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Meirie Leran
Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "What a curious situation this was, Mei thought. She was actually seemingly overpowering the death knight for the moment. Soon enough she would have been well in her strength to crush her enemy's neck, but as Ryuuna pulled her runeblade and cut her hand those pesky frost enchantments on the blades numbed her muscles for a moment. Ahhh the handicap of not wearing any armor right now… Mei right away prepared to fight as Melizia reached for her second runeblade, but luckily that was stopped by the tiny elf mage on her shoulder.\n\n As the blasts of fire were hurled towards the death knight, she quickly used the moment the enemy was distracted to stand up from the ground. Both her wounds were hurting and probably would have been interfering with the movement of most people, but for her it was just a mild annoyance for the moment. What she didn't expect was that the second fire blast exploded and propelled the death knight at her and then both of them up the stairs and into the walls.\n \n They sure enough found themselves face to face, the two draenei, desiring to kill each other. As the death knight pulled her face slightly away, Mei quickly prepared to headbut Melizia, but that was stopped when they once again found themselves falling down the middle of the stairs.\n\n \"Sadly can't help it, mister tiny elf mage.\" Mei replied when Sharon stopped their fall with his magic. She had barely any time to react when she was punched in the face by Melizia. As they began falling down yet again, Mei roared in rage using the fact the death knight was under her. Her eyes narrowed in anger, her muscles tensed up as she suddenly spun around in midair by masterfully altering her center of gravity and using the centrifugal force to spin with great speed. In the next moment she dropped her hoof onto the death knight's head. She was well used to aerial fighting form her days in Northrend… and the fighting on flying mounts and falling down cliffs and the like… Whatever don't kill you, makes you stronger right? \" Die… death knight!\" She roared as after the first dropkick, she was already doing the second spin to directly stomp the enemy under her as they were going to land.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "text": "\"And YOU! Yes, you, Vashi. Stop that! Stop!\"\n\nWhile normally very sensitive about criticism directed towards her use of magic, a thing she had had enough about in her time with the rest of the warband; Sharon's own comment did not even cross Vashi's mind.\n\nIn fact, what Vashi was more taken by was the fact that there were currently two very big Draenei butts( + one tiny Sharon) speeding down towards the populated bottom of the stairwell.\n\n\"Uh, girls, I think we should evacuate the area... \" Vashi quietly suggested as she looked down towards Kathlin and Liaena standing in front of her, before gently tugging them both by the back of their collars in order to pull the very curious girls away from the soon-to-be landing zone; the two seemingly having been too busy watching the fight and/or bickering with one another to really give a thought to their positioning! \n\n\"We need to give the combatants... \"\n\n*KRAK-BOOM*\n\n\" ... space.\"\n\nA loud boom echoed throughout the mansion as the two Draenei finally reached the bottom of the stairwell, their impact enough to shake the floorboards to the point they exhumed a thick cloud of dust up from between them that filled the entire bottom of the stairwell!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"…..\"\n\n\"…..I hope your Mister Dal'dieb is insured\"\n\nStudying the huge cloud of dust, Liaena took a tentative step forward. \"What, against war zones? That'd be a premium\"\n\n\"You live with him. It's a reasonable expense\"\n\nCreeeeeeeeeak\n\n….\n\nCRACK\n\n….\n\nCRASHHHHHH!\n\nWith a very final splintering of wood, the much abused timber and plaster beneath the combatants gave way beneath the combined weight of Draenei + Draenei + Draenei's heavy Death-Knight armour. Liaena was left staring at a large hole in the floor, from which a slight fog caused by Malizia's frost spells gently rose.\n\n\"….I hope your Mister Dal'dieb is okay\"\n\n\"With his luck, he's probably stuck in the Death Knight's butt….\" Liaena hissed as she sat down at the edge of the hole, feet dangling over the edge as she started to lower herself in. \"…I'm going down there\"\n\n\"Okay\"\n\n Landing lightly on the floor of the room the pair had crashed into; Liaena identified the place as one of the many store rooms linked to the kitchen Miss Collins held sway over. In all likelihood the place would recently have been full, all of the shelves were now stripped courtesy of the Night-Elf storm that had swept through the manor….Liaena wasn't sure whether or not this constituted a silver lining.\n\nDrawing her dart-gun from a pocket, Liaena checked to ensure the thing was loaded with a suitable vial as she approached the groaning mass of limbs cautiously. \"Sharon? Hey, Sharon?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"By the light! Craaap!\"\n\nSharon thought as the floor creaked beneath the two large, Draenei combatants, and the High Elf fell with them further down into the floor below, barely offered as much of a call as he fell down!\n\nBeing the first one to fall down, Sharon landed with a thud against the surface; his fall much lightened by his smaller volume, yet still enough to leave a bruiser.\n\n\"Not the floor... \" Sharon muttered, half in distress over his ruined floor as he turned to look up, only to have his eyes suddenly expand in size as he realized that he was currently looking up at a pair of big, bubbly, dark blue buttocks belonging to none other than Malizia as the Death Knight was falling straight down towards him, rump first! The Draenei's hind quarters enough to dwarf most of the already considerable rears of the Night Elves!\n\n\"Oh crap... \"\n\nIn an astounding feat of dexterity and agility, Sharon succeeded in planting his feet in the rubble below him, and kick off; causing him to perform a backflip through the air, soaringly elegantly backwards before landing on his feet!\n\nAnd in just in time at that, as the second later, the big Death Knight would land flat on her butt right in the spot with a heavy *thud*, mere inches away from where Sharon was currently standing, the impact enough to shake the world around the tiny elf!\n\n\"That's one Draenei avoided. Now where's the other... ?\"\n\nSharon thought to himself as he stared at the stunned Malizia's broad backside which currently took up most of his view, before turning his gaze upwards to look for the other who had yet to land.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
As the pair of draenei hit the bottom of the stairs, Mei's eyes opened wide when the wood gave in to their weight and the impact and they found themselves falling downwards another floor. Wooden splinters flew around them, scratching at her skin. One even drew blood, but Mei paid that no mind. What she did notice was that the tiny elf on her shoulder was gone! Melizia was a lot heavier so she fell first to the ground as the berserker was moments behind her. As she saw her landing spot, she noticed in horror the tiny elf under her! If she fell on him with this speed, she would squash him like a bug! In a panicked moment of reflex, she used her arms to spin herself in the air, propelling herself to the side just missing the tiny Sharon. Spinning on the ground, she crashed into a wooden cabinet and felt a piercing pain in her arm. Her body felt somewhat heavier than she was used to, as she slowly rose from the ground. Using the wall to lean on, she finally stood on her two feet as she looked around the room, the death knight was still staying on the ground, probably confused and shocked from the impact she suffered. "You alright, mister tiny mage? You didn't get hurn when I fell right?" Mei asked, throwing a look at the tiny Sharon. After all he did help her earlier so she owned him a debt of gratitude for that. She was going to have to find a way to repay him. Making a single step, she noticed again the pain in her arm, there was a piece of wood sticking out. Grinding her teeth, she reached with her other arm, pulling it fast as blood ran down her arm. She then continued walking forward, reaching Ryuuna. "This is it... this time die for good… go to your dark overlords!!!" Mei shouted as she rose up her leg and brought it down at the death knight's head with full strength. She planned to kill the death knight today! With her death, her vengeance would be complete! It had to be done for the eternal peace of her friends!
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Meirie Leran
Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"…I'm going down there\"\n\n\"No, you should be careful! That Death Knight looked particularly mean!\" Vashi would warn as Liaena moved towards the hole, but the Night Elven Magi's words of warning fell on deaf ears as Liaena plainly ignored her, the little black haired girl jumping down after the two Draenei + her boyfriend.\n\n\"I should probably look after her... please stay right here and do not get yourself into any further trouble!\" Vashi then said as she turned to look at Kathlin, before throwing half an eye up towards the stairwell above them, eying the cinders currently attached the surrounding walls.\n\n\"And... if you could do something about that fire, it'd be nice! I don't think mistress would approve of this house burning down prematurely... \"\n\nVashi said, half trapped in her own mind, before the Night Elven magi turned around and jumped down the hole.\n\nCasting a quick spell as she fell, she gracefully levitate the bottom of the fall; landing gently on her feet next to Liaena. Looking forward, she could see the two Draenei. Malizia was sitting on her butt, looking like she had just been hit by a speeding rhino, while Mei was speaking to something directly behind Malizia, although from where she stood, Vashi could not make out what it was; her vision blocked by the large Death Knight.\n\nBut when Mei brought her foot up to strike down on the sitting Malizia, Vashi would immediately spring into action, raising her staff!\n\n\"I'll help too!\" Vashi called out to Mei as she pointed her staff at Malizia, and a ball of silver mist shot out from the tip! The magical sphere zoomed through the air like a rocket, hitting Malizia square in the chest with enough force to push the large Draenei backwards! And just in time, as Mei brought her foot down onto the Death Knight in an epic combo attack, resulting in Malizia barely moving a couple of inches back from the blast before Mei would hammer her back down into the ground with her foot!\n\n\"Whooo! Great hit!\" Vashi cheered from where she stood, waving at Mei!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Sharon!\" Liaena cried out as she caught sight of the little mage stranded in the middle of the cellar floor. The girl swooped forward to pick him up as Mei executed a fairly impressive mid-air manoeuvre to avoid the high-elf and crashed into some boxes instead. \"Are you okay? Sorry about the gate-crashers, I was about to throw them out…\"\n \n\"This is it... this time die for good… go to your dark overlords!!!\"\n\n-STOMP-\n\n\"…I think we've won anyway\" Liaena stated as the combination of Draenei stomp and Vashi bolt hammered onto the Death-Knight's head, the latter sprawled on an unconscious mess on the floor. The girl eyed Mei with a rare look of respect in her eyes. \"Thanks for the assist. Although really….do I know you?\"\n\n\"She was summoned from a portal, so probably not\" Kathlin called down from the hole in the floor above them. Liaena gave the broken floorboards an odd look, then glanced at Mei askance. \n\"….So is she a construct then?\"\n\n\"Probably not, constructs don't bleed\"\n\n\"Right.\" Liaena agreed after a moments consideration of this point, before returning her attention to Mei. \"….Right! Sit down! You are literally running on adrenaline, your arm is bust up and I'm unconvinced about concussion\" the girl was fearlessly pushing the huge Draenei at this point. This might normally have had zero effect, but Mei found herself floating under the effects of zero gravity once again. This allowed Liaena to propel her effortlessly across the floor to dump her onto an old chair that had been left as one of the rooms sole furnishings besides the shelves. \n\nTaking a closer look at Mei's arm that was currently bleeding profusely, Liaena wrinkled her nose as she dug into her bag to come out with a small vial and a roll of bandages. \"Get down here, would you!?\"\n\n\"Coming. Just dealing with cinders\" Kathlin's voice floated back through the hole. \"Li - is there any liquid in this house that's not flammable? I can only find alcohol\"\n\n\"Really? I'd have thought water would be the thing that's not touched\" Liaena sniffed, before returning her attention to Mei as she uncorked the vial with a distinctly ominous sounding 'plop'. \"…This might sting a bit\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Are you okay? Sorry about the gate-crashers, I was about to throw them out…\"\n\n\"Yes, they are a bit persistent... \" \n\nSharon muttered as he glanced across to see Malizia fly across the cellar for a moment; courtesy of Vashi's magic; right before being kick-hammered right into the ground - coincidentally at the very same spot Sharon had been standing only seconds ago!\n\n\"That... might have been an inconvenience at best. Good save, Li!\"\n\nThe High Elf thought to himself, before smiling up at Liaena.\n\n\"That said, I think we have neutralized the most of them. Though what with some of them hidden as Night Elves, it's really hard to say. Maybe we should get Rithrynn or some other Night Elf who knows the warband very well to help us out.\" \n\nSharon reasoned as he thought about the intruders posing as Night Elves, which was a trick once used by Liaena now being used against them. Although he had to commend the intruders on their creativity, he was not so sure he could say the same about the execution of their plan. \n\nAnd they had defeated the Death Knight surprisingly easily...\n\n\"Speaking of Rithrynn, do you know where she is? I thought she normally spearheads us during these combat situations.\" Sharon would suddenly comment as he sat atop of Liaena's shoulder as she tended to Mei, throwing the girl a quizzical look.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
The death knight was finally down, it took the berserker a few moments to realize it as she took a shaky step back and saw the night elf mage waving at her. She returned her a big sincere smile. She owned the night elf mage a huge debt. It was then that the human woman attracted her attention with the question. Well there was no way they met before… they may have passed on the street, but Stormwind is a huge city. There is no way to know everyone in it. When the other human woman interrupted and explained how Mei appeared, the berserker nodded." Yes… I'm not construct. Many years ago I was caught by warlocks… they did something to me back then and since that event I seem to be attracted to summoning portals… whoa…" Mei suddenly was stopped mid explaining as Liaena, pushed her easily onto a chair. Well the draenei had no strength anymore. Her numbed by the berserker pain and sensations began to return." No problem, I doubt it will be worse than infernal fires… I will do love some alcohol to drink while you deal with the wound though…" "Miss… night elf mage…" Mei called to Vashi, using her still working hand to call the mage closer." May I learn your name? I owe you a great debt of gratitude for summoning me here even if you didn't intend it." The draenei warrior said with a gentle smile." I would have hugged you, but my body refuses to move right now." She said to the mage. "No matter what, I will return this debt with my whole being. Let me stay by your side from now on!" The draenei pleaded to Vashi, her face sincere." I'm a good warrior, I will protect you well!" She added quite humbly actually for her skills were way beyond simply good.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "With his question left hanging dead, Sharon nodded.\n\n\"I guess nobody knows where that girl is then.\"\n\nWell, obviously with the exception of one; Naliyah, whom seemed to have some kind of mental GPS of Rithrynn, to know her every location. But Sharon had no clue as to where Naliyah was either.\n\n\"Not the most pressing matter, regardless!\"\n\nAs the conversation between Kathlin and Liaena dragged on, with Kathlin being positioned on the other side of the big Mei, making her rather hard to see; the tense atmosphere became easily noticeable, to the point at which Sharon wondered if Mei couldn't genuinely taste the salt between the two priestesses. \n\n\"Hrmmmmgh... \" A low groaning eminated from the other end of the cellar as the previously unconscious body of the Death Knight began to move, Malizia opening a weary eye as the bedraggled Draenei returned to life.\n\nNoticing the crowd that had gathered on the opposite room of the cellar, with everyone gathered around Mei, Malizia would receive a small grin on her face. Suddenly raising an arm towards them, she would create a wave of energy that crashed into all of them. \n\nWithin seconds, the first thing the group would hear would be the quiet muttering from Malizia, before a wall of force hit them from behind, knocking Mei, Vashi, Kathlin, Liaena and Sharon forward with considerable force and into a pile on the other end of the room!\n\n\"Not today!\" Malizia panted as she reached into a pouch hanging by her side, producing a scroll of some kind. Unfolding it and quickly muttering what sounded like an enchantment, the Death Knight would be consumed by a white light, before disappearing into thin air!\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nAppearing outside, 30ft above the mansion, Malizia would rematerialize.\n\nAt first, she was smiling.\n\nThen she was frowning, as she realized she was not standing on anything.\n\nThen, looking down, and realizing she was currently hovering above the mansion; gravity about to kick in; she would gasp, before letting out a cry as she began falling!\n\nLanding onto the tilted roof, she would crash into the snow, passing by a rather surprised Sentinel as she raced towards the edge!\n\n\"Shit! Shit-shit-shit-shit-sit!\" Malizia would exclaim as she flailed around and sliding down through the half frozen snow on the roof, grabbing about to try to get ahold of something; which just so happened to be the end of the cloak of the surprised sentinel; whom in turn was dragged off her post and with Malizia as she continued downwards!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "In one moment, Vashi was lost in her own blushing as she was staring back at Mei, unsure what to even say as her dark blue, purple skin gained a very visible pink hue.\n\nIn the next moment, Vashi then found herself lying on top of a fallen Mei, having just been knocked over by a sudden force wave of some kind!\n\n\"I... !\" Vashi merely gasped, looking down at Mei whom she was lying on top of with an astounded expression. But the cause of the expression would be less the sudden attack from behind, and more the position that she found herself in!\n\nOr on...\n\n\"I... did not intend that, sorry... but thanks for catching me!\" Vashi would eventually find a sufficient amount of words to produce a coherent sentence, looking down at the Draenei currently lying under her, whom in turn was probably lying on top one of the human girls that Vashi could no longer see. Now with a smile on her face, Vashi would raise a hand and reach down towards Mei's face, gently touching her cheek.\n\n\"You're quite cute.\" She eventually said, raising an eyebrow at Mei.\n\"Are you sure you were not sent to me as a gift from the goddess or some kind?\" \n\nVashi gently chuckled as she winked slyly at Mei, playfully tilting her head as she looked down at the Draenei.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Nahh… I had to at least risk this much, considering I went against a fully armed death knight." Mei replied as the bottle of alcohol was taken from her hands." If I had proper equipment, I wouldn't have taken this much damage, but hey… I live… still." She said with a slight smirk and shrug." I've gotten used to being all wounded up a long time ago so rough and painful treatment of said wounds isn't anything new to me." As the poultice was pressed really hard onto her wound, Mei's nerves once again exploded with pain as her eyes narrowed slightly, her mouth tightly shut and her other arm gripping the arm of the chair she was sitting on with such strength that the wood began making a sound of being crushed. "Don't worry about it, that was a long time ago and they got what they deserved." Mei replied at Kathlin's comment and let out a sigh of relieve as the healing magic started. She felt the warmth in her arm and watched with smile as the wound began to close up and finally vanished, leaving only a scar behind." Heh, light cannot protect me. I just always seem to end in harms way no matter what." Mei mused." If it's not portals, it will be so many other things. One way or another I get hurt a lot." "Huh… that is one way of looking at it." She replied to Liaena. This smaller girl certainly talked in an interesting way. "Well… we left two of the night elves back in the room where I appeared. Maybe one of those is the one you are looking for?" Mei said when the elf mage stated about the missing night elf." I may rage a lot, but I don't really lose my attention to the surroundings." "RYUUNAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Mei shouted as she heard the death knight's words, as she twisted her body to fall on her back to catch Vashi. Melizia was about to escape… or not… huh. She wasn't sure why, but she had the feeling the other draenei's plans wouldn't go that well. Well no need to chase right now and she wasn't really able to. Next time they meet, she isn't going to escape though, especially now that she knows Ryuuna is in Stormwind. "No need to thank me. I told you, didn't I? That I will protect you~" Mei replied with calm voice as the night elf touched her face. The night elf mage had made a complete turn from being shy and unable to talk to flirting." Who knows… Maybe… it isn't always that I get dragged to the portals…" She replied with a smile, looking into the eyes of the night elf. They were beautiful." Actually… will you help me get up now, miss mage? I have the feeling the human girl under us would appreciate it."
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"This day just keeps getting better and better... \"\n\nSharon thought as he was picked up by Liaena. Being forcefully pushed and knocked back into a stone wall was rarely a fun experience for anyone, regardless of their size. Though for whatever consolation it was, his sudden meeting with the wall had not been accompanied by an equally sudden meeting with the rear end of a large Night Elf flying in behind him or similar. \n\nAll things considered, it could have been worse.\n\n\"Is that right, Mister Dal'dieb?\"\n\n\"Yes, if she's using a normal scroll of teleportation, she should be within 30 feet of the mansion in any direction. But although the barrier may have stopped the teleportation short, it won't prevent her from simply running past it once she's out.\" Sharon would reply to Kathlin as he looked towards the apprentice, suddenly smiling as he nodded with his head.\n\"And good job on that description on the nature of spacial magic. I could almost have sworn it was something you had taken out of one of my own arcane thesis a couple of centuries back!\"\n\nCommendations aside, Sharon soon realized that they had a more pressing matter; that being the runaway Death Knight who was presumably getting closer and closer to escaping for every moment they wasted chatting.\n\n\"We should not delay, however. Either the front yard or the roof will be our best way of spotting her! Once we do, I got a couple of spells that could help us catch her.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Vashi was rather surprised at the sound of Liaena and Kathlin's noticeably not-pained voices, before realizing that she and Mei were in fact floating; fact that had initially completely passed her by due to being so caught up in Mei's eyes to really notice!\n\n\"Wait, you're saying the Death Knight is gone? ... \"\n\nIt took a while, but eventually Vashi would succeed in tearing her attention away from the Draenei to look around for the second Draenei; which at this time was nowhere to be seen, having seemingly vanished from her spot.\n\n\"It's almost like every cheesy story ever... when the heroes got the upper hand against the villain, he just uses some cheeky means to escape right out of their clutches!\"\n\n\"You – Vashi. Save the canoodling for later. Do you know where that Death Knight went!? She must have teleported, right? Can you trace that?\" \n\n\"Oh, easy!\" Vashi gleamed as she sat up on the hovering Mei, raising a hand whilst concentrating on something. A blue, shimmering mist briefly wreathed her fingers, before she suddenly looked up and pointed at the roof.\n\"Oh, she went that-a-way! Straight up, if we hurry, we'll... WHOAAAAHH!\"\n\nVashi was in the middle of explaining while also at the same time trying to get off Mei. But even though the Draenei was suspended in the air above the ground, she was by no means stabilized; a fact soon discovered by Vashi as she, and Mei, suddenly spun around mid-air as the mage had accidentally leaned too far to the right!\n\n*\n\nMeanwhile, up in one the high towers of the mansion that Captain Serphia had made her own, the door would open up as the Captain walked in with a big smile on her face.\n\n\"Ohh Syn'dial, I never realized before that you looked so beautiful... \" Serphia would speak, gazing down at something she was holding in her hand; which on further inspection would reveal itself to be the shrunken form of Rithrynn, the tiny sentinel trying desperately to wriggle herself out of the Captain's grip while throwing her a pleading look.\n\n\"Uh, mistress, clearly you are mistaken! You are not yourself, you'd normally never say,- !\"\n\nHowever, in her rapid talk, Rithrynn would be promptly silenced as Serphia laid a finger on her mouth!\n\n\"Sshhh... I may have been mistaken my entire life, but that does not make this realization any less true.\" Serphia said with a smirk as she placed Rithrynn down on one of the cupboards next to the bed, before the Captain next moved her hands to begin unbuckling and removing her sentinel uniform with an impressive degree of efficiency. Although perhaps there was not much to remove to begin with...\n\nRithrynn, whom had been about to say something in the beginning, was left dumbstruck and with her jaw hanging as the tiny elf simply gazed up at the massive, towering body of her Captain now looming in front of her, most of her view taken up by Serphia's large hips right in front of her!\n\n\"One moment, just you and me, it will be... \" Serphia was about to begin talking when suddenly she would be interrupted by a scream from outside!\n\nLooking to her left and out the window, Serphia's eyes would widen as she saw one of her Sentinels + Death Knight just slide down the side of the roof outside the tower in a duo of shrieks!\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"Should we investigate that?\" Rithrynn carefully suggested, looking up at her Captain with a hopeful look.\n\n\"Oh no, they got it under control.\" Serphia would quickly reason, before turning back to gaze down at Rithrynn with a particularly mischievous grin on her face!\n\"Now, where were we... \"\n\n*\n\n\"LET. GO. OFF. ME!\" The Sentinel would shout as she hung from the edge of the roof, with the heavy baggage of the big Malizia hanging from her legs below as the Sentinel squirmed around, trying to get the Draenei off!\n\n\"You fell first, tentacle face, so you should make the drop!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Yes, she teleported just as she hit us with some form of magic attack that led us to our current position." Mei explained as Liaena started to panic up a little, searching for Sharon." He should be fine… somewhere…around here I think." "She wouldn't be able to move very fast for a while at least." Mei said to the rest as they wanted to chase after Melizia." The damage she took will take some time to heal, not to mention I nearly shattered her skull with that stomp earlier. It would be frankly miracle if she can walk in straight line." Mei stated with a smile, as she found herself being the comfortable sitting place for the night elf mage on her. Vashi looked adorable. What she didn't expect was the fact they spun in midair as the centers of gravity changed, but they still were kept in midair. Mei quickly pulled Vashi into a hug to protect the night elf's head from meeting the stone floor. "Careful there…" She said, no being above Vashi." Can someone break this levitation already?" She asked with a frown." And while you are at it, it would be good if we teleport outside." "As for you…" She said, looking back at Vashi." Call me Mei… My name is Meirie Leran, but everyone calls me simply Mei cause it's easier." She said with a smile, now that she learned the night elf's name – Vashi." You know, you do have a very pretty name, miss Vashi…" "But yeah… I suppose we have to leave the personal stuff for later… someone break the levitation and let's go."
