of the cab to open her door. She rolled out of the car and walked past him, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. The driver shuffled to the back of the car and gathered her luggage.
It was a long, gruelling wait as she waited for the plane. Dr.Jones here seemed to be able to talk for hours on end. He talked about his family, how he had two little girls,
“The little one’s Sarah, she’s just two,” he pointed to the little girl chewing on a stuffed dog’s ear, “And this is Hannah, she’s six and can already read quite well,”
How he had worked in Tibet for years,
“Beautiful country, Tibet. We’re going to have to take you to the mountains with us, breathtaking views,”
And odd little quirks including a love for birds.
This funny little guy is a hoopoe, and this is the Golden Pheasant, took the picture in western China while working on a blood-clotting plant. Oh and this is the crowned crane, and…
She had to admit, his ambition and energy were inspiring. She didn’t admit it, but she had taken a liking to this guy. Soon they were called to board the plane and found their seats in business class. It was pretty much like coach but with slightly more leg room and you get your food before coach. As she passed the members of coach she saw their grumpy faces, tiredness, and just a general hatred of being here. She noticed some staring, and even what appeared to be American armed service members, judging by the clothing.
She had the privilege of sitting next to the window and having her new guardian on the outside. After her stomach twisted at their ascent, her nerves finally calmed down and they to speak again. And they would be just Dr.Jones.
After some polite conversation, he smacked his lips together, “I almost forgot. I know you passed all of the exams and signed the papers but there’s one last step. I have to quiz you about a few things just to make sure you’re prepared,”
Kiki nods once and slides to turn towards him, pausing her music. He pulls out notecards, “Can you identify this plant?”
“That’s buckwheat,” she said plainly, he asked if it was edible, “Yes, of course. It’s a wheat,” she shook her head. She wondered if this entire “test” would be like this.
“Mustard, edible. Tea leaves, edible. Jasmine, edible. Are you just trying to make me hungry?”
She smiled and they both chuckled. After their test of basic flora, fauna, Buddhism, and geography was over he smiled and turned the paper around, “Not bad, 85%. Pretty average score. Just sign here,” He pointed to a small x at the bottom, “Now you’re officially on the team! Welcome.”
About this time the attendants came around with snacks and drink. After getting in some cheese and crackers with juice she rolled to the side and crumpled a pillow under her neck and dozed off. At some point during the flight she awoke to food on her table again. She looked over to a sleeping Dr.Jones and gladly ate her now-cold pasta and lukewarm salad. She drank down the water, passed the refuse to an attendant and fell back asleep.
An unnerving feeling grew through her stomach. She awoke and clutched at her middle, certain that she had food poisoning. She took off her headphones but it took her a few moment to understand the commentary above her. She looked around, dazed as an orange thing comes toward her face. She looked to Dr.Jones and saw an oxygen mask on him. The pressure in the air didn’t feel like it had dropped, her ears didn’t hurt too bad but the deep dips of the plane flipped her stomach over. Dr.Jones spoke loudly to her, “Bend over and put your arms behind your head, like this!” he proceeded to show her, sitting over in his seat and creating a shell over himself. She immediately copied him just as the plane took another dip, feeling like they were now driving over a very gravely road at a high speed. She gagged and winced as the pressure changed, her ears feeling like they might explode. The dip down hadn’t evened out like it had before, instead getting bumpier and throwing them around violently.
Kiki held on tight to herself but suddenly felt a large arm pull her over and a heavy weight on top of her before the disorienting feeling of tipping filled her body she panicked and then everything went dark at once.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 |
9,943 | 277 | 15 | 1,267 | 67 | Interacting With: None
The lady scoffed at him. Isaac raised a brow and felt a little deflated at her reaction. Was it something he said? Or was it his demeanor? It reminded him of his first combat experience. He stood in the middle of the road drawing a blank as 7.62 zipped by inches from his face. His team leader had to pull him down, dragged him to a ditch, and literally punched him in his face to get him focused. From then on it was like a switch. Zero in on the situation, get a handle on what you're doing, and vomit later when everything is over. Surviving a plane crash and seeing all the dead gave the survivors the jitters. It was incredibly understandable. Hell, once the high of surviving a damn place crash goes down, Isaac would be vomiting outside the plane in droves.
It was suggested to see if anyone else was still alive. There was doubt that anyone other than those present were breathing. But it never hurt to check. He had retained everything that taught him in his combat lifesaver course (CLS), that, and actually doing the steps in theatre helped him a lot too. Rmember the MARCH acronym! Massive hemorrhaging, airway, respiratory, circulation, and hypothermia. Doing those in order would take too much time. Why not skip to circulation?
For every body he checked that was deceased, Isaac marked an "X" on the forehead. Every unit is different, and had different SOPs (Standard Operating Procedure), but for his, marking a body with an "X" meant the person in question was without a doubt deceased. It looked insensitive, and in some cultures may be considered desecrating a body, but it told everyone around that this person is no longer among the living, and there is nothing else to be done. The survivors on the plane sounded like an intelligent bunch, hopefully they would pick up on the marks and ignore those with black Xs.
"Man, there isn't much left here," mumbled Isaac to himself. It was disheartening looking at all these lost lives. Each person had a family, was someone's child, lover, spouse, sibling, so many stories gone. | Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death. - Sun Tzu
Machine Gun Funk - The Notorious B.I.G | Demons - The National
Full-Birth Given Name
Isaac Charles Arnaud
Preferred Name | Nickname
Arnaud
Sex Identification
Male | Heterosexual
Established In
23 Years old | Born February 11
Someone Back Home
Has a mother, father, and little sister back home.
Also Knowing
Born in San Antonio, Texas to a Haitian father and French mother, Isaac was always an ambiguous child to many. He grew up in a stable home environment and an even more stable learning environment. Most would consider is background boring, and they would be right. He never had to struggle in life as his parents were middle class. And though he did not have expensive or fancy things other kids did, he certainly had more in his life than others. He attended the University of Texas at San Antonio but dropped out in his junior year as he absolutely hated being in college. Though it was a disappointment to his parents, they still loved and cared for him.
When he was 21 he joined the United States Army as airborne infantry. His first duty station was Fort Richardson Alaska to the 4th Brigade Combat Team (Airborne) 25th Infantry Division. There, he learned many things from basic arctic survival to airborne and infantry operations. It is also here that he developed many of the 'fine' habits he carries today (such as excessive smoking, complaining, and cursing like a madman).
Personality
On the outside Isaac Arnaud is just a regular guy. Helpful to a certain degree and will always lend a hand if asked to. He will not bother others unless provoked and is not afraid of resorting to violence to solve problems. But he prefers to keep things civil between himself and others. Isaac does not believe in babysitting people and is annoyed easily by those who have no motivation to help themselves. On the inside Isaac is a very arrogant person who keeps his thoughts to himself. He believes himself to be above others physically, but knows mentally he is likely at the bottom of the totem poll. Think of him as a closeted asshole.
Quirks | Habits
Likes to bite the inside of his cheek, spits on the ground when bored, and complains a lot.
Likes & Dislikes
+ Tobacco
+ Energy Drinks
+ Shamming
+ Sleeping In
+ Drinking to Excess
+ Hunting/Fishing
+ Strip Clubs
+ Counting his ETS date
- Effeminate men
- The Weak
- Those Unwilling to Try
- Cold Weather
- The Army
In-Depth Appearance
Isaac stands 6'2 with an athletic body frame from years of physical training in the army. He has large hazel colored eyes and an ambiguous skin tone leaving many wondering what his ethnicity is. His hair is usually cut with a mid-fade, but being on permissive leave has let stubble form on his face. On the flight he wore comfortable clothing consisting of a pair of black jeans, steel-toe hiking boots, a flannel shirt, and a comfortable brown canvas jacket on top.
Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc.
He has a cheap watch on his left wrist that's set to 24 hour time.
Contents of Suitcase
Five pairs of clothes, extra sets of socks and undergarments, a few winter jackets here and there, laptop plus charger, and a Bowie knife from home locked in a strong box.
Contents of Carry-On Bag
Black SOC backpack with a single complete set of clothes, fifty feet of 550 cord tied in a daisy chain, ID tags, ID card, leave form, phone and charger, zippo lighter (somehow made it past security), cigarettes and dip.
Business or Pleasure?
Pleasure, returning to place of duty from leave.
Indoor or Outdoor Type?
Outdoors. Loves to hike, fish, and hunt. No experience rock climbing or hunting with a bow.
Role Play Sample
If there was one thing Isaac wanted to do, returning back to base was last on that list. He sighed heavily as he took his seat near the window and attempted to mentally prepare himself for the days ahead of him. He got lucky his command approved his leave form to attend his friend's destination wedding (an expensive one at that) and he knew he was all out of favors. At least his friends from his unit were waiting for him to return back home. Barracks life sucks, but when you have good people around you, it can make your time in the army a pleasurable one (even if there is no pleasure about being in the army). His hazel eyes glanced out the window beside him observing the tarmac. Thoughts of static line jumps popped into his head further increasing his sense of oncoming dread.
His expiration term of service was coming up, and despite the opportunities the Army Career and Alumni Program provides, he has no idea what exactly he wants to do once he gets out of the military. Thoughts of reenlisting popped up in his mind, but his days of doing dumb things in the name of busy work made him anxious that any next duty station would be any better. But who was he convincing? He knew deep down he would probably try to reenlist for Italy with the 173rd Airborne. His eyes ran through the headlines in the news. Protests, progressive leftism, continuous debates about things he had never concerned himself with confused him. Isaac did not belong in the civilian world, rather, he knew he would have trouble adapting and reintegrating himself back in the land of the free. He was used to the concrete and predictable structure the army provided. And as much as he complains about the army, he was familiar with it.
Images of being out of place in the country he swore to protect terrified him to a great extent. The feeling that he had not done enough with his life, that he wasted precious years fighting in a hellhole with nothing to show for it, caused deep thoughts of inadequacy to plague his mind. If he were to be honest, he felt like he was left behind. Friends from college and high school were already beginning great careers, traveling the world, getting married, and building their families. It made his own life feel pathetic in comparison. What did he have to show for it? A few combat deployments and a whole lot of bad memories. Isaac is definitely skipping his high school reunion.
“I just want to disappear,” he thought. |
9,944 | 277 | 16 | 1,817 | 196 | Interacting with , Kiki Williams & , Angelino Fabbro
Cole regarded the proceedings grimly as the living departed the plane. When he’d told those that were able to disembark, most of them seem to think that meant that they were going somewhere, which they were, but he had to break the truth to them in as delicate a way as he was capable, though he was not particularly known for his eloquence. Training would normally dictate that the aircraft be used as a shelter and survivors were to stay with the wreck if at all possible. With the exception of the tail section, the plane was not a total write-off and sat very cantankerously on its remaining fuel weight where it had plowed up the ground after the main gear failed. The scene reminded him of the big styrofoam gliders he used fling at his grandparents’ house as a child. They’d soar for dozens and dozens of yards before landing nose down, tail up, just like this one. For brief millisecond he could feel the humidity of in-land North Florida where he’d grown up before a gust of wind and a question brought is his mind to the present.
Now what do we do?
Cole looked at the man. He was abnormally tall with a makeshift bandage wrapped around his head. “Just sit down and try to relax for the time being.” He said with a greater inflection of confidence than he’d thought himself capable. He realized that training was carrying him mentally and those expensive ETI courses he’d taken before hadn’t been for naught. Keeping up the morale of those that had survived could be as important as food and shelter. “Once the first officer and I have checked over the aircraft we’re going to inventory everything we have that’s useable.” Calorie preservation would be important and they’d have to ration what they had which meant only the able-bodied needed to participate in the inventory. A head injury could mean any number of things and he didn’t want the man passing out. “So sit tight, I’m going to talk to everyone before we get started.”
He glanced down at his clipboard which held a copy of the day’s weather reports for the area. Snow flurries overnight, getting colder. Maintaining everyone’s core body temperature would be the first priority. Another voice chimed for his attention:
Mister uh, Pilot man? A female voice inquired. Whatever. Anyway, should we get out the like, luggage? Like with all of our stuff in it. Mine has some...corrosive material and it may leak if it’s broken…
He looked in her direction and then down a bit following the voice to its short statured, oddly colored source. The words corrosive materials took his attention and he flipped back some of the pages from his clipboard to the cargo manifest. He seemed to remember seeing it when they’d taken off from Gunsa. It was nothing out of the ordinary for him to haul hazardous materials, but since they were now crash-landed she brought up a valid concern. His eyes scanned from behind his sunglasses. The manifest indeed marked it as hazardous, but the amount was fairly small. The loaders had marked the case with yellow tape. “You must be Kiki.” He said in a similar tone as he’d addressed the other man. Her name was next to entry on the manifest. “If it’s still on board we’ll get it out asap.”
He glanced back to the cargo door where the others were making their way out of the plane and in retrospect realized he hadn’t at all needed the extra seating. There had been enough space for most everyone to choose their seat. A grim lottery the victims had been unaware of when they boarded. He carefully regarded the woman with the dog as they left the wreck. She was the weapon carrier, Knowles, McKenna Avery, and had a small arsenal connected to her according to the manifest. Part of him wondered if she was some kind of mercenary, but the crippled dog that tagged around with her seemed to dispel that suspicion to some extent. He privately resolved to keep an eye on her.
“I’m going speak to everyone before we get started.” He said to Kiki. “Do me a favor and keep an eye on this gentleman over here.” He said nodding towards Angelino. | Coleman Lee Stephens
Up there the world is divided into bastards and suckers. Make your choice. -Derek Robinson, Piece of Cake, 1983
{Into the Black} by {Neil Young}
{Hearts Burst Into Fire} by {Bullet For My Valentine}
This Is Your Captain Speaking
{} Full-Birth Given Name {}
Coleman Lee Stephenson
{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}
Cole
{} Sex Identification {}
Male, hetero
{} Established In {}
June 6, 1985, 31-years-old
{} Someone Back Home {}
Has one younger sister back home, Jessica, and both parents still alive.
{} Also Knowing {}
Hailing from north Florida, Cole grew up around aircraft and was carried by the interest from an early age. College and thoughts of later joining the military as an officer tempted him in his teens, but he simply never felt a true calling to it, too many hassles. After attaining his private pilot’s license he set out on his own to gain experience and hours feeling his first call of the wild flying light aircraft in Alaska. He crashed his first plane and gained his commercial license and twin engine rating in the lower fjords before moving on to flying scientists, tourists and equipment in the Australian Outback. Higher pay, new scenery and allure of unfamiliar aircraft brought him to a small airline serving the Tibetan Wilderness. He’s been in the left seat flying various cargo and passengers for about four years over Tibet and has a good reputation with airline’s regular customers and native people.
You Know You’ve Arrived
{} Personality {}
Cole has a very gruff air about him and standing next to a dirty, overworked, aircraft one could tell that he was the captain even without his wings on. He’s very aware of himself and likes the gritty vibe that others get from him, like an old sailor, he enjoys the fact that he normally smells of exhaust fumes and worn upholstery. It’s an effect that he’s worked for years to achieve (and faked in his early career) and within the last few years, really feels like he’s come into: The vision of a man doing what he was meant to do. He’s very perfectionistic and detail oriented sometimes to the annoyance of others. Also a bit of a procrastinator, Cole has found, in his view, that many don’t meet up to his expectations, so he tends to place low standards on people to avoid feeling disappointed. He has a very short nerve for political conversations and likes to publicly voice how glad he is to be out of the United States and in the middle of nowhere when prompted, sometimes to the embarrassment of others.
{} Quirks | Habits {}
-Walks with an odd swagger, some may even call it a limp, it is highlighted by the sound of his keys jingling from the carabiner on his belt-loop. He thinks it came from a back injury he got while crash-landing a Cessna a few years ago. He doesn’t notice it.
-Sets his alarm clock to wake him up only in minutes that are prime numbers.
-Talks to himself, more often and more audibly the more frustrated he gets.
-Has an unusual mixed accent/dialect of Southern United States, Alaskan and Australian from his careers and travels.
-Very observant of coordination in people’s wardrobe choices, can’t stand mismatched colors or lack of symmetry.
{} Likes & Dislikes {}
+ Flying
+ Hitting Golf Balls
+ Caffeine – Hot Tea or Coffee
+ Books
+ Sarcasm
+ Tinkering/Fixing things
+ Conspiracy Theories (the crazier the better)
+ Flirting
- Politics
- Fingers being pointed at him (the physical action)
- Seafood
- Sports
- Television
- Looking for things
- Women with attitude
- Being a passenger
{} In-Depth Appearance {}
Cole stands about 5’11” and is of a well-built body type. He tries to work out fairly regularly and most people would comment that he takes decent care of himself. He has some visible muscle definition around his arms and midsection. Forearms are very taught from handling control surfaces for years. Women tend to notice that he has one green and one brown eye that are sullen from years of scanning horizons and searching for dirt runways in the bush. There are already visible lines showing around the edges. Facial features are proportionally framed, but he has a slight hereditary crook in his nose. There’s often a layer of stubble every other day as daily shaving aggravates his nickel allergy. Hair is naturally curly and often tousled to one side or the other from a slight widow’s peak and can get unruly from time to time. He only gets a haircut about every two to three months.
Overall his appearance has a growing look of weather to it. Some gray hairs are visible occasionally and the tan of his skin has a certain view of transition from the last vestiges of youth to worn outdoorsman.
At the time of the crash, he would have been wearing a black compression undershirt, a white button down short-sleeve shirt with the collar loosely protruding from a black sweatshirt that has his wings and the company logo screen-printed on the front left chest matching his four, gold captain’s stripes sewn onto the shoulders. Dark gray cargo pants with leather belt, black socks and hiking boots would round it out.
{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}
He has no distinguishing marks or piercings, hands carry a few noticeable scars and past burns that are visible upon closer inspection, but nothing serious. He wears a $50 “aviator” watch his mom gave him years ago that keeps good time, the standard pilot’s gold/metal-framed, clichéd sunglasses, an old, worn blue Dehavilland Canada baseball cap and a hiking carabiner clipped to his belt loop with various keys.
When The Nosewheel’s Behind You
{} Contents of Suitcase {}
Since he’s flying the plane, he would not have a suitcase, these are the logical contents of a “normal” bush plane as far as safety traveling equipment based on setting and typical dispatch prior to picking up the unexpected passenger service:
- (1) Tarp
- (1) Basic Tube Tent
- (2) Ponchos
- (1) Box of Heavy Duty Garbage Bags
- (2) Bottle of Iodine Crystals
- (3) Box of Basic Survival Rations (week supply)
- (1) Large Medical Kit
- (1) Leatherman
- (1) Knife Sharpener
- (1) Survival Saw
- (4) Chemical Light Sticks
- (2) Emergency Blankets
- (1) Flashlight
- (2) Flares
- (1) Whistle
- (2) Roll Toilet Paper
- (2) Roll Duct Tape
- (1) Roll Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil
- (1) Roll Parachute Cord
- (1) Box of Gallon Zipper-Lock Freezer Bags
- (1) Empty Coffee Can
- (1) Signal Mirror
- (1) Flint and Steel Fire Starter (pocket-size)
- (1) Aviation Survival Spark-Lite Kit
{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}
These are the items he would carry for himself on any flight:
- (1) Locking Fold Out Knife, Non-Serrated
- (1) Complete Change of Clothes
- (2) Protein Bars
- (1) Golf Driver and a Few Balls
- (1) Book He’s Currently Reading Hornet’s Sting by Derek Robinson
- (1) Satellite Phone
- (1) Metal Case Clipboard (Containing the “Ship’s Papers” various printouts of the Flightplan, Weather, Alternates, Aircraft State, Fuel Planning, Departure Planning, and Takeoff Data)
{} Business or Pleasure? {}
Business. He’s flying the plane.
{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}
Outdoors, though he’s not a “survivalist” by any means, he has had adequate training to suit his chosen profession:
+ FAA Basic Survival Training For General Aviation
+ ETI Pilot & Aircrew Survival Training for Hot and Cold Environments
{} Role Play Sample {}
It was just a little too quiet. Not that the Tibetan plateau was normally the setting of a lot of excitement. When the wind was calm on some days a person would have to truly strain just to hear any sound. Cole liked it that way. He was about as far away from drama as was possible, save for Antarctica, maybe. He mused on the thought of giving that a shot once he was tired of this job. No, things were too quiet because the dispatch office hadn’t called in several hours which normally meant they were plotting something. He looked down at the satellite phone that was clipped to his side. Only the time was displayed and no calls.
Behind him, unloading was underway; the great clamshell side-doors of the BT-67, a completely rebuilt, turbo-prop converted World War Two era Douglas DC-3, were wide open and being carefully unloaded with specialized ramps. Whatever it was, they were being exceptionally gentle with it. The meager staff of the high altitude observatory was certainly glad to receive it. The manifest had only listed it as, “Scientific Equipment, Extremely Fragile” and he reckoned it had something to do with the telescope’s lenses. They’d had to wait for a day of perfect weather to fly it out.
The “driving-range” as he had nicknamed the location was an improved dirt strip straddled by a huge, bulbous observatory and its connected support buildings. It had been a regular stop for years, but recently Cole regarded it as a bit of a drag. The current staff of the station was fairly anti-social compared to those that had cycled in before them. Hardly a word was said any time he stopped and they showed little interest in learning how the station had got its unofficial nickname, given by him, naturally. He pressed a tee and ball into the ground, squared his shoulders with the club and sent the ball rocketing out over the rock escarpments in one swift motion down, down thousands of feet to the lower plain. He watched it go for a moment before turning back to his first officer, Xi, who was managing the brew-up under the nose of the aircraft. Xi seemed to sense Cole looking for some form of approval and grinned widely from behind his sunglasses giving two thumbs up as the steam rose from the teapot.
“Bollocks” Cole replied. “No finesse at all, Xi. I drive the ball like a bulldozer, no placement on the green.”
Xi shrugged, unsure what to say. He was sure that Captain Stephens was quite mad.
Cole shook his head and put another ball and tee into the ground. He reminded himself that Xi was new to the roster and only spoke enough good English to make the radio calls. He squared his shoulders yet again, aiming to work a little finesse into his backswing as the phone erupted midway through the motion with its high-pitched monotone squeal. “Bloody hell…” He said and cursed under his breath. The ball sliced off the end of the club flying nearly perpendicular to where he was standing, but with a nice arch this time. He flipped the antenna up and put the device next to his ear. “This is Captain Stephens…” He tried, very poorly, not to sound annoyed.
“Captain, I see you are still at the ‘driving range’?” A polite female voice said through the other end. “Have you finished unloading?”
Cole was already halfway back to the plane and glancing under the wing to see how the station staff was coming along. “Just about, what’ve ya got?” He prayed it wasn’t anything too bad this time.
“Air China has diverted a flight to Gunsa due to engine failure. They are chartering out the passengers and we have a lucrative passenger service to Lhasa we can run in a combi.” By, “combi” she meant picking up passengers and cargo simultaneously. It was a pretty big score in aviation accounting.
Cole glanced at his watch. Each head would be worth a handsome sum for sure, but it would be at least an hour flight south to get them after they reloaded here. They would then have to refuel in Gunsa, load the cargo and board the passengers, then fly another three hours back to Lhasa. It would be dark by the time he even made the landing pattern. “I don’t have a flight attendant.” He said smartly knowing one would be required by International Civil Aviation regulations. He really didn’t feel like dealing with people today.
“We have an attendant at Gunsa who just finished up her rest period for you and needs to return to Lhasa.” The voice replied cheerfully.