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Meirie Leran
Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"Oh, yes. Sorry\" Kathlin responded lightly, and waved a hand in their general direction. The spell abruptly ended, with Vashi and Mei falling a few inches to end up a heap on the floor together. Neither seemed to mind much. \n\n\"Right…fine, but I'd sooner not risk her teleports\" Liaena muttered as she studied the pair, before throwing the high elf on her shoulder a quick glance. \"Could you get us out there, Sharon?\"\n\n\"Of course…\"\n\nRaising a hand that was then wreathed in purple light, the High Elf snapped his fingers and a shimmering portal materialised in the air in front of them. Liaena was quick to jump through without a second thought, the high elf still riding on her shoulder.\n\n\"….\"\n\nTaking a look at the pair at her feet, Kathlin bent over to pick up the hopelessly tangled Draenei and Night Elf in one hand and forcibly push them at and through the portal. That being done she immediately jumped through herself, as the tear in the world abruptly vanished after her. \n\n*\n\n\"LET! GO! OF! ME!\"\n\n\"Subtle.\" Liaena observed as she stared up from the lawn now covered with slush and snow. The source of the racket could not have been more clear, with Malizia clinging onto a Night Elf clinging desperately onto the roof. It was also a clear display for any random person that saw fit to take an interest, either from any of the other large mansions on the street, or the street itself. Kathlin characteristically, looked concerned. \n\n\"They're going to wake up the neighbours\"\n\n\"My heart bleeds\"\n\nThat was the very moment that with a nasty ripping sound, the drainpipe the Night Elf was clinging onto came clean off the wall as both started to plummet towards the ground! The fall only lasted a moment however, as a moment later it was arrested for the pair to start gently floating down the height of the house as if falling through quicksand. \n\n\"Impressive escape that. She sure showed us\"\n\nLiaena shook her head before glancing down at Mei, giving her a slightly nasty smile as she gestured toward the other Draenei. \"Think you've got enough left to take her down? Or would you prefer us to do the honours?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Think you've got enough left to take her down? Or would you prefer us to do the honours?\"\n\nSharon offered the bizarre spectacle in front of them a slightly odd gaze as as he studied the squabbling Night Elf and Draenei(that being the sentinel and Malizia, not Mei and Vashi) as they gently floated down towards the ground.\n\n\"They'll probably touch the ground in a few seconds. I recommend a long-range solution.\" Sharon commented as he passed a look over at Mei and Vashi, who still stood close together behind them.\n\"Not to talk less of your impressive martial skills or anything, but Death Knights are the most dangerous up close. I think the apprentices can deal with this situation before it goes out of hand.\" \n\nThe High Elf explained, throwing Mei a small smile and a nod. However, as he was gazing towards the Draenei warrior, Sharon would also notice a mother and her young child walking past the gate of to the mansion property. The kid, apparently having seen the spectacle going on inside, would begin to jump up and down as he pointed at the Death Knight and Sentinel currently floating through the air from the roof!\n\n\"Mommy! Mommy! Look, those weird things are fighting in the sky!\" He would exclaim enthusiastically, trying to get his mother's attention.\n\nBut the latter did not seem to share the kid's opinion of the situation, as she quickly turned the boy around and began a hurried pace away from the outskirts of the mansion property.\n\n\"Don't look at that weird elf's house, Timmy! It is a foul den of sin and debauchery.\" She instructed her kid as she walked off!\n\nIn the meantime, Sharon tried to raise a hand towards the mother, calling out to her.\n\n\"Good day to you too, Ms, Marrowstalk!\" \n\nThe High Elf called out from where he stood on Liaena's shoulder, but was completely ignored by the mother as she walked away with her child, thwarting any attempts from the latter to turn around to get a second glance at the situation!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"NOOOOOOOOOOoooo.... wait, wut?\"\n\nFollowing a brief but intense scream after the drainpipe that she had recently been clinging to was torn off, plunging the Watcher and Malizia into a free fall from the top of the mansion's roof, the expression on the Sentinel's face would eventually change as the speed at which they were falling was drastically reduced.\n\nWhile at first she had been frightened, the sentinel's face would for a moment become the very manifestation and definition of a big WTF look, as if she could not even comprehend what in the twisting nether had just happened, but she would eventually realize that she was floating, not falling, towards the ground instead!\n\n\"Baleisha din(the fuck)!??\" The sentinel would utter in Darnassian, as she looked around confused.\n\nAt first, she saw the crowd that had gathered on the grounds below, consisting of a couple of humans, the mini-High Elf, as well as Vashi who was together with a mysterious Draenei.\n\nEventually, however, she would look down and see Malizia floating right below her. Within the blink of an eye, the Watcher's face would turn into that of a furious grimace, as she began to frantically try to hit and punch the Draenei floating below her.\n\nUnfortunately, she was just out of reach of Malizia, which meant that the watcher ended up flailing madly through the air, inches away from Malizia as she floated down, unable to reach the accursed Draenei!\n\n\"Malin o'Phiel annon drenu maline ashal'felendare porthil(I'm going to rip off your tentacles, and shove them where the sun don't shine)!!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Hhhhmmmmmmmm..." Mei made a very a sound as she was deep in her thoughts, watching the quite frankly incredible sight of a death knight hanging by a sentinel as both of htem struggled to not fall off the building." I certainly do have what it takes to beat her again that's for sure..., no way she recovered enough to stop me at this point, but I won't risk it. I'm not armed properly or armored while she is." The berserker said in a surprising clarity of thought for someone of her profession. "I do know how dangerous she is... I spend a lot of time fighting out in the north against the lich king and his minions... I've faced numberous of death knights, but usually I was properly armed back then and not to mention my armor is no joke either... Give me a pair of two handed swords and she is as good as minced meat armor or no armor..." Mei said with a nod at the elf mage's statement about using magic to deal with Melizia right now." Go for it, mister little mage... I don't really care as long as she is truly dead." Mei threw a vague curious look at the human woman and her child." Does this happen a lot?" She asked the elf mage with a raised eyebrow at the way he was treated." Not that I don't see the mother's point of view..." She added considering what must it look like to the outsiders with how the night elves usually act. Mei herself was used to it and even back when she still had her family, she thought them to respect each culture for what it was. Her older daughter was fascinated with the orcs's old culture... This was a painful reminder for her. A flood of children's laughs and smiling faces rushed into her mind. She missed them so much still... Each time she closed her eyes, she would dream of them. Children were a such a blessing... Mei gave a sigh full of reminded pain as her eyes took a dangerous glare to them as the sentinel and the draenei began falling. At the sentinel's useless struggles to reach Melizia and curses, Mei's eye twitched from agitation." Enough! Mister and Ladies mages please kill her now and let us be over with this..." Mei stated, her fist tightening as she felt the urge to punch the lights out of Melizia.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"You should probably stop that, you know. Violence breaks the cantrip\" Kathlin stated as they stared up at the struggling Night Elf and Draenei. Based on her volume and the fact that the pairs attempts to murder each other did not abate even for a moment, it was unlikely they had heard her. \n\n\"Not to talk less of your impressive martial skills or anything, but Death Knights are the most dangerous up close. I think the apprentices can deal with this situation before it goes out of hand.\"\n\n\"Well I am an expert in not getting out of hand, after all\" Liaena remarked dryly as she produced her dart gun out of a pocket. Checking the other pocket, she found a vial that – after a fleeting glance at the label – was pushed into the holster. Walking forward towards where Malizia was floating slowly down through the air, the girl unceremoniously took aim and fired. A small dart sunk into the neck of the un-helmeted Draenei…given her current fight with the Night Elf, it was probably not even noticed. \n\n\"….\"\n\n\"So what was that supposed to do?\" Kathlin asked, after a few seconds in which nothing appeared to happen. Liaena stared up at the duo, an annoyed look crinkling her forehead. \"Knock her out. Maybe I mislabelled it?\"\n\nFloating down through the air, Malizia shivered slightly as a strange sensation came over her for a moment. Blinking slightly, she shook her head to look back up at the Night Elf. The beautiful Night Elf, with that purpled flush of anger in her cheeks only adding to her charm. A perfectly oval face, a voluptuous body…that young fresh skin…\"\n\n-SMUCK-\n\n\"MRRRRGHHHH!\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nThe two apprentices merely stared up, momentarily speechless as the Draenei lunged forwards to catch the Night Elf and kiss her full on the lips. Judging by the Night Elfs reaction, this was not exactly well received – however the embrace Malizia had her in prevented her from reaching for weapons for the moment. \"…you definitely mislabelled it\"\n\n\"Hrm. Yeah.\" Liaena acceded to this. \"I wondered where that went\"\n\n\"Why do you have a love potion?\"\n\n\"RGGGH!\"\n\n\"Rithrynn needed a boyfriend. It was a work in progress\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Rithrynn needed a boyfriend. It was a work in progress\"\n\nWatching the rather steamy encounter between the suddenly very lovable Death Knight and a rather furious Night Elf Watcher who was only getting angrier and angrier, Sharon would take the time to raise an eyebrow at Liaena at that mention.\n\n\"A love potion in order to procure her a boyfriend? That does sound a little bit drastic.\" Sharon said, as he thought about the potion's potential uses. Indeed, Rithrynn may not have the most eloquent charm, so he might understand the need to give her some drastic \"assistance\". Although he almost felt a little bit sorry for whatever poor schmuck might become the eventual target of the final product. \n\nThe High Elf took a while to just stare at the bizarre situation in front of them, in the form of a Draenei and a Night Elf floating down through the air, involved in a very one-sided kissing match.\nMalizia's higher weight class apparently gave her quite the edge of the Night Elf, whom Sharon knew from experience to be quite seasoned warriors themselves.\n\n\"I don't think our Death Knight is going anywhere... \"\n\n\"YOU BI,- MRGGHHH!\"\n*Smuck*\n\n\" ... at least as long as that watcher does not.\"\n\nSharon commented with a very analytical look on his face as he studied the situation in front of them with great detail.\n\n\"Maybe another potion might be in order. Just do watch your aim.\" Sharon spoke after a pause, leaning over towards Liaena's ear as he watched the love-filled wrestling match of Malizia and the Sentinel in front of them, which did present a small risk that Liaena might accidentally hit the Night Elf. Then again, her potions usually did not have a harmful effect.\n\n... usually.\n\n\"Speaking of Rithrynn, have any of you seen her?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Casting some concerned places over at the occasional bypassers who were eyeing the situation with wide eyes, Vashi would place a hand on Mei's shoulder as she whispered to her.\n\n\"I don't think you should be so violent - especially not out and about in public like this.\" She whispered quietly to Mei, subtly motioning towards the street outside of the mansion garden. \n\nHowever, Adrianne would be no less surprised than anybody else when the sudden change of demeanor struck the Death Knight; as the fallen Draenei suddenly embraced the Sentinel with a great hug and kiss. Vashi's mouth would drop when she saw this, throwing a look of surprise between that of Malizia & the Sentinel, and Liaena.\n\n\"Luci, I did not know that you... \" Vashi was about to say as she looked at the loving & squabbling pair of Death Knight and Sentinel, though managed to hold back what she was about to say to look around at the rest of the party.\n\nRealizing that the situation was getting a lot more steamy in front of them, Vashi would eventually look over to Mei as she motioned towards the front entrance of the house as she grabbed her arm as she attempted to lead her towards it.\n\n\"It seems they got the situation under control, but we need to get you fixed! You took a terrible beating that last fight and I do not want to see you develop any terrible gangrene or experience any delayed curses!\" \n\nVashi was saying as she began leading Mei towards the front of the mansion, while throwing the rest of the group in the form of the priestesses & tiny High Elf a quick look.\n\n\"I think I saw her last in your study, High Elf... together with the Mistress. Was that the same potion as you just used?\"\n\nShe asked quizzically as she looked down at Liaena.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
Mei watched in utter confusion as the death knight was drugged by a love potion!? What in the twisted nether was going on here? She looked around, noticing how… casual it seemed for the rest of the group. "Is making people fall in love via potions common in your circles or something?" She asked, considering the fact it also happened back in the mansion with the two night elves. One of which who Mei supposed was the warband's leader. "Doesn't matter really…" Mei replied with a shrug." I said the truth if any of the people who pass by have a problem with it, they can complain as much as they want… When an enemy needs to die it's best to not dally it…" She stated, her eyes narrowing." Leaving enemies to live, will only cause you problems later on. That woman is dangerous and she had given in to the darkness willingly." "Huh…?" The draenei warrior made a questioning and confused sound as she was dragged away by the night elf mage to whom she swore loyalty. They already healed her wounds mostly back in the basement…" But my…" She wasn't given the chance to say it though. "Miss Vashi… My wounds have been taken care of already. I'm fine and if there are after effects, they will vanish in a few hours tops." Meirie said as she was pulled back towards the mansion by the night elf mage." There is no need to be that concerned about me!" Mei pleaded." My body heals fast due all the training I went through. Once I fix and patch up my clothes it will be like the fight didn't even happen…"
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "There was an awkward moment as the group eventually came to realize what had happened to Serphia, and presumably, to Rithrynn as well.\n\nSharon felt the palm of his hand instinctively try to move towards his face, but managed to resist the urge to face palm at the whole ordeal. Letting out a long sigh, he would eventually speak up, looking at Liaena.\n\n\"Substitute boyfriend with potentially hyper-obsessive, power-loving dominatrix girlfriend, and I believe you may have reached your mission goals.\" He would comment, offhandly considering teleporting back to his office. Though he was not sure if he would even find Rithrynn there anymore.\n\nStill, there was another matter that required his attention.\n\nLooking down at the Draenei Death Knight now lying in the slurry, half-melted snow in front of them, with an equally unconscious Night Elf watcher lying on top of her in turn; using the Death Knight as a big mattress; Sharon would nod.\n\n\"We definitely should interrogate her before anything else.\" Sharon concluded with a thoughtful expression on his face as he analysed Malizia.\n\"She is bound to have valuable information. Granted, interrogating a Death Knight is not something that I have ever done before. We also have some intruders masquerading as Night Elves in the mansion, whom we should probably deal with as well.\"\n\nStill, Sharon thought, in all of the chaos that had ensued, there was one thing that had worked out in their favor.\n\n\"Thankfully, I think Rithrynn will buy us valuable time by... distracting Serphia. Still, we probably should try to help the girl before she gets too deep into trouble.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"My body heals fast due all the training I went through. Once I fix and patch up my clothes it will be like the fight didn't even happen… \"\n\n\"Oh don´t be silly, miss! Physical exercise does not help your body heal faster. Only proper diet, sleep, divine and transmutation magic can hasten the body´s natural regenerative properties!\" Vashi was quick to interject, correcting the Draenei as she \"guided\" her towards the mansion door.\n\n\"I may be no official healer, but through my long studies, I´ve come to learn a bit about everything aswellasincludingthelonglostsecretsandcosmicpowerofthearcane, and additionally enough about physiology to tell you that that is just not... \"\n\n\"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh... \"\n\nHowever, as she was rambling away and had just extended her arm to reach out towards the ramshackled mansion door, a loud gasp of sheer delight from what Vashi recognised to be from no one else but Serphia suddenly emanated from one of the windows high above the roof!\n\n...\n\nFor a moment, Vashi would not speak at all. Instead, she would simply stare at the door with a raised eyebrow. The momentary confusion would not last long however, as she promptly opened the door and walked in.\n\n\" ... as I was saying, or rather, to summarise it all up, you need to be checked. You were hit by a Runeblade. Do you have any idea how dangerous those things are?\" Vashi said, but would throw Mei a sly wink as they entered into the main atrium. At this point, the full out melee brawl that had been going on earlier had simmered down...\n\n... somewhat.\n\nThat being, the number of fighting Night Elves had been reduced by a large amount. Most of them had either retreated to the side to try to recover or throw off their dizziness, and a lot of them were knocked down on the ground, lying sprawled about in various different poses. In the middle of the room, Lithrielle and Aleena could be seen in a fierce competition with some of the remaining sentinels.\n\n\"And don´t mind those two, it´s quite a normal celebration!\" Vashi would quickly explain to Mei in reference to Aleena and Lithrielle as she lead the Draenei along the outskirt of the fighting, just as a drunk sentinel wearing a hilariously ill-fitting, half torn ball gown was thrown right past them and into the wall on the opposite side - leaving behind a solid elf-mark in the wall.\n\n\"And I think they might be almost done!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"But I've been fine with my natural healing a lot so far…" Mei protested as she was pulled after the mage girl who showed surprising strength of arm for someone of her vocation… well she was a night elf so physical strength wasn't normally a surprise. So even mages of that exotic( really wild) race were very strong. That said while she was trying to protest a cry of pleasure by female voice rang through the area… Meirie by instinct looked up at the source of the noise… Someone was having fun up there… A flash of memory ran through her mind, remembering the night elf who gave her the sword earlier… this mage referred to her as captain… Well she was the one hit by the love potion earlier right? After the initial surprise on the side of the night elf mage, Mei was quickly pulled after her into the mansion again. This girl for some reason just didn't want to leave this alone and while Mei felt flattered, it should have been the other way around… She should be the one taking care of Vashi. "Yes… I've been struck by runeblades a few times in the past…" She replied, as a brief memory of distant battle in the frozen north flashed before her eyes, but she didn't get into details as the drunken night elf flew past them and into the wall. "Alright… miss Vashi, let it happen like you want it to." She finally gave in and agreed to let Vashi do whatever she wanted." Just lets move away before we get dragged into the brawl… I cannot protect you from stray punches without hurting anyone in the present…" She pleaded, moving to stand in between the mage and the place where the drunken brawl was taking place. She vaguely wondered now why the mage seemed just a tad bit distanced from the others… all other night elves she saw so far were either having a friendly drunken brawl, or were teaming up against the death knight. Vashi was ordered around without any consideration… Was this because of the magic she harbored? She knew the opinion of the night elves about arcane magic… so she concluded that was most likely the case. "There must be a more quiet area somewhere at the back of the mansion…" She said, looking down at one corridor leading towards the back where the back entrances were.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"Ohhh, that's a long story... \" Vashi replied, gently bobbing with her head as she walked, staff in hand.\n\n\"Or, now that I think of it, it's not actually a very long story. It's actually rather straight forward, mind you.\" She suddenly contemplated, scratching her chin with a thinking look on her face as she gazed out into the empty air above them.\n\n\"It's actually more like that the military tribunal finally realized, after almost ten thousand years, that maaaaaaayybeee magic could actually be a good thing when it came to guarding the balance of the world, which is the divinely appointed charge of the Keldorei given to them by the Moon Goddess Elune herself. Now, we do have Druids, some of whom are REALLLYYY powerful(and old, that's a thing about us that you'll learn), but they just don't quite pack the 'oompfh!' as does an order of trained battle mages. So, because the tribunal realized that we couldn't just sit on the defensive all the time if we wanted to restore order to the world, they managed; although they had a hard time getting their bigot heads out of their uptight butts; to accept the use of arcane magic in a limited form.\"\n\nDuring her little speech, Vashi had gotten a little riled up and spoke with great enthusiasm, but also a little bit of sarcasm. Finally finished, she let out a small sigh, before looking over at Mei with somewhat of a bemused smile.\n\n\"So that's that, it really makes you think that it wasn't until the very balance of the world was threatened that they finally allowed us to practice magic, and we're still on probation in all but name!\" Vashi couldn't help but frown a little bit at the end of her sentence, rolling her eyes to the side for a moment before looking back at Mei.\n\n\"Like I said, it's an elf thing that not many outsiders really understand. To put it into perspective, imagine that you accidentally set fire to the kitchen one day. Except that your parents were also near immortal and with an immaculate memory for grudges and bad things in general! And so thereafter, even on your 8346th birthday, they'll still remind you about that little incident, and not let you near the oven! That's pretty much how magic works in our culture.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Just like... whichever option you'd feel the most comfortable with.\"\n\n\"…Nngh. Maybe Serphia does have her uses\" Liaena mumbled finally as she stared at Malizia, pondering the dilemma in her head. \"Okay. Okay, use the cuffs. We have a house of Night Elves, and she's disarmed. We only have one counterspeller, and I'm not bringing her in here\"\n\nThe High Elf nodded, before crouching over to bend the Draenei's arms behind her and fit the cuffs on. Liaena watched silently, before clearing her throat slightly to voice what was weighing on her mind. \"Maybe Rithrynn's better off out of it for a while\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nSharon turned slightly, to give her a quizzical look. Liaena sagged slightly, to sit down quite heavily on one of the upturned crates in the room looking very tired all of a sudden. \n\n\"She was with Sherpa the night before last. Remember? And I don't think she was under any sort of spell, or drug. She seemed…lucid, when I spoke to her about it. Relatively speaking\"\n\nThe girl studied the floor as she spoke, with a carefully composed touch to her voice. \"I don't understand what he's done, or offered her, but she seems to be under the impression he is misunderstood, and cares for her. Which is a problem, because Rithrynn is a moron that is easily manipulated. While this brainless, careless, nonsense is going on….I don't think that we can trust her\"\n\nBy the end of her speech, the girl's composure was slightly rocked by the bite in her final words. Glaring a hole in the stone floor, Liaena became aware that Sharon was giving her a look of concern. \"You would rather leave her…?\"\n\n\"…No, no…I'll get her out of Serphia. Literally. I owe her that much, at least\" Liaena said flatly. \n\n\"I'll make sure she doesn't do any damage while this thing with Sherpa is ongoing. And after that…I suppose she'll be leaving with Serphia's lot anyway, which makes life easier.\"\n\nGlancing up, Liaena finally met Sharon's eyes to give him an only slightly forced smile. \"Anyway, not really the priority right now. Shall I wake up that Death Knight?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I must admit, I had not given much of a thought to the fact that Rithrynn would be leaving with her warband... \" Sharon commented after having finished attaching the cuffs to Malizia, a feat that had required him to roll the rather heavy Death Knight over.\n\"These last days... I guess in the chaos, I tend to forget certain things. Like the future. I'll admit, if... or rather, when this is over, I'm not quite sure what I'll do.\"\n\nStanding back up and doing his usual routine of brushing off whatever miniscule particles of dust he could find off his cloak, he turned to Liaena.\n\n\"I guess we'll be back to the daily grind.\"\n\nIt was strange to think of how fast the days of late had passed. All the chaos had been enough to catch him in the moment of things. Not really giving much time to think of anything else.\n\n\"Shall I wake up that Death Knight?\" \n\nSharon nodded at the suggestion, turning to look down towards the Death Knight lying on the ground.\n\n\"I think she manages to do so just fine herself.\" Sharon commented as he noted how the Draenei opened one of her light blue eyes to gaze blearily about in the room, slowly starting to roll over on her back while muttering some sentence that was entirely incohorenet to any witness.\n\n\"Bladeh deis, mreeefh... \" Malizia simply uttered, still trying to regain her senses as she shook her head about, causing some of her pale, white hair to fall in front of her dark, blue face. However, it would not take long for her to notice the other figure in the room, that of Sharon, and shortly afterwards; that of Liaena too!\n\nA brief moment of confusion seemed to pass over Malizia's face, until her Draenei bright blue crystaline eyes turned into that of a glare.\n\n\"Whatever foolish errand it is that you are on, I can promise you, it is only bound to fail!\" The Death Knight said with an angry snarl, her eyes shifting between that of Liaena and Sharon, and landing on the latter.\n\"All I see in this room is one dead man and his useless companion!\"\n\nSharon rolled his eyes at the Death Knight's opening, throwing a glance over at Liaena before looking back at her.\n\n\"If she is useless, I'm not sure what that says about you, miss... \" The High Elf added with a slight smirk, before glancing over at Liaena.\n\"Anything you wish to add to this, Liaena?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"I don't mind long stories... we've got the time anyway." Mei said with a hint of a smile. True enough they had all the time in the world... with their lifespans. She then shook her head at the persecution of mages among night elves." Magic... by it's very nature is neither good nor evil... it just exists and it's effects upon the world are dictated by those who wield it... for better or worse." She finally said with a smile. She liked this night elf mage. She was nice and there was a strange hint of innocence in the way she spoke. "I know and I understand. Don't worry, we aren't that far apart after all..." The draenei woman said, placing a hand on her hip." Arcane magic was very limited in practice and under very strict supervision back when we were still living in secret on Draenor before the orcs turned on us due the demon's cursed lies." She said and sighed, before her eyes filled with painful memories. She lost so many close friends and family members back then. Withing thinking, she reached over and hugged the night elf in front of her, holding her very tightly." Let me just stay like this for a moment..." She said, enjoying the presence of another so close. It was so long since she felt the desire to have someone close to her. Having Vashi in her arms like this was calming... probably because she was alone for so long. "Don't think about the stuffy fools in your nation... if they don't appreciate you... I will..." She said with a emotional voice." Do you think they will make a problem if I want to stick with you from now on? Maybe some disapproval from your warleader?"
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"You don't look very dead to me, Sharon\" Liaena observed lightly in response, before turning to look at Malizia. \"Are you sure you want to bother with this? I'm not convinced she knows anything\"\n\nThe death knight had managed to rear herself up to sit against the wall, and let out a snort at Liaena's words. \"Is this the part when you goad me into telling you everything?\"\n\n\"Noo…it's just really, really obvious. You've got 'scapegoat' written all over you\" Liaena sighed. Leaning backwards slightly, she perched on top of one of the crates as she started to tick off points on her fingers.\n \n\"So you come here as a bold-as-brass Death Knight, with a bunch of losers. After our people already wiped the floor with you on your own turf. And you get to be tied up for it. I hope that wasn't your idea?\"\n\nGlare\n\n\"So the city watch already know that they've got cultists and Death-Knights in the city. And lo, here we have a brazen attack on an influential citizen, led by a crazy assassin with aforementioned losers. So they question the assassin, who doesn't know anything except maybe she got paid to do it. So they hang her if she's alive, and purge the demon if she's not because undead don't get due process.\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"And whoever provided said assassin gets to walk away, with the city watch nice and distracted for whatever else he's planning. Does this sound plausible to you?\" Liaena took a moment to gauge Malizia's mood, eying the Draenei closely. \"Because from where I'm standing, it seems pretty damn plausible\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Because from where I'm standing, it seems pretty damn plausible\"\n\n\"Ohhh, don't be sooo shy, lil-Ridy-bidy. I know a place we can have all for ourselves!\"\n\nBefore the Draenei could even answer, the muffled but still very sultry voice of a particularly familiar Night Elf could be heard coming from outside the heavy storage door to the room. They were accompanied by some soft footsteps, as well as what sounded like the sounds of struggle from second Night Elf.\n\n\"Ngh-no, I don't know what you mean, I'm not any Ridy-bidy!\"\n\n\"Awww, you're so cute when you're shy!\"\n\nA heavy kick to the dungeon door would knock it open as it flew to the side and slammed into the stone wall with a heavy crash! Outside, through a small cloud of dust that had been raised, would be the familiar outline of a pink haired Night Elf. Walking backwards into the dungeon, would be a pink haired Night Elf wearing nothing more than an undersized red velvet vest that struggled to not tear from Naliyah's cleavage, and a simple leather belt with a pouch at the side sitting over her big, bubbly butt on display for all. The other Night Elf with her carried a striking resemblance to Rithrynn however, the same face and deep blue hair, the only difference being a lack of the usual war paint and a slightly less revealing uniform than standard. \n\nThe chevalier-Rithrynn would be the first one to notice the other occupants in the room, her facial expression going from concerned whilst fighting against Naliyah's iron grip around her to surprised when she saw the rest; and particularly Malizia.\n\nNaliyah on the other hand would continue to giggle, until she noticed that \"Rithrynn\" was no longer looking at her, at which point she turned around and noticed the other occupants in the room, where she let out a wordless 'ohhh...'.\"\n\n\" ... oh, oopsie! I hope me and Rithy here did not disturb you guys?\" Naliyah smiled as she hugged harder around Chevalier-Rithrynn, the latter gaining a visible darker purple look on her face as she struggled to breathe!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "As Sharon was observing the interaction between the girl and the Draenei, it was almost as if he could feel the air between them become static as Malizia glared back up at Liaena with utter fury.\n\nThe sheer intensity of the situation only amplified the surprise that would soon come in the form of Naliyah suddenly barging through the door to the room, succeeding in literally gaining the attention of everyone. Sharon turned around to gaze with wide eyes as the scantily clad, pink haired Naliyah traipsed into the room, and dragging with her a... Rithrynn?\n\n\"What in the light is going on?\"\n\nAlthough there was a moment of confusion flashing over the High Elf's face, he quickly put two and two together. From all he knew, Rithrynn was supposed to be in Serphia's butt at the moment, a place no one could ever realistically hope to escape from on their own, yet here \"she\" was, a perfect physical reflection! Yet the obvious lack of any facial war painting, coupled with a far too conservative and prudish Sentinel uniform, was enough to convince the High Elf that something was amiss!\n\nWithout a warning, the High Elf would snatch the dart-gun from Liaena, aim it at \"Rithrynn\", and fire off a dart!\n\nAn awkward second or two would then pass as the dart simply stood in chevalier-Rithrynn's left arm, before the Night Elf suddenly began to shrink, being turned tiny as she fell between an equally surprised Naliyah's arms to slump down onto the floor at her feet!\n\n\"Sorry... about that.\" Sharon said, handing back the dart gun to Liaena, though it was uncertain whether his apology was directed at Naliyah, \"Rithrynn\", or Liaena, as he was staring inbetween them. Throwing a thoughtful expression towards Naliyah, and then down at the shocked, tiny chevalier-Rithrynn standing on the floor, looking up at the massive giants towering above her on every side, the High Elf would then lean in towards Liaena.\n\n\"I don't think that's the real Rithrynn.\" Sharon would whisper into Liaena's ear, peering down at the tiny elf in front of them at Naliyah's feet.\n\nThe chevalier-Rithrynn was still stunned by the whole experience as she frantically looked about, at Naliyah standing above her, and Liaena and Sharon standing in front of her.\n\n\"What's going on?! Light, what did you... do... ?!\" Chevalier-Rithrynn called out, looking extremely stressed by the whole situation. But as she gazed between the legs of Liaena and Sharon, Chevalier-Rithrynn would raise an eye as she noticed Malizia, the Draenei having noticed the distraction as the Death Knight rose to her feet. With Sharon and Liaena's backs turned towards her, her underling and the pink haired elf having succeeded in creating a distraction, the Death Knight would seize upon it as she started to run towards Liaena. Although her hands were tied to her back, her legs were still free, and Malizia would jump up into the air, shooting one leg in front of the other as she came in with a flying kick towards Liaena specifically, letting out a \"hiyaaaahh\" as she was about to unleash righteous vengeance on her distracted prey!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
It took Meirie a little while to get a hold of herself after hugging the night elf mage. It's been a good while since the last time her mind wasn't in a alcohol induced haze so all emotions and original personality underneath her mask was starting to show. She was a wreck through and through and without the the alcohol, she rarely escaped her sad state, unable to forget her past. Sometimes she wondered if she should just return to Outland and fight demons there until she dies, kept together by an overpowering berserker rage. "I'm sorry... you just reminded me of someone for a moment..." Mai finally said as she pulled away, a small smile on her face." Thank you..." She added with a gently smile, not typical for someone of her... vocation. "Well... I've been in Darnassus before..." She finally said." I see... I'm sure they will allow me to join you then... I can provide my share of strength and skill... they will surely not lose by letting me join." Mei said with a smile." And as a nice bonus... they won't need to pay me anything really." Mei also reached a hand and placed it at Vashi's one on her face." You know... miss Vashi, I cannot explain it, but your presence calms me... I haven't felt like this for a long time." She said in the end as she suddenly felt tired. She had not slept properly for days... add the drunkness till now, the strain from the fight earlier and you get a very tired warrior... be her a draenei even." So where to now...?" She asked, her eyes gradually starting to betray the sudden wave of fatigue that has been building up within her body for days, as the adrenaline was wearing off.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "Naliyah, being left behind in the room alongside Liaena, Malizia and Sharon both having chased off, gazed around the room with a \"I did not mean to do that.\" look on her face as her eyes landed on Liaena, who was lying on the ground.\n\n\"Are you... okay?\" Naliyah asked as she walked over to Liaena, kneeling down next to her to begin to help the girl.\n\"I did not think the Draenei girl would be that angry... or, wait.\"\n\nGaining a slightly puzzled look on her face, Naliyah would suddenly cast her head from side to side as she quickly scanned the room, before her face finally returned to look at Liaena with an alarmed look!\n\n\"Where is Rithy?! Did the Draenei take her?!\" Naliyah exclaimed as she looked around, still unable to see any trace of the tiny Chevalier-Rithrynn anywhere around! Her silvery eyes suddenly gaining a slight red hue, Naliyah's worried face would soon turn into one of boiling anger as the pink haired Night Elf suddenly rose to her feet!\n\"That bitch! She's going to regret trying to steal my Rithy!\"\n\nNaliyah called out, before completely forgetting about Liaena as she charged out the same door as Malizia and Sharon had used just earlier, disappearing like a purple torpedo out into the corridor and up the stairs as she went on a frantic hunt for the supposed kidnapper!\n\nIn the meantime, back in the atrium, the out of one of the side doors leading to the living room would be a couple of Night Elves, one dressed in a simple cloak and some binds, and the other; little more than a big metal belt reading T.J. Sitting on the right shoulder of the latter one would be Sentinel Luci from earlier, recent ring-champion, and still shrunk from her last fight.\n\n\"You sure showed her, Luci!\"\n\"Yeah, she did not stand a chance, she... uhh, are we interrupting?\"\n\nThe two sentinels were busy congratulating Luci when they looked around and noticed the rather intimate stand off between Kathlin and Silje and the approaching Malizia. The two Night Elves were initially just dumbstruck by the situation, but Luci, recognizing the Draenei who had only earlier attempted to mate with her, would soon see red as her eyes narrowed down on the Draenei!\n\n\"That Draenei is not supposed to be her! She's an intruder!\" Luci would suddenly call out to her slightly confused sisters whilst pointing at Malizia.\n\"Kick her ass!\"\n\nWithout hesitation, the two Night Elves would quickly listen to their champion as they both charged forward with a fervent battle cry as they headed towards Malizia!\nIn the meantime, in the back of the room, Naliyah would come scurrying past Sharon in great speed, charging into the atrium as she spotted Malizia's back as the Draenei was approaching the two human girls.\n\n\"You BITCH! Give me back my Rithy!\" Naliyah would exclaim, as she too charged on into the room with a furious cry, the Draenei now caught directly in the collision path of three angry(and one tiny) elves!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Malizia paid little attention to anyone else as she raced out of the room as fast as she could, having just delivered a very satisfying kick to the annoying human girl back in the room.\n\nYet there was little time to gloat as she had to prioritize getting out of the house first, a goal that consumed so much of her attention that she barely even registered the slight pinch in the back of her neck that had occurred as she had run out of the dungeon! Fortunately, there was little security within the actual mansion, most of the elven \"guards\" she encountered being mostly drunk, half naked or passed out, or all of the three.\n\nFinally reaching the atrium however, Malizia would spoot two smaller figures, those of Kathlin and Silje. In the first split second, her mind told her to ignore them and move on, but there was something strangely attractive about just those two girls...\nMalizia found her eyes going back to Silje and the other girl with her. And by the light and the shadow, had she ever noticed the wonderful bod on Silje? Or the pristine face of the stranger?\n\nHaving been caught completely up in the moment, pausing her frantic escape from the mansion, Malizia would stumble over to Kathlin and Silje, her mouth wide open as she looked down at them, her hands still tied to her back.\n\n\"Do please stay back? I don't want to hurt you\"\n\n\"Silje... I never told you this but... you are beautiful!\" Malizia uttered, still slightly out of breath before she tilted her head slightly to look down at Kathlin.\n\"And you, stranger, your voice is as perfect as that of an untouched waterfall. Where has one so pristine such as you been my entire life?!\"\n\nMalizia's lips would form into a tired smile, until she suddenly heard another couple of voices to the side, though one voice in particular stood out among the rest.\n\nThe first two elves she saw as she turned around were not of note, despite their bigness or crazy clothing(or lack thereof). But what truly grabbed the Draenei's attention was the tiny elf pointing at her from one of the sentinels's shoulders. It was the love or her life, the beauty she had just so briefly encountered before being captured!\n\n\"I'm in heaven... \"\n\nMalizia thought to herself, now surrounded by the three most beautiful women she had ever seen!\n\nHowever, her moment of pure beauty would soon be interrupted as she realized that the two Night Elves with Luci were not at all there to join in any joyful festivities, but rather came at her with fists raised and ready to pounce! Malizia let out a groan as the first purple fist hit her square in the jaw, knocking her sideways! But the Draenei managed to quickly regain her balance, and she suddenly crouched down low, and then charged ahead straight into the belly of the first with her horns! The Night Elf let out a surprised gasp as she was promptly thrown up into the air, soaring not-so-very-majestically over the group as Malizia turned on the second elf! \n\nWeathering the incoming blow from the elf carrying Luci, Malizia would perform a powerful leg sweep, causing the big, angry elf to completely slip and sending her into a barrel roll, as the tiny Luci was thrown to the ground behind her!\n\nBut not before had she defeated the two Night Elves than had a third suddenly charged her from behind, as Naliyah jumped onto her back with all of her fury!\n\n\"Stop!\" Sharon called out from behind the group, standing at one of the side entrances to the atrium and pointing at the brawl with his staff, but unwilling to fire out of fear of friendly fire. There was also the fact that there were currently three Night Elves versus one Draenei, would were not that bad odds usually. But perhaps more than anything, the High Elf was simply dumbstruck by the sheer strangeness of the situation.\n\nHaving failed to wriggle herself free from Naliyah's grasp, the elf displaying a remarkable level of strength, Malizia would instead throw her feet off the ground as the Draenei jumped backwards, attempting to do a crash landing to throw the persistent, pink haired elf off!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"I… have nothing left of it…" Mei replied, placing a hand over Vashi's." It has been shattered to pieces so long ago." The draenei replied with a deep sigh, eyes full of sorrow. " Frankly I'm just running from reality really… I immersed myself in fighting… in rage… in alcohol to dumb my own self to a point where I can't feel anything and it still haunts me… the endless road of glory…" She said, closing her eyes and looking at the night elf again, her gaze relaxed a little." You'd probably don't want to listen to my self pity and rants… I will shut up now." "Alright, let's head up somewhere then!" Meirie stated with a small smile, before stretching her arms and scooping the night elven mage from the ground and into her arms." Just moment." The draenei warrior said before she dashed through the basement's corridors to the stairs from where they entered. She was used to wear the heavy full plate armor with matching dual great swords. Carrying a person, be it even a night elf was easy for her. With a dash, she even took up the stairs before hearing a commotion once they were on the ground floor again. There was some chaos going on somewhere near them. Mei made a confused expression for a moment, giving Vashi who was in her arms a questioning look. "Maybe we should go check what's going on first?" She asked the mage in her arms." I have the feeling this involves the death knight again. That's why I said to kill her…" She stated, taking a deep breath." … yeah I should tear her head off her body. Her sins are too great to ignore…" The berserker muttered, eyes narrowing as her emotions were starting to surge up again.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"I have the feeling this involves the death knight again. That's why I said to kill her… \"\n\nVashi would giggle softly at the statement from the Draenei, who at that point already looked quite antsy. Raising one finger, she would gently place it on top of Mei's lips as she looked her in the eyes with a smile.\n\n\"You mean the Death Knight you beat so badly who'll probably spend the remainder of the week in bed? I don't think she's going anywhere, hihi.\" Vashi laughed softly.\n\"These are probably just the kind of antics that are so usual for my sisters. They get really rowdy during parties, being all oh-so-badass-warriors, a point they apparently have to prove to everyone they meet, including themselves.\"\n\nVashi snickered softly at the last comment, remembering the chaos that usually accompanied any party thrown by her warband. There was always something she found amusing by her sisters throwing themselves at each other, like a constant feud that never seemed to end, partly thanks to big egos and copious amounts of alcohol combined!\n\nRaising her head slightly, Vashi would suddenly give Mei a kiss on the cheek and hug closer around the Draenei.\n\n\"Let's go upstairs and leave my sisters to their little contests, they are probably just comparing boob sizes or something and one of them is a sore loser. Leaving them alone is probably best. They are after all big, capable warriors of the goddess.\" She winked at Vashi.\n\n\" ... I mean, what could possibly ever go wrong?\"\n\n*\n\n\"Ofhhhh! Oaaaaah!\" The first bright green haired elf, Lelili, who was wearing the cloak and the minimalistic binds, let out a painful groan as all the air was pushed out of her lungs as she was just rammed by the Draenei, and catapulted across the room, flying not-so-very gracefully over Kathlin and Silje before crashing into a wall painting on the other side with a loud crash!\n\nThe second pale haired elf, Valia, wearing nothing other than the show-off belt, found herself in the meantime in the middle of doing a barrel roll as her legs had been swiped out from under her, before she would promptly crash down into the ground on her back with a heavy thud, the tiny elf Luci letting out a quick yelp as she jumped to the side just in time to avoid ending up under her friend!\n\n\"Owwwhh!\"\n\n\"Girls, this is embarrassing! Are you even Sentinels? It's just one Draenei!\" Luci called out, scolding the poor combat performance of her sisters.\n\"Get off your fat butts and... \"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\" ... butts.\" \n\nLuci, having turned around to point up at the Draenei in front of her, was completely stunned by what she saw when she looked up. For above her, casting a shadow down at her, Luci could see the huge, purple and jiggly butt of Naliyah, and coming right behind it, the even more massive butt of Malizia that even somehow dwarfed that of her large mistress's, Serphia! The massive Draenei had just thrown herself backwards in a free fall, with Luci right in the path. The tiny sentinel simply stared up in disbelief, before the inevitable finally happened, as Malizia's slammed down onto the ground with her huge butt, the tiny Sentinel disappearing from sight as she was promptly shoved right up the Draenei's wide rear as it hit the ground with a heavy boom!\n\n*BOOM*\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"I'm not done with you, you thief!\" Naliyah's voice sounded as she pink haired elf had gotten off her bum and leapt back onto the back Draenei now sitting down, trying to wrestle the large Draenei around as she wrapped her legs around her torso!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"How is the interrogation going, Mister Dal'dieb?\"\n\n*Sigh*\n\nSharon let out an audible sigh at the question, initially not even wanting to answer Kathlin, before eventually motioning towards the chaotic fight in the middle.\n\n\"Not yet decided... but I think we'll win.\" The High Elf said, rolling his eyes as Sentinel Valia and Lelili were thrown around like ragdolls. Looking back at Kathlin, he would put on a reassuring tone.\n\" ... we still have two elves left!\"\n\nFor one moment, Malizia had been feeling the thrill of battle filling up inside of her, but that focus would suddenly be changed as she slammed down onto the ground, and she felt the beautiful sentinel, Luci, just shoved up her butt, a wondrous sensation that was amplified a thousand times by the strange attraction she felt towards the precious little elf!\n\nRather than getting up and continuing the fight, the Draenei just sat there on the floor, her face turning into one of joy as she just enjoyed the sensation.\n\nPlacing one hand on the fallen Valia, leaning on her for both support and to prevent her from getting up, and completely ignoring Naliyah as she was riding her back, Malizia began instead to just wriggle her butt happily around on the ground, giving Luci all the assistance she could ever need in going further up. The sensation from Luci had completely defeated Malizia's lust for battle, as the Draenei leaned her head back in just pure pleasure instead.\n\nIn that moment, the Death Knight gave little indication of wanting to flee or even try move from the spot, simply enjoying every second of it.\n\nSharon, after an initial awkward pause, would slowly turn towards Kathlin, eventually throwing the girl a slight smirk as he motioned towards the Draenei who at that point seemed very... pacified.\n\n\"See? I knew our Night Elven friends could handle it.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"That's the one..." Mei replied with a sigh, feeling the finger on her lips. It felt strangely alright for her to be in this situation. She spend so many years secluding herself away from people, behind the walls around her heart to keep from pain, and this night elf seemed to cause cracks through those walls with such an ease." Deathknights are dangerously enduring... never underestimate one until he/she's been utterly destroyed. "Well... we warriors tend to get overly prideful about our skills and strength..." Mei nodded in agreement and started to carry the mage in the opposite direction of the source of the chaotic sounds of 'battle'." I barely remember what happened the last time I was present a warband party. It was sometime after we took down Arthas... I remember the party starting... and the next thing I remember is a week later, I'm halfnaked on a beach... halfway across Northrend... I think one of my companions from back then teleported me for laughs..." The draenei then tripped when the night elf mage actually kissed her on the cheek. It came as a little bit of a surprise, but considering they had already kissed proper it wasn't much of a change." Alright... Hold on tight then." Meirie stated as she made another full dash up the stairs towards the upper floor. They might as well get fully out the way of the chaotic night elves. Melizia would be a problem if she escaped, but Mei now knew the death knight was around so she could track her down if she had to. "Okey... I'm pretty sure the area over there is occupied..." She said, nodding to the direction of the study where they were earlier along with the captain and Rithrynn." Still this mansion isn't mine... it should be that high elf's, so I'm feelign somewhat uncomfortable just making myself at home around his home like we are best buddies... I wonder if there is a place somewhere around where we can get some rest without being disturbed and preferably not blow/kicked/punched/thrown/charged in the meantime..." Meirie said, looking around, wondering." Can't you just trace the place you pulled me from and teleport us to my tavern room?"
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
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Looking around at the many different corridors of the upper mansion, Vashi pondered the question for a moment.\n\n\"I think most of the rooms up here should be available... \" Vashi eventually concluded, chewing her lips for a moment.\n\"We might run into the tigers, but they're actually really nice. Alternatively, I only foresee a rare case of patrolling watchers up here, with the occasional romantic pair having snuck up here before us!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Liaena, dear... really? Sending your friend out to go talk to the 8ft tall killer?\" \n\nSharon commented as he saw Kathlin walk ever so gingerly towards the Draenei in the middle of the room, casting a slightly amused smile over at Liaena.\n\n\"Not that I disagree with the excellent oppertunity that this has... \"\n\n\" ... I thought Death Knights were supposed to like... hate everyone? How did you do that?\"\n\nThe High Elf suddenly paused at the sound of Naliyah's voice, turning to glance over at his side and up at the tall, purple haired Night Elf currently standing next to them, whose breasts could barely even be contained by her woefully undersized vest. Sharon, in an attempt to retain his usual professional posture, allowed the first question to pass over to the Mastermind behind the current situation, Liaena.\n\nInstead, he choose to focus on the situation between Kathlin and Malizia, preparing a spell in case the latter would decide that she was no longer interested in a romantic relationship. And so when Naliyah asked her next question, Sharon simply answered on auto-pilot.\n\n\"But more importantly, have any of you guys seen Rithy?! She must be so lonely being without me!\"\n\n\"Didn't Captain Serphia take her with her? I believe they were having some fun.\" The High Elf said, offering Naliyah a quick glance before looking back at Malizia. It did not take long however for him to realize what he had just said, and to who he had said it, as Sharon, suddenly losing interest in the Kathlin + Malizia \"conversation\", turned to look first up at a wide eyed Naliyah, and then over at Liaena, making a facial gesture, first of \"I did not mean to say that\"; and secondly; \"Should we initiate damage control?\".\n\nIn the center of the room however, while Sharon's attention had been turned towards Liaena and Naliyah, Malizia was constantly watching Kathlin as she came closer and closer, her dark blue face filled with a mix of both passion and amazement.\n\n\"Ohhh, you know... secret stuff, hihi.. \" Malizia giggled, raising a hand towards Kathlin.\n\"Don't be soooo shy! Come closer!\"\n\nMalizia winked slyly towards Kathlin, shuffling around on her butt slightly as she showed her tied on her back to Kathlin.\n\n\"You know, if you open these locks, I will buy you a dinner, I will tell you all the se.... gshh, mmmmmhhmmm!\" Malizia suddenly let out a deep moan as the tiny Sentinel, Luci, just went wild up in side of her rear; the Death Knight leaning back with her head and with a simply euphoric look on her face. \n\n\"You can call me... mffgmmmmm... Malizia... \"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Didn't Captain Serphia take her with her? I believe they were having some fun.\"\n\n…..Sharoooon, why!?\n\nLiaena rolled her eyes heavenward in response to Sharon's apologetic look, before turning to Naliyah with a casual shrug of the shoulders. \"Well Serphia does keep her close, being her lieutenant and all. I haven't seen her recently though\"\n\n\"Hi Malizia\" \n\nKathlin said as she studied the Death Knight warily. It was quite evident that if Malia decided to lunge forward, she would very ably swamp the much smaller woman. \"I can't do that, I'm afraid. I don't have the key\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"And I'm not sure we're on the same page about what sort of 'secrets' you'd tell me\"\n\nMalizia leered back at her, making a motion that probably would have involved tapping her nose secretively if her hands were not chained behind her back. \"Oh….dearest, I am immortal. You learn all sorts of tricks\"\n\n\"Yes, I thought that might be what you meant\"\n\nKathlin peered over at the little group of Liaena, Sharon and Silje, all staying well back and now accompanied by a Naliyah. Receiving no help from them, the girl let out a small sigh before returning her attention to Malizia. \"I was…actually more interested about what was going on this evening. You know, with the whole trying to kill my friends boyfriend thing. Why did you do that?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"I get it... I get it... random teleportations like that are dangerous." Mei said and took a deep breath, looking at the night elf in her arms." Not like I can get you away from here just like that away. You are part of a warband... so in cases like this it's obligatory to inform your captain first." The draenei warrior said and threw a slightly amused look at Vashi. "I've always liked the sabers your people use." Mei said with a soft smile, carrying the mage while walking down the corridor." They are so big, adorable, soft and furry..." That said, Mei's mind wandered for a while before she actually realized the mage's next words... 'occasional romantic pair '. Now that she thought about it, she had no idea how it came down to this so fast. She felt bonded to this mage... maybe because Vashi tickled both her maternal instincts, making her want to protect the night elf, and because Vashi actually had the looks and personality Meirie fancied. Perhaps it was the fact she felt more complete with the night elf around, after so many years of being a wreck. "Vashi...ahmm I can call you that right?" Mei asked the night elf suddenly. Till now she referred to her with miss, but it didn't sound right for what she planned to ask her." I need to know if you are fine with this... with me..." The draenei said and looked at the mage." I will protect you from anything from now on, I gave that oath and I like you, but if you have any doubts about it..." She said, running a hand through the night elf's hair. The warrior wasn't able to find any more words in this moment to say. Everything had moved so fast that it all seemed like a dream caused by too much alcohol... On even a few hours earlier and she was drunkenly going to her room and now she was in this mansion, she managed to beat Ryuuna and now had this lovely creature in her arms. Now she realized that she really did have to take out Vashi later... pass by the bank... There were things in need to be done if she wanted to protect the mage from now on. She waited on the mage's reply first though. She needed to know if she could allow these feelings she had to grow.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"That evil high elf sorcerer, he's still at large after all!\" \n\nNaliyah's eyes widened even further the mention, suddenly shifting between Liaena and Sharon, landing to focus on the latter for a moment, before giving Liaena an inquisitive look. \n\n\"Isn't... he your boyfriend?\" She first asked with a great deal of confusion in her voice, as Naliyah's already overprocessed brain was struggling to make sense of what Liaena was saying. Why would she call her boyfriend evil? Had they just had some nasty breakup that she had not yet heard of? Was this actually some ploy of Liaena trying to get her to deal with Sharon?\n\n\"The house should be safe! We dealt with all the other intruders!\" Naliyah then quickly added, staring at Liaena.\n\"Sentinel Aleena, together with Lithrielle and the rest of the sisters are sorting out the rest of the captives as we speak, so there's no way they could threaten Rithy!\n\nNaliyah explained as she motioned with her head towards the door leading to the living room, out from which could be heard sounds of hysterical laughter, terrified screams and delighted moaning from the rest of the warband within.\n\n\" ... and why are you accusing your boyfriend again?!\"\n\nMeanwhile, behind Kathlin, Lelili, supported by a ragged looking Valia, were staggering towards the group, both of them looking utterly defeated and ragged! Lelili's dress was in tatters, and Valia's belt was only halfway sitting on.\n\n\"How... did you do that?! Sounded Lelili's rather ragged question as she pointed out at the surprisingly happy Draenei, as Valia let go off her.\n\n\"I don't know! But we need more girls before round two... \" Valia replied in return, crouching down to look around the room.\n\"And where did Luci go? I thought she was with us!\"\n\n...\n\n\"Nali, stop playing with those!\" Lelili then turned to look at Naliyah.\n\n\"What?!\"\n\n\"Did you sit on Luci?!\"\n\n\"Uuuuhhhhmmm ... no?!\" Naliyah replied, looking only more confused as she was now trying to look at three people at the same time!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "oops, this is not the ooc, lol", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Ahem, Naliyah... I don't think she's exactly referring to me specifically... \" Sharon would eventually argue, as he stared back up at Naliyah.\n\"There's more than one High Elf sorcerer in Azeroth, after all. I won't claim such an exclusivity for myself!\"\n\nIndeed, thinking back on things, there was a chance Naliyah may not even have encountered said sorcerer to begin with. After all, it would not be very unusual of Naliyah to have been distracted with other things. Said elf had also been quite small, which did not make him very noticeable, and it had been Sentinel Aleena who had 'dealt' with him so effortlessly...\n\nHearing that Aleena was 'dealing' with the captured intruders as well, including the accompanying audio from the living room, made Sharon throw a glance over at Liaena.\n\n\"Well... that's good news!\" Sharon then replied to Naliyah, throwing on a smile before glancing over at Liaena.\n\"It's good to hear they won't be a problem anymore... \"\n\nAs he glanced over at Liaena, Sharon could look past her and see Malizia, the Draenei Death Knight having begun to patiently wait for her lover to return on her promise and slumped back down on her butt in the middle of the floor. Malizia was currently studying the thorium shackles with a funny grin, gently pulling in them or and even trying to bite onto them as she seemed to be checking them out. It was during Malizia's phase of experimentation where the Draenei placed one hoof against the chain and started pushing and pulling the shackles that Sharon began to grow slightly concerned.\n\nThorium, despite being the best anti-magic material around, was barely any stronger than crude iron. Thorium shackles tended to work really well as most mages were skinny bookworms, not 8ft tall killing machines.\n\n\"Ugh, I knew I should've invested in the mithril reinforced version, but I didn't want to pay extra. Oh well!\"\n\nLooking back at Naliyah, initially looking a bit impatiant, Sharon could not help but to form an amused smirk when he heard the conversation between Naliyah, Valia and Lelili. Indeed, given Naliyah's favorite hobby of making her sisters intimately familiar with the ins and outs of her large posterier; perhaps mostly the latter; it was not at all surprising that she might end up as the nr1 suspect when Sentinels disappeared.\n\nWhile the Sentinels were arguing, Sharon turned to gaze over at Liaena, giving the girl a slight wink as he muttered.\n\n\"Guile, magic or potions?\" He asked, motioning with his head towards the rest of the sentinels, asking which option Liaena wanted to use to deal with the situation.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Do remember what my people usually ride are Elekks..." Mei replied with a smirk, remembering the big bulky elephant like creatures. Sure enough they are very strong and sturdy, perfect for the pretty big draenei warriors with their heavy armor." An elekk goes rampage can be just about even scarier than one of your sabers you know." "But yeah, humans are used to riding horses which makes them weary around other types of mounts." The draenei agreed, looking at the night elven mage in her arms. Vashi seemed so beautiful and adorable!' I have no bloody idea why I'm feeling like this so fast... I've not felt this since... ' She thought, but forcibly stopped her train of thought. Maybe something magical happened and she is now feeling that connection with the mage... or this was the very long forgotten feeling of instant love she had not felt in more than a thousand years. Meirie's mind went blank for a few moments after she received a kiss on the cheek from Vashi. She blinked before her cheeks went dark blue for a few moments." I...see..." She replied slowly, trying to process everything." Well... it's been decades... since... my last... on the cheek even..." She said slowly walking them over to one of the doors. "I don't know why, but I seem ot have fallen in love from first sight with you... if you believe in that at least." She said with a soft smile." Let's see if one of these rooms is empty so we can maybe rest... later I'm thinking of talking things through with your captain." She said, holding onto the mage tightly." I will go grab the things I left in the bank when I arrived some years back."
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"Guile, magic or potions?\"\n\n\"I'm a bit light on two of those…..\" Liaena muttered, giving Naliyah a dirty look that the Night Elf appeared to be blissfully unaware of. \n\n\"….they seem to be reasonably harmless currently, at least\"\n\nKathlin glanced between the two of them, then back at Malizia. \"Sooo…about the whole letting the Death Knight out of the cuffs thing?\"\n\n\"What? No. Are you insane!?\" Liaena snapped back at Kathlin as she tried to ease the handful of her robes the Night Elf had her hoisted off the ground by, out of Naliyahs iron grip. It currently wasn't going so well for her, even with Naliyah very effectively distracted. \"Ooh, with those intruders – you didn't see Rithrynn with them?\"\n\n\"I'm just going to give the chevalier back at this rate. Information isn't worth this!\"\n\n\"Okay. Then I found out her name is Malizia\" \n\nKathlin said calmly. Liaena frowned at this. \"Is that all?\"\n\n\"No, I also found out she doesn't like wearing cuffs. And that she'd like to take me out for dinner. I didn't learn any secrets of her culinary tastes though\"\n\n\"….Ugh, could you at least try and interrogate her properly? I thought you would prefer this method!\"\n\n\"This counts as a method?\"\n\nKathlin let out an audible sigh, before peering over at Malizia. \"Besides I think she's about to break them anyway\"\n\n\"No she's…\"\n\nCRACK\n\n\"Oh….damn it!\" Liaena hissed, reaching towards her satchel as she looked over at Sharon. \"Magic then, and potions. They both sound good\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Vashi tilted her head slightly as she threw a curious gaze up at Mei, clearly having been made more interested when she mentioned the things she had left in the bank.\n\n\"You left something behind?\" She asked, eying the Draenei with with a closer eye.\n\"I have heard stories of warriors trying to escape their past and leaving behind heirlooms and artifacts, in hopes that by doing so, they'll leave their past behind as well.\"\n\nVashi threw a smirk, giving Mei another light kiss on the cheek.\n\n\"But, in those stories, it usually ends with the warrior coming back to get them eventually, for the past is not something that can be buried. It must be embraced, and carried as the permanent mark it is. Ignored it will only drag you down.\"\n\n*\n\n\" ... I AM TELLING THE TRUTH!?\"\n\n\"Really? Really?! Luci disappeared in a room together with you. You don't think that makes you the prime suspect, Nali?!\"\n\nNaliyah gave Lelili a deep frown at that point, before suddenly dropping both Sharon and Liaena without a warning for each of them; incidentally dropping Liaena in such a way she was about to fall right on her own satchel! Naliyah, in the mean time, turned around quite briskly to fold her arms below her chest as she faced down Lelili and Valia!\n\n\"Really, if you do want to know, let me tell you who's currently in my ass!\" Naliyah argued back at Lelili, before raising one hand, moved her hips out to the side, and started counting with her fingers.\n\"There's only Janessa, Anerilia, Velithia, Marathrielle, Kalissa, and... \" \n\nNaliyah paused for a moment, gaining a thoughtful expression on her face as she wriggled her big butt playfully, before holding up a second hand and continued counting with it.\n\n\" ... ohhh, and Delilah!\" She finally said, with a smile on her face as she eyed Lelili and Valia.\n\"If you want to know where Luci is, why not ask her though?\"\n\nNaliyah then said, before pointing between Valia and Lelili. The two sentinels paused for a moment, exchanged a short glance at each other, and then looked back, only for their eyes to go wide as they saw the towering figure of the Draenei Death Knight standing behind them, as Malizia had broken free of her chains!\n\nQuickly stepping back, Valia would look back at Naliyah.\n\n\"Uuuhhhhmm! Maybe later!\"\n\n\" ... runnnw!!\"\n\nAnd with that, Valia and Lelili were quick to take off running, storming past Naliyah and almost running down Silje in the process as they both hurried out of the atrium! Naliyah, on the other hand, was left standing behind, glancing after them, before looking up at Malizia with a smirk.\n\n\"You know, for a Draenei; and a Death Knight at that; you're not that bad!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Magic then, and potions. They both sound good\"\n\n\"Right, on 3!\" Sharon replied, beginning to move his fingers as he prepared to chant a spell.\n\" 1, 2... \"\n\n*CRASH*\n\nSharon had not expected Naliyah to suddenly drop both him and Liaena, as the elf turned to face her new contender! Crashing into the floor and landing on his back, Sharon's spell would fizzle out in a screen of blue smoke that emanated from his hands, and he'd let out a groan of discomfort!\n\n\" ... or we could do that! ... owh!\" Sharon gasped, leaning back up from the ground as he looked towards Liaena, who he had managed to halfway catch with his left arm, as to at least avoid her head slamming into the ground. Although from his perspective, he could also see that a slight strip of hair on the left side of her hair had gained a light blue color from the miscast spell. \n\nThough Sharon, with his best judgement, would refrain from mentioning anything of. At least not yet.\n\n\"One disaster at the time!\"\n\n\"Are you alright, Liaena?\" Sharon asked with a concerned look over at Liaena. Part of him realized it was a pointless question, considering that Liaena was a survivor, both of her own reckless experimentation, and more than a year long friendship with Rithrynn, and so a simple fall was unlikely to do anything much to her. Still, it was the thought that count!\n\nIn the meantime, Silje, who was now standing in the open, right in the line of sight of Malizia, would take a step to the right to the right, positioning herself behind Kathlin and whispering to her: \"Can't we just run and contact the city guard?!?\"\n\n\"You know, for a Draenei; and a Death Knight at that; you're not that bad!\"\n\nMalizia peered down at the only-slightly-shorter Night Elf standing in front of her, after her two friends had turned and run. The Death Knight simply returned the smile, placing one hand on Naliyah's shoulder, and leaned in to one of the pointy ears between her pink hair to whisper: \"You know what, why don't we team up? You help me get the affection of the two human girls, and I'll return the favor! With your smarts and my brawn, we'd make the perfect team!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Yes… sadly that's how it always end." Mei agreed with a nod." I left 2 of my weapons and a set of armor here in Stormwind when I arrived to leave everything behind." Meirie explained with a sigh. " My original equipment is stored in Exodar though, but the things that are here in Stormwind are the same ones I used to clash with the Legion when I crossed into Outland for the first time since we came to this world." She said, walking down the corridor searching for a room for them to rest in. "But yes… guess one cannot simply bury his past. Eventually a situation arises when you either pick up your weapon again or you simply die a sad existence. I sound like a hypocrite… just look at me, just a few hours ago I was wasting myself in a cheep inn, I'm dressed in cheap clothing…" She added, eventually stopping by one of the doors in the hall. She couldn't hear anything from within and she had a good feel about this one. Though the nice feeling about it could just have been the second kiss Vashi placed on her cheek. It caused Meirie to smile once more, before nodding." Well I guess it's my time to return to the world." "Alright hten, I guess this room will have to do." She stated with calm voice and carefully reached with her right hand to open it, still keeping Vashi in her embrace. Once she pressed the doorhandle, and the door started to move, Mei took a ready stance, to reflect any possible drunken night elves that jump at them from inside.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "Naliyah was at first a little surprised when the Draenei decided to lean in towards her, raising an eyebrow as she glanced towards her. But after hearing the 'proposal' that Malizia had just whispered into her ears, Naliyah's eyes would grow notably wider as her head suddenly snapped around to stare directly at the Draenei's face!\n\n\"You really mean that? ... \" Naliyah asked, choosing more to gauge the answer from Malizia's expression rather than any answer.\n\nTeaming up with her? Naliyah, although she often ran solo, was no stranger to the occasional temporary alliance when it came to her little escapades! \nShe may never have done such a thing with a Draenei, let alone a Death Knight before, but as Naliyah gazed up at Malizia with an eye reminiscent to that of a professional wine inspector, she slowly gave a nod. \n\nAfter all, the benefits of having a big, 8ft Draenei on her side were nothing to scoff at! The possibilities were seemingly endless! And the only one who could truly put her new friend down was Mistress Serphia, who was currently incognito, presumably to continue her not-so-secret mission with Falere, something that Naliyah knew would leave her preoccupied for quite some time!\n\nGrinning slightly, Naliyah turned around; if not only to suddenly lean back again against the Draenei and whisper.\n\n\"Uh, which of the two human girls? I see three?\" Naliyah whispered back at Malizia.\n\"Oh, the two that do not look like they crawled out from an experiment involving a rainbow and acid.\"\n\" ... that makes sense!\"\n\nTurning back towards Kathlin, and Silje hiding behind her, Naliyah would smile cheerfully as she looked at them with a big, broad smile.\n\n\"Have you guys met this Draenei before?\" She inquired with enthusiasm, motioning back towards Malizia.\n\"She is actually quite a cool girl! I was thinking, why don't I get some drink, and we all get together for a wonderful chat?!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"I don't think I caused that?\"\n\n\"I don't think you did either... \" Sharon uttered with an utterly stoic face as he simply gazed at the secret conversation that was going on between Naliyah and Malizia, as he simply leaned in slightly towards Liaena.\n\n\"I think it is quite simply a completely naturally occurring harmonious relationship between two equally devious minds when they are put in the same room.\"\n\nSharon reasoned as he looked at them, silently shaking his head as he did so. Obviously there was a big difference between Malizia and Naliyah, first and foremost that the aforementioned was a Death Knight and an unholy killing machine. Even if Malizia might have had a secret kinky flair similar to that of Naliyah, Sharon found it still difficult to imagine that this could ever be the basis of a partnership, let alone friendship between the two!\n\n\"We need to nip this unholy alliance in the bud!\"\n\nAs Naliyah turned around to speak to them, presumably on behalf of Malizia, Sharon was quick to step forward, reach an arm up to Naliyah's shoulder, and attempt to pull her down as he walked off to the side, giving Liaena a look indicating that \"she deal with the other\", as Sharon brought Naliyah off to the side line.\n\n\"Sentinel Naliyah, if I could just have a word... or two, with you, about your new friend.\" Sharon started, pulling Naliyah further down \n\nWhen suitably far enough away from Malizia, who at that point was staring directly down at Liaena; with no Sharon or Naliyah to stand in between; The High Elf continued on with his little 'dialogue' with Naliyah.\n\n\"While I am all for seeing you make new friends; and I think, trying to befriend a Draenei, even a Death Knight at that, is very progressive of you; I would like to remind you that the woman you were talking to IS in fact an agent of evil. A Death Knight, a harbinger of death and woe, a spreader of disease and darkness. She is not just evil in the grey sense, like 'all orcs must die!', but in 'the whole world must die!' kind of way, and I think it is important that we stand together against her! Whatever devious things she may have promised you, it's not worth it!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"You are being too hard on yourself.\" Vashi said with a smirk as she looked back up at Mei, before raising a finger to poke it directly at the front of her forehead.\n\n\"You need to live less inside of there... \" She said, as she gestured with her finger to point at the air around them.\n\" ... and more out here!\"\n\nHowever, as the Draenei opened the doorhandle, the sight that would greet her in the dimly lit guestroom ahead of her was not that of any drunken elf, caught in some intimate act. Instead, as they looked into the room, they could see a group of six or more large, furry nightsabers; the huge felines that the Night Elves used as mounts dotting the room ahead of them. The beds, sheets, carpets and draperies of the room had been all torn up by the large creatures living inside, and as the door swung open, at least a dozen glowing eyes immediately turned to gaze towards the disturbance.\n\n\"Ohhh, so that's where we left them!\" Vashi commented as she looked into the room at the gathered nightsabers inside. The nightsabers, when they noticed Vashi at first, did not seem to be any bothered or alarmed by the sight. It was something they had seen a thousand times before. The new figure in the form of Mei, the Draenei, however, succeeded in garnering quite a different reaction as at least four of the nightsabers got on their feet and let out a series of threatening growls.\n\n\" ... I don't think they like you... \"\n\nVashi, quickly recognizing where the situation was heading, would raise one hand, and with a spell; she would immediately cause the door to swing shut and close just as the largest, black furred Nightsaber lunged forward towards Mei. As the door closed shut right in front of the nightsaber, which was none other than Serphia's very own, a loud crash could be heard from the other side as the very door bulged outwards towards the corridor they were in. Deep roars and growling emanated from inside the room, as wooden chunks of the other side of the door could be heard being torn off on the other end by multiple sets of razor sharp claws!\n\nLooking back up at Mei, Vashi would simply throw her a reassuring smile!\n\n\"Ohh, that one would just be Silafeen, or \"Ripfang\" in common. It's the mistress's own mount!\" Vashi explained as she motioned towards the door with her hand.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"I suppose so." Mei replied with a sigh. Here she went, being lectured about life from a night elf who was certainly quite a big younger than her. Ohh well, just went to show how one's age didn't matter when it came to life lessons, Mei supposed." Well I did lock myself into rage for a good few years back when Exodar crashed... Never expect to fully recover from that... Still feel the desire to spread chaos and death from time to time. Heh... in the end I turned into something not too different from the orc berserkers..." "Ohh joy..." Mei replied as she also started growling at the nightsabers, eyes locked. She knew that the only way to get such animals to stop was to show them there was no fear inside you and that you are as dangerous if not more than them. Eyes locked with the lead one, she let herself get in tune with the rage inside her at least until the night elf closed the door suddenly with her magic. Meirie blinked a few times as her own bloodlust faded, unable to realize what happened at first. She then looked at Vashi who was giving her the reassuring smile. "You really shouldn't have done that. They will need to learn not to attack me if I'm to travel with you from now on." She replied and took a few steps back and away from the door, noticing the sounds of tearing wood from the other side of the door." Vashi, you think this wooden door will hold?" She asked, throwing a questioning look at hte mage. "Guess that at least explains it's zeal... and arrogance even for a mount. To attack like that despite not being ordered to." The draenei stated, giving a unimpressed expression." A true mount doesn't act without it's master's orders unless the master is in direct danger." She stated and slowly put the mage to step on the ground and stand alone for she half expected the door to be broken soon and the mounts to charge her. If they did... well they were going to learn how a weaponless draenei can use her head. "Alright change of plans then... today I will run on reserve energy and stamina potions. Let's find out what's going down and maybe meet the master of this mansion again. I would wish to apologyze for the damage I caused, fighting Ryuuna."