Cole was ready; “Doubt I have enough seats on board right now.” The BT-67 offered removable seats in the cabin that could be stowed to increase cargo capacity. Since Cole rarely hauled a full load of passengers he only kept the minimum extra seating on board to keep the weight down.
“Luckily we have extra seating available for you!” She was very chipper this time.
Cole pursed his lips a little and placed a hand on the cold wing of the aircraft feeling the rivets under his fingers. He didn’t really have any other excuses. Who the bloody hell would want to ride in this thing? “Alright, tell them we’ll be down in a minute.” He groaned shaking his head.
“Fantastic! Thank you Captain Stephens! Please hurry down safely!” The girl chirped.
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” |
9,945 | 277 | 17 | 240 | 420 | Kiki Williams
AND
Angelino Fabbro
Interacting with:
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
“You must be Kiki.” He said all formal, not looking up from his stupid clipboard, “If it’s still on board we’ll get it out asap.”
She gave a quick curtsey, bending her leg behind herself. ”That would be me,” she said coolly.
“I’m going speak to everyone before we get started. Do me a favor and keep an eye on this gentleman over here.” He said before gesturing toward someone. She followed his gaze to a guy with a far away look in his eye and a cloth wrapping around his head. Was he there the whole time? She must be just as out of it. She crossed her arms and looked over to him.
”Hurt anywhere?” she said as she put her hip to the side, ”Besides the head, I mean.”
Angelino didn’t follow the advice the pilot gave him about sitting down. He felt shaken but he opted to stand. His thoughts were interrupted by a female voice, he smiled a bit at her. “Was lucky enough not to get any other injuries.” He shifted his bag and offered his hand for a shake. “Angelino Fabbro. What about you? In one piece?”
”Kiki,” she said plainly, lifting her sweater a bit to show the bruises across her midsection, ”Bruised, but nothing’s broken,” she pulled her sweater back down then wiggled her finger, signaling for him to bend over to her level. ”Cut on your head will bleed like a motherfucker,” she shivered slightly at the wind on her back, she should have worn more layers. ”It looks a lot worse than it is. If you start feeling sleepy, tell me,”
Angelino made a small wince when Kiki showed him her bruises, knowing with time they will get more color probably. “I noticed the amount of bleeding was a lot.” He leaned a bit down allowing the pink head to check the bandage around his head. “Are you a doctor? And I don’t feel sleepy. That is the last thing on my mind now.” He took a small breath, still feeling more or less fine with the chilly temperature. “The plane crash is higher on my priority list of topics to think about.” He glanced at his watch which survived and was still ticking away in the three time zones.
“Not yet,” she chimed, reaching up to check the bandage, ”That’s good, means you don’t have a concussion,” it was wrapped like a field dressing. It would do him fine for a few hours but it would need to be replaced and the wound may need to be cleaned. She looked up at the guy then turned away, ”You’ll be just fine,” she said plainly. She looked around through the eye-blinding snow as she stepped out, keeping her arms crossed tightly against her chest then sat down some meters away on a rock. Kiki was always annoyed and yet fascinated about how well snow dampened sound, almost feeling like they were in a bubble. ”Come, sit. Warmer together,” she requested, her rump complaining about the cold, wet surface but they both needed to sit.
He righted himself back up, as Kiki declared he will be fine. “Kind of lucky two doctors or at least to ladies with medical knowledge survived.” He commented more to himself than to Kiki, watching her sit down. He tilted his head for a moment before he moved his fingers in the air as if he was counting something and then opened the suitcase he dragged with him outside. He pulled a nice looking jacket which was more than obviously part of a business suit and put it without a word around the smaller woman. He closed it up and sat beside her then. “Sorry should have thought of it earlier. ” Angelino rubbed the bandage in an apologetic gesture. “On a side note I like you hair color reminds me of a friend from college. Last I saw her she was going for platinum.”
Kiki soon found herself bundled. She figured he’d not accept giving it back so she spread it across both of their shoulders, ”It’s not that special. Have you taken a first aid class before?” she truly wondered how anyone could live their life without knowing how to dress a wound. She guessed that is was common for some, maybe the indoorsy type.
“I did when I was doing my driver exam. But those lessons aren’t known for their quality.” He summed up accepting the gesture of sharing the jacket. He gave a small chuckle even if it sounded a bit cynical. “And no one in those classes covered airplane crashes….At least I have a story to tell my boy when I get home.” As he spoke that he once more looked at his watch. One finger tapping on it before he looked up and back at his conversation partner.
She grinned with half of her mouth, ”Yeah, I know what you mean,” she looked down at her feet, the blackness of her shoes being covered with flakes of snow, ”You have a kid? Also, why is your friend mining platinum? Is she in engineering or development or something?” it felt strange to be this talkative but it just felt right for some reason. Something to calm her nerves and let her know that the world is still going as it does.
“The best little mess maker there is. Daniel is six years will start school the following September.” He spoke much happier, as if simple thinking or having the reason to think about his boy already shifted his world into a better place. “He stays with his mother. ” And Angelino's voice lost a bit on the drive it had just seconds before. “ My friend she isn't exactly mining platinum. She sells crystals and does chi and aromatherapy. She dyed her hair a color she called platinum. She tried a lot of colors. Always complained how she couldn't find the shade that would show off her vibration.” Angelino filled the silence, one could see it on his face that he was wondering how strange it must sound to a mundane and business looking person to talk about spiritual things.
The guy next to her visibly perked up. She seemed to have succeeded in distracting both of them, ”That’s sweet, maybe you’ll be invited for show and tell one day and you can tell about crashing in a plane and meeting someone made of cotton candy,” she looked up and raised an eyebrow, ”Your friend sounds...interesting to say the least. It’s not easy to find colors that work well with you,” she had heard of these types of people, usually in rural places and in tribes. They seemed to be more superstitious in general, but she supposed that there had to be one or two in regular society that thought so. For example, ghost hunters had such a following that they made a TV show out of it. She just looked up at the sky, the snow clouding her eyelashes, ”I guess any religion is just trying to find purpose, so it would make slightly more sense to believe in physical objects,” she attempted to rationalise.
“ You make the plane crash sound like a children story. Next, we get pointed to shelter by a care bear.” He added as Kiki referred to her pink hair, it did look like cotton candy, now he couldn’t unsee that. He followed her look up to the sky and moved a bit closer the bit of adrenaline that must have carried him till now diminishing allowing him to feel the cold a bit more realistically. “I believe. In what exactly I am not so sure...” He looked back down to his knees. It was quite a wonder to be alive, even bigger to be alive after today. They turned a few moments later as they heard someone else leaving the plane, the creak of metal sounding through the snow. | Rebekka (Kiki) Ida Williams
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
”There is no exquisite beauty...without some strangeness in the proportion,” -Edgar Allan Poe
Hello Kitty - Avril Lavigne | Lilly Allen - F😸ck You
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Bones
🐰 Full-Birth Given Name 🐰
Rebekka Ida Williams
🐼 Preferred Name | Nickname 🐼
Kiki
💋 Sex Identification 💋
Female - Bisexual
🚼 Established In 🚼
19 July 1995 - Age 20
💔 Someone Back Home 💔
My cats, but my mum’s taking care of ‘em
🎧 Also Knowing 🎧
After graduating high school at the age of 16 she attended college for four years, double majoring in biology and ecology/evolution/conservation. During this time she was recruited as a field scientist and spent her last three summers in Africa a to work on an evolution project. Her sector mostly handled Zimbabwe and Botswana.
She speaks fluent English and Swedish as well as medical latin, although she’d like to learn more.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Meat
☔ Personality ☔
Kiki doesn’t give a f😸ck. Despite what people might think by her appearance, Kiki is an intelligent and successful human being. She graduated high school early and has earned marks toward being a scientist. She’s even a greenie, eating organic, recycling and is a fan of Green ideas. Green is the new pink. Pink is the new black.
Besides studying, she enjoys quite a bit of music and art, which is how she came across her style. She could never choose if she wanted to be frilly and girly or black and moody so she chose both! She can both scoff with disgust and giggle like a schoolgirl without feeling out of character.
👽 Quirks | Habits 👽
Chewing on pens
Counting to 4 over and over again, steps, breaths and such
Sometimes what she touches in a certain way she feels like she needs to do the same with the other hand
😃 Likes & Dislikes 😨
✔ Science/Knowledge
✔ Discovery
✔ Cats
✔ Cute things!
✔ Cupcakes
✔ Telling people exactly what she’s thinking
✔ Seeing people’s face when they find out what she’s like
✖ Being ignored
✖ Stupidity
✖ People who think that they’re “normal”
✖ Judging by outer appearances
✖ Being told what to do
✖ Pineapples on pizza. Fight me.
💄 In-Depth Appearance 💄
In short, Kiki looks like an angry ball of cotton candy. Her teased, curled up locks of hair stand out from her head and rest on her shoulders. Her dark makeup and plushy pink lips round out the look. Her skin is fair and she has no visible tattoos when wearing regularly fitting clothes. She is short, only about 5’2” but her thick boots boost her an inch. She’s thin, but not bony, weighing about 115lbs. Perhaps the reason that she dresses up her body so much is the fact that she is uncomfortable with it. Her torso is unproportionally long and adversely that makes her legs a bit shorter, adding to the effect that she is stubby. She’s learned to not care and just wear cute skirts instead.
On flight:
Black, oversized jumper - Picture of cat, “Black cats steal hearts not souls”
Spaghetti strap shirt - Floral
Pink, ripped jeans that you can see the socks under
Long socks - Black with pink skulls all the way up
Combat boots - Black
Fingerless gloves - Black
Three thin necklaces of different lengths
Skeleton earrings
Large, round sunglasses - Pink rims
Small black wristlet - ID, Papers, Passport, Money, Cards
Ribbon in hair
Headphones and old iPod nano
👢 Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. 👢
She usually wears chokers, but necklaces are nice, too. Sometimes a ring, bracelet or earrings are thrown into the bunch but she always wears a thin, silver toe ring from her sister.
Tattoos: Abandoned building in moonlight-Right shoulder, Skull with roses exploding from it-Right side ribcage, Cat with floral crown-Left thigh,Galaxy-colored moon-back of neck.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀
The Skin
☣ Contents of Suitcase ☣
To her dismay, most of her (boring) clothing would be provided. They’d tie her up in beige, weather-appropriate clothes and things less offensive to the area. Because of this, she only bothered to pack one of her own outfits along with underwear, an extra sports bra, plain black t-shirts, extra boots and her supplies inside of their own seperate briefcase. She didn’t even bring a cell phone or bother to apply for a weapons permit for the hold as these would all be on-site for her. The only actual “survival” item she bothered to take was a cute canteen that she found with black cats all over it.
Plastic tubes with lids and swabs for samples
Water testing supplies
Small, low-powered microscope
Glass slides
More detailed reading about species of animals and plants in the area
Notecards on tribes and words in their language with a phonetic helper (Hello, I am not dangerous, I am studying nature etc)
Isopropyl alcohol
Agar plates, powdered agar and a single-plate incubator with swabs
College-ruled notebook - .5 inch thick
Small, 2-ounce dropper vials of hydrochloric acid, ascorbic acid, indophenol, Lugol's iodine etc inside of a bulletproof case
Test tubes
💼 Contents of Carry-On Bag 💼
Backpack of Doom:
Comfy sleeping gown - Skeleton design
Small makeup bag - Lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, powder. Pencils and pens in here, too.
Field guide, important notes on species - Book, 2.5 inch thick hardback
Daily journal with ample room for writing - Pink and black stripes
Digital Camera
Wristlet with papers, ID etc.
Solar charger - Can charge her phone in about 5 hours and the camera in 8-12
🍖 Business or Pleasure? 🍖
Business. As an upcoming and knowledgeable biologist, she has been hired toward medicinal advancement involving Tibet. The locals have a surprisingly low number of deaths and diseased persons so her company has sent her to gather what she can in the next three months.
☼ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☽
Although well-acquainted with both, she was last in Africa so she’s a bit sick of it. She’s looking forward to being shut into meetings, labs and monasteries for the first week. Although, that will wear on her as well and she’ll probably enjoy getting dirt on her hands and making rad discoveries.
❤ Role Play Sample ❤
Kiki stood outside of her apartment and chewed her gum as she waited. The taxi from her company should come any minute now. She shifted her weight to her toes and then back to her heels again impatiently. She had already said goodbye to everyone yesterday and pretended that she was leaving just after the party. This was not true, she got a good night's sleep before waking up at 4am to stand outside in the fog for a taxi. Finally, at 04:15 a blue taxi with no light on top pulled around the corner, she waved and they slowly pulled up beside her and rolled the window down. She pulled her headphones around her neck and leaned forward.
“Excuse me, do you know if a Ms.Williams lives here?” a man said in fairly good Swedish as he looked up into the windows above.
She scoffed, “That would be me. Do you see anyone else standing outside with luggage?” she held out her arms, both she and the driver were flabbergasted.
“My apologies, Miss!” he quickly jumped from his seat and met her on the sidewalk, “It’s just, I usually pick up doctors and biologists for this company,” he chuckled, the faintest smell of aftershave on the middle-aged man’s cheeks. “Are you the daughter of someone in the company? If I would have known I would have never made you wait, Miss Will-”
The man stood up as he heard a door shut. She was already sitting in the back with her headphones cupping her ears again. He sighed and placed her carry-on in the back before returning to his seat. She watched with her head resting on the cool window as they drove through the sleepy town. She had only been in her hometown for two weeks but it felt like a lifetime of suffering and enduring her family and their questions. It was quite annoying to explain what she was doing and what she found over and over again and in a simplistic way that they could understand. She was glad to be on the road again.
The neatest thing about going with a company rather than a research team was that she had a card of magic, otherwise known as a credit card. She could use it on essentially anything she wanted, so long as it applied to the mission. If she spent an ungodly amount of money they might look into it but they are covering all of her food, boarding and other various expenses for this trip. Not to mention, she’d be staying with some incredible scientists to work alongside them and learn from them. They’d lead her through everything from their labs to the mountains, teaching her how to make discoveries of her own. Sure, companies were more about finding a use for a discovery but that just added another element to this trip. She was at work, working and it was too good to be true. She bounced as they drove over a bump and groaned. It was an hour ride to the airport and she doesn’t want to think about the amount of time she will spend on a plane.
She didn’t know when she fell asleep but the slowing of the car pulled her out of the light snooze. Her headphones had fallen off of her head and rested on her shoulders. The man was speaking English with someone outside the car. She sat up and leaned forward to see a man in a suit peering back at her, “Ah, you must be Miss Williams!” he was rather obviously American or had spent a lot of time in the country.
She kept a stone cold look, “Yes, that’s me. And you are?” she paused the song that was blaring around her neck.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Dr.Andrew Jones. I’ll be briefing you on your stay in Tibet and prepping you. I’ll also be a kind of chaperone,” his smile was so warm it nearly seemed genuine. She just looked at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. After a moment he clapped his hands together once and walked to the other side of the cab to open her door. She rolled out of the car and walked past him, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. The driver shuffled to the back of the car and gathered her luggage.
It was a long, gruelling wait as she waited for the plane. Dr.Jones here seemed to be able to talk for hours on end. He talked about his family, how he had two little girls,
“The little one’s Sarah, she’s just two,” he pointed to the little girl chewing on a stuffed dog’s ear, “And this is Hannah, she’s six and can already read quite well,”
How he had worked in Tibet for years,
“Beautiful country, Tibet. We’re going to have to take you to the mountains with us, breathtaking views,”
And odd little quirks including a love for birds.
This funny little guy is a hoopoe, and this is the Golden Pheasant, took the picture in western China while working on a blood-clotting plant. Oh and this is the crowned crane, and…
She had to admit, his ambition and energy were inspiring. She didn’t admit it, but she had taken a liking to this guy. Soon they were called to board the plane and found their seats in business class. It was pretty much like coach but with slightly more leg room and you get your food before coach. As she passed the members of coach she saw their grumpy faces, tiredness, and just a general hatred of being here. She noticed some staring, and even what appeared to be American armed service members, judging by the clothing.
She had the privilege of sitting next to the window and having her new guardian on the outside. After her stomach twisted at their ascent, her nerves finally calmed down and they to speak again. And they would be just Dr.Jones.
After some polite conversation, he smacked his lips together, “I almost forgot. I know you passed all of the exams and signed the papers but there’s one last step. I have to quiz you about a few things just to make sure you’re prepared,”
Kiki nods once and slides to turn towards him, pausing her music. He pulls out notecards, “Can you identify this plant?”
“That’s buckwheat,” she said plainly, he asked if it was edible, “Yes, of course. It’s a wheat,” she shook her head. She wondered if this entire “test” would be like this.
“Mustard, edible. Tea leaves, edible. Jasmine, edible. Are you just trying to make me hungry?”
She smiled and they both chuckled. After their test of basic flora, fauna, Buddhism, and geography was over he smiled and turned the paper around, “Not bad, 85%. Pretty average score. Just sign here,” He pointed to a small x at the bottom, “Now you’re officially on the team! Welcome.”
About this time the attendants came around with snacks and drink. After getting in some cheese and crackers with juice she rolled to the side and crumpled a pillow under her neck and dozed off. At some point during the flight she awoke to food on her table again. She looked over to a sleeping Dr.Jones and gladly ate her now-cold pasta and lukewarm salad. She drank down the water, passed the refuse to an attendant and fell back asleep.
An unnerving feeling grew through her stomach. She awoke and clutched at her middle, certain that she had food poisoning. She took off her headphones but it took her a few moment to understand the commentary above her. She looked around, dazed as an orange thing comes toward her face. She looked to Dr.Jones and saw an oxygen mask on him. The pressure in the air didn’t feel like it had dropped, her ears didn’t hurt too bad but the deep dips of the plane flipped her stomach over. Dr.Jones spoke loudly to her, “Bend over and put your arms behind your head, like this!” he proceeded to show her, sitting over in his seat and creating a shell over himself. She immediately copied him just as the plane took another dip, feeling like they were now driving over a very gravely road at a high speed. She gagged and winced as the pressure changed, her ears feeling like they might explode. The dip down hadn’t evened out like it had before, instead getting bumpier and throwing them around violently.
Kiki held on tight to herself but suddenly felt a large arm pull her over and a heavy weight on top of her before the disorienting feeling of tipping filled her body she panicked and then everything went dark at once.
💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 -- 💀 -- 🎀 |
9,946 | 277 | 18 | 19 | 1,003 | мcĸenna avery ĸnowleѕ
Interacting With ☬ Co(le)-Pilot ☬
Get it..Cole the Pilot ~ Cole-Pilot! Haha.. okay, don't laugh at my puns.. it's okay. No one does :lol
Kenna dismissed the pilot's need for grouping together for a pep talk and the suggestion to sit down. Not with the way her head had been feeling, but she wouldn't let anyone on to that. She knew just how to act to make it seem like she was okay, Kenna always had such major control over herself with even the worst of wounds bothering her. She however heard inventory was needed to be inspected, perking her interest to help out, suddenly. "Let me find my luggage pack and I'll help you with that, sir." Making her way back to the cargo hold, Kenna twisted the latch open and yanked the door ajar, immediately spotting her bag. Grabbing the damned thing, she pulled it closer to her and knelt down to dig through it. Grabbing out the two loaded mags, shoving one of them up into her Tavor SAR-16, then unfolded and locked her Kel-Tec SU-16B into place, repeating the same step. Sliding the Kel-Tec strap over her shoulder, she picked out a single set of clothes she could wear, a new shirt to change into, her notebooks and the two extra empty mags with a couple ammo boxes to accompany them.. shoving all but the shirt she'd brought out to change in to her carry-on. She wouldn't need the rest, and she knew that. The plane didn't have enough on it to sustain them till help arrived, if it did at all. Things like this were easy for Kenna to get through, she'd done it a couple of times back in the day. This would be no different.
Returning to the front of the plane, Kenna saw the pink haired female and the man she'd previously helped getting warm together, exchanging conversation. It was good to see from the both of them, it meant they didn't sustain terrible injuries that would have most definitely knocked them out again by now. Kenna on the other hand was having issues standing straight, but refused to let herself sit down. Shit had to get done. She made her way passed the ethnically mixed man, stopping a few feet away to turn and watch him continue going over the bodies marking x's on the deceased people's foreheads. Her lips formed a hard, thin line as she witnessed him do this, taking a slight offense to it but decided not to speak on it. She knew it would help in the long run, but felt it highly disrespectful to do such a thing, instead, tried to ignore it. Kenna knelt down to a child she noticed slumped over in their seat with the upper half of their, one could only assume, parent's body collapsed over them. Most likely to shield the poor child in hopes of survival, for at least one of them.
First, Kenna checked the adult but quickly moved on to check the child's pulse when she found none on the parent. Kenna's heart dropped. There was a pulse. Almost in a panic, she immediately pushed the parent's shielding body off the child and sat the dirty-blond boy up in his seat, looking him over. "We got another live one, over here. Child. Seat 9, Row J," she called out towards the Pilot up front. The poor boy was out cold. Releasing his seat belt, Kenna gently tapped the boy's cheek a few times to attempt waking him. "Hey there, buddy. Can you hear me? Come on, bud. Wake up." It wasn't much longer before the boy's eyes fluttered open, his expression quite confused as he looked around the inside of the plane. That is, until he found himself looking over at his bloody, motionless father beside him, in which he screamed out indefinitely, scrambling away from the lifeless body in which he broke down into immediate tears.
"Daddy! The boy screamed, his whole body language proved to those around him in the room that he was conflicted. Would he stay away or rush to try waking him? Before he could make a decision, Kenna gently grabbed up the young boy with her left arm barred over his chest and the other beneath his legs to put him in a sit position in her grasp. The small boy kicked and screamed, screaming for his father all the while Kenna quietly 'shhhh'd him repeatedly to try and calm him down. She realized the time he'd began thrashing about in her arms, he seemed to cradle his right arm against his chest. Kenna decided to focus his attention on that. "Hey, hey hey hey.. buddy. Easy, now." Gently, Kenna sat the boy down in an empty seat in the front row far away from where his lifeless parent was, waiting till he looked her in the eye, still sniffling and hyperventilating. His eyes were forced into slits, which was probably due to his growing headache he had to have had by now from a possible concussion and crying to add to it.
Kenna tucked her hair behind her ear and gently shifted the gun strapped over her shoulder, looking back into the little boy's eyes. "Hey there. Are you hurting anywhere besides here?" she gestured to his lower stomach where his seat belt had been, knowing full well he'd have some kind of bruising there from the impact. The boy nodded slowly, tenderly holding his arm up an inch above where it'd been laying before. "Well, I used to be a doctor in the military back in the day. Mind if I take a look at your arm? Might hurt a little, but it's best we check out what's wrong with your arm now before it gets hurt worse, okay?" His slow nod assured her it was alright as she began to gently squeeze his arm as she ran her hands over his little arm, pulling her hand away when he lets out a tiny cry. There was a fairly large lump protruding from his forearm, it had to be broken. | McKenna Avery Knowles
"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn
Superman by Moi Navarro | Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams
Ain't Nothin' In This World For Free
☬ Full-Birth Given Name ☬
McKenna Avery Knowles, at your service.
☬ Preferred Name | Nickname ☬
I go by Kenna, Mak or Avery. Those from the service days call me by last name only.
☬ Sex Identification ☬
Bi-sexual female, here.
☬ Established In ☬
May 20th, 1989. I am 27-years-old.