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "Vashi would giggle at the comment, staring over at Mei with a funny smile.\n\n\"You're already more humble than the rest of my warband combined.\" She said with an amused tone, before tilting her head playfully to the side as she looked up at the big Draenei next to her.\n\"Not that it is really such a great achievement in and of itself, now that I think of it... but it doesn't make it any less of a good thing!\"\n\nThe Night Elf mage chuckled as she walked together with Mei down towards the nearest stairs to find the atrium and the mage. She did not know the High Elf Mage of this house much, but in what limited interaction she had had with him, he did appear like an okay guy! The patience with which he had dealt with the rest of her warband was something to be admired.\n\nPerking one ear up as she listened to the banging from upstairs, presumably from the nightsaber wanting to get out, Vashi would peer back up at Mei.\n\n\"And don't worry, the best way to get them to accept newcomers is to just show that you're friend with their boss!\"\n\n*\n\nNaliyah was initially taken by surprise when the High Elf mage wanted to drag her off to talk with her, being one of the last kind of people in the house the Night Elf would have expected to take interest in her!\n\nListening to the High Elf's little speech whilst partly resting on top of his head with her chest, Naliyah would quickly form a frown as she cast a quick glance back at Malizia standing behind them.\n\n\"But... are you really sure she is a paragon of evil?\" Naliyah asked, her ears perking up as she glanced between Malizia as the Death Knight was standing there, eying Liaena and the rest of the girls with a wicked grin, and then back down at the High Elf who at that point was doing his best not to face palm.\n\n\"I mean... well, she may be big and bad, but that describes mistress too!\" Naliyah argued, trying her best to think of an argument in favor of Malizia. \n\"Like, she offered us to team up! Team up! Like, how often is it that you get a big Draenei like that, offering to help out. I think she has some potential that we really shouldn't waste!\" Naliyah said as she turned towards the High Elf, grabbing him with both of her arms as she beamed down at him with an enthusiastic smile on her face!\n\n\"The Draenei seems already have made good friends with the human girls, and she and Sentinel Luci are practically inseparable!\"\n\nNaliyah exclaimed with a big smile, just as across the atrium, at the stairs, where Liaena and Silje were heading. Coming walking down would be Vashi and Mei. Vashi would be the first one to raise an eyebrow when she saw the atrium, initially smiling when she saw Liaena and Silje, but then frowning slightly as she saw Malizia just stand about in the open of the atrium.\n\n\"Uhhm... \" Vashi paused as she was taken slightly aback by the sight, before prodding Mei in the side as she motioned towards Malizia with one hand.\n\"Isn't that that Ryuuna girl you just beat up earlier?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Sharon let out a big sigh in return as he listened to the pink haired Night Elf's defense of the Draenei.\n\n\" ... is she drunk? Or High?\"\n\nThere was a pause in which the High Elf moved his head to the side so that he could get a clearer look up at Naliyah for a moment, just to look at her and study her expression. Alas, despite his suspicions, there was no sign of Naliyah being either drunk or high, at least not to any significant degree. \n\nInstead, it seemed like the source of her weird behaviors was just... well, just Naliyah being Naliyah.\n\n\"Look, Naliyah, we don't bed the agents of evil, we... \" Sharon started, only to pause for a moment as he rethought his words.\n\n\"I mean... we do not team up with the agents of evil, no matter how good or ´sweet´their promise may be! This Draenei, this Death Knight, she is only going to seek to manipulate you! If you follow her, you may never get to see Rithrynn! It is... \" \n\nAs Sharon was leaning a little bit backwards whilst talking to Naliyah, he could not help but get a glimpse past the pink haired Night Elf only to see Vashi and Meirie as the two of them were just walking down the stairs towards the atrium, only to then notice Malizia standing in the room!\n\n\"Oh shii... time for damage control!\"\n\n\"Naliyah, let's discuss this later! Just... go play with the rest of your sentinels in the meantime!\" Sharon then quickly urged Naliyah as he began to push her towards the nearby living room, giving her a slap on one big buttock before he turned about to look at Meirie and Vashi as they were walking down.\n\nMalizia, in the meantime, had also noticed the two newcomers, as her eyes immediately darted over to Vashi and Meirie, but more particularly, the latter, giving the other Draenei a smirk when she saw her and muttered:\n\n\"Nice to see you again, sister... \"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
As Meirie and Vashi walked down the stairs and eventually came across the sight of Melizia in the room, Mei halted her movement for a moment. Her eyes locked on the death knight as the eyes of a predator upon pray. Still she did not burst into rage from the get go. Her gaze remained somewhat calm, which was due the fact she was no under the influence of alcohol at the moment." That she is…" The draenei replied to Vashi and started walking down again. Mei noticed that the high elf quickly evacuated a night elf from the area. His expression said it all, he was trying to protect his home from the incredibly likely devastation that awaited it, considering that Melizia was still alive. "Despite my greatest wishes, you are still crawling around like an insect that just refuses to die... sister" The berserker said, noting the death knight's words and even giving them the sarcastic 'sister' at the end. "Master Sharon, I see you've avoided my warnings to dispose of this abomination when the chance was clearly present." Meirie said with a police voice and way fo speaking, addressing the mage with formalities." Lucky for you, eh… Ryu… no, Melizia. Was that not your new name?" "That said, you have my thanks for the unexpected hospitality after the earlier battle, Master Sharon." The draenei said with a slight bow." Again, I would like to express my urgency to deal with Melizia while we have the chance. She's too dangerous of a being to be left alive…" Mei stated, throwing a glance at the death knight. Despite her burning desire to squash the head of the death knight and tear her to pieces, in the berserker's mind she could still remember the Ryuuna from way before the problems with the orcs even started. Such a pity, sadly that woman died long, long ago." Too bad, I've left your master's blade back at Exodar. Would have made a fine way to execute you for all of your crimes." The berserker stated, returning her gaze at the high elf. "She is a criminal, already sentenced to death even before she turned into this…" Mei said to Sharon." If I have to, I will turn to the draenei delegation here in Stormwind and make this a political matter…"
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "Meirie tried to not pay any attention to what was going on with Meiliza and the noisy human girl from earlier. That one was interesting, so tiny and yet such voice. Well at the end of the day it really wasn't all that unique though she hadn't seen it in a while. Humans being the shortlived and determined race, individuals like that appeared in frequent enough numbers. They made for great companions and horrifying enemies. Especially if they handled potions and from what the berserker gathered this Liaena girl was well versed in potions. She had witnessed a potion hatchel being dropped along with all the potions in it… the result were… fiery.\n\n \"We did indeed, Vashi.\" The draenei berserker said with a nod at the night elven mage's joy. Mei gave a small smile and a nod, before throwing a glance at the human girl, giving her a thankful nod also.\n\n \"If she acts up again, she won't get the chance to cause any trouble… or to even make a sound before I snap her neck…\" The berserker stated. Bringing the death knight to justice with trial and execution was going to be a grand thing, but considering she was working for someone and from the vague clues she got, that someone must be of substantial power and influence.\n\n \"Actually can't we keep her in a sheep state?\" Mei suddenly asked the magic users by her side.\" It would be good… she won't be able to use her magics, won't be able to really rampage and frankly her allies won't really recognize her while I escort her to the delegation.\"\n\n \"Right… their captain? I know where she is…\" Meirie stated, making a mental recall of her movement since she was summoned by Vashi.\" I'm pretty sure they are where we left them… where, the captain got hit by friendly fire from a certain potion… yeah. You two stay behind me when we approach. Can't be sure what might fly our way once we open that door and disturb the influenced captain.\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "text": "\"Weren't we just going to give her to the city watch?\" Liaena enquired, giving Malizia a look of distaste. The girl looked none too thrilled about the prospect of potentially not booting the Death Knight out of the door post haste; given she evidently concurred whole-heartedly with Sharon about Night-Elven competence levels. The last thing that was required was for Malizia to start yet another rampage of destruction. \n\nIt had been a long day.\n\n\"That sounds like quite a good idea, actually\" Kathlin agreed amicably in response to Mei's sheep-question. The second young woman of the trio appeared considerably less aggravated with the situation than her shorter colleague as she gave the Draenei a light smile. \"Would you like me to accompany you? I need to help Silje give a statement anyway\"\n\n\"Uhhh…what?\" Silje stuttered at this. The girl looked caught between conflicting emotions: the joy of finally leaving the (mad)house and the fear of what awaited her on the outside. \"They'll arrest me!\"\n\n\"Of course they won't….\"\n\"yeah, they might\"\n\nKathlin exhaled slightly as she gave Liaena a very pointed look of 'you're not helping' over Silje's shoulder. \"You were used like a pawn. They're not going to arrest you. But you should give a statement. You're a witness of all of this\"\n\n\"Uh-huhmmm….\" Silje said nervously, not looking entirely on board with all of this. Kathlin frowned slightly, studying the Draenei at their feet again. \"Alternatively…we could just call the guard in. That would save us shifting her across the city. But your household is crazy and might attack them. What do you think?\" (This was aimed at Sharon)\n\nLiaena meanwhile had been distracted by Mei and the talk of disturbing Serphia at her…play. The young woman merely quirked an eyebrow at the Draenei. \"....Why not. After you then\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Actually can't we keep her in a sheep state?\"\n\n\"That sounds like quite a good idea, actually\"\n\n\"Uhhh... \" Vashi paused for a moment as she gazed back at the enthusiasm that had suddenly gathered around the whole sheep idea, considering how she was going to respond.\n\n\"I could polymorph her into a sheep... \"\n\n!!\n\n\" ... but, it has a duration of only 1 minute, which means I would basically have to constantly recast and reapply the spell for the whole trip! Which I think might garner just as much attention from the townspeople, if not more!\"\n\nVashi frowned a bit, but not because she found the suggestion of non-magic-initiates as foolish, but rather, because she had to break their bubble and the enthusiasm that seemed to have gathered around the idea! \n\nShe could probably also have warned them about the increasing risk of a miscast and accident by repeated spellcasts, not to mention a general rise in arcane instability, establishment of an inert flux field, addition to a magical chaos flow, and all the obvious health risks that accompanied such variables, but she felt there was no need for an overkill in the explanation.\n\nLooking at Meirie and Kathlin, she wondered if any of them even knew what multiplicative surge theory was.\n\nStepping behind Mei and next to Liaena as they were about to head upstairs to find the Captain, Vashi looked up and responded to her concern about potentially encountering flying objects from the Captain.\n\n\"Don't worry, Sentinel Lithrielle is the best shot in the warband. Mistress's forte has always been up close and personal, being a bit medicore at range by Night Elf standards... but don't tell her I said that!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"I think there are limits, even to Night Elven stupidity... \" Sharon muttered with a thoughtful expression, throwing a wary look over at the Night Elves to the room to make sure none of them heard that comment.\n\nFortunately, the Sentinels seemed too preoccupied by making fun of Luci, and watching the interaction between Luci and a very interested Naliyah.\n\n\"The main question is how much we can trust the city guard.\" Sharon replied as he turned to look at Liaena, becoming aware of the all-too-obvious desire to get rid of Malizia as soon as possible. A desire that was understandable, but one that Sharon also realized was one that they couldn't hurry. If they did it wrong and Malizia simply got away, then what would they do?\n\n\"If she manages to escape, it would hardly make the situation any better. I doubt she would let herself be caught so easily the next time.\" The High Elf said as he walked over to where Malizia lay on the ground, motioning for the two Night Elves sitting on top of her to move away as he knelt down next to the sleeping Draenei to poke at her.\n\nHe knew he had made plenty of jabs at the Night Elves and their general level of competence when it came to matters of urban security and prisoners in general, but at the same time, Sharon had to admit that his trust in the City Guard was shaky as well.\n\nIf they had been doing their job, he wouldn't have to deal with these constant house invasions, let alone have to hire a warband of Night Elves!\n\n\"I'm going to make a petition to the Burgmeister for a reevaluation of the City Guard once this is over!\"\n\n\"I think it is best if we take her with us ourselves. While it would be risky, we would at least be there to see her locked up chains.\" Sharon reasoned as he looked back up at Liaena.\n\"It is the surest way to confine her, unless you want to just shrink her and have her exchange place with Rithrynn.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Well polymorph out of the question then... doesn't matter. If we have to, we will shrink her and tine her up so much she resembles a ball of rope if we must." Meirie mentioned to Vashi's statement about hte duration of the magic transformation." Main points are to shut her mouth and not give her the ability to muster any physical or magical strenght. We keep her unconcious or something similar and we should be alright." "Chop her limbs then. Death knights do not bleed, but she also cannot really walk or do anything really without those. It should be a sufficient working plan." Mei stated before she slowly started to climb the stairs up. She knew exactly where the captain and the other sentinel were supposed to be. She also had noted the sentinel captain's strenght. "Vashi... I'm not worried about precise targeting." The berserker replied as they reached the floor where Serphia and Rithrynn were." What I'm more worried is something big and heavy hurled in this direction. Sure I can take the hit and probably block a table let's say, but if any of you is even touched by something like that, it won't be pretty." She stated slowly leading the way towards the room they needed. "The body is capable of producing incredibly amounts of power under the right stimuli.... like my rage for example. Overwhelming lust or love should be similar." The berserker stated. When they were finally at the door, she made a gesture for hte others to move more behind her in some light distance, before she knocked on the door." Honored captain of the sentinels in this mansion, we need to talk." She stated, loud enough to be heard inside.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "Serphia's face was a mix of anger, impatience and even confusion as she looked at Mei, the Draenei suddenly facepalming to the sounds of the ruckus going on downstairs.\n\nThe Captain furrowed a brow at the Draenei for a moment, wondering if things truly could have gone out of hands downstairs. Or at least more than usual! Taking a moment, Serphia would perk up with one ear as she listened to the chaos downstairs, identifying the individual sounds.\n\nThe sounds of relentless brawling? Nothing out of the ordinary. Check!\nScreaming Sentinels? Nothing out of the ordinary. Check!\nThe crashing noise of furniture being broken? Nothing out of the ordinary. Check!\n\nThe distinct sound of a pint sized voice, belonging to none of her sentinels, and cackling with maddening glee? ... that was not ordinary.\n\n\"Don't tell me they accidentally summoned an Imp or something!\" Serphia grumbled to herself as her eyes passed over to Vashi and Mei. With a sigh, she'd clench her big, purple butt one last time, giving Rithrynn a last good shove, before she took a step forward.\n\n\"Alright, we will go investigate this death knight problem of yours, Draenei!\" Serphia said, sounding none too thrilled about the prospect at all. Placing one hand behind Mei's back and the other behind Vashi's, the Captain started ushering them forward without asking down through the corridor as they headed towards the stairs.\n\"But if this is some kind of joke, Draenei, or if this turns out to be a false alarm - I WILL throw you out the nearest window!\"\n\nSerphia said as a warning to Mei, her silvery eyes burning like hellish torches as she threw the creature a deathly glare!\n\nMei would not be given much of a chance to respond however, when ahead of them, Serphia could already see the familiar party of Sharon, Liaena, Kathlin and another, still unknown girl, just as they came walking up the stairs.\n\nThe very fact that Sharon and Liaena had ever ventured down from the relative safety of the second floor, and down into elf-territory at the first floor, obviously meant that something was going on.\n\nAnd probably something they didn't want to tell her...\n\n\"Quel'Dorei, Sharon! His consort!\" Serphia called out to them as they saw her in return, alongside Vashi and Mei. However, neither of the two parties would be able to exchange much further words, before a rythmic series of crashes, followed by Aleena's screams, would soon reach them from behind!\n\n*Thud!*\n*Thud!*\n*Thud!*\n*Thud!*\n\n\"AAAAHHHHH! GET THIS CURSED THING OFF OF ME!!\" \n\nAleena screamed as she was being dragged up the stairs behind Sharon and the party by the possessed satchel currently towing her along, using the word 'curse' perhaps in a more literal sense! Following right behind her where at least four other sentinels; consisting of Lithrielle running first, a second Lelili, Naliyah behind her and a rather shrunk disheveled and shrunk Luci currently stuck in Naliyah's cleavage; that came charging up the steps to try to help the most unfortunate Aleena!\n\nLithrielle had unsheathed a dagger as she lunged past Aleena towards the bag, only for Aleena to frantically wave her arms.\n\n\"NO-NO! THAT'S THE BAG OF THE MIDGET WITCH! IT COULD EXPLODE!!\" Aleena shouted out through her constant battering against the steps until they reached the top, where the party of elves followed Aleena as the satchel pulled her behind Sharon and Liaena, past them into a wall, crashing; reoriented itself, and then shot into a door on the right, pulling a squirming Aleena with it; and quickly luring the other sentinels with it into the room as well!\n\nSerphia, simply gazing at the sight that had just taken place behind Liaena and Sharon with a look of disbelief, slowly gazed back at the group; her gaze now lingering on Sharon and Liaena, but perhaps weighing more down on the black haired human female...\n\n\" ... you may begin by explaining who's satchel that is... \" Serphia began slowly, her icy voice almost being as intimidating as the deep and expectant glare she was now casting towards Sharon's group, as the Captain came to rest her hands on her hips impatiently!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Eh. Fine. If Sharon's up for it\"\n\n\"We probably should anyway... \" Sharon muttered as he thought over the matter. Knowing what he did about Serphia and how receptive she was to her supposed allies, let alone to strangers, it might be a good idea to present themselves as backup for Mei.\n\nHopefully the Draenei would do fine on her own. Hopefully. Yet he knew too much to be an optimist around the Captain.\n\nYet when they finally found the Captain, the ensuing chaos that followed them from downstairs left Sharon dumbstruck for a moment. Gazing ahead at the trail left behind by Aleena and the rest of the Night Elves trying to rescue her, the High Elf quietly shook his head to the sound of a vase being knocked over and promptly crushed to fine dust in the room that the Night Elves had went into, before he leaned in towards Liaena to mutter quietly to her.\n\n\"I appreciate the assist, but are you really sure that was the best idea?\" He asked, though fully aware that Serphia, what with her elven hearing, might very well be able to overhear even their quiet conversation!\n\n\"I think, Captain Serphia... \" Sharon eventually started, throwing an uncertain look towards the Captain, and then back at the room into which Aleena and the other elves had gone. The sounds of chaos and destruction emanated clearly from the open door, and Sharon felt his stomach turn at the thought of the price tag of that little shenanigan.\n\" ... that the problem is in the most able bodied hands.\"\n\nSharon finished, trying his best to avoid sounding sarcastic.\n\nHe had a nagging idea that it would be bad to try to lie about the satchel or who it belonged to. He had a lingering suspicion that Serphia already knew, and lying to a power-mad officer was probably one of the worse ideas. No, perhaps it might help to play her megalomaniac side with some flattery.\n\nHopefully Liaena and Kathlin were thinking the same...\n\nNoticing Mei walking next to Serphia, Sharon threw a smile as he looked over at the towering Draenei; the only other figure in the corridor that stood head to head with the already towering figure of the 8ft tall Night Elven Captain. Giving Mei a motion with his hand, a gesture of acknowledgement, the High Elf called out to her.\n\n\"I presume your mission is going as planned, Mei?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Of course, I never expected anything less in case my call for you was under needless reasons, but sadly what's happening downstairs is beyond that and requires attention of the one who rules the warband in this mansion." Meirie stated with sure and confident voice, but her statement was barely heard through the sudden loud noises. "That's what happens when you shrink a death knight and then put her in a satchel… I think." Mei replied to Serphia, her eyes focused on the satchel as if it was her pray and she was a predator." After the battle in the study room, we beat her in the basement after destroying everything in our path." Mei explained." Well she got away and got captured and then got away… almost managed to drag one of your sentinels in her schemes and then we got her again and I see now she's on the rampage again…" The berserker quickly explained without getting into too many details for those weren't needed. "Ahhh master Sharon, indeed it's going quite fine, but…" She stated throwing him a slightly angry look." For second time I leave her in your care to deal with for just a while and she goes on a rampage once more… HOW HARD IS TO KEEP ONE DEATH KNIGHT UNCONCIOUS AND UNDER CONTROL AFTER WE ALREADY BEAT HER TO UNCONCIOUS ONCE!?" She asked with agitated voice." Do I need to cut away all her limbs?" She asked, rubbing her temples. "So yeah, that's our problems, Captain Serphia. You sentinels are currently a mess without direct chain of command controlling them, we have a rogue death knight trying to kill Master Sharon and Liaena, and every time I take my eyes of said death knight, she gets out and starts causing troubles again." The berserker added." I'd have killed her right away, but it seems she has vital info we need to extract and what's more I need to bring her to justice before the draenei emissaries in Stormwind after that."
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"Liaena…your bag did not contain any growth potions, did it?\"\n\n\"…Maybe..?\" Liaena shrugged tiredly, before giving Sharon a quizzical look. \"Why?\"\n\n\"Now THIS opens up possibilities, it does!\"\n\nThe booming voice from outside vibrated through the entire room. This was followed immediately by a series of crashing noises that shook the room, causing the occupants to duck, and maniacal laughter. Judging from the splintering sounds, Malizia was trying to pull the roof off. \n\n\"I think she's trying to pull the roof off\"\n\n\"Really, you think!?\" Liaena snarled as she braced herself against a wall, before catching Sharon's eye. \"How big?\"\n\n\"Er. Well, do you remember that demon…?\"\n\n\"Light damn it….fel cursed Night Elves. I am going to shove Serphia so far up that wretched creatures ass, she'll come out of its mouth. That's a two for the price of one…\" Liaena growled, the little girl's skin pink with anger as she devolved into inconsequential mutterings. Kathlin shot an extremely worried look at the ceiling, as another sprinkling of plaster reigned down on them. \n\n\"Li, do you have an antidote?\"\n\n\"….Maybe!?\" Liaena snapped back at her, before looking about wildly. \"So my supplies have exploded – twice – I'm running on reserves here! There might be something down in the lab – did you expect there to be a catalogue or something!?\"\n\n\"…could you make some?\"\n\n\"Sure, just give me a few hours! Sharon'll still have a house by then, right?\"\n\n\"Liaena!\"\n\nSharon had cut himself into the rapidly building argument to give his girlfriend a pleading look. \"sweetheart, even if there might be something – could you please check?\"\n\n*CRASH*\n\nThis noise really did shake the house, sending the four in the room onto the floor as it distinctly sounded as though most of the rafters and tiles had come clean off. Liaena scrambled to her feet, stabbing a finger at Kathlin as she turned towards the corridor to the cellars. \"Okay – okay – Kitty, go with the Night Elves and stall her, would you!? I'll be back asap!\"\n\n\"Uh, sure, Li\" Kathlin muttered as the former went haring down the corridors, before turning to look at Sharon and shrugging her shoulders slightly. \"I'll follow you, Mister Dal'dieb\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Owwwh!\"\n\nMalizia, having for a moment been too consumed by her own happy little(or rather giant) rampage to notice the little impudent whelp, would soon let out a sharp sound as Meirie slashed across her hips with her tiny daggers! However, the sound was not as much of pain as it was that of offense, as Malizia turned to look over her shoulder and down at the impudent little thing that had dared try to disturb her rampage, which was in the form of a persistent Mei clinging to her lower body!\n\n\"Well, it seems the appetizer has arrived... !\" Malizia muttered beneath a wide, evil grin as the giantess suddenly spun into action!\n\nSwinging her large(both relatively and actually speaking!) hips, she would slam the side with Meirie on into the side of the mansion; a loud crash as stones and timber were loosened from the side of the house!\n\nFinishing her spin, now facing away from the house, Malizia would bent over and reach down with both of her hands towards a ruffled looking Meirie; the smaller draenei still somehow managing to cling onto her; as she aimed to surround and catch the smaller Draenei with her open hands!\n\n\"Got'cha!\" Malizia exclaimed, already prophesying her own triumph!\n\n\"DIE, FIEND!\" Suddenly sounded the valiant; slightly hysterical; shout from behind Malizia from the mansion, as Sentinel Aleena had succeeded in climbing back up onto the nearest balcony from the tree; and upon witnessing the epic fight that she was totally missing out on; had thrown herself straight at an unsuspecting, gigantic death knight that was currently bent over and up until now; completely unaware of the incoming Aleena as she flew towards her from the rear!\n\nAleena had prided herself on her reputation for doing crazy things, be it sending her blade into the skull of a large demonic guard from a 30ft drop from above, or be the first to brave a shroud of curses, and so Aleena had made up her mind NOT to be outdone by a simple Draenei! I, e Meirie!\n\nEspecially not when Lithrielle was watching her from the nearby window, a rather mortified look on Lithrielle's face as she had just paused nocking her arrow; as Lithrielle was gazing at the leaping Aleena with wide eyes!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "At the sight of Liaena hurrying down the corridors, and her 'little helper' Kathlin, looking up at him; Sharon would let out a sigh.\n\nAs he could hear the entire structure creak and tremble all around him, let closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and counted to four...\n\n1...\n2...\n\n\"Well, it seems the appetizer has arrived... !\" \n\n3...\n\n\"DIE, FIEND!\"\n\n4...\n\nOpening his eyes once more, Sharon felt a certain degree of stability had returned to his mind. Although there was currently a Death Knight right outside of his house, wildly out of proportions, and chaos was ensuing all around him, he had at least managed to avoid panicking.\n\nAt least so far.\n\n\"If we do not find a solution to this mess anytime really soon... I dare not think of the results.\"\n\n\"Mister Friedrick!\" \n\n\"Yes, Master Dal'dieb?\" His butler, Friedrick, replied in with his usual calm, professional and disaffected tone; his older face neutral and almost seemingly bored, despite the utter chaos going on around them. Leave it to Friedrick to stay calm even if it was the end of the world, his professional pride and all!\n\n\"Fetch me mine mana crystals!\" Sharon called out, raising his hand; and Friedrick had already vanished, hurriedly trailing down the nearby corridor! Despite his injured leg, the man moved with a brisk pace enough to outrun even a healthy lad!\n\nTurning to Kathlin, Sharon smiled.\n\n\"Tell me, what do you know about teleportation?\" He asked with a suggestive tone, his previous worry seemingly having given way to a slight smirk as he motioned for the apprentice to follow him back up to his sanctum.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"NOT ENOUGH!" The berserker roared as she clung to the gaint's body as the giant leg was pulled away from the wall. It sure hurt like hell, but it didn't cause any real damages to her body. Besides the fact she dropped the sword she had bit on." Still enough to take you down!" She roared as two giant hands clasped at her. Suddenly Mei picked up on the shouting of another who also appeared to be storming the giant Melizia. Well wasn't this just a peachy party? The berserker roared suddenly as her muscles flexed, her entire body surging with rage. Suddenly in a violent display she pushed away from Melizia's hands and made a mad climb up, using the daggers to pull up at each stab. "ROOOOOOOOOOOOARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Mei let out a loud berserker roar as she suddenly jumped forward making a curve around the deathknight's body, using one of the dagger to slash a big cut all the way from Melizia's side to the base of her tail. She then pierced both the daggers around Melizia's backbone and started the mad climb up again. There was no way Meirie was going to let herself be outdone by a bratty night elf that failed to stop Melizia when she was palm sized… NO BLOODY WAY! She then suddenly just pulled her weight down, to do a big slash around Mel's backbone.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "There was a moment of pause as the understanding of what Liaena really was talking about finally sinked in with the two elves.\n\nFor a moment, the color of both Serphia and Lithrielle's faces vanished slightly, and their eyes widened as they thought of the possible outcomes. To Serphia, the thought of turning the already giant Draenei Death Knight into a monstrous, giant spider that could rampage through the streets with its long, icky legs was enough to send a chill down the otherwise stoic warrioress's spine. And to Lithrielle, the image of turning the Draenei into a giant frog with a jabbing, long sticky tongue was perhaps even more frightening than the current thing outside of the mansion.\n\nAnd then again, even the idea of a giant, evil rabbit with command over the powers of evil at its disposal...\n\n\"I think you are underestimating rabbits, little human, they are... \" Lithrielle started carefully, peering down at Liaena from behind her Captain, only for Serphia to suddenly raise a hand towards her to motion her to be quiet.\n\n*\n\n\"Wait, I recognize that voice... wait, it's Li. IT'S LI!\"\n\nTrapped as she was within the voluptuous booty of the Captain, all the voices except Serphia's own became muffled to the tiny Sentinel, Rithrynn. But even though the overly large butt(and her own series of curses), Rithrynn recognized the annoyingly snarky, always slightly sarcastic tone of Liaena!\n\nLiaena, who was responsible for whatever craziness it was that had taken over the Captain! Who was responsible for the fact that she, ever loyal and faithful, never dishonest Rithrynn was now trapped in the Captain's butt!\n\n\"LIIIIII!\" Rithrynn immediately screamed as the tiny elf was spurred into action, beginning to write and squirm madly about in her dark prison!\n\"THIS IS YOUR MESS! GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU BITCH!\"\n\n\"Nooo, don't move so much!\" Shani, the other Night Elf below Rithrynn, pleaded desperately. Though her pleas fell on deaf ears, or were outright ignored, as the only reply Shani would receive was the sole of Rithrynn's boot as the tiny elf suddenly kicked the elf below her right in the face, sending Shani flying deeper up into Serphia's butt as the tiny Rithrynn entered into a frenzy!\n\n\"IF YOU DON'T FIX THIS RIGHT NOW, I SWEAR I WILL STRANGLE YOUR TREACHEROUS NECK, AND STEAL YOUR SHAWWY ... as soon as I get out!\"\n\n*\n\n\"What about that thing, whatever it was, that made the Draenei giant?\" Serphia inquired, her eyes narrowing as she studied the tiny human.\n\"You... mmmh, don't have any of those lying around, little human?\"\n\nAs the Captain spoke, she suddenly found herself having to focus to avoid smiling too much. For whatever reason, Rithrynn; whilst always furious; had suddenly been spurred into a maddening fury within her rear. As her knees began to grow weak, Serphia placed one hand on her large hips as she slowly gyrated them, all the while trying to maintain a semi-serious face that did not betray the commotion going on within her booty too much...\n\nLithrielle, standing behind her, stood still as a statue; though her eyes flickered between Serphia's face and butt, she dared say nothing!\n\n\"Ahh.. mhm, we could even the playing field if so.\"\n\n*\n\n\"Ughh... owww, hey wait!\" Aleena suddenly exclaimed as she saw Mei suddenly run away as the Night Elf staggered back onto her feet.\n\"The fight is THAT way. You're runnin the wrong! ... \"\n\n...\n\n\"Oh Elun,-\"\n\n*CRASH*\n\nAleena's ears dropped low when she looked up, only to see what Mei was fleeing from; as the Death Knight's gigantic butt came falling down like a mountain! The sentinel would immediately vanish beneath the darkened mass of Malizia's giant butt. Letting out a laugh and wriggling her butt triumphantly, Malizia enjoyed the sensation of feeling the smaller Aleena as the sentinel would disappear up into her butt, letting out a teasing moan.\n\nThough her brief victory celebration would be cut short by an impudent attack from Mei! Furious, Malizia glared behind her, noticing the incoming Draenei!\n\n\"Not so easy!\" Malizia grinned as she suddenly threw herself backwards, to land on Mei; but as she did, she suddenly noticed another set of figures come running out the back door of the mansion.\nIn fact, it was a Night Elf Sentinel, holding... the most beautiful human female she had ever seen. Silje...\n\n\"LET ME GO-LET-ME-GOLEMMEGOLEMEMEGOo!\" Silje cried out in terror in the Night Elf's hands, only to freeze to a statue when she looked out into the garden and saw Malizia.\n\nAll the while, the Sentinel holding the little human female called out encouragingly!\n\n\"LOOK! I FOUND A DISTRACTION!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Although, it is against several tenants of my religion unfortunately\"\n\n\"So is letting evil run rampant I presume!\" Sharon answered swiftly as he was focusing on aligning a long bronze rod that almost served as a kind of cylindrical barrel that he aimed towards one of the windows leading out into the garden behind the mansion.\n\nThe sound of chaos coming from outside could easily be heard all the way into the sanctum. A deep tremor suddenly shook the entire building, causing bits of dust to drain down from the roof through the cracks and douse the sanctum below.\n\n\"Please take the Arcane Difican,- ahem, I mean the purple looking disc and insert it into the brass cage over there!\" Sharon said as he instructed Kathlin to help him set up the large apparatus, which at this point consisted of a maze of long, narrow bronze stilts and flashy gems and glasses arrayed in a dazzling form.\n\n\"I would not worry too much about the wards right now. She is within the property, and this is not exactly your everyday teleportation. No, this is transdimensional rifting, as we used to call it back at the acedemy.\" \n\nSharon smirked as he headed over to the other side of the room, opening the window so that the apperatus had a clear view out into the garden - and the great fight going on outside.\n\n\"If all goes well, this will create a rift for our dear guest to fall through - sending her into another world somewhere in the twisting nether... \" Sharon said as he found a bronze box with a brightly red, ornate button attached on the top of it. Removing the protective safety glass case and muttering a quick enchantment that caused the runes on the side of the box to glow with the same hue as that of the rest of the apparatus, the High Elf adjusted his goggles and turned to Kathlin.\n\n\"According to my theory, it's a 76% chance success, and it will save the rest of the district from what could otherwise have been a great rumble... \" Sharon said, before scratching his chin.\n\"Other than that, we just have to hope that we don't dislocate the entire street, or something comes out of the rift from the other end.\"\n\nFurrowing his long, blonde brows over his at this point ridiculous goggles, he quirked a smile as he suddenly held out the trigger box to Kathlin.\n\n\"On a more cheery note... would you do the honors?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
'Blasted deathknights…' Meirie thought when she noticed Malizia was about to lay down on her as the berserker was charging at her back. Mei was just about to make an emergency dash to the side when the deathknight's back suddenly froze half in motion as she seemed to notice something. Mei naturally jumped to the side to avoid late falling of Malizia, before she threw a look to see what the hell was that stopped the giant in her tracks. It was a sentinel! A sentinel holding a human girl… 'Well…well… well… ' Mei wondered, hearing the words said by the sentinel. "That sure is a working distraction…" Mei muttered to herself, her sense of danger triggering up. She knew she should get away from this place as soon as possible. While not a mage, Meirie had a lot of experience with translocation type of magic… aka portals and the like or at least being dragged by those. If nothing else she knew a surge of magic whenever she felt one… She dashed more to the side and then made a gesture for the sentinel to also get away, least she and the human get dragged into by whatever the magicians were planning for dealing with the giant.' I… bloody… hate… this…!!!' Mei thought, before throwing herself at the nearby door and into the mansion, no way she was going to stay outside for this. Not with her tendencies to get affected by portals and the like. Once inside, she reached and slammed the door behind herself, hoping if this was some sort of portal, that it won't pull her also.
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Meirie Leran
Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"HEY! MISTRESS IS NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, MONKEY!\" Lithrielle would exclaim as Liaena suddenly ran off, her purple cheeks gaining a distinct blood red hue!\n\nHowever, as she looked over at Serphia, Lithrielle would immediately frown as she noticed Serphia wasn't really paying the situation any real attention. Opening her mouth a bit, Lithrielle would tilt her head as she eyed her mistress to see if she was all well.\n\n\"Uhhh... mistress Serphia?\"\n\n\"Mmmmhhm... let her go.\" Serphia simply said as she waved her hand towards Lithrielle, motioning for her to calm down.\n\n\"We will let the midget go and try to deal with the giantess problem in the yard herself.\" She continued, turning to give Lithrielle a smile.\n\"If she just so happens to get trampled, eaten or otherwise obliterated by her massively overpowering foe, we will simply deal with the problem ourselves! And if they destroy each other, that's just a win-win for us!\"\n\n\"B-but... \" Lithrielle stammered, looking worried.\n\"What if the giant Draenei wins?\"\n\n\"Go find Naliyah and go see if she doesn't have something in her stash that we cannot use against the Draenei.\"\n\n\"Naliyah?! You can't be serious, mistress!\" \n\n\"Ohhh, I know we can rely on her.\" Serphia smirked as she formed a slight grin with her purple lips looking down at Lithrielle.\n\"Tell her that I know where her Rithrynn is.\"\n\nLithrielle remained silent for a moment, yet her worried expression soon faded into that of a smile as she looked back up at her mistress!\n\n\"Ohhh, that's brilliant! I'll go find her right away, mistress!\"\n\n*\n\nMalizia had already bent over and was in the process of moving over towards the tiny sentinel and Silje, both of whom had nowhere to run now as Mei had already ran past them and shut the door behind them, leaving them outside and alone before the gigantic ebony draenei that was rapidly closing in on them!\n\nThat was, until her head suddenly snapped around at the sound of another beautiful creature... !\n\n\"Could it be? ... \"\n\n\"I don't suppose…you could step away from the screaming human? It would be very nice of you\"\n\nStopping right in her tracks, Malizia would turn around and spot Kathlin! She did look a little bit different, in her heavy protection gear, but even through the heavy guide, her person was unmistakable! Malizia's eyes would widen into star-filled orbs as she smiled with glee!\n\n\"Little mushie-wushie!\" She exclaimed, and in one sudden show of (giant) acrobatics, the giantess had swung around, launched herself across the yard, knocking and tearing up a good number of the trees and bushes in the process, before slamming down on her butt in front of Kathlin and swooping her up in one hand, holding the tiny human up in front of her!\n\n\"I sooo missed you!\" Malizia exclaimed as she looked down at the little human in her hand, her face bright with joy!\n\"I was so worried some of those mean elves might have hurt you!\"\n\nAs Malizia said that, the giant draenei would throw a dirty look down towards the sentinel holding Silje, all the while the Sentinel was slowly trying to inch towards the door to frantically knock on it in hopes that Mei would open!\n\nTurning back to Kathlin with a huge grin, the Draenei would notice the tiny device in the human's hands, before raising a finger and motioning towards it.\n\n\"D'aaaaawwwwhhh! Did you bring that gift for me?\" Malizia would exclaim with a sound of exasperation.\n\"You are soooo wonderful, I could just eat you up, cutiepie!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Wait, what are you doing? You have to stay clear of the target zone!\" Sharon exclaimed as he rushed towards the window that Kathlin had just exited, only to watch the bizarre scene unfold outside in the garden.\n\nSilje, faced with the sight of her monolithic adorer, had; like most rational and normal people would have done under similar circumstances; feinted, and was no longer offering any sort of resistence to the Night Elf holding her. The poor girl's mind had by now retreated to her happy place, free of any crazy Night Elves or giant Draenei.\n\nKathlin, on the other hand, had been snatched up by the massive Draenei, who looked equally busy ogling her as trying to woo her. And that is without to give any kind of mention to her rather problematic choice of words in her expressions!\n\n\"No-no, this is all getting out of hand... !\" Sharon mumbled, slightly hesitant to state the obvious as he beheld the spectacle going on. \n\nA sharp hiss and crackling noise caused him to turn to look back inside of his sanctum, as he watched the magnificent apparatus he had erected was practically boggling with the massive fel energies currently streaming through it. He had not anticipated the firing delay, whereas the fel crystals had continued to feed the apperatus raw, uncontained demonic energies, causing it now to overflow; threatening to rupture at any moment now if it was not allowed to discharge in an orderly fashion!\n\n\"Just my luck!\" Sharon said from below his oversized goggles before pulling them back down onto his eyes, and turning to call out through the window.\n\n\"FORGET ABOUT FINDING THE EXACT PERFECT MOMENT, GIRL! JUST PUSH THE BUTTON, OR WE ARE GOING TO SUFFER A DEMONIC ANOMALY!\" Sharon called out from the window frame down to the girl currently firmly in the Draenei's grasp.\n\n\"GET TO A SAFE DISTANCE AND P,-\"\n\n*CRACKLE*\n*CZZZZ-KZZZTTT!*\n*BROOSH!!*\n\n\"... YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET ABOUT THE SAFE DISTANCE; JUST PUSH THE DAMN BUTTON!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Are you bloody kidding me!" Mei called, feeling the surge of energies. Not really being a magic user of any kind, but still feeling magic quite strongly due whatever the warlocks had done to her, she knew full well to keep as far away from Malizia right now. She wanted to have nothing to do with whatever was going to happen outside! Already being inside the house, she could feel the energies rising still. She quickly opened the door for the ones outside to get inside. "For the Naaru's sake…" She cursed, dashing across the room now that the door to the outside was opened, entering the corridor and slamming the door behind herself, getting deeper into the mansion. As further in as possible, the better for her! That said she did hear Sharon's yell. That did not bode well for whomever had to deal with that device on the yard. "I will so probably going to regret this…" Meirie said to herself as she grabbed a nearby empty glass bottle, one of many that were scattered about the mansion. With her projectile weapon in hand, she dashed towards the nearest window. Once by the window, feeling the magic surge that was going to be released any moment, Mei, took a deep breath, took a stance, aimed carefully and threw the bottle in her hand with full force at Malizia's eye, granted at this distance even Mei's great aim at throwing would have a hard time, hitting a moving target such as the eye of a moving giant Draenei, but as long as she hits anywhere near the eyes( which she was going to happen) The bottle would shatter from the impact, causing the huge annoyance to drop anything she was trying to hold… people included. Once that was done, she jumped back, slamming her back against the wall, praying for whatever was going to happen via the magic that Sharon was doing, won't affect her too. She had enough portals for a lifetime… or a few lifetimes in her case.
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Meirie Leran
Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "*Tink* *Tink* *Tink*\n\nMalizia continued to sit next to and prod the mystical yellow and white shield that had just surrounded the foolhardy guardsmen with a big, red finger, her green, glowing fel eyes narrowed into a thoughtful look as the giant demoness eyed the barrier and the terrified folks inside with a studious expression.\n\nThough the shield was a relatively small dome shape compared to the massive demoness towering above it, preliminary attempts to crush the puny thing had proved... difficult.\n\nUnder any other kind of \"normal\" circumstances, Malizia would have been certain she could have destroyed the petty barrier alongside the hapless fools inside! However, in this case, she knew the caster of said barrier to be none other than the most cutest, most adorable, most loveliest, most hug-e-liest, bestest girl in the entire, whole wide world!\n\n... which obviously meant that the barrier MUST naturally be similarly impressive, I.E impenetrable!\n\n\"I think there is a simpler solution to this... \" Malizia commented with a malicious grin on her face as she eyed the terrified guardsmen through the barrier.\n\nThere was no immediate threat from said guardsmen, as crossbows; whilst powerful, were redicilously slow to reload, usually taking up the majority of a minute. And that being before mentioning the rather obvious fact that most of the guardsmen were utterly terrified, shield or no.\n\nMoving both hands forward, Malizia would dive them both down - but not against the shield. Instead, she aimed under it, digging her large hands into the ground, going below the shield, finding the bottom of the spherical shield, before suddenly pulling it, the guardsmen, and a good chunk of dirt and cobblestone straight up from the ground.\n\n\"Have you boys not learnt to not disturb a girl in her private moment?\" Malizia grinned with wicked glee as she stood up on one knee, before holding the sphere with the soldiers in one hand almost like a bowling ball behind her, and suddenly tossing them to the side, causing the magical barrier to roll down the street towards the canal like a big, glowing bowling ball; the guardsmen being scrambled around inside, their voices of confusion, terror and occasional puking being muffled by the rolling sphere as it crushed anything in its path.\n\n\"Now then... where were we?\"\n\nMalizia said whilst grinding her hands together as if she had just taken out the trash, already moving towards Kathlin's little hiding spot while pretending to not know where the little girl was.\n\n\"Now that that's out of the way, sweetie, how about we continue to consummate our brilliant lo,-\"\n\n\"STOP RIGHT THERE, YOU FOUL DEMON BITCH! THIS IS MY... mmmhh, oh... ahem! - THIS IS MY PROPERTY, AND YOUR FEL ASS IS TRESPASSING!\" \n\nThe giant demoness suddenly turned around to look directly down at Kathlin, hovering over her with a big, tooty grin; when suddenly Serphia's voice could be heard across the garden!\n\nMalizia's face, barely ten feet above Kathlin, would suddenly stop; only to gain a look of supreme annoyance, her eyelids lowering and mouth forming to create a \"I can't believe this shit\" look on her face!\n\nAt the bottom of the mansion, having just stepped outside, would be none other than Serphia herself - now fully clad in her battle raiments, and her twin swords hanging in their sheats on either side of her wide hips! With her black cloak flowing in the ash behind her, she raised one hand to point it accusingly at Malizia's backside as the demoness faced away.\n\nA little bit further up behind, staring out one of the windows, would be Sentinel Lithrielle, holding a heavy flower patterned bag whilst giving the whole scene a worried look.\n\n\"I DEMAND YOU BOW IN SUBMISSION AND PLEA FOR MY FORGIVENESS - I DO NOT TOLERATE INSUBORDINATION, BUT MOST OF ALL, I DO NOT TOLERATE PARTY CRASHERS!!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Master Sharon, I hate to be the bringer of bad news... \" Sounded Friedrick's ever calm and unalarmed tone as the butler could be seen stepping into Sharon's sanctum as the High Elf was frantically moving about the large apparatus in the middle.\n\n\"You wouldn't perchance be referring to the giant demon outside, would you?\" Sharon replied without taking his gaze away from the machine as he was carefully adjusting the screws around the cage holding the fel crystals, as if he was disarming a bomb that could blow up in his face at the slightest of provocations!\n\n\"No, it is not that... \"\n\n\"Let me guess, Liaena has unearthed her emergency stash?\"\n\n\"Not that either, Master Sharon.\"\n\n\"Our dear Captain has gotten wind of my secret liquor storage below the well?\"\n\n\"No, but that's only a matter of time. The matter I bring you Sharon is concerned with the town guard.\" Friedrick finally said, moving his hands together behind his back as he stood upright and watched Sharon.\n\nSharon paused in his work, to finally turn and peer over at his butler while removing the goggles, his azure eyes growing wider.\n\n\"What about the guard?\"\n\n\"I am afraid that our local commander has caught wind of our... situation.\"\n\n\"Good light! Are they here?\"\n\n\"They were, yes. That is until our exalted guest showed them down the street.\"\n\nThere was a moment of pause as Sharon merely looked at Friedrick, squinting his eyes as he tried to make sense of what the butler had last meant. That would be an attempt that Sharon soon would end, however, as he instead focused on more immediate matters.\n\n\"We need to cover this up before they call any further reinforcements!! Mister Friedrick, please call on our favors with the dwarven mining guild! We will need them to cover up this mess! Also, have miss Collins burn some Smokeweed. We need a bigger smoke screen to cover up the show for the rest of the city.\"\n\n\"Sir, are you not forgetting something? ... \"\n\n\" ... \"\n\nSharon looked at Friedrick for a moment, before he glanced over his shoulder and out the window where Malizia sat in the garden outside.\n\n\"Oh, don't worry, I will deal with her. You just get to work on damage control ASAP!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
Mei had stopped midway of collecting weapons to throw when she heard the voice of the night elf captain." Ohh great…" She muttered, throwing a look outside. This was just what they needed! The insane night elf captain to fight the giant demoness in the middle of Stormwind! Actually what was she even thinking, even Serphia alone wouldn't really stand too much of a chance against the new demon, despite being in full battle equipment. Then again Malizia was turn into demon right now so she wouldn't know how to use those skills just yet. "Ohhhh the Naaru protect me…" She finally said, taking a 180 degree turn. There were just so many things she could do right now. Throwing spears at the giant Malizia while it would hurt for Mei's throwing strength was pretty of the charts, it wouldn't really deal with the situation. "Vashi!" Mei suddenly called as she returned to her most favorite night elf in the whole of Azeroth. There were few things the berserker could do from her current position… keyword here being current! She needed a change of location! "Vashi, I need you to teleport me…" The draenei would said and leaned in, whispering her desired location into the night elf's ears. Meirie had one goal, to stop Malizia in her tracks, she'd need to either cause extreme damage… or… go berserk on Malizia's head! She had once pulled this trick with another big deamon and it works! She needed her cute little nelfie to transport her right on top of Malizia's hair form which she could show the new demon a whole new world of pain… "Can you do it?" She asked Vashi." Because the alternative of that plan is to leave your captain in 1v1 with Malizia until master Sharon finally deals with this… FAILURE of unspeakable proportions…" "Well there is also the option of enlarging me, but since there is no potion for that ready and I'm pretty sure no magic user here can cast that spell, it's impossible to persue that option!"
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "Due to their origin, most demons tended to possess either an immunity to fire, or at the very least a heightened resistance and tolerance to it.\n\n\"Huh ... ?\"\n\nUnfortunately, this was a fact that did not occur to Malizia when the giant demoness suddenly paused her little game of \"try-to-grab-the-little-elfie\" as Serphia darted around her torso, only to look down and notice the tiny scraps of clothing still clinging to her body suddenly having caught fire - and burning fiercely!\n\n\"Oh my... OH MY!!\"\n\n\" ... ! FIRE! FIRE!! GET IT OFF-OFF, OFFF!\" Malizia suddenly screamed as she realized she was on fire, and began frantically tip-toeing(or tip-hoofing) across the garden!\n\n\"Just what do you think you're doing?!!\" Shouted one of the Watchers on the roof above Liaena who had been in the middle of drawing an arrow when she had noticed the human girl's shenanigans. Staring down at the girl a level below her, the watcher would give Liaena a dirty look.\n\"Can't you see Mistress has the situation under control?!\"\n\nSerphia, who had grown accustomed to Malizia's slow, cumberstone and predictable 'rationale' moves to catch her, was caught completely off-guard by the sudden jerky, panicked movements from the giant demoness as Malizia began flailing around like mad! The result? Before Serphia even knew what happened, the shoulder she was standing on was no longer below her feet, and instead, the stray back of a big, red arm slapped into her from behind, swatting the Captain away like a bug - her silvery eyes both stunned, surprised, and offering a token glimpse of warning at Liaena standing on the edge of the mansion - before the Captain slammed into a smaller roof of the mansion and fell right through it with a crash!\n\n\"Ai-aii-aiaiia!\" \n\nMalizia screamed as she jumped around, the tiny figure of Lithrielle visible beneath Malizia as the Sentinel darted across the battlefield that had once been Sharon's garden, dodging any trampling hooves and slipped into the mansion's back door!\n\nIn the meantime, Malizia had been wildly clawing at the tiny, burning straps of clothing still left on her body, trying to tear them off! The minor, almost unnoticable discomfort generated by the flames seemed to have been completely ignored by the panicked demoness as she tore off what little clothes she had been wearing, and threw the burning fabric across the garden!\n\nWhile Draenei were excellent sprinters and possessed great leg strength, they had generally lacked flexibility and balance. A fact that became painfully obvious as the panicked Malizia found herself struggling to regain balance in the confined space of the garden, and was staggering backwards towards the mansion!\n\n\"Don't you even as much as think of throwing that secon.... d bottle... ... \" The watcher who had begun berating Liaena from the level above suddenly went quiet when she noticed the shadow that had suddenly fallen over them, only to look up to see the giant demoness as she was rapidly falling in their direction.\n\n\"GODDESS!! CLEAR THE ROOF!!!\"\n\n*\n\n\"Thank you!\" Vashi beamed as she accepted the box from Mei, just in time as the roof above them suddenly broke!\n\n*CRASH*\n\nFalling like a comet through the woodwork above would be none other than Captain Serphia, as she fell back first down into the corridor in a cloud of dust, landing harshly on the ground just five feet away from Vashi and Mei.\n\n\"I... will khh-h-kill... that midget!!\" Serphia spoke with staggered breath as the Captain lay on the floor amidst broken planks and dust, seeming to slip in and out of consciousness!\n\nVashi didn't say a word, instead she stared at the Captain with her mouth wide open in surprise. That was until Lithrielle came running through the corridor, presenting Vashi with another box as she made great efforts to sidestep the Captain!\n\n\"I got them, though I had to take some of it, the shopkeeper wouldn't,- \"\n\n\"Doesn't matter. I'll get to mixing it right away!\" Vashi said as she accepted the second box, before turning to Mei.\n\"Please help the Mistress! We're going to need her in the fight! I'll only need a moment!\"\n\nThe Night Elven magi explained, before she had already kicked in one of the nearby doors and walked in, shutting it behind her before the sound of crackling electricity and occult chanting could be heard from within. Enough to make Lithrielle throw Mei a worried look as the Sentinel glanced between the Draenei and the door...", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "There was always something therapeutic about setting together large sets of complicated apperatus and quasi arcane machinery, even if the situation they were in was by all rights a crisis. Still, was he was making the final adjustments to the maze of tin and copper stilts, mirrors and megascopes that now littered his office, Sharon couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility.\n\n\"It's good to see that my handiwork hasn't decreased in quality since I last built the hexagonal quantum displacement conduit back in Dalaran. Ahh, good times... \"\n\nHowever, there was one teeny weeny fact that did suddenly take Sharon's attention away from his project.\n\nNoticing that the natural light in the room was suddenly disappearing around him, Sharon lifted up his goggles to throw a quizzical look around. There was a trembling in the floor, one that was growing louder and stronger by every second, as if something big and terrible was coming their way!\n\n\"This isn't good!\"\n\nRushing over to the half broken windows of his sanctum and grabbing his staff along the way, he could see the giant backside of Malizia rapidly approaching the north side of the mansion was the giantess was clumsily stepping backwards! He also heard someone call out to evacuate the roof.\n\n\"ANUN E'DELEORA ARYTH!!\"\n\nWith vivid images of bills, property damage and reparations flashing across his eyes, Sharon raised his staff in a desperate effort to create a kinetic field around Malizia that, while probably not enough to prevent all damage, would at least lessen the impact of the giant demoness that was just about to fall onto the north wing of the house!\nA surge of stillness suddenly passed through the air behind the mansion and around Malizia, taking much of the momentum out of the giantess, as her shadow closed in.\n\nHowever, as his eyes passed the side of the northern mansion, Sharon's eyes would suddenly widen as he saw the familiar figure of a black haired girl right in Malizia's path; Liaena!\n\n\"LIAENA, GET OUT OF THERE!\" Sharon called out. Unsure what to do, he proceeded to point his silver battlestaff towards Liaena, as he cast a Boon of Swiftness on the girl, doubling her speed and movement for a short amount of time!\n\nHe had never cast such a spell on Liaena before, and as the giant rear of a giant demoness was descending towards her, there was no time to explain either. Hopefully her new speed wouldn't become too confusing to the little girl...", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
'I have no idea what's what anymore…' Mei thought as Vashi left them in the room, supposedly expecting the draenei to help her captain. The berserker sighed and rolled her eyes as she went to indeed help Serphia." Might as well do it." She stated as she kneeled by the night elf captain to examine her state. "Nothing seems… broken…" She muttered after doing to simple test across the limbs of Serphia. She even checked her ribs just in case. Broken rib could easy puncture internal organs if left unchecked, but it seemed there was no danger of that in this case. Serphia was indeed as sturdy as night elves could be." Heck… she's probably sturdier than most draenei even." Meirie mused as she finished her brief examination. Her sixth sense was kicking in, warning that something really bad was going to happen though. "She's fine… she's just in shock from the fall and crashing through the floors and roof. A little bit of a rest and she'd be back on her feet." The berserker stated and was just about to stand up when she heard some screaming. It was Sharon's voice, screaming at the human girl to get away from somewhere…" What are they doing…?" She wondered and jumped hastily towards the nearby window only to see what the mage was shouting about. "For Naaru's sake… You've got to be kidding me!" Mei shouted, realizing why her instincts were warning her to run." GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS!" She shouted to the sentinel as she dashed backwards towards the deeper parts of the room, grabbing the captain's hand and pulling her away with her. WHY WAS THERE A GIANT DEMON ABOUT TO IMPACT IN THE SIDE OF THE BLOODY BUILDING!? What was going on in this city? She's seen no such insanity nowhere on the front lines in her years of fighting!
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!\"\n\n\"OWWWWH!!\"\n\n*Crash*\n*BOOM*\n\n\"Let me introduce you to my little friend, GRAVITY, BITCH!\"\n\n\"AIII-\"\n*DROOOHHHMM!!*\n\nSerphia's support team/goon squad had long since given up any attempt at interfering with the fight of the two, giant behemoth currently fighting over the piece of dirt that had once been Sharon's garden! Instead, they had taken up a (relatively) safe distance in the surrounding streets and simply gazed up at the ash cloud covered silhouettes of Serphia and Malizia as the two furious women duked it out in a no-holds-barred beatdown of each other!\n\nIn one scene, Malizia charged forward, launching her own head right into Serphia's chest and knocking the gigantic Sentinel Captain into the mansion, promptly making her serve as an oversized wrecking ball that immediately demolished the roof of the east wing!\n\n\"Giving up yet, you little troll?\"\n\n\"You are going to DIE for that!!\"\n\nSerphia retaliated by swiping the feet(hoofs) out from under Malizia, the giant red draenei-demon-thingy falling to the ground with a deep rumble! Malizia answered by jumping onto Serphia, only for Serphia to pull one leg back, place her feet up under Malizia's chest, and push back, causing Malizia to go flying up into the air with a scream!\n\nBack at the mansion ground, Sentinels in various states of clothes or stripping could be seen running out of the front door of the mansion, gathering in a small crowd outside in response to the growing fire.\n\nThere was an awkward pause among the dozens of drunk and half-sober sentinels that had gathered outside of the mansion as they simply stared dumbfounded at the fire spreading in the second floor, before one of them suddenly stepped forward and raised her stolen mug.\n\n\"BEST PARTY EVER!!\"\n\nIn response to the sentinel, the rest of her sisters raised their fists and cried out as well, jumping up and down with their drinks as they cheered on the burning mansion!\nIn the background, angry nightsabers could be seen jumping out of windows of the mansion to escape the fire, before running amok in the streets!\n\n\"WHOOOO-HOOOO!!\"\n\"YEAAH!!\"\n\n...\n\n\"So... where do we go now?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"So are we leaving? I like this plan if you do, Mister Dal'dieb\"\n\nThe High Elf's gaze passed from the curious, strangely optimistic looking Kathlin over to Liaena, then back again.\n\n\"If I said no, I doubt I'd get to the o in that word before Liaena had already dragged me off to Westfall. I'm still not sure if giving her that haste buff was a good idea!\"\n\nSharon privately thought, also unsure whether he should also mention the potential of the spell having taking 1 or 2 years off her life expectancy.\n\n\"Come to think of it, I have always wanted a new place closer to the beach... \" Sharon muttered, moving one hand up to his chin in a thoughtful expression, before he turned to Liaena and Kathlin, and nodded; all the while instinctively bracing himself in case Liaena should decide to run somewhere with him along!\n\n\"Not to speak ill of your skills or anything, but I do believe the barrier I set up is more than a match for a yet so simple apprentice.\" Sharon said as he glanced over at Kathlin. Though Kathlin had never shown anything but t e best intentions and did seem to have an elevated magical potential despite her simple class, Sharon doubted that her skills were enough to contest with that of a long lived High Elf and esteemed student and teacher at the Dalaran academy of magical sorcery!\n\n\"Aran kehn, rahs fuhs.\" Sharon suddenly muttered, before thumping the butt of his silver staff into the ground two times. \n\nFor a moment, a creeping silence ran across the entire mansion like a wave, as the invisible enchantment was dispelled by the utterance of the keyphrase. The only noise was the not-so-subtle noise of the fleeing elves and nightsabers who apparently already had decided it was time to ditch his soon-to-be ex-mansion!\n\n\"One of the first things we were taught at the Institute of Enchantment back at Dalaran was to attach a keyphrase, or password if you will, to our *simpler* wards, so that we could more easily unravel them at a moment's notice than have to go through a lengthy ritual of disenchantment.\" \n\nSharon explained with a smile as he looked over at Kathlin, apparently enjoying any chance he got to show off his superior magical knowledge!\n\n\"Now, I will begin the ritual of teleporta,- thank you, Friedrick.\" \n\nSharon interrupted himself to thank Friedrick as the butler seemingly appeared out of nowhere and handed him a Rune of Teleportation, before the High Elf returned to focusing on his ritual.\n\n\"This is going to take a few seconds, a minute max... any special destination in mind?\" He asked, turning to look over at Liaena with a smile, all the while motioning for them to come closer. However, his confident smile would suddenly fade for a moment, as if the High Elf had just remembered about something.\n\nTurning towards Liaena, he quirked an eyebrow at her.\n\n\"Liaena... aren't we forgetting about someone?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Uhmm... \" Vashi was slightly taken aback by the Draenei's strangely casual tone, especially when one considered what was going on all around them!\n\"I had always wanted to try that strange thing the humies refer to as Fish and Chips. I hear it's quite popular around here for some reason!\" \n\nVashi simply answered, occasionally listening out through the mansion and outside. She did not know whether Mei realised it or not, but as she was a Night Elf, she enjoyed a far better hearing than the Draenei could ever possess. As an immediate result, Vashi got to hear practically... everything... that was going on outside between the two giantesses.\n\n\"Goddess, why did she even have to go and say that?!!\"\n\nVashi thought with a worried mind as she heard Malizia utter the forbidden words around Serphia. It was enough to convince Vashi that if Serphia had ever had any plans of killing the Draenei quickly, those plans had just faded!\n\nBut also, there was a strange odour in the air...\n\nFurrowing her brows and nose, Vashi suddenly cast an inquisitive look at Mei, and then over at the rest of their surroundings.\n\n\"Do you... smell that too?\"\n\nShe asked with an uncertain tone as she landed one silvery eye on Mei, sniffing in the rather ominous coarse, acidic smell that had suddenly entered the air!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Is that so?" Mei asked in a slight surprise, but then again human cuisine was somewhat specific around the world. It had a certain aesthetic appeal that many others lacked. Even draenei food had those dishes that unless one was really certain and determined, one couldn't even try to taste them. Granted every dish was perfected and tasted unique and incredible, but the outer appearance not always could mask the origins of the ingredients. "I will make those to you later then." The draenei stated with a smile, gently holding onto the elf sitting in her lap." The inn I'm staying at has a nice kitchen and the tavern owner has taught me quite a bit about human cuisine, so I would love to prepare you this meal." The berserker stated with a smile, trying to not really mind the overly loud giants outside the mansion. "Do not concern yourself with the Man'ari and your captain outside. We shouldn't meddle with them anymore. Worst case scenario the mages will deal with them soon enough. One cannot simply cause this much chaos inside Stormwind of all places and get away with it." The draenei stated with calm voice. Frankly it just showed how much she gave up on dealing with this nonsense for the moment. If everything else failed, she was just going to eventually deal with them herself, but she REALLY hoped it won't come to that. Then she felt something else… beside the rather familiar burning building smell. A rather bad sixth sense considering portals… like get forcibly pulled through enough of those and you get to sense whenever someone was plotting teleportations or portals or anything involving spacetime manipulation! "Light give me strength…" Mei mumbled as she rapidly stood up, carrying Vashi in her arms as she sped up the stairs, searching for Sharon and the human girls who obviously needed some restraint to be pushed into their heads by a hammer at least. "Don't you dare!" Mei shouted as she dashed through the stairs and corridors, heading towards Sharon's last location.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"It's... not my first dodgy ride through a portal.\" Vashi answered after a short pause, before suddenly hearing Kathlin's voice.\n\"Oh, sorry!\"\n\nWithout delay, the Night Elven mage sprung up to her feet and got off the battered and bruised Draenei! It was not until she had turned around and looked down at Mei that she finally realized just how beat up the Draenei berserker actually was! Whilst the portal journey had only felt mildly uncomfortable for Vashi, it now became obvious why, as the Draenei had clearly taken most of the brunt herself.\n\n\"Typical of Mages to surround their portals with hard stone walls.\"\n\nVashi thought to herself, a bit annoyed and concerned at the same time, as she looked about the room.\n\nThe room...\n\nIt wasn't until now that she fully realized what sort of place they were in, and it was... odd! It was hard for her to even describe what she was seeing as her silvery eyes darted across the dimly lit basement storage/cellar/summoning room. Certain parts of the room looked like it was part of some Gnomish & Dwarven heavy industrial workshop, with cogs, rods and strange contraptions scattered all over the place! \nA heavy industrial workshop that had somehow crashed with an alchemical laboratory to create a chemical catastrophy. And that in addition to the chaos, someone had used the aftermath of the collision as a makeshift library, with scrolls and books strewn haphazardly about the place between bizarre machinery and smoking alchemical stills! \n\n\"I don't think this place is safe... \" Vashi muttered to herself as she observed their surroundings, but mostly the plethora of innumerable safety regulation transgressions. \n\nClearly this abominable workshop was the place all sorts of work environment and health concerns went to die!\n\n\"This won't take a moment….just, don't move for now\"\n\nVashi eventually noticed the little human girl named Kathlin as she crouched down to start working on Mei's wounded shoulder and body. Almost immediately, Vashi could sense Mei's warrior pride & badass side flare to life! However, before Mei had the chance to get up and try to fix her own shoulder, Vashi had already intervened!\n\n\"Yes, it probably is best if we leave it to the medical professionals.\" Vashi was quick to comment as she knelt down next to Kathlin and carefully placed a reassuring hand on Mei's other shoulder, whilst giving the Draenei a smile.\n\"Let the girl do her work. I'm sure she knows what she is doing.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"It'll go on his bill\"\n\nUnder normal circumstances, the aforementioned sentence would have made the High Elf cringe, or at least wince a little bit!\n\nHowever, by now, the part of Sharon's mind that concerned itself with financial means had long gone into a state of severe apathy, having seen his once glorious mansion ravaged. First there had been Liaena's little lab, a minor nuisance with only a small chance of blowing up the mansion. Then it had been invaded by a band of barbaric, no-good Night Elves, only to be finally toppled by two giantesses deciding to play out the year's greatest smackdown right on top of his house!\n\n\"Sure sure, I'll pay... \" Sharon more mumbled than answered as he gave an acknowledging wave of his hand in the general direction of Liaena and Gimpsy behind him, even though by then, Liaena had already zoomed off with Gimpsy through the shop.\n\n\"Numbing potion please\"\n\n\"Numbing potion. That would be another 4 gold... \"\n\n\"I got this.\" Sharon suddenly answered as he turned towards the two girls surrounding the fallen Draenei warrioress. Walking up to them, Sharon muttered a few words of enchantment before he placed his palm on Mei's head. With an instant, Mei could feel an overwhelming sense of drowsiness and lethargy fall over her, as if her body was all of a sudden ready to go to sleep, which only grew more pertinent by the second!\n\nTurning to look to Kathlin, Sharon motioned towards Mei.\n\n\"With someone as sturdy as her, I give you few minutes max before she wakes up, so work fast.\"\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"Your timing is PERFECT! We just got a new stock yesterday, and I have been working on a new line of products that I intend to launch in th following days! However, I've decided to give you a sneak peak at just some of the models!\" Gimpsy spoke fast and sharp, her mouth constantly going as her little legs moved between a fast jog and sprint as she went through the shop with Liaena, picking out ingredients and utensils for Liaena before the black haired girl even would have a chance to mention their full names. \n\nWhich was an impressive feat in itself, given the haste spell still in effect on Liaena.\n\n\"On that shelf over there, you see the S.F.S, or Solid-Form-Solution,\" Gimpsy said as she pointed at one of the shelves above her at a strange, box like copper device with a strange set of tubing on top of it.\n\"Tired of having your potions stuck in liquid form? Simply add them to that device and it'll spray a proper potion and its effects across a 10ft radius!\"\n\nGimpsy said, offhandly grabbing another box of vials and shoving them into Liaena's arms as the Gnome suddenly got a thoughtful look on her face.\n\n\"I've also been working on a device I call the Rock-It-Pack,\" She muttered, pointing at another metal backpack shaped device with two downwards thrusters sitting on another set of shelves a little further away.\n\"But I still haven't solved the problem of Gluteus Incineratus that tends to happen during its use, mostly involving the operator scorching his backside.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