☬ Someone Back Home ☬
My young son, Phoenix and 'baby' brother, James are 'back home' waiting for my return. My son's father is no longer in the picture, and my brother watches him while I'm gone.
☬ Also Knowing ☬
I was in the Marines a few years back. Since having Phoenix I've left that life behind, for the most part. Still visit some of my old brothers and sisters at arms from time to time, though. I also brought along with me, my old battle buddy, Coyote. (pronounced 'k-eye-oat') He's missing his front left leg, and wears a prosthetic one. He lost it in the last fight he fought in, beside me. Since then, he's been retired. They were going to put him down until I spoke up and adopted him. No soldier left behind!
No, There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
☬ Personality ☬
I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent soldier. I am well disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to being a Marine. As a regular person though, it goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented when it comes to my brothers and sisters of the service. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated.
☬ Quirks | Habits ☬
→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meetings, etc. I like to be punctual.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious/start to experience PTSD, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. I used to have a bad habit of biting my fingernails, but I've trained myself not to do that, anymore.
☬ Likes & Dislikes ☬
+ Storms / Rain
+ Winter
+ 'Sweater Weather'
+ Sports Playing it, not watching.
+ Artsy activities
+ Smoking Not cigarettes.
+ Reading
+ Camping / Hiking
+ Family-orientated activities
+ Amusement parks
+ Traveling
+ Helping others, especially the less fortunate
+ People who make an effort
- Being touched unexpectedly
- Disrespectful/Loud-mouthed people
- People chewing with a open mouth
- Abuse (Animal/Child/Spousal/Elder/Etc)
- Unsportsmanlike conduct
- Seeing others in pain
- Confrontation, but will step up if necessary
☬ In-Depth Appearance ☬
I stand at a whopping 5'11" and weigh 154 lbs, sporting an athletic build. I have dark brown hair with highlighted ends, and golden-brown eyes to match them. I have slightly bigger hands than the average woman.. always hated that about me, honestly, but tend to come in handy more often than not. My lips are thin and pale, while my skin is sun-kissed and remains clear until around that time of the month in which I break out in small areas on my face.I try to keep my make-up as minimum as possible, never really have been one to use it. All I really use is eyeliner and a bit of mascara. I've got a bit of a Mexican / Native American look to me, and if you heard my name before seeing my face, you'd think you were meeting the wrong person.
Currently, I am wearing a white v-neck undershirt with my grey sweatshirt and brown bomber jacket over it, and thick black jeans with dark brown boots to go with the jacket. And my aviator glasses. Can't forget those, haha. I have a concealed Ka-Bar in my jacket.
☬ Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. ☬
Well, let's see.. I've got quite a few scars, ranging from gunshot wounds, to stab wounds, to old scars from my childhood that cannot actually be seen anymore due to a tattoo now covering them up. I was a very emotionally disturbed child, back in the day, and took it upon my own free will to physically harm myself when my life began to head south. A tattoo of a black wolf now hides those ugly scars on my right thigh. On both feet, I have wolf paws tattooed on. I've always felt a close, sort of 'native connection' to wolves and have seen myself as one for as long as I can remember. A lone wolf, at that. When surrounded by those I love, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. Many other reasons I can relate to wolves, but I'll save that for a later time. Right over my heart, I've got my family tree growing out of it. Crows fleeing from the half barren tree, a sort of symbol for the 'family' that left me behind those many moons ago. On each of my forearms, I have a quote surrounding a ship's wheel and an anchor that reads 'Be the one to guide me but never hold me down'. Each shoulder of mine is covered with black raven wings, and between those resides a tattoo of a small Irish Claddagh just under the base of my neck. As for jewelry and accessories, I wear aviators when out running errands or traveling outdoors. Around my neck, I have a paper crane necklace that my son picked out for me not too long ago. I never take it off. They accompany my dog tags. The ring I wear on my right ring finger is an old ring of my mom's that was actually the engagement ring from my father. They never married, but I kept it after she passed as a reminder of the love I never got to see them in, as a child.
Until We Close Our Eyes For Good
☬ Contents of Suitcase ☬
→ 4 sets of white v-neck short sleeve t-shirts, 2 tank tops, 4 pairs of bras
→ 5 sets of jeans (2 blue, 3 black), 5 pairs of underwear
→ 8 pairs of socks
→ hair brush, a bar of soap, small bottles of conditioner and shampoo
→ 1 small body towel and a single washcloth
→ toothbrush, toothpaste, and small bottle of mouthwash
→ Notebook journal with 2 black ink pens and one red ink pen
→ Collapsible water/food bowl for Coyote
→ Kel-Tec SU-16B (green)
→ Tavor SAR-16 (custom white)
☬ Contents of Carry-On Bag ☬
→ "Light" reading. 'Wolf by Wolf' by Ryan Graudin
→ 2 Dasani water bottles
→ Bag of trail mix and a couple dog bones for Coyote
→ 1 packaged turkey sandwich bought from food court
→ a stuffed animal wolf of my son's that he wanted me to bring, so I could give it back to him when I come home
→ iPod Touch & Earphones
→ Knife
→ Concealed handgun. Beretta M9.
☬ Business or Pleasure? ☬
A bit of both, I guess. I got on this plane to Beijing for some business with some old Marine buddies of mine who reside in China.
☬ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☬
You can say I'm quite the outdoorsman. Before I was in the Marines, I went camping quite often. No bull crap camping, either. Pitching a tent, laying under the stars, making a campfire, defending your camp from bears and coons, kind of camping. All of it. Hiking is also a hobby of mine. My son loves going with me, too. |
9,947 | 277 | 19 | 1,817 | 196 | Interacting with , McKenna Avery Knowles
A few thoughts bolted through Cole’s head at first sight of McKenna and her discovery. It seemed bizarre, as he first stepped into the cabin section that someone had apparently taken the time to mark the deceased. The images instantly disgusted him and his lips pursed tightly as his gaze scanned toward the woman and the child who had apparently been missed by their life or death notice agent. “What the fuck is wrong with people…” He mumbled. Before taking notice of the young survivor, Cole immediately locked on to the fact that his rescuer had already retrieved part of her weapons cache and donned it very nonchalantly. He was piecing things together fairly efficiently in his head, but decided to hold his tongue in front of the child. However, he doubted the other passengers would share in his consideration. She seemed to have good rapport in her tone with him and mentioned that she had once been a doctor in the “military”. Who the hell knows what that means. He thought to himself. Guess we’ll find out soon enough.
Still ignoring the weapons, Cole knelt down next to the pair as she did her work on his arm. “Just hang on buddy.” He said in as patriarchal a tone as he could summon. He was a flyer, not a fighter. Blood and gore were not his forte and as his eyes scanned around he had to fight a certain sense of revulsion particularly with the sight of those marked with the “X”. They were his passengers. He knew the image would probably never leave him.
Being honest with himself, Cole was weary of speaking with her, but other than Xi, he felt instinctively that she was the most competent person that had survived among the passengers. He ran a hand over his face and shifted the tired old hat on his head a little to scratch around his brow before turning so that his voice projected away from the child’s hearing. “When you finish up here and take him out, I want you to take a good look at that cargo door and the rear of the plane.” He said very calmly. | Coleman Lee Stephens
Up there the world is divided into bastards and suckers. Make your choice. -Derek Robinson, Piece of Cake, 1983
{Into the Black} by {Neil Young}
{Hearts Burst Into Fire} by {Bullet For My Valentine}
This Is Your Captain Speaking
{} Full-Birth Given Name {}
Coleman Lee Stephenson
{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}
Cole
{} Sex Identification {}
Male, hetero
{} Established In {}
June 6, 1985, 31-years-old
{} Someone Back Home {}
Has one younger sister back home, Jessica, and both parents still alive.
{} Also Knowing {}
Hailing from north Florida, Cole grew up around aircraft and was carried by the interest from an early age. College and thoughts of later joining the military as an officer tempted him in his teens, but he simply never felt a true calling to it, too many hassles. After attaining his private pilot’s license he set out on his own to gain experience and hours feeling his first call of the wild flying light aircraft in Alaska. He crashed his first plane and gained his commercial license and twin engine rating in the lower fjords before moving on to flying scientists, tourists and equipment in the Australian Outback. Higher pay, new scenery and allure of unfamiliar aircraft brought him to a small airline serving the Tibetan Wilderness. He’s been in the left seat flying various cargo and passengers for about four years over Tibet and has a good reputation with airline’s regular customers and native people.
You Know You’ve Arrived
{} Personality {}
Cole has a very gruff air about him and standing next to a dirty, overworked, aircraft one could tell that he was the captain even without his wings on. He’s very aware of himself and likes the gritty vibe that others get from him, like an old sailor, he enjoys the fact that he normally smells of exhaust fumes and worn upholstery. It’s an effect that he’s worked for years to achieve (and faked in his early career) and within the last few years, really feels like he’s come into: The vision of a man doing what he was meant to do. He’s very perfectionistic and detail oriented sometimes to the annoyance of others. Also a bit of a procrastinator, Cole has found, in his view, that many don’t meet up to his expectations, so he tends to place low standards on people to avoid feeling disappointed. He has a very short nerve for political conversations and likes to publicly voice how glad he is to be out of the United States and in the middle of nowhere when prompted, sometimes to the embarrassment of others.
{} Quirks | Habits {}
-Walks with an odd swagger, some may even call it a limp, it is highlighted by the sound of his keys jingling from the carabiner on his belt-loop. He thinks it came from a back injury he got while crash-landing a Cessna a few years ago. He doesn’t notice it.
-Sets his alarm clock to wake him up only in minutes that are prime numbers.
-Talks to himself, more often and more audibly the more frustrated he gets.
-Has an unusual mixed accent/dialect of Southern United States, Alaskan and Australian from his careers and travels.
-Very observant of coordination in people’s wardrobe choices, can’t stand mismatched colors or lack of symmetry.
{} Likes & Dislikes {}
+ Flying
+ Hitting Golf Balls
+ Caffeine – Hot Tea or Coffee
+ Books
+ Sarcasm
+ Tinkering/Fixing things
+ Conspiracy Theories (the crazier the better)
+ Flirting
- Politics
- Fingers being pointed at him (the physical action)
- Seafood
- Sports
- Television
- Looking for things
- Women with attitude
- Being a passenger
{} In-Depth Appearance {}
Cole stands about 5’11” and is of a well-built body type. He tries to work out fairly regularly and most people would comment that he takes decent care of himself. He has some visible muscle definition around his arms and midsection. Forearms are very taught from handling control surfaces for years. Women tend to notice that he has one green and one brown eye that are sullen from years of scanning horizons and searching for dirt runways in the bush. There are already visible lines showing around the edges. Facial features are proportionally framed, but he has a slight hereditary crook in his nose. There’s often a layer of stubble every other day as daily shaving aggravates his nickel allergy. Hair is naturally curly and often tousled to one side or the other from a slight widow’s peak and can get unruly from time to time. He only gets a haircut about every two to three months.
Overall his appearance has a growing look of weather to it. Some gray hairs are visible occasionally and the tan of his skin has a certain view of transition from the last vestiges of youth to worn outdoorsman.
At the time of the crash, he would have been wearing a black compression undershirt, a white button down short-sleeve shirt with the collar loosely protruding from a black sweatshirt that has his wings and the company logo screen-printed on the front left chest matching his four, gold captain’s stripes sewn onto the shoulders. Dark gray cargo pants with leather belt, black socks and hiking boots would round it out.
{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}
He has no distinguishing marks or piercings, hands carry a few noticeable scars and past burns that are visible upon closer inspection, but nothing serious. He wears a $50 “aviator” watch his mom gave him years ago that keeps good time, the standard pilot’s gold/metal-framed, clichéd sunglasses, an old, worn blue Dehavilland Canada baseball cap and a hiking carabiner clipped to his belt loop with various keys.
When The Nosewheel’s Behind You
{} Contents of Suitcase {}
Since he’s flying the plane, he would not have a suitcase, these are the logical contents of a “normal” bush plane as far as safety traveling equipment based on setting and typical dispatch prior to picking up the unexpected passenger service:
- (1) Tarp
- (1) Basic Tube Tent
- (2) Ponchos
- (1) Box of Heavy Duty Garbage Bags
- (2) Bottle of Iodine Crystals
- (3) Box of Basic Survival Rations (week supply)
- (1) Large Medical Kit
- (1) Leatherman
- (1) Knife Sharpener
- (1) Survival Saw
- (4) Chemical Light Sticks
- (2) Emergency Blankets
- (1) Flashlight
- (2) Flares
- (1) Whistle
- (2) Roll Toilet Paper
- (2) Roll Duct Tape
- (1) Roll Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil
- (1) Roll Parachute Cord
- (1) Box of Gallon Zipper-Lock Freezer Bags
- (1) Empty Coffee Can
- (1) Signal Mirror
- (1) Flint and Steel Fire Starter (pocket-size)
- (1) Aviation Survival Spark-Lite Kit
{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}
These are the items he would carry for himself on any flight:
- (1) Locking Fold Out Knife, Non-Serrated
- (1) Complete Change of Clothes
- (2) Protein Bars
- (1) Golf Driver and a Few Balls
- (1) Book He’s Currently Reading Hornet’s Sting by Derek Robinson
- (1) Satellite Phone
- (1) Metal Case Clipboard (Containing the “Ship’s Papers” various printouts of the Flightplan, Weather, Alternates, Aircraft State, Fuel Planning, Departure Planning, and Takeoff Data)
{} Business or Pleasure? {}
Business. He’s flying the plane.
{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}
Outdoors, though he’s not a “survivalist” by any means, he has had adequate training to suit his chosen profession:
+ FAA Basic Survival Training For General Aviation
+ ETI Pilot & Aircrew Survival Training for Hot and Cold Environments
{} Role Play Sample {}
It was just a little too quiet. Not that the Tibetan plateau was normally the setting of a lot of excitement. When the wind was calm on some days a person would have to truly strain just to hear any sound. Cole liked it that way. He was about as far away from drama as was possible, save for Antarctica, maybe. He mused on the thought of giving that a shot once he was tired of this job. No, things were too quiet because the dispatch office hadn’t called in several hours which normally meant they were plotting something. He looked down at the satellite phone that was clipped to his side. Only the time was displayed and no calls.
Behind him, unloading was underway; the great clamshell side-doors of the BT-67, a completely rebuilt, turbo-prop converted World War Two era Douglas DC-3, were wide open and being carefully unloaded with specialized ramps. Whatever it was, they were being exceptionally gentle with it. The meager staff of the high altitude observatory was certainly glad to receive it. The manifest had only listed it as, “Scientific Equipment, Extremely Fragile” and he reckoned it had something to do with the telescope’s lenses. They’d had to wait for a day of perfect weather to fly it out.
The “driving-range” as he had nicknamed the location was an improved dirt strip straddled by a huge, bulbous observatory and its connected support buildings. It had been a regular stop for years, but recently Cole regarded it as a bit of a drag. The current staff of the station was fairly anti-social compared to those that had cycled in before them. Hardly a word was said any time he stopped and they showed little interest in learning how the station had got its unofficial nickname, given by him, naturally. He pressed a tee and ball into the ground, squared his shoulders with the club and sent the ball rocketing out over the rock escarpments in one swift motion down, down thousands of feet to the lower plain. He watched it go for a moment before turning back to his first officer, Xi, who was managing the brew-up under the nose of the aircraft. Xi seemed to sense Cole looking for some form of approval and grinned widely from behind his sunglasses giving two thumbs up as the steam rose from the teapot.
“Bollocks” Cole replied. “No finesse at all, Xi. I drive the ball like a bulldozer, no placement on the green.”
Xi shrugged, unsure what to say. He was sure that Captain Stephens was quite mad.
Cole shook his head and put another ball and tee into the ground. He reminded himself that Xi was new to the roster and only spoke enough good English to make the radio calls. He squared his shoulders yet again, aiming to work a little finesse into his backswing as the phone erupted midway through the motion with its high-pitched monotone squeal. “Bloody hell…” He said and cursed under his breath. The ball sliced off the end of the club flying nearly perpendicular to where he was standing, but with a nice arch this time. He flipped the antenna up and put the device next to his ear. “This is Captain Stephens…” He tried, very poorly, not to sound annoyed.
“Captain, I see you are still at the ‘driving range’?” A polite female voice said through the other end. “Have you finished unloading?”
Cole was already halfway back to the plane and glancing under the wing to see how the station staff was coming along. “Just about, what’ve ya got?” He prayed it wasn’t anything too bad this time.
“Air China has diverted a flight to Gunsa due to engine failure. They are chartering out the passengers and we have a lucrative passenger service to Lhasa we can run in a combi.” By, “combi” she meant picking up passengers and cargo simultaneously. It was a pretty big score in aviation accounting.
Cole glanced at his watch. Each head would be worth a handsome sum for sure, but it would be at least an hour flight south to get them after they reloaded here. They would then have to refuel in Gunsa, load the cargo and board the passengers, then fly another three hours back to Lhasa. It would be dark by the time he even made the landing pattern. “I don’t have a flight attendant.” He said smartly knowing one would be required by International Civil Aviation regulations. He really didn’t feel like dealing with people today.
“We have an attendant at Gunsa who just finished up her rest period for you and needs to return to Lhasa.” The voice replied cheerfully.
Cole was ready; “Doubt I have enough seats on board right now.” The BT-67 offered removable seats in the cabin that could be stowed to increase cargo capacity. Since Cole rarely hauled a full load of passengers he only kept the minimum extra seating on board to keep the weight down.
“Luckily we have extra seating available for you!” She was very chipper this time.
Cole pursed his lips a little and placed a hand on the cold wing of the aircraft feeling the rivets under his fingers. He didn’t really have any other excuses. Who the bloody hell would want to ride in this thing? “Alright, tell them we’ll be down in a minute.” He groaned shaking his head.
“Fantastic! Thank you Captain Stephens! Please hurry down safely!” The girl chirped.
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” |
9,948 | 277 | 20 | 1,817 | 196 | Snowflakes were falling daintily and as the last of the cargo was unloaded. Cole conceded that for the moment he no longer had any desire to apply for a posting in Antarctica. No, there was a cargo route he’d flown in a DC-3 from the horn of Australia over the Torres Strait to Port Moresby that he was going back to as soon as this walk was out of the way. At fault or not, an airman who crashed in China was effectively finished. We’re sorry sir, no hard feelings, etc… He’d seen it before with some damn fine airmen. The Chinese were extreme perfectionists and never cared to be in the position of having to explain anything to a potential customer. He felt sorry for Xi especially. He looked east across the tundra and snorted, becoming annoyed. The pay in northern Oz had never been great, but the route was a milk-run and he thoroughly enjoyed showing up to work in shorts and Pom Town was a quite a howl if one knew where to look. Maybe he might even bring Xi along if he wanted to come. It wasn’t their fault someone had tried to blow them up.
No one had yet noticed the satellite phone still clipped to his side and when he realized the plane had indeed survived a bomb blast he quickly switched it off and gave the battery to Xi. The young Chinaman said nothing and only nodded knowingly. Whoever had done this had wanted no survivors. It was only luck that they’d managed to bring the plane down in a recognizable fashion. He reckoned the tired ground crew in Gunsa, who would have been near the end of their shift and in no mood to unload a diverted wide-body jetliner, had unknowingly loaded the device. Again, by sheer luck, the explosive was directional and blasted the cargo doors off along with a good section of the port passenger seating and made a mess of the tail. No, whoever had hatched the plot had planned for the explosion to move forward through the passenger cabin and ignite the center fuel tanks and kill everyone in one great fireball at nine-thousand feet. Shit happens. Even when the business is murder he thought grimly and almost laughed.
Cole checked his watch and looked around. He knew his survivors were likely carrying cell phones and other GPS-sensitive devices. Not that they would have a signal, but those items could still be tracked by unscrupulous characters. They all needed to be turned off, immediately. They were going to have questions as well. Namely, why had Xi and himself had changed into clothing belonging to some of the deceased passengers? They had also placed two of the bodies in the cockpit with their old uniforms. It wasn’t the most reverent activity in which he’d participant and he made sure no one noticed them. Those and other queries would get answered along the way. For now, they needed to get a move on, however he knew the rest of this rabble would expect some sort of explanation. He wasn’t the most eloquent and neither were the words as they came out. “If you haven’t noticed by now, some buggers tried to blow us all to hell…and damn near succeeded.” The words were like a dump-truck unloading a ton of stone at the quarry. Oh well, you’re in it now dumbass, don’t make a total cock-up of it. He thought as the rest of the words came. “Fortunately, there’s an abandoned observatory about twenty miles to our east. That’s going to be our first stop.”
He rested the golf driver on his shoulder that he’d been holding as he started to feel more confident in his words. “I know all of you have got a lot of questions and that’s fine, we’ll answer them, but for now just let my first officer and I help you get the essentials together so we can get away from this aircraft.” His tone was suddenly cutting enough that he surprised himself a little. “Whoever brought this plane down is going to come looking to make sure the job was done. We don’t want to be here when they arrive.” | Coleman Lee Stephens
Up there the world is divided into bastards and suckers. Make your choice. -Derek Robinson, Piece of Cake, 1983
{Into the Black} by {Neil Young}
{Hearts Burst Into Fire} by {Bullet For My Valentine}
This Is Your Captain Speaking
{} Full-Birth Given Name {}
Coleman Lee Stephenson
{} Preferred Name | Nickname {}
Cole
{} Sex Identification {}
Male, hetero
{} Established In {}
June 6, 1985, 31-years-old
{} Someone Back Home {}
Has one younger sister back home, Jessica, and both parents still alive.
{} Also Knowing {}
Hailing from north Florida, Cole grew up around aircraft and was carried by the interest from an early age. College and thoughts of later joining the military as an officer tempted him in his teens, but he simply never felt a true calling to it, too many hassles. After attaining his private pilot’s license he set out on his own to gain experience and hours feeling his first call of the wild flying light aircraft in Alaska. He crashed his first plane and gained his commercial license and twin engine rating in the lower fjords before moving on to flying scientists, tourists and equipment in the Australian Outback. Higher pay, new scenery and allure of unfamiliar aircraft brought him to a small airline serving the Tibetan Wilderness. He’s been in the left seat flying various cargo and passengers for about four years over Tibet and has a good reputation with airline’s regular customers and native people.
You Know You’ve Arrived
{} Personality {}
Cole has a very gruff air about him and standing next to a dirty, overworked, aircraft one could tell that he was the captain even without his wings on. He’s very aware of himself and likes the gritty vibe that others get from him, like an old sailor, he enjoys the fact that he normally smells of exhaust fumes and worn upholstery. It’s an effect that he’s worked for years to achieve (and faked in his early career) and within the last few years, really feels like he’s come into: The vision of a man doing what he was meant to do. He’s very perfectionistic and detail oriented sometimes to the annoyance of others. Also a bit of a procrastinator, Cole has found, in his view, that many don’t meet up to his expectations, so he tends to place low standards on people to avoid feeling disappointed. He has a very short nerve for political conversations and likes to publicly voice how glad he is to be out of the United States and in the middle of nowhere when prompted, sometimes to the embarrassment of others.
{} Quirks | Habits {}
-Walks with an odd swagger, some may even call it a limp, it is highlighted by the sound of his keys jingling from the carabiner on his belt-loop. He thinks it came from a back injury he got while crash-landing a Cessna a few years ago. He doesn’t notice it.
-Sets his alarm clock to wake him up only in minutes that are prime numbers.
-Talks to himself, more often and more audibly the more frustrated he gets.
-Has an unusual mixed accent/dialect of Southern United States, Alaskan and Australian from his careers and travels.
-Very observant of coordination in people’s wardrobe choices, can’t stand mismatched colors or lack of symmetry.
{} Likes & Dislikes {}
+ Flying
+ Hitting Golf Balls
+ Caffeine – Hot Tea or Coffee
+ Books
+ Sarcasm
+ Tinkering/Fixing things
+ Conspiracy Theories (the crazier the better)
+ Flirting
- Politics
- Fingers being pointed at him (the physical action)
- Seafood
- Sports
- Television
- Looking for things
- Women with attitude
- Being a passenger
{} In-Depth Appearance {}
Cole stands about 5’11” and is of a well-built body type. He tries to work out fairly regularly and most people would comment that he takes decent care of himself. He has some visible muscle definition around his arms and midsection. Forearms are very taught from handling control surfaces for years. Women tend to notice that he has one green and one brown eye that are sullen from years of scanning horizons and searching for dirt runways in the bush. There are already visible lines showing around the edges. Facial features are proportionally framed, but he has a slight hereditary crook in his nose. There’s often a layer of stubble every other day as daily shaving aggravates his nickel allergy. Hair is naturally curly and often tousled to one side or the other from a slight widow’s peak and can get unruly from time to time. He only gets a haircut about every two to three months.
Overall his appearance has a growing look of weather to it. Some gray hairs are visible occasionally and the tan of his skin has a certain view of transition from the last vestiges of youth to worn outdoorsman.
At the time of the crash, he would have been wearing a black compression undershirt, a white button down short-sleeve shirt with the collar loosely protruding from a black sweatshirt that has his wings and the company logo screen-printed on the front left chest matching his four, gold captain’s stripes sewn onto the shoulders. Dark gray cargo pants with leather belt, black socks and hiking boots would round it out.
{} Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. {}
He has no distinguishing marks or piercings, hands carry a few noticeable scars and past burns that are visible upon closer inspection, but nothing serious. He wears a $50 “aviator” watch his mom gave him years ago that keeps good time, the standard pilot’s gold/metal-framed, clichéd sunglasses, an old, worn blue Dehavilland Canada baseball cap and a hiking carabiner clipped to his belt loop with various keys.
When The Nosewheel’s Behind You
{} Contents of Suitcase {}
Since he’s flying the plane, he would not have a suitcase, these are the logical contents of a “normal” bush plane as far as safety traveling equipment based on setting and typical dispatch prior to picking up the unexpected passenger service:
- (1) Tarp
- (1) Basic Tube Tent
- (2) Ponchos
- (1) Box of Heavy Duty Garbage Bags
- (2) Bottle of Iodine Crystals
- (3) Box of Basic Survival Rations (week supply)
- (1) Large Medical Kit
- (1) Leatherman
- (1) Knife Sharpener
- (1) Survival Saw
- (4) Chemical Light Sticks
- (2) Emergency Blankets
- (1) Flashlight
- (2) Flares
- (1) Whistle
- (2) Roll Toilet Paper
- (2) Roll Duct Tape
- (1) Roll Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil
- (1) Roll Parachute Cord
- (1) Box of Gallon Zipper-Lock Freezer Bags
- (1) Empty Coffee Can
- (1) Signal Mirror
- (1) Flint and Steel Fire Starter (pocket-size)
- (1) Aviation Survival Spark-Lite Kit
{} Contents of Carry-On Bag {}
These are the items he would carry for himself on any flight:
- (1) Locking Fold Out Knife, Non-Serrated
- (1) Complete Change of Clothes
- (2) Protein Bars
- (1) Golf Driver and a Few Balls
- (1) Book He’s Currently Reading Hornet’s Sting by Derek Robinson
- (1) Satellite Phone
- (1) Metal Case Clipboard (Containing the “Ship’s Papers” various printouts of the Flightplan, Weather, Alternates, Aircraft State, Fuel Planning, Departure Planning, and Takeoff Data)
{} Business or Pleasure? {}
Business. He’s flying the plane.
{} Indoor or Outdoor Type? {}
Outdoors, though he’s not a “survivalist” by any means, he has had adequate training to suit his chosen profession:
+ FAA Basic Survival Training For General Aviation
+ ETI Pilot & Aircrew Survival Training for Hot and Cold Environments
{} Role Play Sample {}
It was just a little too quiet. Not that the Tibetan plateau was normally the setting of a lot of excitement. When the wind was calm on some days a person would have to truly strain just to hear any sound. Cole liked it that way. He was about as far away from drama as was possible, save for Antarctica, maybe. He mused on the thought of giving that a shot once he was tired of this job. No, things were too quiet because the dispatch office hadn’t called in several hours which normally meant they were plotting something. He looked down at the satellite phone that was clipped to his side. Only the time was displayed and no calls.
Behind him, unloading was underway; the great clamshell side-doors of the BT-67, a completely rebuilt, turbo-prop converted World War Two era Douglas DC-3, were wide open and being carefully unloaded with specialized ramps. Whatever it was, they were being exceptionally gentle with it. The meager staff of the high altitude observatory was certainly glad to receive it. The manifest had only listed it as, “Scientific Equipment, Extremely Fragile” and he reckoned it had something to do with the telescope’s lenses. They’d had to wait for a day of perfect weather to fly it out.
The “driving-range” as he had nicknamed the location was an improved dirt strip straddled by a huge, bulbous observatory and its connected support buildings. It had been a regular stop for years, but recently Cole regarded it as a bit of a drag. The current staff of the station was fairly anti-social compared to those that had cycled in before them. Hardly a word was said any time he stopped and they showed little interest in learning how the station had got its unofficial nickname, given by him, naturally. He pressed a tee and ball into the ground, squared his shoulders with the club and sent the ball rocketing out over the rock escarpments in one swift motion down, down thousands of feet to the lower plain. He watched it go for a moment before turning back to his first officer, Xi, who was managing the brew-up under the nose of the aircraft. Xi seemed to sense Cole looking for some form of approval and grinned widely from behind his sunglasses giving two thumbs up as the steam rose from the teapot.
“Bollocks” Cole replied. “No finesse at all, Xi. I drive the ball like a bulldozer, no placement on the green.”
Xi shrugged, unsure what to say. He was sure that Captain Stephens was quite mad.
Cole shook his head and put another ball and tee into the ground. He reminded himself that Xi was new to the roster and only spoke enough good English to make the radio calls. He squared his shoulders yet again, aiming to work a little finesse into his backswing as the phone erupted midway through the motion with its high-pitched monotone squeal. “Bloody hell…” He said and cursed under his breath. The ball sliced off the end of the club flying nearly perpendicular to where he was standing, but with a nice arch this time. He flipped the antenna up and put the device next to his ear. “This is Captain Stephens…” He tried, very poorly, not to sound annoyed.
“Captain, I see you are still at the ‘driving range’?” A polite female voice said through the other end. “Have you finished unloading?”
Cole was already halfway back to the plane and glancing under the wing to see how the station staff was coming along. “Just about, what’ve ya got?” He prayed it wasn’t anything too bad this time.
“Air China has diverted a flight to Gunsa due to engine failure. They are chartering out the passengers and we have a lucrative passenger service to Lhasa we can run in a combi.” By, “combi” she meant picking up passengers and cargo simultaneously. It was a pretty big score in aviation accounting.
Cole glanced at his watch. Each head would be worth a handsome sum for sure, but it would be at least an hour flight south to get them after they reloaded here. They would then have to refuel in Gunsa, load the cargo and board the passengers, then fly another three hours back to Lhasa. It would be dark by the time he even made the landing pattern. “I don’t have a flight attendant.” He said smartly knowing one would be required by International Civil Aviation regulations. He really didn’t feel like dealing with people today.
“We have an attendant at Gunsa who just finished up her rest period for you and needs to return to Lhasa.” The voice replied cheerfully.
Cole was ready; “Doubt I have enough seats on board right now.” The BT-67 offered removable seats in the cabin that could be stowed to increase cargo capacity. Since Cole rarely hauled a full load of passengers he only kept the minimum extra seating on board to keep the weight down.
“Luckily we have extra seating available for you!” She was very chipper this time.
Cole pursed his lips a little and placed a hand on the cold wing of the aircraft feeling the rivets under his fingers. He didn’t really have any other excuses. Who the bloody hell would want to ride in this thing? “Alright, tell them we’ll be down in a minute.” He groaned shaking his head.
“Fantastic! Thank you Captain Stephens! Please hurry down safely!” The girl chirped.
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” |
9,949 | 278 | 0 | 824 | 109 | A bit of back-story
________________________________________________________________________________
Earth contexts
-two days after all three gates had been discovered-
-An extract from an American earth newspaper,
Two days ago on the seventh of September three phenomenons appeared in different locations around the world; what appear to be large marble archways. It has now been confirmed that each object acts as a doorway to an unmapped planet similar to earth.
Three 'gates' ,as they are being called by officials, have manifested themselves. One within the city of Saskatoon, SK in Canada. One in the south African city of Johannesburg and one in the center of Tokyo, japan. It has been confirmed through astrological readings that all three gates lead to the same 'Otherworld'.
Japan was devastated by an attack from sentient beings from beyond the gate believed mostly to be human. As many as 4000 Otherworld troops, some atop huge flying creatures, swarmed through the gate and began to slaughter anyone within the city. The attackers were defeated by the JSDF within hours, despite their small number of personnel stationed in the city. Tragically civilian deaths are believed to be in the hundreds. Japan has responded by mobilizing 6000 troops through the gate to establish a settlement. The gate archway has been secured with a steal casing.
South Africa experienced a similar affair, though their attacker was but one creature. A large red being which would best be described as a dragon. It had already set a half mile wide radius of city ablaze before it was eliminated by air to air missiles. Casualties are believed to be in the thousands. As of now attempts are being made to destroy the archway, none of which have been successful.
Canada's gate has remained silent and they have reportably given America the go ahead to send an armored military units through their gate. The gate itself has been sealed off in a concrete wall.
These gates that have appeared will no doubtably change history forever. whether it be for better or for worse is unknown.
_______________________________________________________________________________
Otherworld contexts
-two days after all three gates had been discovered-
-An official report from the imperial army.
We have been defeated, all but 70 dead or imprisoned. Our enemy appeared at first to be those of similar culture, soon was it discovered they had cruel magic never seen once before. Even our dragons were shot from the skies by their powerful fires.
We have retreated from the hill of Arnus, defeated. Our enemy, unfortunately, has lain claim to the sacred hill of Arnus. But they are few in numbers, a second strike would surely drive them from our lands!
Long live the king.
Sir Reoir Narekov.
-A local news-pamphlet from a small desert village.
Citizens you may rest easy, for no longer shall we live in fear of the cruel wings of the basalt-rock fire-dragon.
Two days ago local farmer, Arkanoviksh Miles, witnessed divine punishment be bestow upon the fiery-fiend. As the great dragon swooped low to catch livestock from a hill a flash of white light appeared, and with it a great white prison. The dragon flew dazed into the cage entrance and has not returned. It is most likely trapped in the underworld, serving punishment for its crimes. Let us remind you that no one should approach the cage entrance, lest we disrespect the god who has so kindly removed our greatest nemesis.
_______________________________________________________________________________
World link map
Otherworld map
________________________________________________________________________________
Otherworld gate opening provinces.
Niorvria - green gate
Niorvria is home to many races, mostly elves and humans. The inhabitants live peacefully as its government is smart enough to avoid any possible wars through diplomatic processes.
The people of Niovria did not witness the gates opening.
The empire - red gate
The most powerful and richest nation the empire is inhabited almost solely by humans. It prides itself on its unmatchable military strength and many inhabitants treat the lands kings and rulers as gods, not always by their own will.
The people of the empire mobilized an army though their gate as soon as it was opened.
Corthoerm - yellow gate
The eastern province of Therom island, most inhabitants of the socialist corthoerm are human farmers. The country itself is very religions and has often found this as a reason to war with other nations.
The people of corthoerm believe the gates opening to be divine, and therefore should be left un-interacted with. | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,950 | 278 | 1 | 443 | 619 | This looks very interesting. I'm in. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,951 | 278 | 2 | 824 | 109 | Kit Black
- In front of the gate, southern Canada.
The blast of light and ear ringing screech knocked him to his knees, dazed. He put his hand to his forehead and tried to make out what had happened. As his eyes began to adjust he saw before him a great white arch. It must have been at least 40 foot high. It's massiveness mad him feel small by comparison. Kit stood, staring at the object. He was intrigued by its presence but at the same time rather frightened.
At first he didn't notice the figure standing to his right. He caught their movement from the corner of his eye. A young woman, maybe in her early twenties, she had long red hair. He wondered what she was doing here so late, possibly hiking too?. She seemed just as confused as himself...
He shouted to her, his ears were still ringing: "What the hell is going on?!" | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,952 | 278 | 3 | 443 | 619 | Aria made a soft whimper as she stared up at the Arch. "Wh....wha?" She whispered, hands covering the lower half of her face. "What's going ON!?" She hadn't noticed the other person yet and hit her knees, terrified at the shaking and sudden appearance of something so...so big.
She tried to crawl back a bit, then finally noticed him. He was small, with short red hair and large headphones. She sniffled and adjusted her little outfit. A simple hiking outfit of a short Mint green skirt with Pine green embroidery on it over a pair of short brown shorts. A cute little T-shirt with a slightly longer sleeved one over it and hiking boots. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,953 | 278 | 4 | 1,579 | 130 | Hrodgar slung the pick over his shoulder, grunting at the weight of it. He had been on a prospecting journey for nearly 3 days and his beard was starting to get matted with twigs and the unmentionable mess of birds, it was in serious danger of becoming kin to a birds nest.
"ah'll have t'get some wax on it" He said to no one in particular, kicked at a stone idly with his leather bound foot.
Hrodgar was making progress towards the furthest point of his excursion, when he would finally turn and make the long journey home, when all of a sudden the ground shook violently, knocking the dwarf off his feet. He yelped out a curse in Dwarvish and picked himself back up, dusting debree from his clothes, and grabbing his pickaxe.
It took a moment before he noticed the giant glowing window that had grown before him as the earth shook him to his very core. He eyes the corridor of light wearily,
"Oh....grand. No good'll come of this"
He sighed heavily as he reluctantly trudged his way carefully towards the green light that shone in the distance ahead. | Name: Hrodgar
Age: 56
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Dwarf (Khazad)
Gender: Male
Physicality: Very muscular and capable of great feats of stamina, he is however not overly agile and can dodge fairly well but not a great runner or speed attacker. Being a Dwarf smith he is also able to use blood to inscribe runes onto weapons, although this has no practical applications in the field.
Personality: Typical of his race he is very stubborn, and is prone to holding deep grudges that can run for entire generations. He is a heavy drinker but rarely actually managed to get drunk, much to his own disappointment. He is prone to laugh and sing with people who he is comfortable with but will never use his own language in front of non-dwarves, except when very angry or under a great deal of stress.
History: Born to a farther prone to working the smith all day he grew up around weapons and by the years of his first beard hairs was able to masterfully use his fathers pair of walking axes with ease. By the time he had come of age (around 35) he had mastered the forge and was capable of using many of the weapons that he could create, however his main skill lies with axes, both larger greataxes and the smaller walking or hand axes.
A few years after his coming of age his father took heavily to Dwarvish vodka and eventually went crazy, attacking the hall of the Dwarven king, killing 3 of his guards. His fathers name became mud, and so Hrodgar abandoned his name, and has spent his entire life since then travelling to atone for the sins of his father, seeking forgiveness from the Dwarves ancient god.
Combat style: Berserker - Although very strong Hrodgar is not a battle tactician. When he gets in a fight with his hands his style is similar to that of a typical tavern brawl, but when fighting with axes he becomes a whirlwind of destruction. When he attacks he relies on his raw strength to get through a situation and lets the battle lust take over him, he won't usually let this get to the point were he's attacking a friendly person, but if he ever where to be emotionally taxed to the full, it is possible he could go on a rampage where he would attack anything he could see.
Comical quirks: Drinks a lot! of ale, has a tendency to sing too loudly without realizing it and forgets the words more often then he remembers them. |
9,954 | 278 | 5 | 443 | 619 | Christa saw something in the corner of her eyes and looked back at the big Arch. She blinked as she saw what seemed to be a small man coming through. "Uh...um..." she stuttered a little and tried to get to her feet. She clasped her hands in front of her and she sent her...'senses' in front of her. They were something called Empathy. The power to sense emotions, pain...intentions. She sensed nothing bad coming and some of her Anxieties lessened. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,955 | 278 | 6 | 74 | 48 | Mikael whistled a nursery tune as he walked along. He had some business in a nearby village to get some materials for his research. He stopped suddenly; something felt a little... off. He looked around and nothing seemed to happen. He shrugged and started walking again and suddenly a blast of light came from over the hill along with a piercing screech along with a shock wave that knocked him off his feet. Mikael shut his eyes and grimaced at the piercing in his ears, "Agh! Goodness me what was that?" he wondered. He looked over in the direction the light had come from after recovering himself. After musing for a few seconds if he should investigate his curiosity got the best of him and he started over the hill. | Name: Mikael Traven
Age: 19
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physicality: Mikael is fairly average in his build; he isn't weak but he isn't particularly strong. He much prefers the pursuits of the mind over those of the body, though he recognizes a need to stay in somewhat good shape. He has some notable magical ability and can use a sword (though he generally doesn't)
Personality: Mikael is very interested in anything new, though he generally can keep his head in such situations. He is typically polite to those around him unless they have lost his respect in some way. He is rather naive and assumes most people are worthy of his respect until proven otherwise. He enjoys reading, writing and music.
History: Mikael Traven was born to Adir Traven and Myra Peace Traven. They were relatively minor nobles, owning a (relatively) small amount of land. Adir wanted all of his sons to become knights but Mikael had never had much interest in doing so and wanted to learn magic. He protested much against his father's wishes, eventually simply leaving when he was fifteen. He took a horse, sword and what he determined to be enough money to find someone to teach him.
After two weeks of searching and working for food Mikael heard about a mage that might be willing to take on a student who lived a ways out of the city he was in at the time. Mikael went to where he was told to go and found a fairly innocuous cottage. He went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged man.
“What are you doing here, young man?” he asked.
Mikael looked right into his eyes, “I'm here to learn the ways of magic, sir.”
The man tilted his head, “What makes you think I know anything about magic?”
“I've been searching for two weeks to find someone who can teach me and I heard that you can.”
The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Two weeks, hmm? Not that long to be searching... where did you come from?”
Mikael looked a bit confused in the change in tone, “I came from my father's house, he owns some land.”
“How much land?”
“Uh, three acres of land.”
The man nodded, “More land than most people...” he looked at Mikael for a few moments, “Very well, I'll take you in; however if I find that you cannot, or will not, take the responsibilities of a mage seriously, then I will not teach you.”
So Mikael became a student of the man, whose name he found was Demir. He trained under him for four years, learning much and making quite a few mistakes (who doesn't?). Though his tutelage was not yet complete Demir encouraged Mikael to go out and learn about the world on his own, and then come back when he- Mikael –felt like he was ready. So Mikael set out to learn more about the world he lived in, taking many books to study with him.
Combat style: Mikael prefers to use magic to incapacitate his foes, though he may use more offensive spells. He can also use a sword adequately if the need arises. |
9,956 | 278 | 7 | 824 | 109 | Kit wanted to see through the entrance, he slowly approached the base of the object and peered inside. The woman was already looking at something within. At first all kit could see was darkness, but as he looked closer he noticed a distant light at the far end of the structure as if it was illuminated from above.
A small figure appeared at the end, silhouetted against the dim light. Kit looked toward the woman as if to signify he had no idea what was going on then turned back to face the silhouette. It was approaching steadily, and looked something like a short person. He called out to them "Hello?". | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,957 | 278 | 8 | 1,579 | 130 | Hrodgar had trudged his way wearily towards the source of the light, and could now see that it was a giant white stone archway that stretched across the way in front of him. Through the gate he could see an unfamiliar forest, and two humans, both looking bewildered.
The first was a man, young and pale with bright red hair that gave Hrodgar's a run for it's money, the second was a woman, very thing and with hair a similar shade to the man's.
'I might have known it was humans' Hrodgar thought 'They can't stop tinkering with things'
"Hello!" The young man shouted through the gate.
"Oh great" Hrodgar whispered to himself "Now they're tryin' t'get me involved"
He was mulling over what he should do about this when his sensitive ears picked up the noise of someone approaching from behind him.
"It never rains but it pours" he muttered and looked over his shoulder for the source of the noise. All Hrodgar wanted was to get back to his ale and his forge, but it was beginning to dawn on him that it was less and less likely he'd be returning to them any time soon. | Name: Hrodgar
Age: 56
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Dwarf (Khazad)
Gender: Male
Physicality: Very muscular and capable of great feats of stamina, he is however not overly agile and can dodge fairly well but not a great runner or speed attacker. Being a Dwarf smith he is also able to use blood to inscribe runes onto weapons, although this has no practical applications in the field.
Personality: Typical of his race he is very stubborn, and is prone to holding deep grudges that can run for entire generations. He is a heavy drinker but rarely actually managed to get drunk, much to his own disappointment. He is prone to laugh and sing with people who he is comfortable with but will never use his own language in front of non-dwarves, except when very angry or under a great deal of stress.
History: Born to a farther prone to working the smith all day he grew up around weapons and by the years of his first beard hairs was able to masterfully use his fathers pair of walking axes with ease. By the time he had come of age (around 35) he had mastered the forge and was capable of using many of the weapons that he could create, however his main skill lies with axes, both larger greataxes and the smaller walking or hand axes.
A few years after his coming of age his father took heavily to Dwarvish vodka and eventually went crazy, attacking the hall of the Dwarven king, killing 3 of his guards. His fathers name became mud, and so Hrodgar abandoned his name, and has spent his entire life since then travelling to atone for the sins of his father, seeking forgiveness from the Dwarves ancient god.
Combat style: Berserker - Although very strong Hrodgar is not a battle tactician. When he gets in a fight with his hands his style is similar to that of a typical tavern brawl, but when fighting with axes he becomes a whirlwind of destruction. When he attacks he relies on his raw strength to get through a situation and lets the battle lust take over him, he won't usually let this get to the point were he's attacking a friendly person, but if he ever where to be emotionally taxed to the full, it is possible he could go on a rampage where he would attack anything he could see.
Comical quirks: Drinks a lot! of ale, has a tendency to sing too loudly without realizing it and forgets the words more often then he remembers them. |
9,958 | 278 | 9 | 74 | 48 | Mikael crested over the hill and saw an interesting sight. In front of him there was a Dwarf, who had apparently heard Mikael as he was looking back at him now; more interesting was a great, white arch, in front of it stood a woman with red hair and... inside the arch, as best as Mikael could figure, was the figure of a person coming through.
Mikael nodded to the Dwarf and approached him, "Hello good sir, do you know what's going on?" | Name: Mikael Traven
Age: 19
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physicality: Mikael is fairly average in his build; he isn't weak but he isn't particularly strong. He much prefers the pursuits of the mind over those of the body, though he recognizes a need to stay in somewhat good shape. He has some notable magical ability and can use a sword (though he generally doesn't)
Personality: Mikael is very interested in anything new, though he generally can keep his head in such situations. He is typically polite to those around him unless they have lost his respect in some way. He is rather naive and assumes most people are worthy of his respect until proven otherwise. He enjoys reading, writing and music.