Mei pretty much realized she was not in the greatest of conditions right now. Her body had taken quite the impact from first the magic shield they put around the other end of the portal and then from the impact on the stone wall. The dislocated shoulder was her least of worries and she was about to put it back in place by herself when the human girl decided to help her. She didn't need any numbing potions with this, but Vashi smartly intervened to stop her from acting on her own with fixing her dislocated bones. "Fine... I will leave it to those who have better training in the medicine arts than myself..." Mei barely stated when she was hit by the sleeping spell from Sharon. Now that was not something she enjoyed very much. Her whole mind was as if suddenly swallowed by a dark abyss, her body started to feel increasingly tired by the moment until she could barely keep her eyelids open anymore. She had to give it to the mage that his sleeping spells were pretty darn good if nothing else. What was also a fact though was Meirie's incredible willpower and pure damned stubborness. She hang to the last threads of consciousness of hers as the spell was trying to put her to sleep. Her eyes were almost close, but she was still partially awake to a point at least. She could barely gather information about her surroundings as her sight was blurred and her mind was mostly preoccupied with keeping awake.'I ...wa...nt... to... st...a...y... a..wa..k.... … … .. e.' She thought, her left arm slightly moving with struggles to reach Vashi. "I... noooo s....lee...p....y... "She managed to let out a low moan. It was going to take a little bit more before she starts to snap out of it, but she was hanging on. Warriors of great willpower could resist sleeping spells in some cases multiple stacked on them, but her condition wasn't great with all the abuse her body took today and right now all the wounds. "Clo...se.. portal..." Was the sentence that she did finally managed to say mostly comfortably understandable. Portals could be traced and she didn't want that. At least though the giant ones couldn't pass through the small portals.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"You're probably right... \" Vashi murmured as she eyed Mei with a look of concern, before she produced a small rag from her bag as she cast a light frost spell on it. Holding it over Mei, she gently placed it over her targeted shoulder. \n\nThe cold should presumable help ease any discomfort and help with recovery, and probably make her wake up sooner, following the logic of the age old tradition of showering someone fast asleep with an ice cold bucket.\n\n\"Mistress made me do that one too many times... at least she saw some use with my magic.\"\n\nHowever, as much as she wanted to stick around Mei, there was also the fact that they were currently in a highly dangerous workshop that could only be described as an alchemical tinderbox that threatened to blow up without a warning at any moment!\n\nIt was time to find the complaint department...\n\n\"Miss Gnome, I must have a word with you!\" Vashi finally got to her feet, her trinkets and baubles clattering about as she turned around to track down the group.\n\nHowever, before she could find that abject Gimpsy, she would overhear the conversation between Liaena and Sharon.\n\nPausing, Vashi's eyes suddenly darted between Mei, Liaena, and Sharon, only to rest at the black haired girl. With a ponderous look passing over her face for a moment, she suddenly raised a smile at Liaena as she curled a pair of fingers through her turquoise blue hair suggestively.\n\n\"I... may have a subject sample.\" Vashi added with a surprisingly casual tone, her eyes innocently drifting off to the side as she spoke towards Liaena.\n\n*\n\n\"Grrrrrr.... \"\n\n\"Oh, for the last time, I've told you time and time again, the kitchen is off limits!\" Miss Collinz tone could suddenly be heard across the devastated kitchen as the elderly woman stepped into it, carrying a heavy iron cauldron filled with boiling stew as she gave the giant, purple face of Serphia currently wedged in the room a stern look.\n\"Look at this mess! Half the kitchen is gone! How will I ever complete the evening desserts?!\"\n\n\"Wha... \"\n\n*BOP*\n\nHaving just put down the cauldron, Miss Collinz gave Serphia's huge face a bop on the nose with her ladle. Two huge, silvery eyes blinked in perplexing down at the small human. Had this weak, little & minuscule humie just attacked her with a kitchen utensil?!\n\n...\n\n\"Well, she does make quite good food.\"\n\nA brief, inner dialogue suddenly occurred within Serphia's mind as she considered the recent offense. However, she decided to let it slide. The human DID have her uses. And she was quite good at them to booth!\n\n\"My apologies, Master of the Kitchen. I am currently saving this mansion.\" Serphia apologized, a heavy tone of hesitation in her voice, which was as close to a genuine excuse as a human could ever expect from the currently oversized, giant Captain.\n\"However, if you ever need a reference in the future, you can add me! I commend you on your wor,- \"\n\n\"And here comes the ROUNDHOUSE KI,-\"\n\n\" ... sorry, I need to take this!\"\n\nAnd as Malizia's booming voice could be heard throughout the house, the giant Serphia would throw herself back out of the house and spin around, narrowly deflecting a roundhouse kick from Malizia's hoof that disintegrated at least two guest rooms in Sharon's mansion, before the Captain kicked horizontally at Malizia's remaining foot, swiping it out from beneath her as the giant demoness came crashing down with a loud bang!\n\n\"It's round two, bitch!\" Serphia sneered as she threw herself at her fallen foe!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"I think we both might do well with a low profile.\" The High Elf said with a thoughtful tone as he eyed them.\n\n\"The Mage District is in so much chaos that nothing short of an invasion could have make it any worse. Whilst we are probably going have to deal with the civil aspect of this mess at one point, right now I do not have any plans of explaining myself.\" Sharon nodded, suddenly getting an idea.\n\"And Friedrick could probably forge an alibi for me that I was on vacation when it happened, starting yesterday. As for who'll catch the blame well... \" \n\nSharon chuckled for a moment.\n\n\"There just so happens to be a building sized giant demon currently running loose in the Mage District. Putting the blame on her should be relatively easy. I don't think she'll be testifying in any court any time soon. Though it might be more difficult to excuse the Captain... \"\n\nWhilst Sharon was pondering on what to do with the Captain, they were suddenly approached by Vashi. Sharon eyed the Night Elven magi and the way she toyed with her hair, but a hesitation fell upon the High Elf's face.\n\n\"I don't think neither a Night Elf or a Draenei would be that low key at the moment... especially considering that there was a giant Night Elf and giant Draenei just duking it out over in my back yard.\"\nRaising an eye and a smile at Liaena, he nodded at her.\n\"Any disguise might work for you if we simply fix the story that you got blown up in a blast. I don't think it'd be hard to sell.\"\n\nPausing, Sharon took a moment and considered the options.\nMagic was dangerous to use. Both the local guard & Sherpa's men were no strangers to the ways of magic, whether it be to disguise himself or teleport. It was possible, but would be risky.\nIf Rithrynn was here, going completely off the radar would probably be very easy. Although it would have been a method he'd not be too fond of, and he doubted Liaena would like it any more than he would. Then, of course, was the very fact that Rithrynn was in a very difficult place to reach right now, rendering said option even more problematic!\n\nThere was also the option of the transmogrify potion, but who to pose as?\n\n\"I'm open for suggestions... as long as they are above average level of attractiveness.\" Sharon eventually conceded, doubting that Liaena would accept a simple glasses and mustachio costume. \n\n\"Ohhh, are you SURE you don't want to buy one of my random bags of goodies?! 10 random potions for just one third of the price! Some of my sis Mipsy's leftovers!\" Gimpsy's voice suddenly sounded throughout the workshop, closely followed by a tremendous crash from behind the shop as it sounded as if the gnome had just initiated an avalanche of junk in the storage room!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
Meirie struggled for a little while longer before her head finally relaxed as the spell overtook her and put her unconscious. It really wasn't going to work for too long though. Luckily it seemed that Kathlin was rather good at what she did and the draenei's shoulder was quickly put back into it's place. The moment that happened, Mei's rather strong muscles were already back into place, keeping the shoulder secured on it's place. There was a lot the draenei could do with her muscles alone and she had put quite some effort into mastering her own body. This though was just a thing that happened naturally when one's muscles were as well developed and sculpted by training like Mei's were. Suddenly as expected Mei's eyes started to open again. She let out a low groan, feeling a rather nice cooling sensation at her shoulder. She threw a glance at her wounded shoulder that was no feeling so comfortable cool. For her surprise she found was a piece of cloth that letting out cold sensation. Surely the work of magic. The draenei smiled, inwardly sure it was Vashi's handywork! She liked it and was going to keep it for quite a while longer. "Hey… nice work." Mei then stated as she looked at Kathlin. The draenei realized the human girl had indeed did well in her craft. It wasn't unusual to meet healers who could do the not magical side of the craft, but it was nice to meet ones who showed such proficiency at it! She had certainly done it better than Mei would have self fix her shoulder. That coupled with Vashi's ice compress meant the berserker's shoulder already felt in very working condition." Still I guess I should use my other arm for a while huh?" She asked, slowly standing up, showing her quick recuperation from the spell effects. "If you transmogrify… do so into a human. It will be a lot easier to trick anyone who try to stop you for questioning if you look like a human." The draenei stated, joining in the conversation." Also preferably be dressed like commoners… you two should be able to pose as newly weds or something like that on their way to their new home."
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\" Also preferably be dressed like commoners… you two should be able to pose as newly weds or something like that on their way to their new home.\"\n\n\"That would be so addoowhable!\" Vashi would suddenly exclaim as she clasped her hands together as she gazed at Sharon and Liaena with big eyes, before her enthusiasm was suddenly replaced by a contemplative look!\n\" ... but it would also be the completely opposite of subtlety... \"\n\nVashi muttered as she squinted one eye at Liaena and Sharon, as if trying to size them up and imagine how they would fit in some funny human wedding dresses! The Night Elven magi had never seen a human wedding before, although she had heard some things about them. Perhaps most importantly, where there was a human wedding, there was always, most definitely CAKE!\n\n\" ... are you guys married already?\" Vashi suddenly asked, turning to Sharon and Liaena as she gave the two of them a >VERY< inquisitive look!\n\n*\n\n\"This is too easy! You give demons everywhere a bad name - as if that was somehow even possible!\" Serphia proclaimed as she laughed haughtily at Malizia, the giant demon having taken her place of being face first into the mansion and staring right at Collin's kitchen!\n\n\"Mistress! That vile squid face still has moi Aleena!\"\n\n\"What?!\" The giant Night Elven Captain suddenly paused to look down towards one of the few mansion balconies that were still intact, at a Lithrielle frantically waving her arms up at her and pointing towards the stunned demoness at her feet. Serphia squinted an eye at Lithrielle, before her silvery eyes followed the motions of Lithrielle's mad gestures - to finally land on the two giant, big red buttocks of Malizia currently wobbling around in the air as the giant demoness tried to free her head. A task her horns did not make easier!\n\n\"I think I know where you mean... \" Serphia muttered, as her purple lips turned into an absolutely vicious grin!\n\n...\n\n\"Mwfeeh! As soon as I get free, I am going t,- aaAAAAAAHHHHH!\"\n\n\"Mistress, you saved me!!\n\nThe struggling noises coming from Malizia would suddenly be replaced by a deep, shuddering gasp of pure rapture as Serphia could be seen standing high over her rear, holding a freshly freed Aleena in her grip! Eying her little sentinel with a wicked expression, Serphia would raise an eyebrow casually at her.\n\n\"Tell me, Sentinel Aleena, weren't you my promised slayer of big beasties! Hmmm?\"\n\n\"Well, I... uhmm... \" Aleena stammered for a moment, pausing.\n\"It was a classic rear attack maneuver, mistress! I almost had her!\"\n\n\"Ohh, sorry then. Let me put you back inside... \"\n\n\"OH-NO-NONO, mistress! It's all fine out here! The fresh air just gave me some new ideas!!!\" Aleena quickly clarified as she waved her arms frantically at her Captain's smug face. Serphia enjoyed this in no small part, but before she could gloat any further, she noticed as Malizia suddenly shot a hoof out against her!\n\nDeftly dodging the backward kick, Serphia merely chuckled as Malizia managed to pull her head out of the rubble of the mansion and come in with a wide haymaker! Serphia moved her arm forward to prepare to meet her, but suddenly... something happened.\n\nThe big, red incoming fist of the demoness was suddenly rapidly growing in size, becoming bigger and bigger! And so was Aleena, suddenly too big to be held in her grasp. A quizzical expression, followed by a very concerned expression dawned on Serphia's face, and it was only too late that she realized what was actually going on.\n\n\"Mistress, look ou,-\"\n\n*SMACK!*\n\nAs both she and Aleena were hit by the red truck that was Malizia's giant fist, Serphia's world would be turned upside down as the once confident Captain was blown away; up side down; out across the city, the High Elf's mansion and the giant red horned woman becoming smaller and smaller as the two Night Elves flew across the horizon!\n\nUsing all the strength she could muster, Serphia would grit her teeth and utter some final words of spite.\n\n\"Vashi, if I ever see you again, there will be divine retribution to pay!!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "There was an obvious stall from the High Elf as the idea of turning themselves into mice began to proliferate through the room.\n\n\"Erheemmm... \" Sharon uttered as he visibly pulled in one of the lower edges of his cape whilst gazing back at Kathlin and Liaena, as he looked about at them. There was no attempt at a poker face from the High Elf as he most certainly did not seem enthusiastic about the whole prospect.\n\n\"What is wrong with a good old invisibility spell now again? Not to mention I really can't cast spells as a mice, so if we were to suddenly need an impromptu fireball... \"\n\n\"Plus, I don't think I'm quite ready for the furry parade just yet!\"\n\n\" ... are you guys married already?\"\n\nThe lower cheek of Sharon's face visibly contracted in discomfort when he heard the voice of Vashi, as he subtly raised one eye to stare at the Night Elf mage.\n\n\"This conversation is getting out of hand! I pray to the light, please, send help!\"\n\nSharon gritted his teeth as he prepared himself to answer Vashi, when suddenly a distant scream made him raise a brow in surprise and look up towards the roof. Just in time, as soon a heavy crash could be heard from the floor above, before suddenly the roof above their heads cracked and broke as a two purple bodies would fall through the roof and into the shop!\n\n\"It's the SKY ELVES! MY THEORY WAS CORRECT! AAHHH, THEY HAVE COME TO KIDNAP ME!\" Gimpsy's terrified voice would suddenly be heard across the shop as the little gnome immediately threw herself into the nearest cover.\n\nSharon, however, was not as surprised, as he looked down at a pair of dusty, disheveled Serphia and Aleena as they lay on the ground, having successfully wrecked one fifth of the workshop in their entry, and groaning on the floor.\n\nNonetheless, he could not help but let out a slight sigh of relief.\n\n\"No, unfortunately I think you need to question the validity of the empirical material.\" Sharon added as an aftertthought to Gimpsy's earlier proclamation, as he motioned towards the two fallen women.\n\n\"It's just Night Elves... \"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Best place to hide a tree is in a forest. The same with books, if you need a book hidden hide it in a library. In this case you need a person hidden, just hide it among other people. We are in human territory after all, a few humans here and there won't attract that much attention as you think. Travelers go between cities and villages all the time, people travel from place to place for days off, some return to their villages of birth, some go away from the capital to simply search their luck or to escape the busy life at the city." The draenei explained to Vashi why hidding as humans were the best idea. For some reason her cute little night elf was very interested in Sharon's and Li's relationship status. Not that it wasn't interesting, but now probably was not the time to ask those questions. Then again when it came to night elves, the time and place to do stuff didn't matter as they by origin didn't consider those things. When it came to nelfies it was always whatever whenever sort of behavior, but in Vashi's case it made her look just that much more adorable! "Wait.. what is this sound?" Meirie asked, noticing a certain distant screams that were getting stronger and stronger. Then the impact happened and moments later two lumps of flesh crashed down. Well night elves, whatever whenever... point proven! It was at that moment that the draenei berserker recognized the night elves." QUICK! HIDE THE DAMAGE ON THE BUILDING WITH MAGICAL ILLUSIONS!" She shouted towards Vashi and Sharon as knew that Malizia wouldn't simply leave her pray escape easily." Hurry, before we have a giant uninvitited guest of the fel variety!" She stated, slowly attempting to get up on her legs in case a fight was about to break out. If the mages hid the damages, the demon wouldn't have a way to actually discern which was the place that the night elves crashed, effectively protecting them from the demon's actions.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"Where is the demon? Is she still Cathedral sized!?\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"I'd hope you managed to make her hurt for this, at least\"\n\nA low but deep groan disguised as a growl emanated from Serphia, as slowly but surely, the Captain started to move again after her recent painful but still so very epic entrance!\n\nOpening one silvery eye to discover the source of the incessant questions, Serphia would zero in on the small, black haired human girl standing over her and looking down at her, not with so much concern for her well being than a dose of curiosity mixed with annoyance at the situation.\n\n\"I would have... \" Serphia growled in a deep voice as she sat up, a layer of dust falling from her person as she did so.\n\n\"Mistress, you are okay! I'm so glad to see,-\"\n\n\" ... if not for a certain half-rate useless potion that stopped working the moment before I could execute my finishing combo... !\"\n\nAnd with those words, Serphia's eyes eyes trailed across the room to land on Vashi, the turqoise haired Night Elven mage stopping right in her tracks; before shrinking away behind Mei as if hoping to vanish from Serphia's piercing gaze.\n\n*Cough* \n*Wheeze*\n\"Mish-mistress.... I can't... breaaaathe... !\"\n\nSuddenly sounded the painful voice of Sentinel Aleena, coming from below Serphia. Fortunately for Vashi, it was at that moment Serphia would take her attention away from her to notice the unfortunate Aleena whom had inadvertently been turned in a collision cushion for the large Captain during the fall, and currently trapped under the Captain's own large and well trained rear!\n\n\"Thank you, Aleena. At least you covered for me!\" Serphia said with a dangerous voice, eyeing no one in particular though meaning otherwise as she got off Aleena who let out a desperate gasp for air as she rolled over.\n\nStanding up, Serphia couldn't help but feel a sense of nakedness. \n\nThis was not so much because of the fact that the Captain was still completely naked after her scuffle with Malizia, sans armor or clothes. However, it was more related to the fact that as she reached some itchy fingers down to her waist, she could not feel her sabers nor daggers, not even her plated gauntlets with some lustrous \"pain-ridges\" cut into the forward fist area. Although her trained fist and legs could be considered weapons in their own right, the Captain felt nonetheless uncomfortable not having one of her favored tools of murder within arm's reach!\n\n\"I need some wargear! ... GNOME!\" Serphia suddenly pointed at Gimpsy.\n\"In the absence of some proper gear, you have just been elected for the rare honor of equipping a proud warrior of the Keldorei! Bring me your best equipment! As the goddess as my witness, I am on a righteous quest of vengeance!\"\n\n...\n\n\" ... and you can put the tab on the High Elf.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"It should take but a moment.\" Sharon explained with a confident smile in response to Mei's concern as the High Elf turned to point his staff at the roof, channeling an illusion enchantment across the roof to make it look intact. A slight shimmer would appear above their heads in the roof as the magical light started to take the shape of a perfect image of a fully-in-tact roof.\n\nAs long as no one had the ability to detect magic or was unfortunate enough to step on the illusion, it should be virtually undetectable to the human, even elven eye.\n\nThe whole performance was done with a great degree of calm by Sharon. The fact that they were on the run from a massive, gigantic demon; the fact that two Night Elves had just come crashing through the roof without warning; or the fact that there was currently a completely naked 8ft tall Amazonian lady standing in the shop, did not seem to phase him much. It was not so much only his experience with Liaena's shenanigans or Rithrynn's warband that had made him inured to the zany events around him, as he liked to contribute much of that mental resilience to his general centuries of life and extravagant lifestyle.\n\nHowever, the High Elf's seeming calm would be broken when he suddenly heard Serphia slam down the bill on his tab!\n\n\" ... and you can put the tab on the High Elf!\"\n\n\"Now hold on a second!\" Sharon abruptly proclaimed as he turned around to glare at Serphia with his azure blue eyes, ignoring the dollar signs that just appeared in Gimpsy's eyes, whilst still pointing his staff as he continued to channel the illusion spell offhandly. \n\n\"I am not going to cover for your tab at every occasion, my dear 'mistress'! I am not your personal sponsor! If you couldn't even defeat that demon; which by the way is hardly one third cathedral size, so don't pat yourself on the back quite so much; while your ass was large enough to sink an orcish warship, I hardly believe any amount of wargear is going to give you a fighting chance against your nemesis!\"\n\nSharon was quick to call out. However, this was also the time when the rational part of his brain just kicked in, and the High Elf leaned backwards as he suddenly became the center of focus of the Captain's glare!\n\n\" ... maybe I should have just paid the bill.\"\n\nSharon privately thought to himself, secretly cursing his sudden outburst. However, in order to avert disaster, he later added.\n\n\"I know both me and Liaena are in the room with you, but we are all on the run. Surely you could just have your lieutenant requisition some new gear, or send your warband out... they seem to have a natural aptitude for pillaging and raiding the property of others.\"\n\nSharon said with a much more calm voice, secretly trying to look away from the Captain, whilst hoping the name dropping and mention of lieutenant would serve as an incentivizer for Rithrynn, perhaps even Falere, to \"calm\" their Captain before Sharon would suddenly fly out the nearest window!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
Mei stood up like a tall wall between Serphia and Vashi now. The captain seemed more focused on the other sentinel and the fact she lacked any equipment now as she had decided to demand weapons and so on from the gnome in who's shop they were in. Not hte best tactic as gnome shops rarely had in stock proper weapons for warriors and even more so night elves. The draenei sighed and shook her head." This is a tinkerer's shop, captain. You won't exactly find weapons to your taste here unless you are versed in engeneering creations." The draenei stated to Serphia and looked at Sharon. "Master Sharon, what's the chance for you to open a portal to the Stormwind's bank?" She asked with inquisitive expression." I have put in storage a considerable amount of my old equipment. I could easily arm the captain here and myself, not to mention a certain amount of potions that I massed when I was still on active duty." She stated and looked a the human girl who seemed a huge fan of potions." While probably nothing to the degree you seemed to possess, but still should come in handy. I hardly drank any of them since they were given to me by a crazy gnome alchemist that was part of my old group. You may be able to make heads and tails from them since i have no idea what half of htem do." "And finally there's the..." Mei started to say when suddenly she stopped and made a confused expression. Finally she closed her mouth as if deciding whatever she was about to say was better left untold. Yeah... mentioning those explosives she had was not a good idea.... "Anyhow beside that we should really think of a way to deal with the giant demon rampaging in Stormwind cause with her there even if you manage to escape the city, she'd be pretty fast on catchign up with you if you're found out." Mei stated, wondering about hte temporary giant potion she had. There was always the possibility of just drinking that and askign Vashi and Sharon to open a portal to the Naaru know where. With Mei's body condition as long as she held onto the demon, both of them would get pulled into the portal.
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Meirie Leran
Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"What... did you say?!\"\n\nA visible vein would suddenly pop in Serphia's forehead! For a moment, Serphia visually imagined for herself how she could kill the High Elf on the spot using the six nearest objects. Said objects being a big brass rod, a spanner, a mining pick, a teacup, an iron, and of course the Gnome Gimpsy herself.\n\nYet the murderous look on her face would soon give way to a reddish blush as she felt a renewed vigor from Rithrynn, deep inside of her butt, who had suddenly become agitated!\n\nSwaying her hips, she'd turn to look down at Sharon, attempting, but also clearly failing, at keeping a stern, authoritarian expression between the look of comfort and delight.\n\n\"Just you... watch your mouth, High Elf.\" She more mumbled than said, before taking a moment to straighten up to help inch the hapless Rithrynn a bit further, enjoying every second of it; before the murderous part of her brain again reminded her that she had still lost to that demon, and so slumped her big butt down onto a nearby crate!\n\n\"Mistress... are you,\"\n\n\"We have a demon to slay!\" Serphia quickly stated, raising a hand.\n\"Or, more precisely; I have a demon to slay! Whoever brings her down, remember that I will have the kill!\"\n\n\" ... are you sure charging at it again is going to work?\" Aleena muttered carefully from the sideline, the Sentinel apparently having recovered from her unfortunate role as collision pillow for her large mistress!\n\n\"Yes! ... no, actually, I am thinking of an ambush while it's busy terrorizing the silly apes in this city.\" Serphia muttered, gaining a modicum of thoughtfulness on her face.\n\nShe knew a thousand different ways to kill an Orc. But a more than 50ft plus tall giant demoness DID tend to limit the number of available approaches!\n\nShe doubted any of the mages in the room alone had the firepower to kill the giant demoness. But even if they had, she'd never let them steal her kill!\nSo it would be a matter of restraining the demoness, or hold her in place long enough for her to deliver the killing blow! But to deliver an effective killing blow against something that big, she'd need a big weapon. A sanctified weapon.\n\n\"I never thought I'd ever miss our Moon Priestess... \"\n\n\"Sentine Aleena!\"\n\n\"Yes, mistress!\"\n\n\"Go to the humie Cathedral and bring me the biggest, holiest; by blasphemous human standards; and spikiest thing you can find! And you,\"\n\nSerphia turned to narrow her silvery eyes on Mei.\n\n\"What exactly sort of stuff is in that vault of yours?\" Serphia asked with a dangerously inquisitive look on her face, a look both cold and analytical, with a frightening, murderous intent hidden behind the crystal clear features of her eyes. But before Mei could even give her an answer, Serphia's left ear would suddenly twitch, her elven hearing picking up on something, as Serphia's eyes suddenly darted over to Liaena and Kathlin.\n\n\" ... what's that about a love potion I keep hearing about?!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "There was a mixture of both relief and guilt that washed over the High Elf when Rithrynn took the bait, and Serphia's ire slowly drifted away, overtaken by more sensual matters...\n\n\"At this point, I have no idea if we'll even be able to get Rithrynn out the situation she's gotten herself in.\" \n\nSharon thought to himself as he cast a glance towards the Captain's large, curvacious butt that was threatening to destroy the crate below it at any moment. That was, before he rolled his eyes over to Liaena.\n\n\" ... or rather, the situation you got her into.\"\n\nThe High Elf didn't speak or say anything. However, his eyes were nonetheless in a clear frown as he eyed the girl, making the message behind his expression quite obvious.\n\n\"I won't be ordered around by a long-eared blueberry!\" Gimpsy squeaked as she folded her arms defiantly, before straightening herself up to stand at the (relatively) more imposing height of three feet! However, given the Captain's critical state of undress, and Gimpsy's point of view, the Gnome had gotten a front seat view to all of the Captain's shenanigans ever since she arrived, and it was obvious in the way she squinted her eyes!\n\"But I'll give you some stuff for free if it just means you would PLEASE dress up like a normal, non-elf person!\"\n\nGimpsy conceded as she closed one eye and pointed at a nearby shelf of used adventuring equipment, labeled \"SALE\", \"SALE\" and \"SALE\" all over.\n\n\"You don't have any of those old mana crystals I sold you a couple of months ago still lying around, do you?\" He asked as he turned to look towards Gimpsy. Yet he did not have time to wait for the Gnome's response before he suddenly heard a very alarming sentence snapped out from Serphia!\n\n\" ... what's that about a love potion I keep hearing about?!\" \n\n\"Uh-oh.\"\n\nChoosing to stay quiet, Sharon turned to give Liaena a look from behind Serphia, a look that said less so \"Are you going to be alright with this?\", and more something along the lines of; \"Are you going to be able to avert a possible diplomatic catastrophe of the century?\"!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"The usual things someone tends to pick up over the years of fighting demonic invasions..." Mei replied with a frown." A few enchanted swords... some cursed ones, some different pieces and sets of armor. Mostly interesting ones I've found over the years. Still the majority of my... collection's in the Exodar vaults, here in Stormwind, I only have very few items, but ones that should be enough..." The draenei explained." There are some enchanted armor pieces among the 3 armor sets and also about 4 different enchanted swords... Now that I think about it, I should have sold one last month when I was in debt... Ohh well..." "Nothing much, Captain Serphia." Mei stated as she leaned on a wall nearby." You just got kind of hit by one earlier... and the giant demon currently rampaging outside also did with another." The draenei added with a shrug of her shoulders as she looked at the adventuring gear that the gnome offered for the night elf for free. "Well in theory we can leave the local authorities to deal with the demon now... She's after all a danger to society so the guards, army, magicians and everyone else able and paid to will be figthing her before long. We CAN just lay low for a few hours until it's done with, but I don't want to do that. What we need to do is pull Malizia AWAY from the city. As long as we get her outside the walls and preferably far enough to use explosions and other things of destructive nature, we can deal with her properly." "Problem will be how to get her outside the walls..."