History: Mikael Traven was born to Adir Traven and Myra Peace Traven. They were relatively minor nobles, owning a (relatively) small amount of land. Adir wanted all of his sons to become knights but Mikael had never had much interest in doing so and wanted to learn magic. He protested much against his father's wishes, eventually simply leaving when he was fifteen. He took a horse, sword and what he determined to be enough money to find someone to teach him.
After two weeks of searching and working for food Mikael heard about a mage that might be willing to take on a student who lived a ways out of the city he was in at the time. Mikael went to where he was told to go and found a fairly innocuous cottage. He went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged man.
“What are you doing here, young man?” he asked.
Mikael looked right into his eyes, “I'm here to learn the ways of magic, sir.”
The man tilted his head, “What makes you think I know anything about magic?”
“I've been searching for two weeks to find someone who can teach me and I heard that you can.”
The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Two weeks, hmm? Not that long to be searching... where did you come from?”
Mikael looked a bit confused in the change in tone, “I came from my father's house, he owns some land.”
“How much land?”
“Uh, three acres of land.”
The man nodded, “More land than most people...” he looked at Mikael for a few moments, “Very well, I'll take you in; however if I find that you cannot, or will not, take the responsibilities of a mage seriously, then I will not teach you.”
So Mikael became a student of the man, whose name he found was Demir. He trained under him for four years, learning much and making quite a few mistakes (who doesn't?). Though his tutelage was not yet complete Demir encouraged Mikael to go out and learn about the world on his own, and then come back when he- Mikael –felt like he was ready. So Mikael set out to learn more about the world he lived in, taking many books to study with him.
Combat style: Mikael prefers to use magic to incapacitate his foes, though he may use more offensive spells. He can also use a sword adequately if the need arises. |
9,959 | 278 | 10 | 824 | 109 | Kit slowly removed his phone from his pocket and began to dial. He thumbed in two numbers before halting, The person in the distance had stopped approaching. He cleared the dial and looked over to the woman... his face looked concerned.
"Hey, you think that we should we inform someone?"
The figure in the distance was joined by another. A taller silhouette. Kit turned on the phones rear light, it illuminated the interior enough that you could see the features of the two people. They looked and were dressed like something out of a fairy tale..
Kit shouted again. "Hello?!" | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,960 | 278 | 11 | 1,579 | 130 | Hrodger saw the tall human approaching him from the bottom of the hill, wearing the traditional robes of a mage.
"Hello good sir, do you know what's going on?" he said, approaching carefully. Hrodgar was halfway through answering when the voice from the other side of the archway called out to him again.
"Hello!
He turned to answer the new voice and was instantly blinded by a powerful light coming from the figure on the otherside of the archway.
"Lower the light manling" Hrodgar growled towards the light, "I'm not a particular fan of being blinded" | Name: Hrodgar
Age: 56
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Dwarf (Khazad)
Gender: Male
Physicality: Very muscular and capable of great feats of stamina, he is however not overly agile and can dodge fairly well but not a great runner or speed attacker. Being a Dwarf smith he is also able to use blood to inscribe runes onto weapons, although this has no practical applications in the field.
Personality: Typical of his race he is very stubborn, and is prone to holding deep grudges that can run for entire generations. He is a heavy drinker but rarely actually managed to get drunk, much to his own disappointment. He is prone to laugh and sing with people who he is comfortable with but will never use his own language in front of non-dwarves, except when very angry or under a great deal of stress.
History: Born to a farther prone to working the smith all day he grew up around weapons and by the years of his first beard hairs was able to masterfully use his fathers pair of walking axes with ease. By the time he had come of age (around 35) he had mastered the forge and was capable of using many of the weapons that he could create, however his main skill lies with axes, both larger greataxes and the smaller walking or hand axes.
A few years after his coming of age his father took heavily to Dwarvish vodka and eventually went crazy, attacking the hall of the Dwarven king, killing 3 of his guards. His fathers name became mud, and so Hrodgar abandoned his name, and has spent his entire life since then travelling to atone for the sins of his father, seeking forgiveness from the Dwarves ancient god.
Combat style: Berserker - Although very strong Hrodgar is not a battle tactician. When he gets in a fight with his hands his style is similar to that of a typical tavern brawl, but when fighting with axes he becomes a whirlwind of destruction. When he attacks he relies on his raw strength to get through a situation and lets the battle lust take over him, he won't usually let this get to the point were he's attacking a friendly person, but if he ever where to be emotionally taxed to the full, it is possible he could go on a rampage where he would attack anything he could see.
Comical quirks: Drinks a lot! of ale, has a tendency to sing too loudly without realizing it and forgets the words more often then he remembers them. |
9,961 | 278 | 12 | 824 | 109 | I'm not a particular fan of being blinded
Kit stood still for a second before he thumbed at his phone and shot it back into his pocket. The people in front of him looked.. vaguely human. He hesitantly started to talk.
"Erm.. are you guys?.. have you?.." he trailed off and looked round the group before raising his hands in a confused manner. "Do you know what just happened?" | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,962 | 278 | 13 | 74 | 48 | Mikael shielded his eyes from the light that suddenly came from the arch, interesting, he thought, perhaps that man is a mage of some kind.
The Dwarf Growled at the holder of the light, "Lower the light manling. I'm not a particular fan of being blinded." which made Mikael chuckle on the inside. It often seemed Dwarves were a bit gruff.
The man on the other side made the light disappear and began to ask a question but stumbled over the words finally settling on, "Do you know what just happened?"
Mikael shook his head, "I have no idea and judging by their reactions, I'd say they don't either." he gestured towards the others near him, "So... who are you?" he asked | Name: Mikael Traven
Age: 19
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physicality: Mikael is fairly average in his build; he isn't weak but he isn't particularly strong. He much prefers the pursuits of the mind over those of the body, though he recognizes a need to stay in somewhat good shape. He has some notable magical ability and can use a sword (though he generally doesn't)
Personality: Mikael is very interested in anything new, though he generally can keep his head in such situations. He is typically polite to those around him unless they have lost his respect in some way. He is rather naive and assumes most people are worthy of his respect until proven otherwise. He enjoys reading, writing and music.
History: Mikael Traven was born to Adir Traven and Myra Peace Traven. They were relatively minor nobles, owning a (relatively) small amount of land. Adir wanted all of his sons to become knights but Mikael had never had much interest in doing so and wanted to learn magic. He protested much against his father's wishes, eventually simply leaving when he was fifteen. He took a horse, sword and what he determined to be enough money to find someone to teach him.
After two weeks of searching and working for food Mikael heard about a mage that might be willing to take on a student who lived a ways out of the city he was in at the time. Mikael went to where he was told to go and found a fairly innocuous cottage. He went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged man.
“What are you doing here, young man?” he asked.
Mikael looked right into his eyes, “I'm here to learn the ways of magic, sir.”
The man tilted his head, “What makes you think I know anything about magic?”
“I've been searching for two weeks to find someone who can teach me and I heard that you can.”
The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Two weeks, hmm? Not that long to be searching... where did you come from?”
Mikael looked a bit confused in the change in tone, “I came from my father's house, he owns some land.”
“How much land?”
“Uh, three acres of land.”
The man nodded, “More land than most people...” he looked at Mikael for a few moments, “Very well, I'll take you in; however if I find that you cannot, or will not, take the responsibilities of a mage seriously, then I will not teach you.”
So Mikael became a student of the man, whose name he found was Demir. He trained under him for four years, learning much and making quite a few mistakes (who doesn't?). Though his tutelage was not yet complete Demir encouraged Mikael to go out and learn about the world on his own, and then come back when he- Mikael –felt like he was ready. So Mikael set out to learn more about the world he lived in, taking many books to study with him.
Combat style: Mikael prefers to use magic to incapacitate his foes, though he may use more offensive spells. He can also use a sword adequately if the need arises. |
9,963 | 278 | 14 | 443 | 619 | Spirit had been walking from village to village, staying here and there and doing a few odd jobs. Nothing really out of the ordinary until suddenly the ground shook, nearly knocking him off balance, and off in the distance he could see a strange green glow. Interesting.. he thought to himself. He might as well go and see what it was, he didn't really have anything better to do..
He set off at a brisk pace, hoping to be the first one there to see what it exactly was, and if it was a monster trying to eat someone. If it was, he could probably get a decent reward for killing it and saving them.
As he ran, he saw two figures. One roughly the size of a man, the other more dwarvish in nature. He sighed, either the glow was about to kill them or he got there late.
He continued his pace and eventually reached it. Upon further investigation it looked like some odd kind of portal a mage might construct..but it didn't seem too keen on dissapearing, and two people on the other side.
He was also correct on one of the figures being a dwarf and the other a man, and a mage at that, at-least by clothes. "Did you build this?" He said pointing from him to the gate. Not waiting on a response, he ventured closer to it.
Inspecting it and the people on the other side intently, they were dressed rather..oddly. At-least no clothes he'd ever seen. He decided to take it a step even farther, he stepped towards the entrance, his eyes faintly illuminating what upon further investigation looked like a tunnel.
"You two can stand here if you wish. I'm investigating this." He turned and told them, yet hesitated mid-way of the entrance. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,964 | 278 | 15 | 1,579 | 130 | Do you know what just happened?
I have no idea and judging by their reactions, I'd say they don't either."
Hrodgar shook his head. The more and more humans that joined the conversation the more confusing it got.
"So... who are you?"
The man who had approached from behind had began to question the humans from the other side of the strange archway, but before either could answer yet another human had approached the scene. The new comer had walked straight up the gateway and began to ask rapidfire questions, without waiting for the answer.
"Did you build this?" The strange man asked Hrodgar, glancing at the gate. ""You two can stand here if you wish. I'm investigating this."
Hrodgar sighed heavily and watched as the thin human on the other side of the gateway took a step back to mirror the new comers step towards the gate.
'This is ridiculous' Hrodgar thought.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" He finally said out loud "I didn't make this gate but even I can tell that it's powerful magic. We don't know what it's purpose is, or if it's safe to go through it, so blindly walking through it strikes me as a mighty stupid move"
Hrodgar stroked his beard and took a closer look at the physical construction of the gate. It didn't bear any tool marks that would have told of human construction, or the square marks that would signify it's being constructed directly out of magic and no runes precluded it from being Dwarven in design. It was as if it had literally sprung into existence on the top of the hill for no reason. | Name: Hrodgar
Age: 56
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Dwarf (Khazad)
Gender: Male
Physicality: Very muscular and capable of great feats of stamina, he is however not overly agile and can dodge fairly well but not a great runner or speed attacker. Being a Dwarf smith he is also able to use blood to inscribe runes onto weapons, although this has no practical applications in the field.
Personality: Typical of his race he is very stubborn, and is prone to holding deep grudges that can run for entire generations. He is a heavy drinker but rarely actually managed to get drunk, much to his own disappointment. He is prone to laugh and sing with people who he is comfortable with but will never use his own language in front of non-dwarves, except when very angry or under a great deal of stress.
History: Born to a farther prone to working the smith all day he grew up around weapons and by the years of his first beard hairs was able to masterfully use his fathers pair of walking axes with ease. By the time he had come of age (around 35) he had mastered the forge and was capable of using many of the weapons that he could create, however his main skill lies with axes, both larger greataxes and the smaller walking or hand axes.
A few years after his coming of age his father took heavily to Dwarvish vodka and eventually went crazy, attacking the hall of the Dwarven king, killing 3 of his guards. His fathers name became mud, and so Hrodgar abandoned his name, and has spent his entire life since then travelling to atone for the sins of his father, seeking forgiveness from the Dwarves ancient god.
Combat style: Berserker - Although very strong Hrodgar is not a battle tactician. When he gets in a fight with his hands his style is similar to that of a typical tavern brawl, but when fighting with axes he becomes a whirlwind of destruction. When he attacks he relies on his raw strength to get through a situation and lets the battle lust take over him, he won't usually let this get to the point were he's attacking a friendly person, but if he ever where to be emotionally taxed to the full, it is possible he could go on a rampage where he would attack anything he could see.
Comical quirks: Drinks a lot! of ale, has a tendency to sing too loudly without realizing it and forgets the words more often then he remembers them. |
9,965 | 278 | 16 | 824 | 109 | I...I think we should run. She said.
Kit didn't know what he wanted to do.. he felt like running. But another part of him felt that if he did run, he would be running from something more interesting than his life was now. He would be running from something amazing.
"Wait, just one look." He said softly.
Kit stepped forward, he placed one foot through the gate entrance. It felt cooler than the evening dew and caused kit to shiver.
With a gulp he stepped up into the gate, and turned to face the young woman.
"Is this.. like... a portal?" | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,966 | 278 | 17 | 74 | 48 | Mikael raised an eyebrow as another man came up from behind, asked a few questions and not waiting for any answers said, "You two can stand here if you wish. I'm investigating this." with the Dwarf giving the man a warning, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I didn't make this gate but even I can tell that it's powerful magic. We don't know what it's purpose is, or if it's safe to go through it, so blindly walking through it strikes me as a mighty stupid move."
Mikael nodded, "I agree with the Dwarf. While I am intrigued we don't know what this does..." he stopped as the man 'inside' the arch stepped out of it, shivering a bit and turning around to ask the other person inside the gate, "Is this.. like... a portal?"
Mikael considered the man; he wore strange clothes and his speech sounded a bit odd, though Mikael could understand him, "I'll have to agree with you on that. This arch being a portal makes the most sense out of any explanation I can come up with... but again, who are you?" | Name: Mikael Traven
Age: 19
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physicality: Mikael is fairly average in his build; he isn't weak but he isn't particularly strong. He much prefers the pursuits of the mind over those of the body, though he recognizes a need to stay in somewhat good shape. He has some notable magical ability and can use a sword (though he generally doesn't)
Personality: Mikael is very interested in anything new, though he generally can keep his head in such situations. He is typically polite to those around him unless they have lost his respect in some way. He is rather naive and assumes most people are worthy of his respect until proven otherwise. He enjoys reading, writing and music.
History: Mikael Traven was born to Adir Traven and Myra Peace Traven. They were relatively minor nobles, owning a (relatively) small amount of land. Adir wanted all of his sons to become knights but Mikael had never had much interest in doing so and wanted to learn magic. He protested much against his father's wishes, eventually simply leaving when he was fifteen. He took a horse, sword and what he determined to be enough money to find someone to teach him.
After two weeks of searching and working for food Mikael heard about a mage that might be willing to take on a student who lived a ways out of the city he was in at the time. Mikael went to where he was told to go and found a fairly innocuous cottage. He went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged man.
“What are you doing here, young man?” he asked.
Mikael looked right into his eyes, “I'm here to learn the ways of magic, sir.”
The man tilted his head, “What makes you think I know anything about magic?”
“I've been searching for two weeks to find someone who can teach me and I heard that you can.”
The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Two weeks, hmm? Not that long to be searching... where did you come from?”
Mikael looked a bit confused in the change in tone, “I came from my father's house, he owns some land.”
“How much land?”
“Uh, three acres of land.”
The man nodded, “More land than most people...” he looked at Mikael for a few moments, “Very well, I'll take you in; however if I find that you cannot, or will not, take the responsibilities of a mage seriously, then I will not teach you.”
So Mikael became a student of the man, whose name he found was Demir. He trained under him for four years, learning much and making quite a few mistakes (who doesn't?). Though his tutelage was not yet complete Demir encouraged Mikael to go out and learn about the world on his own, and then come back when he- Mikael –felt like he was ready. So Mikael set out to learn more about the world he lived in, taking many books to study with him.
Combat style: Mikael prefers to use magic to incapacitate his foes, though he may use more offensive spells. He can also use a sword adequately if the need arises. |
9,967 | 278 | 18 | 1,579 | 130 | Hrodgar rolled his eyes as the Human from the other side stuck his foot into the strange archway, before stepping bodily through it and turning to face the thin human still on the other side.
"Is this.. like... a portal?" The red headed newcomer said.
"I'll have to agree with you on that. This arch being a portal makes the most sense out of any explanation I can come up with... but again, who are you?" Asked the long haired human.
"So obvioosly th' first thin' ye do is step en it. yoo're lucky yer guts ur still inside ye manlin' Hrodgar grumbled, with another roll of his eyes.
He shook his head, it was clear that this was getting them nowhere, and at least the portal was clearly safe. The new arrival through the portal was dressed in a manor of clothing that wasn't familiar to Hrodgar, but this didn't strike him as a particular problem as there were many places in the world and it was entirely possible that the style of dress and speech were from some far of country.
"It's seems obvioos 'at this is some sort ay teleport speel. probably yer area ay expertise eh'd imagine" He said, nodding his head towards the long haired, cloaked human standing next to him."Which coontry dae ye hail from?" He asked, this time turning to face the human who had stepped through the portal first. | Name: Hrodgar
Age: 56
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Dwarf (Khazad)
Gender: Male
Physicality: Very muscular and capable of great feats of stamina, he is however not overly agile and can dodge fairly well but not a great runner or speed attacker. Being a Dwarf smith he is also able to use blood to inscribe runes onto weapons, although this has no practical applications in the field.
Personality: Typical of his race he is very stubborn, and is prone to holding deep grudges that can run for entire generations. He is a heavy drinker but rarely actually managed to get drunk, much to his own disappointment. He is prone to laugh and sing with people who he is comfortable with but will never use his own language in front of non-dwarves, except when very angry or under a great deal of stress.
History: Born to a farther prone to working the smith all day he grew up around weapons and by the years of his first beard hairs was able to masterfully use his fathers pair of walking axes with ease. By the time he had come of age (around 35) he had mastered the forge and was capable of using many of the weapons that he could create, however his main skill lies with axes, both larger greataxes and the smaller walking or hand axes.
A few years after his coming of age his father took heavily to Dwarvish vodka and eventually went crazy, attacking the hall of the Dwarven king, killing 3 of his guards. His fathers name became mud, and so Hrodgar abandoned his name, and has spent his entire life since then travelling to atone for the sins of his father, seeking forgiveness from the Dwarves ancient god.
Combat style: Berserker - Although very strong Hrodgar is not a battle tactician. When he gets in a fight with his hands his style is similar to that of a typical tavern brawl, but when fighting with axes he becomes a whirlwind of destruction. When he attacks he relies on his raw strength to get through a situation and lets the battle lust take over him, he won't usually let this get to the point were he's attacking a friendly person, but if he ever where to be emotionally taxed to the full, it is possible he could go on a rampage where he would attack anything he could see.
Comical quirks: Drinks a lot! of ale, has a tendency to sing too loudly without realizing it and forgets the words more often then he remembers them. |
9,968 | 278 | 19 | 824 | 109 | Which coontry dae ye hail from? The shorter man spoke in a accent Kit had not heard before. He imagined that by his dress he was from somewhere cold.
"Erm.. well.. the united kingdom I suppose. But, well, through here is Canada." Kit spoke nervously, he tried to think through in his head what it meant if he had discovered another world. What kind of world these people had come from? They seemed like people from the past, could this be some sort of time machine?
The strangers seemed to be much more calm than him, as if this was not too much of a strange occurrence. Their composure gave him confidence. "I'm called Kit by the way. Can I ask where you're from, or rather, whats through here." He gestured toward the black gate inner wall, which seemed to reflect no light at all. | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,969 | 278 | 20 | 443 | 619 | Aria frowned a bit and walked towards Kit. "I...guess one look..." and shyly hid behind him as the others and he talked. She gulped and turned her music down to hear them. One hand on her player, one hand gently holding Kit's sleeve, she watched the others with fascination. They were so...different...like things she'd read in her folklore books at college. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,970 | 278 | 21 | 824 | 109 | Spirit simply shrugged at the two, seemed safe enough. In theory if it was dangerous he could simply jaunt out of it, unless of course it blocked all magic entirely, in which case himself and the other mage would be entirely screwed.
The human on the other side wasn't instantly vaporized the second they stepped into the middle, so he would assume it was safe for Spellborns to pass through. He entered and walked up to him and inspected him closely, Spirit had been to much of the Otherworld and had never seen clothes quite like his. Nor had he ever heard of this 'Canada' or 'United Kingdom'.
He then turned his attention on the girl cowering beside the man calling himself Kit. She too was dressed in rather odd clothing, neither of them looked that strong nor could he sende in magic in their spirits, if it was there it was to faint for him to read.
He saw no weapons visible on them either. Either they were new to traveling, more than what they appeared, or just plain dumb.
He debated on reaching out to poke the man to see if they were merely illusions created by the portal and its maker, but if he was real it'd just be awkward and weird. He stared into the mans eyes, his own glowing brighter and whispered lowly to himself 'Grant me the power of the Seers'.
Upon doing so his eyes flared up brighter for a moment and then resumed their normal levels of brightness. The man had thoughts and feelings, he was clearly real. The man might feel a sudden invasion of privacy as Spirit picked through his brain, gathering basic information about him. From what he could see, the man was more of a coward than a fighter. He had no clue why the woman was hiding behind him.
He closed his eyes briefly, severing the link between the two, and stood up straight. His eyes resumed their normal dim glow, his interactions with the man complete. Spirit hadn't predicted what the man would do in the future other than have a slight sense of paranoia and ask a few questions as to what he did, but rather he analyzed his spirit to see what he was like.
"So..tell me more about this 'Canada'. Do they have any problems with monsters? Any particular interesting jobs I could do?" Spirit asked, genuinely curious. If everyone in Canada was as weak and under-equipped as this man appeared to be, they were probably crawling with monsters and the like. | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,971 | 278 | 22 | 443 | 619 | Aria peered at the man and shyly came out from behind Kit. She smiled a little, looking up at him, then reached out a hand. "It's safe here. The worst we have is bears." She said, answering for Kit. She tilted her head to the side. "What are you? I sense power in you." She blinked, wondering why she felt more comfortable now.
Fumbling in her pack a moment, she pulled out a map. "This is the area around here. It's pretty untamed. But...safe, none-the-less." She gave him her sweetest and brightest smile. "I'm Aria, Aria Hawes. Do you know what an Aria is?" she asked, out of the blue. It was her favorite question, to new people. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,972 | 278 | 23 | 443 | 619 | I am a Spellborn, quite few and far between we are.. Spirit replied. "We're born with the power of magic, rather than having to learn it from a book. As for your question..I don't know much about it but I'm presuming it has something to do with music?"
He stared at the map, brow arched behind his mask. This definietely wasn't a map of anywhere he knew, the only similarities be knew between the places so far was that they had bears too.
Thinking more, perhaps there was something special about this girl being able to sense his magic. Perhaps she had latent magical potential, but it was too faint for him to read fully...Interesting indeed. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,973 | 278 | 24 | 443 | 619 | She smiled softly, looking down. "It's a form of Classical Composition. My mother...she had a feeling I'd love music, so she named me that."
She grinned up at him, cute as can be, then tilted her head to the side. "I see...I have...Empathy and Telepathy...but I'm not very strong."
She looked to Kit, then gulped a bit. It was nerve-wracking to be surrounded by so many males. She put on her best front and waited patiently for any questions about this place this man might have. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,974 | 278 | 25 | 74 | 48 | While Mikael was intrigued by the visitors, the arch- or gate -interested him more. The Dwarf was almost definitely right that it was magical, if it wasn't Mikael would be very surprised, yet Mikael's mind was full of questions: where had the gate come from? Who, or what, made it? Why was it made?
Mikael shook his head and turned towards the people who had come through the gate, "I'm from Niorvria, the land you are currently in..." he rubbed his chin, "I suppose we look as weird to you as you do to us, what are those clothes you are wearing made of?" | Name: Mikael Traven
Age: 19
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physicality: Mikael is fairly average in his build; he isn't weak but he isn't particularly strong. He much prefers the pursuits of the mind over those of the body, though he recognizes a need to stay in somewhat good shape. He has some notable magical ability and can use a sword (though he generally doesn't)
Personality: Mikael is very interested in anything new, though he generally can keep his head in such situations. He is typically polite to those around him unless they have lost his respect in some way. He is rather naive and assumes most people are worthy of his respect until proven otherwise. He enjoys reading, writing and music.
History: Mikael Traven was born to Adir Traven and Myra Peace Traven. They were relatively minor nobles, owning a (relatively) small amount of land. Adir wanted all of his sons to become knights but Mikael had never had much interest in doing so and wanted to learn magic. He protested much against his father's wishes, eventually simply leaving when he was fifteen. He took a horse, sword and what he determined to be enough money to find someone to teach him.
After two weeks of searching and working for food Mikael heard about a mage that might be willing to take on a student who lived a ways out of the city he was in at the time. Mikael went to where he was told to go and found a fairly innocuous cottage. He went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged man.
“What are you doing here, young man?” he asked.
Mikael looked right into his eyes, “I'm here to learn the ways of magic, sir.”
The man tilted his head, “What makes you think I know anything about magic?”
“I've been searching for two weeks to find someone who can teach me and I heard that you can.”
The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Two weeks, hmm? Not that long to be searching... where did you come from?”
Mikael looked a bit confused in the change in tone, “I came from my father's house, he owns some land.”
“How much land?”
“Uh, three acres of land.”
The man nodded, “More land than most people...” he looked at Mikael for a few moments, “Very well, I'll take you in; however if I find that you cannot, or will not, take the responsibilities of a mage seriously, then I will not teach you.”
So Mikael became a student of the man, whose name he found was Demir. He trained under him for four years, learning much and making quite a few mistakes (who doesn't?). Though his tutelage was not yet complete Demir encouraged Mikael to go out and learn about the world on his own, and then come back when he- Mikael –felt like he was ready. So Mikael set out to learn more about the world he lived in, taking many books to study with him.
Combat style: Mikael prefers to use magic to incapacitate his foes, though he may use more offensive spells. He can also use a sword adequately if the need arises. |
9,975 | 278 | 26 | 443 | 619 | Aria smiled brightly. "Mine are all natural cotton, just...processed a little." She self-consciously brushed her shorts and moved her bangs a little. "Where are we?" | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,976 | 278 | 27 | 443 | 619 | I see..so that was how you were able to sense my magic. Interesting.. Spirit replied, he wasn't quite sure what Empathy was, but he was guessing it was similar to his Soul Seer ability. "I also wasn't far off from your question at-least.."
He had never heard of humans simply having natural ability like that that couldn't be sensed..these people were quite odd, as was this 'Canada' with its bears. "Tell me more about this 'Canada'. Whats it like? What races inhabit it?" He spoke, "Incase you didn't hear the mage fellow we're in Niorvria." | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,977 | 278 | 28 | 1,579 | 130 | Hrodgar stepped forward and bowed low.
"Mah nam is Hrodgar, in case anyone cares" He said, his beard sweeping the floor. "As much as aam enjoyin' th' small talk, shooldnae we be gettin' awa' from thes hin'? strikes me 'at whoever made thes hin' might come lookin' fur it, ur failin' that someone in charge nearby will dae th' sam, an' Ah dornt hae any desire tae tak' th' blam fur it."
He readjusted the pickaxe slung across his back, and glanced across the faces of everyone else in the area to see how they reacted to his words.
'Nobody listens tae th' dwarf. Hrodgar thought, with another shake of his head. | Name: Hrodgar
Age: 56
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Dwarf (Khazad)
Gender: Male
Physicality: Very muscular and capable of great feats of stamina, he is however not overly agile and can dodge fairly well but not a great runner or speed attacker. Being a Dwarf smith he is also able to use blood to inscribe runes onto weapons, although this has no practical applications in the field.
Personality: Typical of his race he is very stubborn, and is prone to holding deep grudges that can run for entire generations. He is a heavy drinker but rarely actually managed to get drunk, much to his own disappointment. He is prone to laugh and sing with people who he is comfortable with but will never use his own language in front of non-dwarves, except when very angry or under a great deal of stress.
History: Born to a farther prone to working the smith all day he grew up around weapons and by the years of his first beard hairs was able to masterfully use his fathers pair of walking axes with ease. By the time he had come of age (around 35) he had mastered the forge and was capable of using many of the weapons that he could create, however his main skill lies with axes, both larger greataxes and the smaller walking or hand axes.
A few years after his coming of age his father took heavily to Dwarvish vodka and eventually went crazy, attacking the hall of the Dwarven king, killing 3 of his guards. His fathers name became mud, and so Hrodgar abandoned his name, and has spent his entire life since then travelling to atone for the sins of his father, seeking forgiveness from the Dwarves ancient god.
Combat style: Berserker - Although very strong Hrodgar is not a battle tactician. When he gets in a fight with his hands his style is similar to that of a typical tavern brawl, but when fighting with axes he becomes a whirlwind of destruction. When he attacks he relies on his raw strength to get through a situation and lets the battle lust take over him, he won't usually let this get to the point were he's attacking a friendly person, but if he ever where to be emotionally taxed to the full, it is possible he could go on a rampage where he would attack anything he could see.
Comical quirks: Drinks a lot! of ale, has a tendency to sing too loudly without realizing it and forgets the words more often then he remembers them. |
9,978 | 278 | 29 | 824 | 109 | Kit was glad the strangers were friendly, in a world with monsters the 'survival of the fittest' rule was probably still a thing. Kit was worried by the large mining tool the small man held with such ease. Though based on what they had said magic use was a common thing through this door and that was probably more dangerous. He was now sure that he wanted to know more.
"Hehe" he chucked a bit. "Magic you say? Lets see something." Due to the recent events he did believe the stranger, though he had to know for sure. The smaller man, or dwarf? seemed to not desire this, he made a face of grim apprehension.
Kit stepped back as if to invite the others out of the door.
He was still nervous. But was sure this was the boost his boring life needed.
"C'mon!" | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,979 | 278 | 30 | 74 | 48 | Mikael rubbed his head a bit as everybody seemed to talk at once and he sifted through the conversation in his head. After a few moments he looked up and nodded.
He turned to the Dwarf, "I would like to figure out what this is, but you have a point and I do have business to attend to-" he stopped short as the man who had stepped through the gate invited them to follow them through. Mikael was somewhat conflicted at this point. The opportunity to go to a land he didn't know of was very enticing, yet he did have research to do that was important to him. He began to rub his head again, trying to come to a decision. | Name: Mikael Traven
Age: 19
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physicality: Mikael is fairly average in his build; he isn't weak but he isn't particularly strong. He much prefers the pursuits of the mind over those of the body, though he recognizes a need to stay in somewhat good shape. He has some notable magical ability and can use a sword (though he generally doesn't)
Personality: Mikael is very interested in anything new, though he generally can keep his head in such situations. He is typically polite to those around him unless they have lost his respect in some way. He is rather naive and assumes most people are worthy of his respect until proven otherwise. He enjoys reading, writing and music.
History: Mikael Traven was born to Adir Traven and Myra Peace Traven. They were relatively minor nobles, owning a (relatively) small amount of land. Adir wanted all of his sons to become knights but Mikael had never had much interest in doing so and wanted to learn magic. He protested much against his father's wishes, eventually simply leaving when he was fifteen. He took a horse, sword and what he determined to be enough money to find someone to teach him.
After two weeks of searching and working for food Mikael heard about a mage that might be willing to take on a student who lived a ways out of the city he was in at the time. Mikael went to where he was told to go and found a fairly innocuous cottage. He went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged man.
“What are you doing here, young man?” he asked.
Mikael looked right into his eyes, “I'm here to learn the ways of magic, sir.”
The man tilted his head, “What makes you think I know anything about magic?”
“I've been searching for two weeks to find someone who can teach me and I heard that you can.”
The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Two weeks, hmm? Not that long to be searching... where did you come from?”
Mikael looked a bit confused in the change in tone, “I came from my father's house, he owns some land.”
“How much land?”
“Uh, three acres of land.”
The man nodded, “More land than most people...” he looked at Mikael for a few moments, “Very well, I'll take you in; however if I find that you cannot, or will not, take the responsibilities of a mage seriously, then I will not teach you.”
So Mikael became a student of the man, whose name he found was Demir. He trained under him for four years, learning much and making quite a few mistakes (who doesn't?). Though his tutelage was not yet complete Demir encouraged Mikael to go out and learn about the world on his own, and then come back when he- Mikael –felt like he was ready. So Mikael set out to learn more about the world he lived in, taking many books to study with him.
Combat style: Mikael prefers to use magic to incapacitate his foes, though he may use more offensive spells. He can also use a sword adequately if the need arises. |
9,980 | 278 | 31 | 1,579 | 130 | I would like to figure out what this is, but you have a point and I do have business to attend to-
Hrodgar turned to look at what had made the man, who was clearly a mage, stop mid sentance. The thing, pale man from the other side of the gate had stepped back through to his own side and was attempting to get them to come through with him.
"Ah dornt hink that's a wise move" He whispered sideways to the mage. "We hae nae idea what's on th' other side beyond whit we see. an' jist cus he can get through safely doesnae mean we can. fa all we knows, mebbe those things oan th' other side helped create th' gate. | Name: Hrodgar
Age: 56
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Dwarf (Khazad)
Gender: Male
Physicality: Very muscular and capable of great feats of stamina, he is however not overly agile and can dodge fairly well but not a great runner or speed attacker. Being a Dwarf smith he is also able to use blood to inscribe runes onto weapons, although this has no practical applications in the field.
Personality: Typical of his race he is very stubborn, and is prone to holding deep grudges that can run for entire generations. He is a heavy drinker but rarely actually managed to get drunk, much to his own disappointment. He is prone to laugh and sing with people who he is comfortable with but will never use his own language in front of non-dwarves, except when very angry or under a great deal of stress.
History: Born to a farther prone to working the smith all day he grew up around weapons and by the years of his first beard hairs was able to masterfully use his fathers pair of walking axes with ease. By the time he had come of age (around 35) he had mastered the forge and was capable of using many of the weapons that he could create, however his main skill lies with axes, both larger greataxes and the smaller walking or hand axes.
A few years after his coming of age his father took heavily to Dwarvish vodka and eventually went crazy, attacking the hall of the Dwarven king, killing 3 of his guards. His fathers name became mud, and so Hrodgar abandoned his name, and has spent his entire life since then travelling to atone for the sins of his father, seeking forgiveness from the Dwarves ancient god.
Combat style: Berserker - Although very strong Hrodgar is not a battle tactician. When he gets in a fight with his hands his style is similar to that of a typical tavern brawl, but when fighting with axes he becomes a whirlwind of destruction. When he attacks he relies on his raw strength to get through a situation and lets the battle lust take over him, he won't usually let this get to the point were he's attacking a friendly person, but if he ever where to be emotionally taxed to the full, it is possible he could go on a rampage where he would attack anything he could see.
Comical quirks: Drinks a lot! of ale, has a tendency to sing too loudly without realizing it and forgets the words more often then he remembers them. |
9,981 | 278 | 32 | 443 | 619 | She made a nervous sound, but smiled sweetly and stepped back so people could come through the Arch. "I'm really just a normal human girl...I'm an artist, but I don't know much about this place..." | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,982 | 278 | 33 | 1,930 | 259 | Elijah awoke in one of the nicer rooms of his captors well they were their rooms before he killed them. What little stiffness he had the day before was gone. Before his journey back to the gate he figured should get something to drink and shower. After exiting the cave, he made his way to one of the small rivers that flowed nearby. He striped himself of what little clothes he wore, mainly jungle fatigues pants. Once stripped he sat his clothes near a tree. 'For being in the new world it has remarkable scenery a lot better than homes.' He thought to himself. It was obvious that this was a different planet than earth just by the trees and some of the animals but it was amazing. As he got into the river he suppressed a cold chill. He made sure to never fully submerged himself. Once he thought himself clean enough he sat near the edge and allowed his legs into the water giving him enough surface to full quench his thirst. Once sated he dried himself off and got dressed.
Once dressed he made his way back to the cave and got all of his equipment ready. The suspenders that hung off of his trousers were put on properly as well as a battle belt. Once fully clothed and ready he had several straps running up and down his back and chest, those straps would allow him to carry his AWM on his back as well as his Mk18 on the upper part of his hip, his other two weapons being attached in its sheath and holster. Once all of his weapons and other necessities were attached, he was ready to go. Before he left he took a last look at the place. He wanted to remember the spot where he found out that he wasn't fully human anymore. He wanted to remember the spot where his partner died. With that done he left. He found a clearing in the forest where he could see the sun which allowed him to get his sense of direction and once he had that he'd be able to make his way back home. He wanted to see how long it'd take for him to reach the gate using his new abilities. It was still a shock for when using his abilities. After a few hours journey he reached the gate. He stopped before fully crossing. He got to his knees and look down the tunnel. He saw at the end a group of people. They appeared to be civilians but he couldn't tell. He needed to cross to the other side and if the people at the end where from the otherworld and meant harm he'd have to kill them before they could hurt any people from his world.
Before crossing the tunnel he figured he would try out his camouflage ability. He made his way across the tunnel confident that the others wouldn't see him. Once across he veered off to the right to find higher ground. He saw that the only high ground nearby would be the gate. 'Hmm wonder if I can make this jump.' He thought to himself. He positioned himself so that the others wouldn't see him as he de cloaked himself, once done he made a running jump and was able to get onto the roof of the gate. Once up there he cloaked himself and laid down and readied himself to fire if need be. Once he had his rifle sighted on that had grey hair. He appeared to be the most dangerous of them. For now though he would just watch and see what happens. | Name: Elijah Arviant
Age: 24
Home world: Earth
Race: Parasitic human
Gender: Male
similar to how Quiets face is when in combat with the black markings. Elijah does as well except his goes where he is using them ie he using a gun they'll be focused around the eyes. He using his arms they'll be all along his arms
Physicality: enhanced strength and speed/endurance. Limited intangibility.the ability to camouflage himself including clothes. visual acuity is such that he could spot individual blades on a helicopter when they were at full speed, which could combined with his speed to allow him to shoot in between them and not hit the blades. Amazing depth perception.
Due to injuries received a lot of my organs are unusable. Main organs that were heavily damaged, lungs stomach, as such my character isn't able to use breathe normally or eat. To be able to live the parasite modified the structure of Elijah's skin to be able to breathe and drink water. As such Elijah isn't able to wear a lot of clothing. (not gonna go overboard with it. Mainly no shirt or something extremely light and loose, as for pants he'll most likely have something like running pants). The way he drinks is by showering/ being put in water, saltwater would cause burns. The way he takes nourishment is a process similar to photosynthesis. Since his stomach can't take food anymore the virus adapted to allow him to eat.
It can be passed to others through saliva. Elijah tends to not speak or if he has to wear something over his mouth that will allow him to talk freely.
Personality: Before Elijah was infected he was a very outgoing person who spent a lot of his time with his unit going out.Was very carefree and had a lot of hope for the world. He was known to never leave a person behind in the field or at the bar. Was a very charitable person who helped people whenever he could. After being infected he became more cautious of the people not from earth for their world was very different than his. He now tends to keep to himself as well as not speak as much.
History: Highlights before the gate: Graduated top of his class in high school, joined the Marine Corp. Went the infantry route tried out for recon and passed, got selected for the Scout Sniper mos. Graduated 2nd of his class. Was deployed once. Got 5th degree black belt in MCMAP.
Gate opened- His unit were some of the first to enter it. They were to recon the surrounding area. Him and his spotter went off to find some high ground. During their trek they were captured his buddy was killed by bandits.
Elijah wasn't spared that mercy he was subjected to their torture for several days before he finally managed to break free. He found that he had trouble breathing and his ribs hurt, his stomach was just a massive purple,red and and black spot. He figured he had some type of internal inure. He stumbled his way out and found himself in a marsh. He collapsed after a hour of wander less walking. When he awoke he wasn't in pain and he felt like nothing could go wrong. He stood up and stretched himself out. He felt a little sore but other than that he felt perfect. Looking down he noticed that his stomach wasn't bruised anymore and his chest looked fine. He somehow felt stronger. He wandered some more but came to the place he escaped from. He figured it wouldn't hurt to look and see if he could get some revenge. He overtook and killed two guards before they could even respond. Elijah was in awe at the speed that he accomplished it. He had never moved that fast.
That day he found all of his powers. He was also able to retrieve his equipment. To his dismay he found that upon putting on his full uniform he found it harder to breathe. After several test he concluded that it was caused by a outside factor. After that he decided to go around shirtless. but was able to attach ammo carries and stuff to clip his weapons on. After clearing the place of enemies he decided to rest there. He went to take a drink and eat some food but found that it only hurt upon entering his system. What he ate and drank cause him to throw up. When he poured water on himself to clean it up he felt his thirst being quenched. In a dream later that night he dreamt of a parasite that was using his body but in a symbiotic relationship. When he awoke he understood what he was now and how to take care of himself. He also understood his abilities and that he was contagious to others but only through saliva. As such he took his partners balaclava he'd wear it when close to others.
Weapons:
5th degree black belt in MCMAP
Combat style: (if any)
Often works alone but is able to work in groups. Tends to take the high ground or is far away. Up close hes able to effectively use his carbine, pistol or knife and if one or the other is broken or out of ammunition he able to use his martial arts training to either knockout, maim or kill his opponent.
Comical quirks: hums a lot. tends to listen to music more than normal. Has a guitar that he likes to play occasionally
Him humming
Theme song:
theme
10 hours of pure fun |
9,983 | 278 | 34 | 443 | 619 | Aria sensed a new presence nearby and her eyes went wide. The tiny red-head started looking around. "H...hello?" she called. Walking about, leaving the others who looked confused, the girl started searching for the person. She gulped, as her Empathic powers were showing her some dark intentions and emotions in this person.
She started trying to climb towards it, but she slipped and hurt her ankle. "AH!" she yelped, then sat down and whimpered, clutching the painful ankle. "P...Please, are you there? Am...Am I just imagining things?" she called out again, looking up with nervous but innocent intentions. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,984 | 278 | 35 | 1,930 | 259 | Through his sites he saw one of the people break off and head toward his direction. It was the only woman of the group. He might've been compromised. Grabbing his rifle he walked to the edge where she appeared to try and climb the wall. She barely made it anywhere before she slipped and fell back down. Elijah didn't know if any of the others would help her. It was obvious she knew he was here. He figured he would be talking soon, so he grabbed the balaclava and put it on. It didn't cover his full face just his mouth to help prevent him from infecting others. He then clipped the rifle to his back and jumped down. The fall would hurt most people but for Elijah it was a small jump. Upon landing a bit of dirt was flung into the air. Elijah then uncloaked himself in front of her. It would probably be a shock to see a half naked man with several guns on him. He hoped this was the right course of action. "Are you okay?" He asked crouching near her. "how did you know I was there? I was only visible for a few seconds at most, before I jumped onto the roof of the gate." | Name: Elijah Arviant
Age: 24
Home world: Earth
Race: Parasitic human
Gender: Male
similar to how Quiets face is when in combat with the black markings. Elijah does as well except his goes where he is using them ie he using a gun they'll be focused around the eyes. He using his arms they'll be all along his arms
Physicality: enhanced strength and speed/endurance. Limited intangibility.the ability to camouflage himself including clothes. visual acuity is such that he could spot individual blades on a helicopter when they were at full speed, which could combined with his speed to allow him to shoot in between them and not hit the blades. Amazing depth perception.
Due to injuries received a lot of my organs are unusable. Main organs that were heavily damaged, lungs stomach, as such my character isn't able to use breathe normally or eat. To be able to live the parasite modified the structure of Elijah's skin to be able to breathe and drink water. As such Elijah isn't able to wear a lot of clothing. (not gonna go overboard with it. Mainly no shirt or something extremely light and loose, as for pants he'll most likely have something like running pants). The way he drinks is by showering/ being put in water, saltwater would cause burns. The way he takes nourishment is a process similar to photosynthesis. Since his stomach can't take food anymore the virus adapted to allow him to eat.
It can be passed to others through saliva. Elijah tends to not speak or if he has to wear something over his mouth that will allow him to talk freely.
Personality: Before Elijah was infected he was a very outgoing person who spent a lot of his time with his unit going out.Was very carefree and had a lot of hope for the world. He was known to never leave a person behind in the field or at the bar. Was a very charitable person who helped people whenever he could. After being infected he became more cautious of the people not from earth for their world was very different than his. He now tends to keep to himself as well as not speak as much.
History: Highlights before the gate: Graduated top of his class in high school, joined the Marine Corp. Went the infantry route tried out for recon and passed, got selected for the Scout Sniper mos. Graduated 2nd of his class. Was deployed once. Got 5th degree black belt in MCMAP.
Gate opened- His unit were some of the first to enter it. They were to recon the surrounding area. Him and his spotter went off to find some high ground. During their trek they were captured his buddy was killed by bandits.
Elijah wasn't spared that mercy he was subjected to their torture for several days before he finally managed to break free. He found that he had trouble breathing and his ribs hurt, his stomach was just a massive purple,red and and black spot. He figured he had some type of internal inure. He stumbled his way out and found himself in a marsh. He collapsed after a hour of wander less walking. When he awoke he wasn't in pain and he felt like nothing could go wrong. He stood up and stretched himself out. He felt a little sore but other than that he felt perfect. Looking down he noticed that his stomach wasn't bruised anymore and his chest looked fine. He somehow felt stronger. He wandered some more but came to the place he escaped from. He figured it wouldn't hurt to look and see if he could get some revenge. He overtook and killed two guards before they could even respond. Elijah was in awe at the speed that he accomplished it. He had never moved that fast.
That day he found all of his powers. He was also able to retrieve his equipment. To his dismay he found that upon putting on his full uniform he found it harder to breathe. After several test he concluded that it was caused by a outside factor. After that he decided to go around shirtless. but was able to attach ammo carries and stuff to clip his weapons on. After clearing the place of enemies he decided to rest there. He went to take a drink and eat some food but found that it only hurt upon entering his system. What he ate and drank cause him to throw up. When he poured water on himself to clean it up he felt his thirst being quenched. In a dream later that night he dreamt of a parasite that was using his body but in a symbiotic relationship. When he awoke he understood what he was now and how to take care of himself. He also understood his abilities and that he was contagious to others but only through saliva. As such he took his partners balaclava he'd wear it when close to others.
Weapons:
5th degree black belt in MCMAP
Combat style: (if any)
Often works alone but is able to work in groups. Tends to take the high ground or is far away. Up close hes able to effectively use his carbine, pistol or knife and if one or the other is broken or out of ammunition he able to use his martial arts training to either knockout, maim or kill his opponent.
Comical quirks: hums a lot. tends to listen to music more than normal. Has a guitar that he likes to play occasionally
Him humming
Theme song:
theme
10 hours of pure fun |
9,985 | 278 | 36 | 824 | 109 | By this point, kit didn't feel scared or worried at all. Instead he was just confused. The amount of things that had happened to him in the last 15 minuets would make anyone question what the hell was going on. The person he saw before him looked like he was just about to fight a war.