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"What's this about a Love Potion I keep hearing about!?\"\n\n\"Just an accidental advantage, Captain\" Liaena responded easily with only a moment's hesitation. \n\nThe two apprentice priestess's exchanged a glance, communicating the stares of 'you suck' and 'bite me' instantly and silently. It will be left to the reader to determine which girl was responsible for which. \n\n\"You see, that demon is infatuated with my friend here\" Liaena pointed at Kathlin, who had by this point adopted a resigned expression as Serphia's gaze bore down on her. \"As it stands, it will make trying to locate her a high priority – which gives the option of luring it into a location of your choosing. For…your ultimate victory, no doubt\"\n\n\"We should get her out of the city at least.\" Kathlin finally spoke up at this point to nod at the Draenei. \"Mei is right about that. She's going to cause chaos until the paladins can get to her, and I don't think they were ready to mobilise for such a…instantaneous invasion.\"\n\nThe girl turned to look at Serphia. \"The Cathedral won't lend you any sanctified weapons, sorry. They only allow those they deem worthy to carry them….and I doubt you'll make the cut, I'm afraid\"\n\nAn ominous silence fell for a moment as the Captain eyes turned a shade further crimson, before the girl continued. \"But, I can bless your weapon. It's not anywhere near the same as a truly pure blade and it'll eventually wear off….but it should make it more effective against undead and demons in the short term\"\n\n...\n\n\"I think.\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Your blasphemous magic shall not touch the venerated steel of the Keldorei!\"\n\nSerphia was quick to claim with a loud voice, leveling a dangerous finger to point it directly at Kathlin!\n\nBut it only took a moment for the Captain to forget her righteous fury and remember that she was in fact standing in front of them butt naked, sans any noble Keldorei weapon. And the shop in question housing quite the wide diaspora of different items that could theoretically be turned into weapons of violence and murder.\n\nSuddenly placing her hands on her hips and visibly looking away and to the side, breaking eye contact with Kathlin for a moment, the Captain would then add;\n\n\"Buuuut I can make a compromise if it simply human or gnomish steel that you choose to defile.\" Serphia said, as the towering Night Elven warrioress eyed a long, 10ft tall old pike lying in the corner of the shop with murderous ingenuity. \n\nIn Serphia's mind, countless thoughts of death and murder were playing themselves out in her mental murder arena, as they usually did when she was not eating or enjoying the \"compansionship\" of an unfortunate sentinel. She did not care much for any collateral damage the giant demoness might cause. After all, no self-respecting Night Elf would ever willingly choose to live in this ape city, beyond a brief vacation! However, if they did manage to get the demoness out of the city, it would at least mean there'd be less dumb monkeys getting in their way!\n\n\"Very well!\" Serphia then concluded, her authoritarian demeanor suddenly kicking back in as she looked across the rest of the group as Sentinel Aleena positioned herself carefully to her Captain's side.\n\"It is settled then! We will use this brave little humie to lure our foolish, love-stricken enemy out of the city's borders to defeat her there!\" \n\nSerphia said as she pointed down at Kathlin, before her Finger of Command suddenly switched to Liaena.\n\n\"You will make sure that our lure is not outrun and snatched up by her pursuer before they have left the city, as currently, our pursuer has a greater than a hundred times our bait's leg span and I will not put my inevitable and glorious triumph in the balance by having you try to outrun a giant demon on your own! As for you two... \"\n\nSerphia's eyes turned then to Sharon and Vashi, narrowing down on the two magi.\n\n\"You will suppress the demon, hold it down and prevent her escape once we have sprung the trap - and to finally aid in my glorious kill on the wretched fiend!\"\n\n\"Yes, mistress!\" Vashi was quick to get into her instinctive salute pose as the Captain commanded her, before she suddenly threw an asking look at Mei as if the Night Elven Magi had suddenly just remembered something!\n\n...\n\n\"And you... \" There was an awkward pause as Serphia turned to look towards Mei, realizing that she was actually standing in the room too. Pausing for a moment, Serphia would scratch her chin before she asked a ponderous question at Mei.\n\n\" ... and what could you do? ... \"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Sharon did raise a visible eyebrow at the situation.\n\nHe was not unfamiliar with military situations. However, the very nature of this situation was not quite what he could describe as normal either!\n\nBeing currently commanded by a 8ft tall amazonian warrior queen(who was at the same time completely naked no less!) to go after a giant demon that was threatening the city of Stormwind was quite original in itself! He only wished he could have been more surprised, as the whole thing did remind him a little bit about one of his old parties...\n\n\"Then again, that wasn't quite as real as this!\"\n\nAt least, to her credit, the Captain's plan wasn't too outlandish. At least if one could ignore the last part about the Captain supposedly defeating the demoness herself.\n\nContemplating whether he should give helpful criticism or not, the High Elf eventually concluded however that it would be better to simply ask for forgiveness than permission with the Captain around. Judging by Vashi and Aleena, the High Elf got the odd impression that Serphia was not very used to being talked back to. \n\nWhile Serphia had finally turned to question Mei's usefulness, the High Elf sensing the obvious incipient rivalry between the two equally oversized women, Sharon would take a step towards Kathlin and Liaena, placing a hand on each of their shoulders as he looked at them.\n\n\"If you two are comfortable with the Captain's plan... \" He began, before he looked at Kathlin.\n\"I should mention that you are by no means required to do this. The fault of there being a church sized demon in one of the city's most peaceful districts right now is more that of mine and Liaena's.\"\n\nSharon clarified, not really wanting to send an innocent Kathlin to be potential demon chow... or worse, a demon love toy!\n\n\"If you have any doubts or reservations, I could give the demon another dose of the love potion and be the bait instead.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
'Truly all brawl no brain...' Was Mei's thoughts when it came to the night elf captain. She had seen decent kaldorei in the past, but sadly this one was simply way out of whack. For better or worse the standards when it came to commanders were different from race to race. The night elves really needed more people like Malfurion Stormrage and Tyrande Whisperwind. Because of most of their leaders in the future turned out like Serphia here, well.. nelfies would be as good as extinct. 'Point proven.' Then thought when she heard the captain's plan. 2 mages to hold down a giant demon? It WAS possible, but she doubted at the present situation out of nowhere without any preparation. That coupled with the fact Mali was a former deathknight a pretty good one at that before her demonic boosts, meant she'd be pretty hard to restrain. "Hmm... obviously more than you can." Was Mei's final statement about her usefulness." I've fought more demons her size than you've probably even seen... Captain." With that said, she stretched her arms. "When you go for the hold on Malizia later, aim NOT for her arms and legs. No way just the two of you can mold magic strong enough to hold her limbs in place without long preparation." Mei said and turned to Sharon and Vashi." While she's standing her raw strength will overpower any direct restraints. Aim to disturb her balance first. Impact type magic on her head and earth shift/slide on the ground she's standing. Only after she's laying on the ground would your magic have any chance to hold her and not for long if I may add." "Anyhow once I'm properly armed, I can make sure she won't be able to stand. I know where to strike to get critical results on Eredars." Mei added.
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Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"Er….\" Kathlin began as she looked up at the High Elf. \"….No, that's alright Mister Dal'dieb. I think letting you do that would be a violation of my Hippocratic oath\"\n\n\"Besides, it wouldn't work.\" Liaena sniffed from his other side. \"Firstly, I doubt this shop sells anything strong enough that could overrule my potion. And secondly, we would somehow need to point it in your direction when it's big enough to literally survey the entire city\"\n\nThe girl peered up at Sharon, looking obviously disgruntled with his remark. \"Also, how are you responsible for that thing running around? You can split blame between Sharon and….whoever blew up my satchel earlier\"\n\n\"Was that a 'yes' to my blessing a weapon?\" Kathlin enquired as she stepped towards the pike Serphia had been eying up – what it was doing in a potions and engineers store was up for debate, but irrespective of that there it was. She leaned over to gingerly pick up the weapon to hold it at completely the wrong angle before giving the room a self-conscious look.\n \n\"Well. I've never actually, er, done this before….so please, er, bear with me\"\n\nWith that, the girl closed her eyes and cleared her throat, before beginning to sing in a soft melodic tone, in what appeared to be latin. While there were no extravagant movements or gestures it was evident that whatever she was doing had power in it, as a faint and slowly strengthening glow appeared around her and coalescing on the weapon blade. \n\n\"Once she's done with that, I'll take her and get us into demon-bait mode\" Liaena remarked off-handedly. \"The Gryphon master owes me a….\"\n\nThe girl paused at this, as though trying to determine exactly what adjective she should use before settling on the most socially acceptable. \"…favour\"\n\n\"Although – where to? In terms of where you want to fight her, there's a mountain range to the north of here that isn't populated except from Knolls and other stuff like that\" Liaena glanced at Serphia at this with a questioning look. \"Other than that, the countryside is littered with villages so I don't see where you're going to go easily\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "It was a good question indeed...\n\nShould she stage her epic battle against the more than 50ft tall giant demoness in the local, rural areas outside of Stormwind's southern wall, or should she lead Malizia far up into the rocky mountains for a great showdown?\n\nSerphia was initially tempted to pick the first option, taking Malizia to the villages south of Stormwind to fight her in the large, open farmfields. Maybe even use some of the trees to get a jump on her. It would also assure that she had an audience to watch the legendary exploits of the legendary Serphia! She could spawn numerous generations of stories and legends in just one battle. \n\n... especially considering that these were just short lived monkeys they were talking about.\n\nBut the mountains. There was just something epic to the feel and sound of fighting a giant demon in the mountains, and all the great legends and ballads of ancient warriors had usually resolved around mountainous terrain. And who cared about some simple, filthy human peasants when you could compare yourself to the great keldorai warriors of the ancient past?!?\n\n\"We will bring her - to the mountains!\" Serphia grinned with a triumphant smirk as she rose up. \n\"I will garb myself for battle, using the offerings of our Gnomish friend! No way she would ever wish not to be part of such a legendary battle!\"\n\nSerphia called out, giving Gimpsy a look she could never refuse, before traipsing off into the rest of the store; a series of crashes and clattering could be heard before the Captain returned anew, this time wearing a steampunk esque set of light leather armor(said armor being clearly too small for her either way).\n\n\"You look wonderful, mistress!\" Aleena commented with an uncertain smile as Serphia came walking back into the opening.\n\nGrabbing the pike from Kathlin, Serphia would smile brouadly as she entered a pouncing pose, leaning forward.\n\n\"Thank you, Sentinel Aleena. Although it is gnomish fashion, it must do for.... ooahhhh.\" Serphia suddenly let out a slight gasp as she leaned forward, the overly tight leather pants squeezing against her rear as she suddenly felt Rithrynn plunge forcefully into her!\n\nSuddenly gaining a slight smirk on her face, she motioned for Liaena and Sharon.\n\n\"You two go get the demon, I'll be waiting... hhihi.. in the mountains!\" Serphia said with an extremely coy smile as she piqued an eyebrow at them.\n\nIn the meantime, Vashi, looking at Mei, would throw Mei a concerned look as the Night Elven magi inched closer to the tall Draenei.\n\n\"Is that... actually true?\" Vashi whispered curiosuly to Mei as she leaned in closer, Vashi clinging to Mei's left arm as she spoke silently up to the Draenei.\n\"Have you actually fought demons this big before? And... \"\n\nShe looked cautiously away for a moment, before her big silvery eyes suddenly returned to look up at her!\n\n\" .. and did you win?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "There was a pause as Sharon gave Liaena a long look after her mention of her dealings with the gryphon master. \n\nThen again, the High Elf knew well enough not to ask or dig deeper with Liaena. Mostly because he was sometimes afraid of what he might find, but also because Liaena could share some of the traits of her own potions when it came to dealing with difficult or inquisitive questions.\n\n\"Thivery! Robbery! I will not stand for this!!\" Sounded Gimpsy's defiant voice, after Serphia had just robbed her store in broad daylight.\n\"It is not even your size you philistine boo,-\"\n\nSharon succeeded however in stopping the Gnome's impressively loud tirade as he gently prodded the Gnome with his silver battlestaff, eying down at her as he muttered quietly.\n\n\"I'll pay for that, just put it on my bill.\"\n\n\"Maybe I should honestly just pay the giant demoness outside my house to become my new bodyguard instead! I doubt even the general food bills or collateral damage she'd cause by being a gigantic demon stomping around Stormwind city would cost as much as that of simply keeping Rithrynn's warband around!\"\n\nSpeaking of Rithrynn.\n\n\" ... ooaaaahhh!\"\n\nFor a moment, Sharon simply stared at Serphia's large, round butt as it strained mercilessly against the new set of pants, as Rithrynn just slipped further out of their reach! Mentally groaning, the High Elf would turn his head and glance over at Liaena as the Captain tried to shoo them away, giving her another long look, before speaking after an awkward pause.\n\n\"You said something about a ´demon-bait-mode? You're not going to have to carry around the blood of the innocent and a dead bride's lost ring or something, are you?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
'At least some semblance of intelligence and logical thinking.' Mei thought when Serphia decided to fight the demon in the mountains. It was the best decision that could be reached in the span of time they had to decide on a battle plan. In the mountains Malizia's size would be to her disadvantage. She'd have hard time maintain complete balance while smaller beings such as the normal sized ones present would be a lot more mobile. That and making Mali fall to the ground so the mages could get a hold of her and keep her pinned would be easier. "Hmm?" She made a questioningly pleased sound as Vashi clung to her arm. She nodded with a soft smile." Yes... on my own I've faced 2 demons Malizia's size. Granted with a lot of preparation, but the first was vanquished. The second one I faced alone, I had the bad luck of being ambushed actually. We reached a kind of standstill before both of us retreated before the other's allies could show. I was in pretty bad shape, but the eredar was not too much better also. Taking down eredars of that size is possible on my own if I had the time to lay preparation. With my former team we've faced a lot more demons.. of all sizes and shapes." Mei stated with a confident nod." If I had my sword for killing demons this would have been a lot easier." "Anyhow, we should just go with the simple plan of drawing Malizia to the mountain range and fight her there. Vashi, master Sharon, you should try to disturb her balance as I said earlier. She'd be easier to fall then. Do you two possess magic of the frost type? There's a certain type of frost magic that's very effective on eredars and other demons. Anything that leaves ice shards in the wounds will keep it from closing up with their greater healing."
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Meirie Leran
Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"Well... \" \n\nVashi responded as she fiddled gingerly with her staff in the cramped confines of the carriage as the blood caked Draenei stepped into it, her snakes-like hair now taking up almost half the space within the chariot.\n\n\"The laws of the cosmos would have it that if you didn't deal with those mercenaries now, they would become a problem that would come to bite us in the butt later.\" The mage explained with a soft smile as she seemed to have finished scribbling a rune on her staff, before suddenly aiming it at Mei.\n\n\"Just close your eyes for a moment!\"\n\n...\n\n\"Anun oDeli aqua voosh!\"\n\n*PPFFSSHOOOOOSSSHH!*\n\nIn an instant, the shimmering blue crystal on the tip of Vashi's staff would be turned into a high-powered water hose, showering the entire Draenei warrior in a high powered sideways shower! Red colored water burst out of the back of the carriage, popping out the back window in the process as Mei was soaked from top to toe!\n\nThe whole spell lasted only a couple of seconds, but by the time it was over, half the interior of the chariot was dripping wet. Whatever blood may have been on Mei's person was now long since gone, alongside a couple of years of grime and dirt that may have gathered in the more minute crevices of her armor and clothing. Mei's snake hair, which had previously been writhing in every direction, had now been neatly combed backwards by the water blast.\n\n\"There, good as new!\" Vashi said with a small smile as she eyed the draenei warrior across from her with a look of satisfaction.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Sharon passed a casual glance over the grizzly scene left behind by Mei's rampage, half of the street now having gained a distinctly red paintjob.\n\n\"I hope no children stumble across this scene before the cleanup crew arrives. It might mentally scar them for life.\"\n\n\"There is no point in crying over spilled milk... \" Sharon commented as he swung the whip overhead and cracked it, sending the horses of the carriage to charge forward.\n\"Let's go find them, I don't want to leave them to fight alone against the de,-\"\n\n*PPFFSSHOOOOOSSSHH!*\n\nSharon's eyes widened as the entire carriage suddenly rattled as a flood of water just shot out from the back of the vehicle! Risking a glance behind during the high speed ride of the carriage, Sharon saw that fortunately, the carriage was still intact regardless of whatever magical shenanigans the Night Elven mage had just pulled!\n\n\"Is everyone okay back there? You know, there are cleaning spells that are both less dramatic and just as effective.\" Sharon commented, before turning to focus on the chase.\n\nFinding the Night Elves was something the High Elf had long since given up on. However, finding Malizia was a lot easier, thanks to the not-so-subtle fact that Malizia was also a 50+ft tall giant demoness, which meant that Sharon could easily make out the top of her red wings over the rooftops in the distance, or at least the giant clouds of dust that were pumped up into the air as a byproduct of the demon's mad chase!\n\nFollowing the demon through the city and out the gates was relatively easy. None of the guards who'd usually stop him to ask about his carriage license or speed limit were currently out, seemingly not wishing to get in the way of the rampaging demon, a move for which Sharon really couldn't blame them.\n\nThe real challenge came however when they reached the mountainous roads outside of the city.\n\nSharon could see the the tail-ends of some Night Elves riding atop of Nightsabers as they rapidly disappeared up into the mountainous pass ahead!\n\n\"It seems we are catching up to Serphia and her girls!\" Sharon called out to the passengers in the back of the carriage as he cracked his whip once more; a hint of enthusiasm coloring the tone of the High Elf's voice; and the horses pulling the carriage charged upwards across the narrow mountain path ahead. However, the incline was a lot steeper than previously anticipated, the ground muddy, and the carriage obviously not designed as an all-terrain vehicle!\n\nThey had barely gotten a hundred feet or so up one of the steeper parts of the narrow path before the carriage slowed down drastically, and slowly but steadily, started sliding back down despite the best efforts of the horses in front.\n\n\" or not... \" Sharon commented, a distinct look of dismay forming on his face.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Alright..." Mei replied closing her eyes, though the snakes hse had for hair continued to look about like they owned the place. Then there was water! A pretty powerful jet hit her, causing all the blood that was covering her to be pretty much blown away from her, leaving both her skin, armor and swords very shiny and new looking. Hell that armor hadn't looked this good since that one time she got blown out a cliff and into the sea below. That was 'fun'. At least this didn't involve a 60 feet drop. "I'd say cleaner than new..." Mei added after the water jet finally ended, water was dripping off her skin, but otherwise she appeared fine." This... for some reason I wonder if this basic idea could be made into a public service... imagine how much time it would save." She mumbled, noting that the high elf was using everything he had to keep the carriage in straight line. "Yes, we are fine." Mei replied to Sharon, quickly throwing a look outside to note how the chasing was going down." For some reason I have a really BAD feeling about this... almost as bad as when Malizia got hit by that growing potion..." Mei said with low growling voice. "For crying out loud..." Mei growled when they began sliding back down the steep mountain road. No way this carriage would make it up this not paved and way to steep hill." Leave the carriage... we ride the rest of the way. It would be faster anyways. Since I assume Vashi cannot ride a horse, she can ride with you, I'm already heavy enough with my armor and weapons for my horse to also carry another person." Mei stated, quickly moving to grab the reigns of the horses directly at them, waiting for Vashi and Sharon to join, since the moment they freed the horses, the carriage would just slide and crash all the way down there. "Let's get this done before this bad feeling I have becomes a reality..."
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Torva Pectoris
Nickname: Torva Species: Wolf Daeva Age: 25 Hair Color: Dark Gray, with streaks of black Hair Style: Long and ragged. Unkempt but clean. It goes down to around his lower back, and while he generally lets it hang free, sometimes he'll tie it into a ponytail to keep it from getting stuck on branches Eye Color: Sky Blue Skin Color: White, but tanned from years in the sun. Mostly covered by hair. Height: 6'3" Body Build: Tall and muscular. His muscles are toned, but not huge, as he's built for speed and not strength. Clothing: Torva dresses in simple farmhand attire. His shirt is a loose fitting tan cotton with cutoff sleeves. He wears simple brown pants and generally goes without shoes. In the event that he has to go into town, he generally wears simple pauper's shoes and trades in his shirt for a plaid long-sleeved shirt. A basic belt holds his pants up, with loops on the pants generally used for tying objects to, like a money bag. Physical Quirks: An injury during his journey has caused him to become unable to transform fully into a human, leaving him looking at-best like a werewolf. Weapons: Generally fights bare-handed, although he is capable with a simple bow and arrow when hunting. Background: Torva grew up the poor son of a Daeva in the moutains north of Xerxes. His father preferred his family stay away from others, instead focusing on being self-reliant. As such, Torva spent much of his childhood learning to farm, fish, and hunt. Now an adult, he followed in his father's footsteps and built his own home outside of town, venturing in once a month for supplies. A lifetime of hunting and hard work in isolation has turned in an honest, if not somewhat ignorant, man. This is only complicated by the fact that his father went feral when he was just 18, leaving a mark on his family name that he cannot escape. As such, Torva has finally decided that the world is not working hard enough to find a cure, and has packed up and set out for town to discover for himself exactly why his people are afflicted so. After traveling with the group for so long, he has fallen deeply in love with the Seraphim Hagumi, and together they continue to search for a cure and fight through the intolerance that such a pairing will create. Extra: A lifetime of injuries living alone in nature has made Torva a capable field medic. Unfortunately, he is more a hunter and tracker than a fighter, and while he is more than capable of defending himself, can't quite match the skill of a soldier, and certainly not the destructive power of a mage.
[ { "text": "Hagumi had turned at the sound of Torva's words, looking at him with such a profoundly sad expression one would have thought she had just lost a loved one. \"I'm sorry,\" she replied softly, patting the bed next to her. After Torva had sat down, Hagumi took a deep breath, licked her thin pink lips and then sighed again, heavily. \"The truth is, I like my life here,\" she whispered, clasping and unclasping her hands. \"I like the city, the people... well most of them. I like home, and all the nice things I have. The good food, the nice clothes… I almost even like my tutors... almost.\"\n\nHagumi paused then and turned to look at Torva, staring deeply into his eyes, her own ice blue ones brimming with tears. \"But I like you too, I love you… I like being with you, I have, even though it's been so rough at times, even though we've almost met death over and over. I want to stay with you, or have you stay with me… but well…. You see how my parents, and others have reacted.\" Hagumi bowed her head and stared at her lap fixedly as her shoulders rose and fell sharply. \"I don't know if I could make it out there, Torva. I'm so used to this… a pampered life. I'm a spoiled princess in the end, and I don't know if I could make it out there. I can't sew, I can't cook. I've never so much as claned dishes or clothes.\" Laughing softly, she murmured, \"I can fix my hair and nails at least.\"\n\n\"I want the world to be like I see it in my mind… like I want to make it,\" Hagumi explained sharply, standing suddenly and walking across her room to the windows. \"I believe I can do more good here, but then, then maybe I can do good elsewhere. I wasn't to keep you by my side, but to do that, I have too leave everything I know behind. I won't be able to come back, this I know. You saw how my father acted… If there were just more like my mother…\" Hagumi's trembling voice trailed away as she looked out over the moon kissed city, gleaming softly in the faint, pale white light of the moon. \"What would you do, Torva? What would you do in my place?\"", "username": "Pumirya", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Cadogan had been more busy than what he had been in ages - well... at the least he had been more busy now than during the whole time that he had spent with the group thus far. He had spent a good while purchasing resources and probably accumulated a debt that could be called a king's ransom while doing so. Despite the lack of sleep the Great Inventor hadn't managed to blow anything up, or lose any fingers or other assorted appendages. He yawned and once again made sure his creation would be ready for the coming competition. A small smile crept to the white haired man's lips as he made some final adjustments and other such to all the little things he had built, then he turned his attention to the new war walker that was meant to be the actual competition entry.\n\nSilently he admitted to himself that the war walker was a quite fearsome sight - as an afterthought he added that some help would be needed to get it actually running, since as the Great Inventor reminded himself with some minor amount of bitterness humans had no magical abilities which made it impossible for him to activate the command runes he had carved painstakingly to the metal plates that covered the clockwork mechanisms.\n\nIt would still be a good while until the start of the actual competition so Cadogan felt it might be a good time to get some fresh air and other necessities. He was humming a catchy tune as he made his way out from the small workshop he had managed to rent for his use - it wasn't quite what he had been used to back in Dumont, but for his current needs it had been enough. The Great Inventor stared to the distance for a good while and wondered what the others were doing at the moment.", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null } ]
Neon spent the night tending to Chii, the tiny dragon on the verge of death when she first arrived in the mansion. To Shade's, or was it Itzal's now, credit, he did manage to bring her back alive. Of course she hadn't really expected Chii to enter into the mouth of the lion's den and come back unscathed, but even so Neon had to wonder just how complex Halden's operations had become to challenge them to such an extent. After counting all of Chii's limbs to make sure they were still there, Neon chose to assist in tending to her wounds, the alternative being throttling Shade in his new body until she choked him out. Although stabilized, Chii's recovery was far from over, and her uneven breathing throughout the night kept Neon from truly resting. Waking in the morning with a stretch and a tired yawn, she first checked on the little dragonness' condition before slipping from the bed. Today would be yet another long day, hopefully one without the need to escape from anywhere she shouldn't be, but she was eager to learn what the others had discovered on their own errands. After passing Itzal without a second glance, Neon stopped in her tracks at his greeting. "Oh, right... this is going to take some getting used to." She listened to Itzal's story quietly, Neon thinking back to her own bleak past. It was surreal to see the assassin smile, and honest smile and not the facade he normally used when trying to persuade others. She was glad that his revenge had brought him some semblance of peace. It was such a rare thing in this world, and as she looked at her own hands, stained with the blood of so many, her father's included, she wondered if peace was something she herself would find one day. Neon had spent the night listening to the voices now so often present in her head, trying to separate each from the crowd. They were silent, for now, and she had to wonder if these brief moments of quiet, small reprieves in the storm, were all the peace she would ever know until the day she died. Itzal departed with a final word, but not before Neon let him know that she was, sincerely, glad that he had returned safely... in one form or another... and for protecting Chii. Heading downstairs to prepare for her trip to the council, Neon looked around for the others, eager to hear if they had any more success in swaying the council. --- Torva's eyes welled at the very sight of Hagumi's forlorn expression, but he held his tongue and sat beside her at the seraphim's beckon. Resting his hands in his lap, he listened quietly as she spoke of love and life... and of sacrifice. He understood it all too well, but even so her words cut like diamond. Torva knew he couldn't provide anything close to the life she could have in Adalrich. Their life wouldn't be one of servants, marble halls and fancy parties. He wanted to believe it would be a happy life, even without those things, but it could also be a difficult life. "What would I do?" He asked himself, repeating Hagumi's question. "I don't know that I can answer that. I already made that decision when I killed my feral father and abandoned my home to go on this quest, but I have a lot more personally at stake. Even if we fail, you have a home to return to, whereas I'll be hunted down and killed like an animal." "I've never had a comfy life, nor been put in a position where I could help others." Torva admitted, rubbing his arms. "I don't know what sort of injustices you could right as a member of the council, but I also don't know if we'll find the cure even if you decide to stay with me. The future is... hazy. It's like running through a dense fog knowing full well you're near a cliff." Torva paused, taking Hagumi's hands in his own, her pale soft skin cold against his fur, "All I can do is be decisive and have faith that I'm doing what's best. I can't tell you what you should do, but as long as you do it with conviction I'll support you however I can." Ears twitching, Torva glanced towards the door and quietly stood. "It sounds like your father is coming to check up on you. I'll see you in the morning, my love." he added before quickly kissing her on the cheek and escaping back out of the window. The morning sunlight cast its warm rays onto Torva's face, awakening him from his slumber. He had somehow made his way onto the floor in the middle of the night, the soft bed too squishy for his own comfort after so many years sleeping on dirt, stone, and wood. Stretching, he quickly dressed and opened the door to his room, sniffing around to see who else might be awake. Hagumi's father was gone, possibly having left for work, and Hagumi was still in her room, just waking up by the sound of it. Her mother was downstairs by the sound of it, discussing something with the servants although the exact discussion was muffled. Choosing to take the opportunity to discuss their next move with Hagumi, he knocked on the door to her room and whispered through the wood, "Your father isn't here, and your mother seems upset about something. Should we go talk to her?" --- Wandering about, Daren found himself once again lost in the great city, wondering aloud where he should go. "I've found myself asking that same question to myself many times before," an old voice responded unexpectedly. The voice was that of Master Vates of the Seraphim Council, having taking an interest in the strange daeva that had found himself in front of the Council of the Righteous completely by accident. "Are you with that raven boy, Gerome, by chance? It seems there are quite a few daeva popping up in these old streets nowadays" he said with a chuckle, resting gingerly on an ornately carved staff with a blue crystal at the top. "If you seek direction, why not ask the council? Many seraphim have gone to watch the grand inventor's games today, leaving the council with precious little to do, and I must admit I've never been one for competition."
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Torva Pectoris
Nickname: Torva Species: Wolf Daeva Age: 25 Hair Color: Dark Gray, with streaks of black Hair Style: Long and ragged. Unkempt but clean. It goes down to around his lower back, and while he generally lets it hang free, sometimes he'll tie it into a ponytail to keep it from getting stuck on branches Eye Color: Sky Blue Skin Color: White, but tanned from years in the sun. Mostly covered by hair. Height: 6'3" Body Build: Tall and muscular. His muscles are toned, but not huge, as he's built for speed and not strength. Clothing: Torva dresses in simple farmhand attire. His shirt is a loose fitting tan cotton with cutoff sleeves. He wears simple brown pants and generally goes without shoes. In the event that he has to go into town, he generally wears simple pauper's shoes and trades in his shirt for a plaid long-sleeved shirt. A basic belt holds his pants up, with loops on the pants generally used for tying objects to, like a money bag. Physical Quirks: An injury during his journey has caused him to become unable to transform fully into a human, leaving him looking at-best like a werewolf. Weapons: Generally fights bare-handed, although he is capable with a simple bow and arrow when hunting. Background: Torva grew up the poor son of a Daeva in the moutains north of Xerxes. His father preferred his family stay away from others, instead focusing on being self-reliant. As such, Torva spent much of his childhood learning to farm, fish, and hunt. Now an adult, he followed in his father's footsteps and built his own home outside of town, venturing in once a month for supplies. A lifetime of hunting and hard work in isolation has turned in an honest, if not somewhat ignorant, man. This is only complicated by the fact that his father went feral when he was just 18, leaving a mark on his family name that he cannot escape. As such, Torva has finally decided that the world is not working hard enough to find a cure, and has packed up and set out for town to discover for himself exactly why his people are afflicted so. After traveling with the group for so long, he has fallen deeply in love with the Seraphim Hagumi, and together they continue to search for a cure and fight through the intolerance that such a pairing will create. Extra: A lifetime of injuries living alone in nature has made Torva a capable field medic. Unfortunately, he is more a hunter and tracker than a fighter, and while he is more than capable of defending himself, can't quite match the skill of a soldier, and certainly not the destructive power of a mage.