"Okay, ya know what. I think I'll just sit down over here and cry if thats all right with you guys." He sat down against the cold wall of the gate. It was absolutely freezing so he sat forward slightly.
He placed him chin in his cupped hands and looked up at the group. A slight smile on his face.
"Can someone please explain what's going on? We got a dwarf, some wizards, miss telekinetic and now the one man army... We look like we're going to a comicon..." | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,986 | 278 | 37 | 443 | 619 | Seeing a shirtless man made her panic and she squealed, trying to jump back. Hitting the rock wall with her head, she whimpered. Closing her eyes in embarrassment, she blushed furiously. "I...I have Telepathy and Empathy. I sensed you." She gulped and tried to stand, then whimpered when her ankle pained her. She opened one eye and blushed more. "J...jeez...where's your freaking shirt???" | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,987 | 278 | 38 | 1,579 | 130 | Whit th' heel is comicon? Hrodgar asked to the human having the breakdown, slumped up against the cold side of the gate. He stomped over to the human and rested his hand against the cold stone of the gate, the feeling of masonry always calmed him down, even mysterious masonry such as this.
It's nae like thes is pure unheard ay ye ken?. teleportation spells ur basic as they come! althoogh beyond a dwarf door it's unusual tae see them sustained fur so lang." Hrodgar leaned closer to the thing humans ear and whispered "Oh an' by th' way Ah believe th' term they prefer is mage, nae wizard, jist sae ye dornt offend anybody"
"Now" He said loudly, pulling the human up bodily by his shoulders and planting him firmly back on his feet."There's nae need tae panic, let's start over an' try tae keep a calm heed on. Mah name is Hrodgar, diz anyain else fancy gettin' their introductions out ay th' way while we're all actually payin' attention?"
With his speech done Hrodgar turned to regard the rest of the ragtag assortment that had gathered around the gate, listening eagerly to make sense of the mental mess they all found themselves in. | Name: Hrodgar
Age: 56
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Dwarf (Khazad)
Gender: Male
Physicality: Very muscular and capable of great feats of stamina, he is however not overly agile and can dodge fairly well but not a great runner or speed attacker. Being a Dwarf smith he is also able to use blood to inscribe runes onto weapons, although this has no practical applications in the field.
Personality: Typical of his race he is very stubborn, and is prone to holding deep grudges that can run for entire generations. He is a heavy drinker but rarely actually managed to get drunk, much to his own disappointment. He is prone to laugh and sing with people who he is comfortable with but will never use his own language in front of non-dwarves, except when very angry or under a great deal of stress.
History: Born to a farther prone to working the smith all day he grew up around weapons and by the years of his first beard hairs was able to masterfully use his fathers pair of walking axes with ease. By the time he had come of age (around 35) he had mastered the forge and was capable of using many of the weapons that he could create, however his main skill lies with axes, both larger greataxes and the smaller walking or hand axes.
A few years after his coming of age his father took heavily to Dwarvish vodka and eventually went crazy, attacking the hall of the Dwarven king, killing 3 of his guards. His fathers name became mud, and so Hrodgar abandoned his name, and has spent his entire life since then travelling to atone for the sins of his father, seeking forgiveness from the Dwarves ancient god.
Combat style: Berserker - Although very strong Hrodgar is not a battle tactician. When he gets in a fight with his hands his style is similar to that of a typical tavern brawl, but when fighting with axes he becomes a whirlwind of destruction. When he attacks he relies on his raw strength to get through a situation and lets the battle lust take over him, he won't usually let this get to the point were he's attacking a friendly person, but if he ever where to be emotionally taxed to the full, it is possible he could go on a rampage where he would attack anything he could see.
Comical quirks: Drinks a lot! of ale, has a tendency to sing too loudly without realizing it and forgets the words more often then he remembers them. |
9,988 | 278 | 39 | 443 | 619 | Julia watched the Dwarf help her new companion, Kit and sat there, hand on her ankle and trying not to look at the impressive body of the man near her. "Um...could someone maybe help me!?" she called, trying to catch the others' attentions. | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,989 | 278 | 40 | 1,930 | 259 | Elijah nodded his head. "I see." He watched as the girl tried to rise from the ground. " from my guess you probably sprained or twisted it. Though I don't know much medical since that wasn't my specialty." He noticed that she kept blushing when she looked at him. It finally clicked to why she was blushing. It was because of him being shirtless. "Ah that's a long story. To make it short I'm not fully human anymore and I can't breathe if I'm fully clothed. Trust me I tried. Feels like I'm drowning if I'm fully clothed." He said. " I would help you but I can't risk infecting you with what I have." He said matter of factly." Elijah looked over to the man against the pillar. "It's simple I was sent in to scout for the military." | Name: Elijah Arviant
Age: 24
Home world: Earth
Race: Parasitic human
Gender: Male
similar to how Quiets face is when in combat with the black markings. Elijah does as well except his goes where he is using them ie he using a gun they'll be focused around the eyes. He using his arms they'll be all along his arms
Physicality: enhanced strength and speed/endurance. Limited intangibility.the ability to camouflage himself including clothes. visual acuity is such that he could spot individual blades on a helicopter when they were at full speed, which could combined with his speed to allow him to shoot in between them and not hit the blades. Amazing depth perception.
Due to injuries received a lot of my organs are unusable. Main organs that were heavily damaged, lungs stomach, as such my character isn't able to use breathe normally or eat. To be able to live the parasite modified the structure of Elijah's skin to be able to breathe and drink water. As such Elijah isn't able to wear a lot of clothing. (not gonna go overboard with it. Mainly no shirt or something extremely light and loose, as for pants he'll most likely have something like running pants). The way he drinks is by showering/ being put in water, saltwater would cause burns. The way he takes nourishment is a process similar to photosynthesis. Since his stomach can't take food anymore the virus adapted to allow him to eat.
It can be passed to others through saliva. Elijah tends to not speak or if he has to wear something over his mouth that will allow him to talk freely.
Personality: Before Elijah was infected he was a very outgoing person who spent a lot of his time with his unit going out.Was very carefree and had a lot of hope for the world. He was known to never leave a person behind in the field or at the bar. Was a very charitable person who helped people whenever he could. After being infected he became more cautious of the people not from earth for their world was very different than his. He now tends to keep to himself as well as not speak as much.
History: Highlights before the gate: Graduated top of his class in high school, joined the Marine Corp. Went the infantry route tried out for recon and passed, got selected for the Scout Sniper mos. Graduated 2nd of his class. Was deployed once. Got 5th degree black belt in MCMAP.
Gate opened- His unit were some of the first to enter it. They were to recon the surrounding area. Him and his spotter went off to find some high ground. During their trek they were captured his buddy was killed by bandits.
Elijah wasn't spared that mercy he was subjected to their torture for several days before he finally managed to break free. He found that he had trouble breathing and his ribs hurt, his stomach was just a massive purple,red and and black spot. He figured he had some type of internal inure. He stumbled his way out and found himself in a marsh. He collapsed after a hour of wander less walking. When he awoke he wasn't in pain and he felt like nothing could go wrong. He stood up and stretched himself out. He felt a little sore but other than that he felt perfect. Looking down he noticed that his stomach wasn't bruised anymore and his chest looked fine. He somehow felt stronger. He wandered some more but came to the place he escaped from. He figured it wouldn't hurt to look and see if he could get some revenge. He overtook and killed two guards before they could even respond. Elijah was in awe at the speed that he accomplished it. He had never moved that fast.
That day he found all of his powers. He was also able to retrieve his equipment. To his dismay he found that upon putting on his full uniform he found it harder to breathe. After several test he concluded that it was caused by a outside factor. After that he decided to go around shirtless. but was able to attach ammo carries and stuff to clip his weapons on. After clearing the place of enemies he decided to rest there. He went to take a drink and eat some food but found that it only hurt upon entering his system. What he ate and drank cause him to throw up. When he poured water on himself to clean it up he felt his thirst being quenched. In a dream later that night he dreamt of a parasite that was using his body but in a symbiotic relationship. When he awoke he understood what he was now and how to take care of himself. He also understood his abilities and that he was contagious to others but only through saliva. As such he took his partners balaclava he'd wear it when close to others.
Weapons:
5th degree black belt in MCMAP
Combat style: (if any)
Often works alone but is able to work in groups. Tends to take the high ground or is far away. Up close hes able to effectively use his carbine, pistol or knife and if one or the other is broken or out of ammunition he able to use his martial arts training to either knockout, maim or kill his opponent.
Comical quirks: hums a lot. tends to listen to music more than normal. Has a guitar that he likes to play occasionally
Him humming
Theme song:
theme
10 hours of pure fun |
9,990 | 278 | 41 | 443 | 619 | The small girl closed her eyes and hid her face in her hands. "Seriously! Someone! Help!" she called, kind of panicking. She was NOT used to having shirtless men near her, no matter the reason for the shirtless-ness. She opened one eye, blushing and...almost enjoying it, then closed it and cussing a bit. "C-can you step back?" | Name: Aria Hawes
Age: 23
Home world: Earth
Race: Human with powers
Gender:
Physicality: She's quite capable in a fight, but she's small so she can't do TOO much damage. she also has Telepathy and Empathy,
Personality: Gentle and kind, she avoids fights and soothes tempers. very prone to trying to keep from crying, as she has serious Anxiety issues around new people and crowds. music helps her so she always has an MP3 player with her. she tends to zone out and start singing to calm herself down, if things are too messed up for her.
History: Aria was born to a normal family. as the only girl, she was constantly babied by her three older brothers. they protected her from everything, from reckless behavior to bullies. the problem is, they couldn't save her from herself and when her anxiety triggered, they had no clue what to do. when she moved out, they were NOT happy and demanded she have someone live with her. she compromised by getting a cat. this cat was fairly large and VERY long-furred. and she named him Julian.
As she lived alone, she had no clue how to take care of herself. she only knew how to take care of others. she began to volunteer at places to take care of homeless people and animals.
One day, she met someone from the Otherworld and she was fascinated. She was delighted to find that this person wasn't so bad. When they became friends, this person started teaching her how to take care of herself. she grew as a person, but her anxieties grew as well. Her friend from the Otherworld disappeared. she has no clue where he went, sadly. She last saw him in Africa. Right now, she's amazed by finding another gate.
Combat style: she doesn't fight. the empathy makes her feel the pain of others
Comical quirks: she tends to tilt her head to the side and make cute noises when confused xD |
9,991 | 278 | 42 | 74 | 48 | Mikael, unused to things happening so fast, just stood still and try to take everything in. As the Dwarf entered the gate Mikael decided to follow. He went through what has happened in his mind: he had been walking to town to get some supplies, a flash of light and ear piercing sound had stopped him and Mikael investigated it finding this gate. People from a land called 'Canada' stepped through, the Dwarf advised against going through then some person on the other side of the gate had caused a commotion and the Dwarf stepped through the gate.
Mikael sighed and shook his head, "Well... I guess I'll follow" despite his apparent hesitation Mikael was somewhat thrilled to have this chance to see this land, who knows what kinds of things he might find. | Name: Mikael Traven
Age: 19
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physicality: Mikael is fairly average in his build; he isn't weak but he isn't particularly strong. He much prefers the pursuits of the mind over those of the body, though he recognizes a need to stay in somewhat good shape. He has some notable magical ability and can use a sword (though he generally doesn't)
Personality: Mikael is very interested in anything new, though he generally can keep his head in such situations. He is typically polite to those around him unless they have lost his respect in some way. He is rather naive and assumes most people are worthy of his respect until proven otherwise. He enjoys reading, writing and music.
History: Mikael Traven was born to Adir Traven and Myra Peace Traven. They were relatively minor nobles, owning a (relatively) small amount of land. Adir wanted all of his sons to become knights but Mikael had never had much interest in doing so and wanted to learn magic. He protested much against his father's wishes, eventually simply leaving when he was fifteen. He took a horse, sword and what he determined to be enough money to find someone to teach him.
After two weeks of searching and working for food Mikael heard about a mage that might be willing to take on a student who lived a ways out of the city he was in at the time. Mikael went to where he was told to go and found a fairly innocuous cottage. He went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged man.
“What are you doing here, young man?” he asked.
Mikael looked right into his eyes, “I'm here to learn the ways of magic, sir.”
The man tilted his head, “What makes you think I know anything about magic?”
“I've been searching for two weeks to find someone who can teach me and I heard that you can.”
The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Two weeks, hmm? Not that long to be searching... where did you come from?”
Mikael looked a bit confused in the change in tone, “I came from my father's house, he owns some land.”
“How much land?”
“Uh, three acres of land.”
The man nodded, “More land than most people...” he looked at Mikael for a few moments, “Very well, I'll take you in; however if I find that you cannot, or will not, take the responsibilities of a mage seriously, then I will not teach you.”
So Mikael became a student of the man, whose name he found was Demir. He trained under him for four years, learning much and making quite a few mistakes (who doesn't?). Though his tutelage was not yet complete Demir encouraged Mikael to go out and learn about the world on his own, and then come back when he- Mikael –felt like he was ready. So Mikael set out to learn more about the world he lived in, taking many books to study with him.
Combat style: Mikael prefers to use magic to incapacitate his foes, though he may use more offensive spells. He can also use a sword adequately if the need arises. |
9,992 | 278 | 43 | 824 | 109 | As the group stood and talked a gentle rumble grew in the distance. Elijah was the first to notice then Mikael, and so on. One by one the group turned toward the sound of the noise.
"A helicopter?" Kit said looking face to face around the group, looking lastly to Elijah. "Do you know anything about this?.."
Elijah did not seem to know, kit supposed that the flash of bright light looked rather like a flare going off. Maybe it was a search and rescue helicopter? Whatever it was, he didn't want to be the one to have to explain to the police what was going on, something this big would most likely warrant days of questioning. Plus he could only guess what a government might do to people from another world.
The trees began to shake slightly and a light appeared in the distance.
Kit stood up and rubbed the back of his head. "Hey, erm.. it's getting really cold here.. and late for that matter, do you guys have somewhere to stay on your side?" He looked at those from within the gate "Cause if not why not stay at the company home. The house is a massive five bedroom but cause I live alone I only use two of the rooms...
I think this whole event is very important, the whole thing of two whole worlds being linked. It's pretty frikin' masive, and it would be good if we could make sure the whole event is treated as it should be, right? So the authorities on both sides can act in the correct manor..."
He was hoping he could keep contact with the others, if he let this opportunity slip he would just go back to being a nobody again. | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,993 | 278 | 44 | 74 | 48 | Mikael, having sorted things out in his mind, caught onto what the man was saying and nodded.
"I see, and you're right. People often act in a more severe manner when encountering something different, which I would judge this is considered very different by your standards." he looked around for a moment, "I suppose either side would work. I know places we could stay on our side and I would be intrigued to learn more about you if we stay on this side." he looked over his shoulder, at his hair, "And I need to brush my hair." | Name: Mikael Traven
Age: 19
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physicality: Mikael is fairly average in his build; he isn't weak but he isn't particularly strong. He much prefers the pursuits of the mind over those of the body, though he recognizes a need to stay in somewhat good shape. He has some notable magical ability and can use a sword (though he generally doesn't)
Personality: Mikael is very interested in anything new, though he generally can keep his head in such situations. He is typically polite to those around him unless they have lost his respect in some way. He is rather naive and assumes most people are worthy of his respect until proven otherwise. He enjoys reading, writing and music.
History: Mikael Traven was born to Adir Traven and Myra Peace Traven. They were relatively minor nobles, owning a (relatively) small amount of land. Adir wanted all of his sons to become knights but Mikael had never had much interest in doing so and wanted to learn magic. He protested much against his father's wishes, eventually simply leaving when he was fifteen. He took a horse, sword and what he determined to be enough money to find someone to teach him.
After two weeks of searching and working for food Mikael heard about a mage that might be willing to take on a student who lived a ways out of the city he was in at the time. Mikael went to where he was told to go and found a fairly innocuous cottage. He went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged man.
“What are you doing here, young man?” he asked.
Mikael looked right into his eyes, “I'm here to learn the ways of magic, sir.”
The man tilted his head, “What makes you think I know anything about magic?”
“I've been searching for two weeks to find someone who can teach me and I heard that you can.”
The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Two weeks, hmm? Not that long to be searching... where did you come from?”
Mikael looked a bit confused in the change in tone, “I came from my father's house, he owns some land.”
“How much land?”
“Uh, three acres of land.”
The man nodded, “More land than most people...” he looked at Mikael for a few moments, “Very well, I'll take you in; however if I find that you cannot, or will not, take the responsibilities of a mage seriously, then I will not teach you.”
So Mikael became a student of the man, whose name he found was Demir. He trained under him for four years, learning much and making quite a few mistakes (who doesn't?). Though his tutelage was not yet complete Demir encouraged Mikael to go out and learn about the world on his own, and then come back when he- Mikael –felt like he was ready. So Mikael set out to learn more about the world he lived in, taking many books to study with him.
Combat style: Mikael prefers to use magic to incapacitate his foes, though he may use more offensive spells. He can also use a sword adequately if the need arises. |
9,994 | 278 | 45 | 1,930 | 259 | Elijah nodded at the girl and moved a few paces back. Looking up he saw a helicopter. "I'd get away from here for now. Either get back on their side or get to some place safe. This place will most likely become a war zone soon." Elijah said. "I'd suggest their side. We'd fit in better. They wouldn't fit in as well here." Elijah said. "Whatever we do. We need to do it fast." He finished. "If no one will get the girl I can fireman carry her there." Elijah said. Elijah looked out into the distance toward where the helicopter came from there would most likely be people coming soon. They would have to hurry. | Name: Elijah Arviant
Age: 24
Home world: Earth
Race: Parasitic human
Gender: Male
similar to how Quiets face is when in combat with the black markings. Elijah does as well except his goes where he is using them ie he using a gun they'll be focused around the eyes. He using his arms they'll be all along his arms
Physicality: enhanced strength and speed/endurance. Limited intangibility.the ability to camouflage himself including clothes. visual acuity is such that he could spot individual blades on a helicopter when they were at full speed, which could combined with his speed to allow him to shoot in between them and not hit the blades. Amazing depth perception.
Due to injuries received a lot of my organs are unusable. Main organs that were heavily damaged, lungs stomach, as such my character isn't able to use breathe normally or eat. To be able to live the parasite modified the structure of Elijah's skin to be able to breathe and drink water. As such Elijah isn't able to wear a lot of clothing. (not gonna go overboard with it. Mainly no shirt or something extremely light and loose, as for pants he'll most likely have something like running pants). The way he drinks is by showering/ being put in water, saltwater would cause burns. The way he takes nourishment is a process similar to photosynthesis. Since his stomach can't take food anymore the virus adapted to allow him to eat.
It can be passed to others through saliva. Elijah tends to not speak or if he has to wear something over his mouth that will allow him to talk freely.
Personality: Before Elijah was infected he was a very outgoing person who spent a lot of his time with his unit going out.Was very carefree and had a lot of hope for the world. He was known to never leave a person behind in the field or at the bar. Was a very charitable person who helped people whenever he could. After being infected he became more cautious of the people not from earth for their world was very different than his. He now tends to keep to himself as well as not speak as much.
History: Highlights before the gate: Graduated top of his class in high school, joined the Marine Corp. Went the infantry route tried out for recon and passed, got selected for the Scout Sniper mos. Graduated 2nd of his class. Was deployed once. Got 5th degree black belt in MCMAP.
Gate opened- His unit were some of the first to enter it. They were to recon the surrounding area. Him and his spotter went off to find some high ground. During their trek they were captured his buddy was killed by bandits.
Elijah wasn't spared that mercy he was subjected to their torture for several days before he finally managed to break free. He found that he had trouble breathing and his ribs hurt, his stomach was just a massive purple,red and and black spot. He figured he had some type of internal inure. He stumbled his way out and found himself in a marsh. He collapsed after a hour of wander less walking. When he awoke he wasn't in pain and he felt like nothing could go wrong. He stood up and stretched himself out. He felt a little sore but other than that he felt perfect. Looking down he noticed that his stomach wasn't bruised anymore and his chest looked fine. He somehow felt stronger. He wandered some more but came to the place he escaped from. He figured it wouldn't hurt to look and see if he could get some revenge. He overtook and killed two guards before they could even respond. Elijah was in awe at the speed that he accomplished it. He had never moved that fast.
That day he found all of his powers. He was also able to retrieve his equipment. To his dismay he found that upon putting on his full uniform he found it harder to breathe. After several test he concluded that it was caused by a outside factor. After that he decided to go around shirtless. but was able to attach ammo carries and stuff to clip his weapons on. After clearing the place of enemies he decided to rest there. He went to take a drink and eat some food but found that it only hurt upon entering his system. What he ate and drank cause him to throw up. When he poured water on himself to clean it up he felt his thirst being quenched. In a dream later that night he dreamt of a parasite that was using his body but in a symbiotic relationship. When he awoke he understood what he was now and how to take care of himself. He also understood his abilities and that he was contagious to others but only through saliva. As such he took his partners balaclava he'd wear it when close to others.
Weapons:
5th degree black belt in MCMAP
Combat style: (if any)
Often works alone but is able to work in groups. Tends to take the high ground or is far away. Up close hes able to effectively use his carbine, pistol or knife and if one or the other is broken or out of ammunition he able to use his martial arts training to either knockout, maim or kill his opponent.
Comical quirks: hums a lot. tends to listen to music more than normal. Has a guitar that he likes to play occasionally
Him humming
Theme song:
theme
10 hours of pure fun |
9,995 | 278 | 46 | 1,579 | 130 | Hrodgar was begining to get worried, the noises where getting closer and he was sure that the authorities from his side of the gate would soon come looking for what had made the light, and that would probably attract more attention from other more magical authorities.
"Ah suppose there's nae harm in goin' over tae yer side, Ahs long ahs ye hae guid drink manling."He said grufly to Kit."Besides thes place is gonnae be filled wi' snooty mages ur pointy lugs onie minute noo, nae offence." The last part of the sentence was aimed at the mage as he stepped past him out onto the other side of the gate, looking off into the distance as some bright light shone above them.
"If we're goin' it shoods be suin manlin', things dont soond guid on your side." | Name: Hrodgar
Age: 56
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Dwarf (Khazad)
Gender: Male
Physicality: Very muscular and capable of great feats of stamina, he is however not overly agile and can dodge fairly well but not a great runner or speed attacker. Being a Dwarf smith he is also able to use blood to inscribe runes onto weapons, although this has no practical applications in the field.
Personality: Typical of his race he is very stubborn, and is prone to holding deep grudges that can run for entire generations. He is a heavy drinker but rarely actually managed to get drunk, much to his own disappointment. He is prone to laugh and sing with people who he is comfortable with but will never use his own language in front of non-dwarves, except when very angry or under a great deal of stress.
History: Born to a farther prone to working the smith all day he grew up around weapons and by the years of his first beard hairs was able to masterfully use his fathers pair of walking axes with ease. By the time he had come of age (around 35) he had mastered the forge and was capable of using many of the weapons that he could create, however his main skill lies with axes, both larger greataxes and the smaller walking or hand axes.
A few years after his coming of age his father took heavily to Dwarvish vodka and eventually went crazy, attacking the hall of the Dwarven king, killing 3 of his guards. His fathers name became mud, and so Hrodgar abandoned his name, and has spent his entire life since then travelling to atone for the sins of his father, seeking forgiveness from the Dwarves ancient god.
Combat style: Berserker - Although very strong Hrodgar is not a battle tactician. When he gets in a fight with his hands his style is similar to that of a typical tavern brawl, but when fighting with axes he becomes a whirlwind of destruction. When he attacks he relies on his raw strength to get through a situation and lets the battle lust take over him, he won't usually let this get to the point were he's attacking a friendly person, but if he ever where to be emotionally taxed to the full, it is possible he could go on a rampage where he would attack anything he could see.
Comical quirks: Drinks a lot! of ale, has a tendency to sing too loudly without realizing it and forgets the words more often then he remembers them. |
9,996 | 278 | 47 | 824 | 109 | Kit thought for a second, he wouldn't mind going to their side, but would want to get supplies from his house as he had none with him. As far as the helicopter was concerned, he doubt there would be any reason to spark a war.
Which made him think. If this whole new place was full of recourses we didn't have an abundance of, and vice versa. A power struggle could emerge. He wondered just how much damage a mage could do, enough to take on armored vehicles?
The light was becoming closer, kit made up his mind, he would try to get the others to follow him to his home, there they could observe the gate using the fire-watch surveillance drones he worked manning in the area, then they could wait and see what to do next. Also, as those from the other side were travelers, they were probably used to staying away from home and probably didn't have homes nearby to look after unlike him and Julia.
"I'm gonna run!.. I have a place you can hide at till this blows over."
He turned toward the forest and began to lead the way, looking back, hoping the others would follow... | Name: "Spirit" Silverine Arc
Age: 22
Homeworld: Otherworld
Race: Spellborn
Race Info: Spellborns are mostly human, aside from the fact their very essence is composed of magic energy. Without magic, they will eventually die altogether. This being said, they have far greater magic energy than most mages, human or otherwise. Most spellborns can only learn magics to do with whatever element they are aligned with, though stronger spellborns have learned how to control several. Their eyes glow with whatever element they are most attuned with, some of them their eyes simply take the color altogether. There aren't many spellborn in the world, but if you meet one you'd best not have any intentions to harm them lest you meet their wrath.
6'3, change that out for grey hair and grey glowing eyes.
Physicality: Spirit controls the element of 'spirit' a rare trait amongst spellborns or even normal mages. He can take away fragments of your life source, give some of his own, stop actions, etc.
Mind Spike: This allows him to cause both physical and mental damage, whilst siphoning a portion of their magical energy for himself. Casting this causes a random wound to open on himself, the strength of the cast dictates the strength of the wound.
Soul Mend: This allows him to heal himself or others, at the expense of only being able to cast it ever so often and physical fatigue.
Negate: This allows him to stop one of his opponents actions, say they are casting a deadly spell, he would be able to stop them at the last second. While they are able to restart the spell over again, this is mostly used to buy some time. It cannot be used very often, and requires him to generally be still or at a walking pace.
Silence: As described, this allows him to silence whomever he targets for 30 seconds while removing his ability to do the majority of his magic.
Ethereal Jaunt: This is basically his get gone while the gettin' is good card. In exchange for a vast amount of his energy, he turns into a ethereal form unable to be harmed or do harm for a few minutes, allowing him to pass through walls and escape into safety. This is generally only to be used as an escape method, as it offers him no benefits other than that.
Spiritual Gear: Casting this a set of glowing, white, holy armor appears on him along with a falchion blade with runic writing down it and a small buckler shield. The initial casting expends a moderate amount of energy, while it is active it continues to expend small amounts of energy until he 'returns' it.
Song of the Heavens: Once cast a melodious tune echoes around anyone he deems as an ally, healing them for a very minor amount in both the physical and mental sense. Casting this expends a moderate amount of energy.
Empower: Casting this buffs the targets strength greatly for a short while at the expense of a moderate-high amount of magical energy. He often casts this on himself along with his spiritual gear.
Light Arrows: One of his main offensive skills, he fires a volley of in-accurate arrows from a bow made of a spiritual essence, his own. Should one of these arrows hit, the opponent takes a decent amount of damage and are more susceptible to his other spells.
Soul Seer: Casting this allows him to peer into his opponents mind in an effort to see what they plan on doing within the next 10 minutes. Whilst casting this he is entirely vulnerable for a few minutes as he must stand still in order for him to focus.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, at all. Generally un-trusting of anyone and everyone.
History: Spirit was born into the Otherworld a rare race, a Spellborn. He was abandoned when he was young and raised by human parents, as he was still young his body hadn't taken on an affinity for an element yet, so he seemed like a normal human being. Of course, that wasn't the case.
As he grew older his powers grew and his status of being a Spellborn became prevelant. Fearing he would become to dangerous and un-able to be controlled, his parents forced him to leave when he was 17. Abandoned yet again, he decided this was just how the world was. Cold, cruel, and thoughtless. From then on he decided he wouldn't be-friend or trust anyone else, in fear of them stabbing him in the back again.
He set out exploring the world, taking up a few jobs here and there to get by.
Combat Style: He prefers to fight from a distancr unless he has donned his armor, in which case he has he is a very good swordsman.
Comical Quirks: He li-LOVES pie. |
9,997 | 278 | 48 | 74 | 48 | Mikael saw the man run and nodded to the man with the hood, "Right then, I guess we should get going. If you need any help carrying the girl then don't hesitate to ask." he started after the man who had gone running. He looked up at the light was getting closer, wondering what it was. It obviously wasn't a dragon, for one thing there was no roaring and for another Mikael didn't think these people would have seen a dragon judging by how weird the gate seemed to them. Obviously the gate was pretty weird to Mikael too, but not as weird as it seemed to these people. | Name: Mikael Traven
Age: 19
Home world: Otherworld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physicality: Mikael is fairly average in his build; he isn't weak but he isn't particularly strong. He much prefers the pursuits of the mind over those of the body, though he recognizes a need to stay in somewhat good shape. He has some notable magical ability and can use a sword (though he generally doesn't)
Personality: Mikael is very interested in anything new, though he generally can keep his head in such situations. He is typically polite to those around him unless they have lost his respect in some way. He is rather naive and assumes most people are worthy of his respect until proven otherwise. He enjoys reading, writing and music.
History: Mikael Traven was born to Adir Traven and Myra Peace Traven. They were relatively minor nobles, owning a (relatively) small amount of land. Adir wanted all of his sons to become knights but Mikael had never had much interest in doing so and wanted to learn magic. He protested much against his father's wishes, eventually simply leaving when he was fifteen. He took a horse, sword and what he determined to be enough money to find someone to teach him.
After two weeks of searching and working for food Mikael heard about a mage that might be willing to take on a student who lived a ways out of the city he was in at the time. Mikael went to where he was told to go and found a fairly innocuous cottage. He went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged man.
“What are you doing here, young man?” he asked.
Mikael looked right into his eyes, “I'm here to learn the ways of magic, sir.”
The man tilted his head, “What makes you think I know anything about magic?”
“I've been searching for two weeks to find someone who can teach me and I heard that you can.”
The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Two weeks, hmm? Not that long to be searching... where did you come from?”
Mikael looked a bit confused in the change in tone, “I came from my father's house, he owns some land.”
“How much land?”
“Uh, three acres of land.”
The man nodded, “More land than most people...” he looked at Mikael for a few moments, “Very well, I'll take you in; however if I find that you cannot, or will not, take the responsibilities of a mage seriously, then I will not teach you.”
So Mikael became a student of the man, whose name he found was Demir. He trained under him for four years, learning much and making quite a few mistakes (who doesn't?). Though his tutelage was not yet complete Demir encouraged Mikael to go out and learn about the world on his own, and then come back when he- Mikael –felt like he was ready. So Mikael set out to learn more about the world he lived in, taking many books to study with him.
Combat style: Mikael prefers to use magic to incapacitate his foes, though he may use more offensive spells. He can also use a sword adequately if the need arises. |
9,998 | 279 | 0 | 62 | 2,653 | Arabar sat, on his knees, and prayed. From his quiet voice fell vile prayers and litanies, beseeching the dark gods to bless his plans, and grant boons to him and his flock. He stopped a moment, and surveyed his surroundings, he was in the cargo hold of the battle barge Killer's Heaven surrounded by the stolen equipment that his flock had smuggled on board. Ammunition, bolters, grenades and other gear were piled up around him, but most important were the gene seeds, hidden away behind stacks of weapons and ammo, they were the building blocks of his flock's future. The strangest item in the hold was one not stolen by the flock, a great, empty Night lords Dreadnought sarcophagus stood ominously above Arabar as he prayed in its shadow.
Arabar looked back to his front, his gear layed out before his kneeling form. His Defiled crozius, placed laying horizontally on the floor before him, his helmet, which he had not worn in a long time, was turned to face him. The helmet had been shaped to that of a snarling Daemon colored in midnight blue, the helmets top knot stuck up with crimson red hair, and the most recent addition were the large bat like wings affixed to the sides, placed to further endear himself to those still skeptical within his flock. Next to his Crozius sat his most prized possession, "Araghast" a bolt pistol that quietly growled, wishing to be fed one of Arabar's belt clips of pistol ammunition, wishing again to kill. Arabar's armor had only just dried from his repainting of it, in the color scheme of his new Warband. The symbol, a black hand with open palm, the Eye of Horus glaring from the center, sat outlined by a white line to show out from his midnight blue shoulder. The semi sentient gun purred as Arabar prayed, going over the plan in his head.
Nearly every marine on board was a member of his flock, save 30 marines. The largest concentration of the infidels, just under half of them, were in the bridge, so a fair number of his disciples were their as well, the ones on the bridge had to die first. The plan was for Arabar to send a vox bleat over the general channel, all the marines would here but the loyalist night lords would believe it was interference, but his faithful knew it was the signal. Those in the bridge would die first to stop any distress signal or ship announcement from being made, and the rest of the loyalists would then be hunted down. If all went according to plan the Battle barge would be gone before the rest of the fleet could react.
Invoking a final prayer to Tzeentch, Arabar finished his prayers, and smiled. He sent the vox bleat, mag locked his helmet to his hip, retrieved his Crozius and "Araghast" and moved to the door, prepared to kill any Night lord who got in his way. | Name:"Father" Arabar
Age:467 (claimed age)
Appearance
Arabar's body itself is scarred and branded with the sigils and symbols of not only the chaos gods and chaos undivided, but also to a myriad of lesser daemons and champions of chaos.
Marine type:Dark Apostle
Devotion:Chaos undivided
Bio:Arabar, though a charismatic leader of his flock, has revealed little of his past. Even those of his inner circle have learned precious few details of their prophets past. He has revealed his age, and claims once to have been a Dark Apostle within the Word Bearers legion, and his armors colors seem to lend credence to his claim. He has never revealed how he knows about the whispers, or how he can know who can hear them and how intensely. Some may be suspicious of the pious man, his apparent withholding of information about his past and abilities more than a little unsettling, but he does quiet the voices by his presence alone, and his flock do not even know if he himself hears whispers.
Personality:Arabar is a passionate preacher, intoning the gods and their prayers with great fervor and zeal. He leads his flock with a clarity of vision and purpose akin to that of a madman, convinced of their own manifest destiny and the truth in the whispers. Charismatic, cruel and driven, Arabar will commit the most vile of acts on a whim, when he believes it is the will of the gods, and expects his flock to follow him without question, for he will lead them to a promised land of great power, if only they will follow.
Personal skills:Charismatic orator, can quiet the whispers simply by being present and can altogether silence them while giving delivering sermon and blessings. All the skills had by a chaos space marine, slightly bolstered by the blessings of the dark gods
Gear
Defiled Crozius Arcanum (power maul)
Mutated bolt pistol (Flesh blessed)
Word Bearers power armor/ MK 5 Heresy pattern(currently in Black hands regalia)
Assorted ammunition and gear
Frag grenades |
9,999 | 279 | 1 | 2,176 | 944 | Turning his bolter around for the umpteenth time in his gauntleted hands, Sorthraal busied himself with frequent weapons checks before the signal came.
"This is madness," he intoned, for also the umpteenth time. "He wants us to kill our brothers."
"Because they do not believe, Sorthraal," replied Malgadon, standing across the aftcastle armorium with a self-satisfied smirk.
"I couldn't care less," Sorthraal said, as he pulled the handle and chambered a bolt round, "about their faith to the ruinous powers. I do care, however, that we will be committing fratricide." The traitor marine stood up from his throne, surrounded by munitions crates at his boots. "Malgadon, we fought with some of those warriors in the Great Heresy. You must understand my reluctance to murder them."
"I don't like it either," Malgadon said, as he stepped forward. The Killer's Heaven, in compliance with Eighth Legion tradition, was pitch-black in a complete lack of illumination, and only dimly lit in the decks reserved for the mortal crew. Yet even through this palpable darkness, neither astartes had any trouble seeing each other, owing to their gene-enhanced nature. "But we have no choice in the matter. I will not allow myself to go mad over these whispers."
Malgadon's helm was painted to imitate a skull. The ruby armourcrys of its lenses were the empty eye sockets while the vox-grille was the rictus snarl. Two long horns from a great beast of some sort curved into the air from its temples just shy of making scratches on the ceiling. Skulls were fastened by bronze chains across his cuirass and left pauldron, while two Mark VII helms -- one white, the other blue -- were impaled on the spikes that jutted out from his back-mounted power pack. Deed-scrolls and other panegyrics draped and hung from his deep blue ceramite, aggrandizing its wearer even further.
In contrast, the slightly older Sorthraal had little in the way of decoration. Or at least, it wasn't immediately noticeable at first glance, especially from afar: myriad runes covered the ceramite of his armor, in the flowing, serpentine tongue of Nostraman. Each sigil a concept unto itself, the script was ubiquitous all over his form. Others wore papyrus to record their deeds, but Sorthraal took the less obvious route and stenciled cuneiform on his equipment.
"He presumes to command us only because of the damnably incessant palaver of the Neverborn. If we did not have this affliction, then I would have killed him myself long ago. His existence is a cancer."
"I know, Sorthraal. You've told me plenty of times. Now, brother, please replace your helm. I think we are about to start soon."
He did so, grabbing his Mark VII helm and donning it. His powered armor hissed and whirred as the collar locks engaged, and teardrop-shaped eye lenses began to glow in activation. His vision, once unadulterated and true, was now tinged with a hint of red. Ammuntion counters blinked into existence while a targeting reticule scrutinized Malgadon's form. A cross mark hung above his head. Friendly, invalid target.
"Fine," Sorthraal said, as he followed his brother towards the doorway, muting the abrasive vox bleat with a blink-click at the channel's icon. "Let us get this crime over with as quickly as it is possible." | Name: Sorthraal
Age: 7,746 by virtue of the Warp, 344 according to his suit's chronometer.
Appearance:
Born on Nostramo, Sorthraal was conceived with the characteristic wan, alabaster complexion and lack of an iris of the people of that long dead world, and these traits were exacerbated upon his induction to the VIII Legion. Even now, three centuries and a half old, he still stands true -- at least, in a physical sense -- as a living legacy of the Night Haunter, with thick blue veins snaking across his almost transparent white skin, made taut by the slabs of powerful muscle that they draped. Shaven, his head is bald, and crisscrossed by cobwebs of thick, ugly scars, devolving in form as they traveled from the nape of his neck all the way to his face, where they are the most concentrated. Each of these furrows into his tough, leathery skin told a story of its own: the gladius of an Imperial Fist on board the Dymphna's Damnation, shrapnel from a young Ultramarine's bolter, and, most noticeable, the patch of ugly, dried meat that was the work of a Blood Angel flamer on Terra itself. A veteran warrior, more marks all over his body told tales of war, but these are more irregular and less varied than on his visage.
His armor is varied in its components: his torso and pauldrons, Mark VI; his gauntlets, Mark V; his left leg is VI while his other is IV. His helm and backpack are the newest pieces, being of the VII variant, prised from a fallen Emperor's Spear who died begging for mercy. Having undergone so many repairs and replacements, Sorthraal's suit would have looked quite at home in the latest fashion galleries of Imperial nobility had he not repainted its recent components. So many Chapters and Warbands. But he is a Night Lord, and as such, the ceramite is midnight blue, edged and trimmed with obsidian black, with little overt decoration save for the defiled Imperial aquila at the chest piece that had been desecrated by intentionally unrepaired battle-damage.
His armor does not aggrandize its wearer, as told by the fact that the telltale arrowhead symbol which betrays to others of his battlefield role still exists on his right pauldron.
Marine Type: Tactical Marine
Devotion:
Yet to Devote.
Biography:
He ignored it at first.
Then it came to chew upon his sanity.
Sorthraal leaned back, as far as the whining servos of his suit would allow, and, at the speed of sound, drove his armored head straight into the granite. The blow was powerful, cracking the rock and pulverizing much of the impact point to dust, which spread over his vox-grille and ruby eye lenses. Steadying himself with his hands on the stone monolith, he leaned again and repeated the motion with the same brutality. Again, and again, and again. The thunderclaps split the air.
The thumps could be heard for kilometers. Far away, a grazing herd of fauna tilted their ears at the direction. The feline predator took advantage of the distraction, and pounced at one of the babes. Sorthraal didn't know of this, of course. Sorthraal, even if he did, wouldn't have cared. Because at that point in time, he was almost unable to think.
"SHUT. UP," was his demand. "SHUT. UP," was his mantra, uttered in rhythm with every headbutt. "WHY WILL YOU NOT," thump, "SHUT UP?"
They spat a steady, incomprehensible litany at him, in tongues that he couldn't understand, and ones that he surely had no intention of learning. Amongst the thick veil of almost-static, with the way they screamed at him, he could detect a glimmer of laughter, a hint of a tone of wry amusement. They were mocking him, perhaps at his great and undeniable discomfort. Perhaps at something else. Either way, it was almost unbearable.
He had drilled into the rock so much that the structure was actually beginning to give way. Chunks of stone clattered against his helm, and the tower was grinding in protest even as he reared his head back for another go. It was working, yes, it was working! The voices were receding, the maddening whispers were going away. He was beating them out of his system, and he cared little for the flashing warning runes that bathed his retinal display in an incessant light show of crimson. The insanity was giving way to clarity. Clarity of thought, clarity of mind, and clarity of sense.
Then, he heard footsteps.
Sorthraal turned around, all his several tonnes of power-armored form. Servos roared in surprise as with swiftness unbecoming of his bulk he pulled his bolter from his thigh's magnetic clamp. In but a heartbeat, the wide-muzzled Godwyn was already at the target. But the machine spirit inside of it, though simple, noted something strange: it was lowered a millimeter.
"You again," Sorthraal hissed, his voice coarse with five hours' worth of yelling. The visitor was both welcome and unwelcome. His trigger finger itched both ways.
Arabar merely smiled. And warmly, too, as he stepped over the bisected remains of an Eldar warlock. And stepped some more, each footfall bringing him closer to Sorthraal, bringing Sorthraal closer to calmness. The Dark Apostle did not need to speak to convey his message.
"Fine," said the Night Lord, lowering his weapon, though not the venom in his voice. "You have made your point. I will follow you, Apostle."
Personality:
With respect to the GM, this player would rather develop his personality as the RP goes, rather than write it here.
Personal skills:
In Midnight Clad: Sorthraal is a Night Lord, and as such, is adept in terror warfare. Taking a special pleasure in inflicting fear, he uses it like a disease and a poison amongst his foes. The VIII Legion was one so feared that mere rumors of its visit would turn worlds compliant. Sorthraal can, with blade, bolter and theatric, easily show why.
Fallen Angel: He was there during the Horus Heresy: an age of myth and mystery to most of the Imperium. But not to him. Having walked under the same skies as the Primarchs and the Emperor, Sorthraal is a historical relic beyond value. The false muscles of his aging power armor still bear quite a few micro-nicks from the Siege of Terra, and within his mind is the ancient lore of a man who lived alongside the most despised of legendary figures.
Arms Master - Bolter: The standard weapon of the Legiones Astartes, while ubiquitous to its members, is a tenacious, temperamental beast. Sorthraal has trained his eye, hand and posture to tame it completely into his control. With a wordless command, he can set any bolter's rage loose with deadly precision, whether the target is the eye or the heart. Sorthraal is an expert shot, even by Space Marine standards.
Gear:
-Hybrid Power Armor
-Mark IX Hell's Teeth Chainsword
-Godwyn Astartes-pattern Bolter
-Frag Grenade Bundle
-Krak Grenade Bundle
-Melta Charge
Fourth Claw:
Sorthraal is the sergeant of the warband's Fourth Claw, or Fourth Squad. Its members, excluding him, are as follows:
Udan: A Legionary who'd walked in the shadow of the Primarchs just as most of the squad, Udan is a fierce fighter, competitive on the battlefield and unyielding in defense. Prideful, he is not one to decline an honor duel. Pettily envious, he desires Lentus' power sword. Although afflicted by the whispers, he has not yet devoted himself to the Ruinous Powers. A tactical marine, he does not favor ranged combat over melee.
His powered armor is a mishmash of multiple Marks, as is common amongst traitor marines. He is not very distinguishable from the rest of the warband, save for the cracked Novamarine helms that he has impaled on the spikes of his back-mounted powerplant. He is equipped with a bolter and a chain-axe.
Vorax: Vorax is the youngest of the Claw, having been born only after the Heresy and into the Raiding Years. Despite never having seen the Primarch, he has been fortunate enough to step into the dark halls of the Legion fortress at Tsagualsa before the Primogenitor chapters came and destroyed it. Only 144 years old according to his suit's chronometer, Vorax has not devoted himself to the Ruinous Powers, although the whispers are wearing down his defenses. He is a tactical marine, and favors ranged combat.
Notable for being in full Mark VII plate, Vorax can be distinguished by the ruined Imperial aquila that is still emblazoned across his chestpiece. However, unlike Sorthraal, he has taken pains to aggrandize himself. Skulls are chained across his form and he wears the skinned face of a Raven Guard scout on his right pauldron. Hooks dangle in between his thighs, each ending in a still-rotting severed head. He uses a modern combat knife and a bolter.
Bas: Mentally dull out of combat, and utterly implacable, impetuous and bloodthirsty in it, Bas is a Khornate Berzerker in all but name, because he refuses to call himself as such even as he screams praises to the Master of Battles every time he raises his chain-axe. Clad in midnight, he has yet to repaint his armor crimson and trim it with bronze or brass. In his chamber is a small altar dedicated to Khorne, a mound made up of skulls. Bas is the Claw's melee specialist, and a dangerous one at that.
Bas can be distinguished by the knightly helm of his Mark III war plate and the painted lightning that streaks across its ceramite. Two chain-axes are always present on his person (as well as a bolter and a gladius), although he favors a one-handed grip. He eats the gene-seed of fallen enemy marines unless restrained.
Malgadon: This Legionary finds a perverse pleasure in fratricide, as he discovered when he cut down a squad of Blood Angels with his heavy bolter back during the Siege of Terra. Still carrying the same weapon today, he feeds upon the fear the roar of the cannon inspires, and the dread of those who realize that they are about to die. Gregarious, he is Fourth Claw's devastator -- he does not call himself a Havoc. Erring towards Slaanesh, every soul he sets loose into the Warp sends warm chills up and down his armored spine.
Curving horns sprout high and proud from the temples of Malgadon's Mark VII helm, as is iconic of devastators. Skin that he has flayed himself is draped across his armor, in addition to the usual skulls. He is never seen without his personal heavy bolter and is extremely protective of it. When the battle is finished, he will usually be one of the firsts to start skinning the fallen foe. |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.