[ { "text": "Cadogan blinked his eyes a few times. No one told him these were going to be proper inventor's games - as in you have to INVENT something on the spot. He took a deep breath and gently lowered his forehead to rest against his workbench. There he remained for nearly three minutes, silently repeating a word that starts with the letter c and rhymes with a punt. When he had composed himself, managed to clean up his language - and emptied what remained of his bottle of wine - the Great Inventor took one of the parchment rolls he had saved from Dumont and rolled it open. A little vexed smirk decorated the white haired man's lips as he began making calculations about the time it would take him to make both the weapon AND the damn munitions to it. He was quite sure that he could succeed - though being sure about things was not at the moment what Cadogan was best at.\n\nStill he wouldn't give up so easily! Not before the whole games had even begun properly! He glanced at Chii and smirked. \"Ok, since you are my assistant during this event would you please get me some wine? That would be really nice.\" Cadogan didn't wait for an answer - instead he began the work of bending and shaping metal. He added to himself that there would be no time to make wooden stock for the thing he was building - so he'd have to come up with an alternative solution. As he worked the Great Inventor seemed to ignore everything that was going around him - at the moment that was for the best, since he was working at a very tight schedule.", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Fiora sighed when another man tried to butt in and earned Garran's ire. She could have handled it herself, but the pirate had intervened before she could even say anything. She had a feeling things were not going to end well and it call came true when she heard a chair splinter over Garran's head. She winced at the sound but the man didn't seem to be fazed by it, instead opting to plant the attacker in the wall.\n\n\"Here we go again.\" Fiora deadpanned as she kicked the table, causing it to slide across the floor and blocking the rest of the group from reaching Garran. They glared at her only to be greeted by her giving them an innocent doe-eyed expression. \"I'm sorry, were you walking by?\" She rose to her feet, hooking one leg behind her to kick up the stool she had been sitting on into the air, before spinning around and kicking it right at them. The stool caught one of the fools in the chest and sent him flying into the wall, the legs embedding themselves into the stone and the one trapped between them terrified once he realise she had done that.\n\nFiora broke out into a run and kicked the last man away, grabbing her tankard as she landed gracefully into a seating position on the table and finished her ale, before swing a leg up to kick away another patron's fist and send the empty cup flying into his face. She did a backflip and landed beside the guy she had pinned to the wall, leaning against it and frowning cutely at him as though a bar fight had not just broken out. \"Well now, interrupting a girl while she's drinking isn't that smart is it? Rudeness doesn't win you any favors with the ladies, good sir.\" A menacing smile crossed her features as the man shivered at her performance. \"If I see any of you around me or my companion again, you'll have more than bruises to treat.\"\n\nOnce she was done warning the idiots who had accosted her and Garran, Fiora found her way through the fight to the pirate. \"Well, tough guy, this wasn't what I had in mind for a date... but I really think I'd rather we have some time by ourselves.\"", "username": "Reaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That's the spirit!\" Vates said, gesturing Daren on as he excitedly hobbled towards the council. \"Weapons may dull and break, but a good story! Ah- a good story can stay sharp forever.\"\n\nVates led Daren through the grand hall, filled with paintings of great seraphim from times of old, each taking a regal pose. Their steps echoed off the marble floors and through the stone halls as they approached the various offices of the council members. Unlike Dumont, the decorations were all creations of local artists placed, not to show off seraphim culture, but to remind each seraphim walking through the halls of the high standards they must maintain. Where Xerxes halls were filled with trophies and spoils from conquests, many of them Raha's own victories, there was nothing glorifying war either. True to the seraphim culture, each wing and open door seemed to signify that the seraphim were above such petty things as war and gloating, and yet the whole city seemed like one giant spectacle at the same time.\n\nOpening one such door, ornately carved from oak into the image of a book in a forest, Vates gestured for Daren to sit as he perused his collection, muttering to himself. Glancing over his shoulder at the strange fellow that he had captivated for his own entertainment, he finally settled on a particularly old book, worn from a great many uses. The pages were yellowed, and yet not a single speck of dust lay on the leather cover. The old man smiled warmly as he run his weathered hands over the cover, gingerly opening it up to the page he was looking for. In truth, he had long since memorized the tale, as it was one very close to his heart, and yet he flipped the pages as he read anyway, a habit long ingrained into his worn body. \"This particular tale stars a young man not unlike yourself, swept away on grand adventures across wild lands...\" Vates said, beginning his tale.\n\n\"He had fought many dangerous creatures, and laid with more than his fair share of beautiful women. \" Vates teased, \"and yet his heart was like a rolling stone, never settling long enough to grow roots. Dozens of broken blades and too many broken hearts later, the boy, now a man, had learned much of the world, and yet still little of himself.\"\n\nAs the story progressed, Vates seemed somewhat sad, and his hand gently caressed a sketch across the pages of one of the women in the story, a fiery women with jet black hair and raven's eyes dancing in the moonlight. \"He thought himself invincible, and perhaps in spirit he was, until the day he met his first dragon. It had started simple enough, a clash of egos arguing over which could claim the right to any treasure found in a recently uncovered crypt. The dragon felt that it was on daeva lands, so only a daeva should have rights to them, but the man pressed the issue, claiming his discovery granted him rights to whatever it contained. Words became blows, and blows became battle. The sky erupted with lightning as the two fought, their elements aligned such that neither could really hurt the other with magic. The man was swift, his wings strong, and he flew circles around the dragon, but arial acrobatics alone can't down a dragon, and he was struck in the leg, critically injuring him and sending him careening towards the ground.\"\n\nVates paused, shifting lightly in his chair as he glanced at Daren, making sure he wasn't boring the lad. \"The man lives through the good graces of the dragon alone, forced to crawl through the dirt and the mud for miles to the nearest village. He entered the forest a seasoned adventurer, champion to many, but what came out was something much more.\" He waited for dramatic effect, closing his eyes as he finished the sentence, \"What came out was a man who knew he knew nothing, a fool among fools with enough self-awareness to know it. Where I come from, we call that wisdom.\"\n\nClosing the book, Vates made sure to stop one page shy from the end of the story, where a sketch of the man, wounded and recovering at the hands of a tribe of wolves, looked suspiciously like a younger version of Vates himself. Collecting his thoughts, he gently placed the book back on the shelf and addressed Daren. \"I see much of that young man in you, both the good and the bad. It may be twenty years too soon for this story to have much meaning for you, but I hope if you take anything away it's this: adventure without purpose, mischief without consequence, and a life without love isn't worth a single copper coin when you find yourself on death's door.\"\n\nCoughing slightly, Vates realized that perhaps he was being a bit too morose for the sightseer, \"Perhaps you should go and see those inventor's games after all. In truth I'm feeling a bit under the weather and these old bones don't hold out as long as they used to. You're welcome to come back again, if you'd like. Perhaps I can tell you about the seraphim that flew higher than any other, or the daeva that could change his appearance at will. I promise the next time it will be a bit more entertaining.\"\n\nVated hobbled out of his seat, leaning heavily on his cane, as he led Daren back into the main hall. \"Just follow the cheers and you'll find it in no time,\" he said, pointing in the general direction of the stadium. \"They've probably only just begun, so if you hurry you can make the second round.\"", "username": "wild-kitsune", "char_name": null } ]
Torva scanned the crowd as the announcer explained the rules. The vast majority of attendees, as to be expected, were seraphim. Men and women of all shapes and sizes with wings as white as snow and black as coal. Little children ran up and down the aisles giggling, and every gust of wind blew feathers into the air that twisted and swirled out of the stadium like flurries in a snowstorm. Of the many thousands in attendance, only maybe one or two dozen were non-seraphim by Torva's count, discounting those with their wings likely covered or bound. Of those, most were human, but the wolf's keen eyes spotted one or two other daeva hiding amidst the crowd, blending in thanks to their ability to transform fully. If not for fanged teeth or patches of fuzz behind their slightly pointed ears they would have fit in perfectly with the human attendees, and Torva found himself jealous of how easily they fit in, his hand reaching down and touching the enchanted bracelet in his pocket unconsciously. Making a note to mention them later, Torva's attention was turned next towards a massive gate opening at one end of the Colosseum. The opening ceremonies concluded, a veritable army of craftsman, iron workers, and mages poured out, some sprinting towards their workbenches while other casually strolled along eying up the competition. Even Cadogan was lost to the crowd, and if not for Chii standing out like a beacon in the night, Torva might have had trouble spotting him. Chii's tiny tail swished as she followed Cadogan, following his instructions while assisting in the first round. Chants broke out once again across the stadium, the favored winners' cheer squads waving banners and shouting obscenities at the competition. Although Torva had grown up around more vulgar language, to see the seraphim people acting so was almost... relieving. "Huh, I guess they're not so different after all" he said to nobody in particular, his words lost among the screams around him. It felt good to be anonymous, if only slightly, and Torva certainly appreciated the crowd far more than that of Dumont. The constant shouting and cheers was like a white noise, drowning out Torva's ability to discern one voice from another, and his nose was nearly overwhelmed with the smells of hot meats, baked goods, scented oils, and burning irons. He grabbed a handful of Hagumi's hair and, being careful not to pull, brought it to his nose and breathed in, closing his eyes. The familiar scent helped Torva adjust his senses, blocking out the more obnoxious scents and sounds one by one until he could once again form coherent thoughts. "I'm probably the only one here who appreciates how amazing you smell right now" he said to Hagumi, wrapping one arm around her. "Have you found Cadogan yet? He's right there" Torva gestured, bringing himself cheek to cheek with the seraphim to guide her. "It's amazing, all these strange and inventive weapons. I'd hate to be on the pointy end of most of these" Torva half-shouted to Hagumi. "I really hope the council makes the right decision tomorrow, or I might just find out. More importantly, you're more familiar with seraphim culture than I am" he said, quickly changing the subject, "what are Cadogan's odds of actually winning?"
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Nickname: Torva Species: Wolf Daeva Age: 25 Hair Color: Dark Gray, with streaks of black Hair Style: Long and ragged. Unkempt but clean. It goes down to around his lower back, and while he generally lets it hang free, sometimes he'll tie it into a ponytail to keep it from getting stuck on branches Eye Color: Sky Blue Skin Color: White, but tanned from years in the sun. Mostly covered by hair. Height: 6'3" Body Build: Tall and muscular. His muscles are toned, but not huge, as he's built for speed and not strength. Clothing: Torva dresses in simple farmhand attire. His shirt is a loose fitting tan cotton with cutoff sleeves. He wears simple brown pants and generally goes without shoes. In the event that he has to go into town, he generally wears simple pauper's shoes and trades in his shirt for a plaid long-sleeved shirt. A basic belt holds his pants up, with loops on the pants generally used for tying objects to, like a money bag. Physical Quirks: An injury during his journey has caused him to become unable to transform fully into a human, leaving him looking at-best like a werewolf. Weapons: Generally fights bare-handed, although he is capable with a simple bow and arrow when hunting. Background: Torva grew up the poor son of a Daeva in the moutains north of Xerxes. His father preferred his family stay away from others, instead focusing on being self-reliant. As such, Torva spent much of his childhood learning to farm, fish, and hunt. Now an adult, he followed in his father's footsteps and built his own home outside of town, venturing in once a month for supplies. A lifetime of hunting and hard work in isolation has turned in an honest, if not somewhat ignorant, man. This is only complicated by the fact that his father went feral when he was just 18, leaving a mark on his family name that he cannot escape. As such, Torva has finally decided that the world is not working hard enough to find a cure, and has packed up and set out for town to discover for himself exactly why his people are afflicted so. After traveling with the group for so long, he has fallen deeply in love with the Seraphim Hagumi, and together they continue to search for a cure and fight through the intolerance that such a pairing will create. Extra: A lifetime of injuries living alone in nature has made Torva a capable field medic. Unfortunately, he is more a hunter and tracker than a fighter, and while he is more than capable of defending himself, can't quite match the skill of a soldier, and certainly not the destructive power of a mage.
[ { "text": "Fiora chuckled and put her arm around Garran's. \"Exploring it is... if we don't get interrupted by the guards or another brawl it is. Lead on then, kind sir.\" She replied with a genuine smile of happiness. When was the last time she felt so at ease? Life in Dumont hadn't been entirely miserable, especially not when she had the company of the other street rats like her who formed a surrogate family of sorts.\n\nWith Garran, the peace she felt was different. Despite his knack of getting into fights, she felt she could let down her guard around him. Perhaps it was simply because her reputation as a thief was restricted to Dumont, and after finally leaving the city, she no longer had to walk around in disguise or keep looking over her shoulder to ensure she wasn't being tailed by guards any more. She didn't have to worry about starving or finding shelter or an empty bath and clean clothes, for that matter.\n\n\"It's my first time on a date too, being a street rat who makes a living off thieving doesn't leave much room for romance.\" She confessed, giggling. \"But it means I'm quite expensive to keep, so you might need to stop spending so much on your drink.\" She was teasing like she usually did, but there was just something different about it today. Even Fiora was hard pressed to put her finger on it, and for a silver-tongued thief that was saying something indeed.", "username": "Reaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Lass...ye really th'nk any o' the ponces 'tside of th's bar w'll fight me?\" Garran asked as he started leading Fiora out of the bar,\"buncha doves, nothin' more.\" With that, as a man hit the wall hard right next to him, Garran stole the bottle clutched in his hand and took a final swig before stepping over the unconscious body of a bar patron which had smashed the door open. \"ONWARDS! T' ADVENT'RE!\" he shouted as he smashed the bottle over the rising man's head. Starting off in a random direction, Garran started humming an old seas shanty as he pulled Fiora closer, completely towering over her, but somehow seeming to be more at peace than ever. His grip was firm, but gentle, and yet bore a strange awkwardness as he pressed his roughly gloved hand into her shoulder. Thankfully, the ale he had ingested earlier, along with the adrenaline pumping through his veins from the barfight, helped him to ignore any apprehension he had, and instead managed to mostly walk down the streets with Fiora at a cheerful pace.\n\n\"Eh? Whas' goin' on ov'r he'e?\" Garran asked as he heard a roaring sound. Turning to face the direction that it was coming from, the pirate cocked his head as he saw an arena, crowds streaming out and muttering animatedly. Occasionally a gout of flame flew out and scorched the clouds, piquing Garran's interests. \"D' doves do gladiator'al combat?' Garran asked.", "username": "Harbringer", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"We'll see about the wine after I get this done.\" Cadogan stated politely without even taking his eyes off from his work. He made some final adjustments to the now quite well reinforced coat while making calculations about it possibly hampering movement. When he had made sure all the needed runes were in place he handed the coat to Chii. \"Try this on while I finish the leg guards, ok?\" The white haired man flashed a little smile at the tiny dragoness and again turned to focus on his work.\n\nAs he worked on the leg guards the Great Inventor had to actually admire his own handiwork. The nearly complete leg guards seemed at first glance quite heavy - and indeed would be if it were not for the protective and weight reducing runes he had carved on them. The pattern of runes encircled a rather stylized rose emblem on the left guard and a dragon on the right one - the emblems and runes had been the more difficult part to make in Cadogan's opinion - after all anyone can just plop out a pair of leg guards like it's nothing. The little details on them show a truly skilled craftsman.\n\nCadogan let out a sigh of relief - in the case the leg guards or the coat would need some adjustment there would be just enough time for that, not that he doubted himself, on the contrary. Still, he had more or less trusted on his eyes while making the items so there was a slight chance that he had made a miscalculation or that there wouldn't be enough time for making adjustments or... The white haired man shook his head and finished his second bottle of wine within three hours.", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null } ]
Torva waved to Itzal and Ruby as they wedged themselves through the row and made space for themselves on the benches near he and Hagumi. He still hadn't adjusted to Shade's new look, and although there was familiarity in the scent he was still a different person, not just in body, but in spirit. To imagine a day when he would see Shade... Itzal... sitting with his daughter enjoying the day's festivities would have been impossible even a few days ago. In any other town Shade would likely be skulking about the shadier parts of town, gathering information and brandishing his own personal form of justice against anyone that stood in his way. Perhaps, in that sense, his new name was quite fitting. "Out of the shadows and into the light..." Torva quietly mused to himself. It would be a loss for their intel gathering abilities, for sure, but in a way he was glad Shade was able to find closure. In their race to find a cure, with no end in sight, finish lines and little victories needed to be celebrated where they could be found. "So your daughter won three years in a row, at her age? That's amazing. I would have loved to see the faces of some of the competitors below in past years at that sight" Torva proclaimed, laughing. Turning his attention back towards Hagumi, he quickly apologized for his comments, and changed the topic to the competition at hand. "I don't know," he responded, "humans in my experience tend to have better metalwork and more complex designs, but there's just some things magic can do that steel can't, and Cadogan is no mage." In truth, he was more concerned with the inventor's constitution than his place in the competition. Fifth place was impressive for a newcomer, let alone a human, but Cadogan continued to drink wine, dutifully delivered by Chii's tiny hands, as if celebrating his victory. He could almost smell the faint hints of wine from the stands, and looking down at the odd assortment of devices as they spewed fire and pierced through enchanted metal, Torva couldn't help but doubt Cagodan's skill. "I hope Chii knows what she's getting into." he said, concern in his voice. It was almost their turn to approach the judges, but Torva figured he had just enough time to get Hagumi a drink before then. Closing his hand around the coins, he kissed Hagumi on the cheek before reaching the staircase in a single leap rather than fight his way through the stands. Along the outskirt of the arena stands, hundreds of vendors shouted and jostled for attention as they pitched their wares. Food, drink, souvenir carvings, even charms... it seemed like you could buy almost anything with enough coin. From his perspective all the stands looked the same, having neither the knowledge nor the experience to tell one vendor selling alcohol from another. Finally, his eyes settled on one with a wooden carving of a dragon along the top. Approaching the stand, Torva asked the vendor was sort of drinks he offered. "We sell all manner of wines," the seraphim responded, waving his arm over a rack of bottles behind him, "but today only we're offering a special drink in honor of the competition. We call it the queen's bounty" he said, proudly revealing a bottle from behind the counter. The large bottle was filled with a deep purple liquid, the cork stained from exposure to it. What stood out, though, was the detailed illustration of a female dragon sitting on a throne, crown hanging from a foot, as she downed an entire bottle of wine. It looked nothing like Neon, and yet Torva recognized her immediately in the drawing. It seemed some eager young artist was attempting to guess her likeness based on stories alone, and it was the funniest thing he had seen in a long time. Big, fearsome looking claws and fangs... A barbed tail black as knight curled around the throne as manslaves tended to her needs. Even the throne was decorated with skulls as if the daeva monarchy had just crawled out of some cave. Unfortunately the entire bottle cost quite a bit more than the coin he had on him, but striking up a deal with the seraphim, Torva was able to secure one of the labels from a bottle along with a goblet of the liquid and a goblet of mead for Hagumi. Returning triumphantly to the stands, Torva couldn't wait to show off his find to the group, and proudly held the label out like a banner to Hagumi, Itzal, and Ruby, barely holding back a laugh as he snickered "I present to you... my queen." Down in the arena, a seraphim approached Cadogan's table, visibly taken aback by how drunk the great inventor seemed to be. He couldn't imagine who would be crazy enough to volunteer under the risk of great personal injury to showcase any armor made by someone who was having trouble speaking clearly. Shrugging, he let the inventor know that it was his turn to test whatever armor he had prepared before the judges. Gesturing towards the row of tables at the far end of the Colosseum, the seraphim eyed up Chii warily and offered her a conciliatory "good luck" as he tried to wave the strong smell of alcohol out from in front of his nose. --- Below in the tunnels, the guard captain found himself continually astonished as his captor's brazen attitude, even under the threat of prosecution. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was confident in his ability to fight his way out if necessary. Looking around at the suite of guards and mages surrounding the bounty hunter, along with the fact that he was still actively bound by magic, he came to the conclusion that the man before him was either significantly more powerful than he was letting on... or completely out of his mind. Listening carefully to Lazarus' explanation, the captain never once let his hand drift from the handle of his weapon, and he continually eyed up his men to make sure none of them were letting their guards down. Ghostlike trails of seraphim drifted through the tunnel, one passing right through Lazarus as he spoke, as volunteers working the event entering and leaving the crafting floor went about their business, unaware of the pocket of space they passed through. His breathing grew heavier as the bounty hunter spoke and his face reddened, but it was not until Lazarus spoke of fear as the driving force for his actions that he could no longer keep his cool. "Fear? Fear is what led to the wholesale massacre of daeva before the races found peace. Fear is what drives men to create larger and larger weapons of war. You speak of fear like it's a deterrent, but fear only drives cornered animals to strike!" Drawing his weapon closer, the captain allowed the tip of his blade to knick Lazarus' cheek ever so slightly, drawing the faintest bead of blood. Upon seeing the glistening orb he seemed to come to his senses, lowing his weapon and calling his men to stand down. He held out a hankerchief towards the swordman, looking away in disgust. "Take your money, clean yourself up, and conclude your business here so you can leave my city as quickly as possible."
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Nickname: Torva Species: Wolf Daeva Age: 25 Hair Color: Dark Gray, with streaks of black Hair Style: Long and ragged. Unkempt but clean. It goes down to around his lower back, and while he generally lets it hang free, sometimes he'll tie it into a ponytail to keep it from getting stuck on branches Eye Color: Sky Blue Skin Color: White, but tanned from years in the sun. Mostly covered by hair. Height: 6'3" Body Build: Tall and muscular. His muscles are toned, but not huge, as he's built for speed and not strength. Clothing: Torva dresses in simple farmhand attire. His shirt is a loose fitting tan cotton with cutoff sleeves. He wears simple brown pants and generally goes without shoes. In the event that he has to go into town, he generally wears simple pauper's shoes and trades in his shirt for a plaid long-sleeved shirt. A basic belt holds his pants up, with loops on the pants generally used for tying objects to, like a money bag. Physical Quirks: An injury during his journey has caused him to become unable to transform fully into a human, leaving him looking at-best like a werewolf. Weapons: Generally fights bare-handed, although he is capable with a simple bow and arrow when hunting. Background: Torva grew up the poor son of a Daeva in the moutains north of Xerxes. His father preferred his family stay away from others, instead focusing on being self-reliant. As such, Torva spent much of his childhood learning to farm, fish, and hunt. Now an adult, he followed in his father's footsteps and built his own home outside of town, venturing in once a month for supplies. A lifetime of hunting and hard work in isolation has turned in an honest, if not somewhat ignorant, man. This is only complicated by the fact that his father went feral when he was just 18, leaving a mark on his family name that he cannot escape. As such, Torva has finally decided that the world is not working hard enough to find a cure, and has packed up and set out for town to discover for himself exactly why his people are afflicted so. After traveling with the group for so long, he has fallen deeply in love with the Seraphim Hagumi, and together they continue to search for a cure and fight through the intolerance that such a pairing will create. Extra: A lifetime of injuries living alone in nature has made Torva a capable field medic. Unfortunately, he is more a hunter and tracker than a fighter, and while he is more than capable of defending himself, can't quite match the skill of a soldier, and certainly not the destructive power of a mage.
[ { "text": "Mokk accepted the hand. It was firm and strong for a human. His yellow eyes shifted at the crowd uneasily. Tension drowned the air while the large pirate and the great daeva stood in their midst. Though quiet compared to earlier there was still great murmuring in the courtyard. Mokk turned his attention to Garran, \"Thank you. Though I wish I could say so I am not truly with your queen's group. I am new here.\"\n\nThe people seemed to be conversing within their mob. \"We can discuss -,\" Mokk looked around mid-sentence at the crowd, \"- in a more comfortable setting.\" The longer they waited around the more time the mob had to think about their actions and the less time they had to walk off if they decided they were not going to let the pirate lord intimidate them.\n\nThe crocodile started making distance between him and his would-be captors. He wanted the comfort of the nearby aqueduct, a small reservoir that would give him some means of quick escape should the people go back to their crusade. \"I seem to be in the lack of current events. Tell me, do you know why they would be so bloodthirsty? If I had known at least one of them then it may have made more sense but I don't frequent seraphim settlements.\"", "username": "Necrophage", "char_name": null }, { "text": "After receiving his bottle back from Garran and taking a large gulp from it Cadogan shook his head slightly as the pirate dashed off to do some heroics. He himself was in no condition for such things, but he did have a plan of action - the plan consisted of leaving the rest of the group to their own machinations for now.\n\nCadogan spent a good while going around the city and using the rather magnificent prize money of his to pay for the expenses he had accumulated over the short stay in the fine city. After a while there was only one name on his list - Alonzo Lightfeather. In truth the Great Inventor didn't owe anything to the particular fellow, but instead had a business proposition.\n\nThe sounds of someone hammering at the door woke Alonzo up, he had at first no intentions of answering the door, but when the furious hammering had been going on for about two minutes he finally went to answer the door. On the other side of the door stood yesterdays's winner, Cadogan Feraldo. \"The hell do you want? Here to brag ab-\" Alonzo's words were cut short due to a very heavy purse hitting his chest. \"Look in the purse and stay silent for a moment.\" Cadogan stated calmly - if a bit coldly. \"That's a half of the prize money from yesterday. It can be yours if you help me on something.\"\n\nAlonzo gripped the purse tightly in his hand and sourly motioned the Great Inventor to move inside. \"What would make you think I would help you?\" He inquired while pulling open the purse and glancing inside it. \"Three things. Firstly your pride as an inventor, secondly the fact that you can never have too much money and thirdly you want to be rid of me.\" Cadogan stated with a little smirk as he counted with the fingers of his still moving hand. After that he lowered the bag from his back to a table.\n\n\"I could be rid of you by just tossing you out, but... Very well, I'm listening for now.\" Alonzo grumbled while wondering what the human had in mind and suddenly coming to a realization. \"...You came all the way here to ask me to do something about that arm of yours - well I have to disappoint you I'm not a healer and...\" Cadogan took the downsized War Walker arm from the bag and lay it on the table. \"Be silent for a moment and think about this - why are you the first one I came to ask for help?\"\n\nAlonzo was silent for a good while as he examined the metallic arm. \"You came to ask me for help first? I'm not the last option then?\" Cadogan nodded \"Yes. Now there is a purely logical reason for this just so you don't think I'm being altruistic or that I have forgotten how close our competition got. I need your invention.\" Alonzo continued examining the metallic arm and pried open two hatches from it. \"I see now, the devices would go here and here... Because you can't use magic and thus wouldn't be able to recharge the arm...\"\n\nCadogan nodded and adjusted the silver hairpin of his. \"Precisely. So how about it? I can even write down a contract stating that I'll not partake in the Inventor's Games for the next two years. Just think about it. The two of us had a nearly even competition - heck, I think you would have won easily if I hadn't brought my War Walker in.\"\n\nAlonzo gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. If he'd help the damn human he'd get enough funding for his project and wouldn't have to worry about him in a competition for a few years - then again the human had shown up on his doorstep without invitation and was already rather rude... Though he had to admit that he was intrigued by Cadogan's invention and... The seraphim took a deep breath and nodded. \"Fine, I'll help you with that arm then. A friend of mine is a healer so attaching it shouldn't be difficult.\"\n\nCadogan smiled approvingly \"Splendid, how about you send word to that friend of yours and we get working on installing those magic storing devices on the arm?\" Alonzo nodded and the two inventors started working.", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null } ]
His eyes closed, a deep furrow across his brow, the council member at the very center of the chamber sat quietly and gathered his thoughts as the others argued. His hands wrapped themselves firmly around the hilt of his blade, resting on a fiery red gem at the base as the still-sheathed weapon lie between his feet. Just as Neon and company turned, preparing to leave the chamber and travel to the scene of the crime, a loud clacking sign echoed throughout, halting their advance. "Council is in session." Ardal said, a firmness in his voice. "But surely..." Justica began to protest before being abruptly cut off. "As members of the council of the righteous, we men and women have a single sworn duty: to uphold the law and mete justice with an even hand, no matter the circumstances. The loss of a council member is tragic, and there will be great mourning for his loss in the days to come, but war is at our door." Ardal slowly raised his sword, gripping the sheathe with one hand and the hilt with the other until it was fully horizontal. Slowly, he drew the blade, a faint warm hue emitting from the blade. Carved along each side was an ancient phrase that read "The dead cannot cry out for justice. Such is the duty of the living." The room almost immediately began to warm, and Doragon rattled in protest. Holding the blade gently, as if it would shatter at any moment, Ardal stood and slowly spun the blade. "This is Arach, the blade of Adil, former king and peacemaker of the Seraphim people. It has been passed down, generation after generation, from father... to son." Placing the blade gently back into the hold, Ardal gazed directly at the council, a fiery passion burning in his eyes. "I swear upon the blade of my ancestor, Justice will be served." With a click the sword was fully sheathed, while simultaneously the doors to the chamber slammed shut, "but first, the matter at hand. Council, as arbiter of this chamber and one true heir, I ask that you cast your votes. Do the Seraphim people allow the matters of men and daeva to resolve themselves? Or do we go to war." With Vates no longer present, Neon gathered the council leaned towards going to war. The gently balance of opinion had been overthrown, and the hawks had the advantage. One vote for. One against. Justica held firmly to her stance on protecting the seraphim people, while Libertas stood to oppose her. Ardal recused himself from the vote, leaving only Macto. The seraphim mused heavily, the full weight of his vote apparent to the older man. He considered heavily the words of Kayla and the council, as well as his own research on the matter. His eyes rested on Neon, and their gazes met. Her head fell into her hands even before Macto spoke. She had seen everything she needed to know in his eyes. War. "So be it." Ardal said firmly, not a hint of wavering in his voice. It is the decision of the council of the righteous, on this the fourth new moon, that the Seraphim, in the matter of assisting humanity in the eradication of the Daeva people as a final effort at eradicating feralism, do find that..." "Wait!" Torva shouted. Justica gasped audibly, covering her mouth with her hand. Never before had anyone dared to interrupt the council, let alone during their ruling. It was more than unheard of, it was an insult of the highest order. "Not every vote has been cast!" the wolf shouted, stepping ahead of the group and squarely into the center of the chamber. All eyes of the council fell harshly on the daeva, but it was Justica who spoke first. "We all are accounted, lest you are incapable of counting, dog" she added, malice in her voice. "Unless you would dare to stomp on the memory of our comrade in suggesting his vote requires counting." Realizing the terrible break in protocol he had performed, Torva stuttered momentarily, never intending to violate the council's rules, especially when it was only through special request that he had even been allowed to attend. "Of course not. The vote of the former Keeper of Stories could not possibly be tallied, but..." he said, gambling heavily on Ardal's sense of order, "and yet the council remains one vote shy." Torva glanced over his shoulder at Hagumi, giving her a sad smile before turning to face the council once more. "You vote on the eradication of my people, a matter so serious it is cause to delay investigation into the murder of one of your own. It is entirely because of this matter that a missing vote cannot be accepted." Ardal leaned forward, resting his hands on his blade once more. "Go on, wolf..." "Lady Hagumi has been nominated for a seat, has she not? Let her take the trials. Allow her to perform for you the seven wonders. If she passes, she may provide the additional vote. If not... I suppose it won't be long before I see her again." Torva said quietly, remembering what her mother had said of the risks involved. Once more Justica rushed to protest, but was once again silenced by Ardal's firm command. "I understand your concern," he began, addressing what he knew was going to be Justica's objection, "but if Lady Hagumi is capable of performing the wonders... IF she earns the right to sit among us, then her judgment on all matters is to be considered as fair and even-handed as any other member. I loathe to seat another on Sir Vates' chair while it yet remain warm, but the wolf makes a compelling point. We speak of eradicating over a third of the world's population. We owe any innocents what scant few hours we can offer to ensure the most fair vote possible." Taking a deep breath, Ardal pointed Arach at Hagumi and Doragon rattled once more. "I accept your proposal. The trials will begin immediately, should the candidate accept." With piercing eyes that cut through Hagumi's like lightning in a storm, he once again removed his ancestor's blade from it's sheath. "What say you?"
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Torva Pectoris
Nickname: Torva Species: Wolf Daeva Age: 25 Hair Color: Dark Gray, with streaks of black Hair Style: Long and ragged. Unkempt but clean. It goes down to around his lower back, and while he generally lets it hang free, sometimes he'll tie it into a ponytail to keep it from getting stuck on branches Eye Color: Sky Blue Skin Color: White, but tanned from years in the sun. Mostly covered by hair. Height: 6'3" Body Build: Tall and muscular. His muscles are toned, but not huge, as he's built for speed and not strength. Clothing: Torva dresses in simple farmhand attire. His shirt is a loose fitting tan cotton with cutoff sleeves. He wears simple brown pants and generally goes without shoes. In the event that he has to go into town, he generally wears simple pauper's shoes and trades in his shirt for a plaid long-sleeved shirt. A basic belt holds his pants up, with loops on the pants generally used for tying objects to, like a money bag. Physical Quirks: An injury during his journey has caused him to become unable to transform fully into a human, leaving him looking at-best like a werewolf. Weapons: Generally fights bare-handed, although he is capable with a simple bow and arrow when hunting. Background: Torva grew up the poor son of a Daeva in the moutains north of Xerxes. His father preferred his family stay away from others, instead focusing on being self-reliant. As such, Torva spent much of his childhood learning to farm, fish, and hunt. Now an adult, he followed in his father's footsteps and built his own home outside of town, venturing in once a month for supplies. A lifetime of hunting and hard work in isolation has turned in an honest, if not somewhat ignorant, man. This is only complicated by the fact that his father went feral when he was just 18, leaving a mark on his family name that he cannot escape. As such, Torva has finally decided that the world is not working hard enough to find a cure, and has packed up and set out for town to discover for himself exactly why his people are afflicted so. After traveling with the group for so long, he has fallen deeply in love with the Seraphim Hagumi, and together they continue to search for a cure and fight through the intolerance that such a pairing will create. Extra: A lifetime of injuries living alone in nature has made Torva a capable field medic. Unfortunately, he is more a hunter and tracker than a fighter, and while he is more than capable of defending himself, can't quite match the skill of a soldier, and certainly not the destructive power of a mage.
[ { "text": "The operation had been much quicker and much less painful than Cadogan had imagined, though he was a bit pale and weary he couldn't stop himself from smiling. After all everything had gone perfectly for a change - apart from a broken wine bottle, which reminded the Great Inventor that it would take a while for him to get used to the new arm. He had politely bidden farewell to Alonzo and his healer friend and headed back towards the building where the Council was meeting.\n\nSurprisingly the white haired man managed to reach the Council building without further incidents and had purchased a short gray cape to cover the metallic arm of his. As he glanced up the stairs he came to the conclusion that some kind of a ruckus had ocured moments before - a ruckus he was not keen on exploring - besides the guards would most likely just detain him at the door if he'd try to approach.\n\nVery casually Cadogan seated himself on one of the steps and lit his pipe. \"I wonder what's going on in there?\" He asked from himself after blowing a ring of smoke. He moved two small switches on his arm and some of the runes stopped gleaming. Then the white haired man very cautiously took hold of the pipe with the metallic fingers of his left hand. \"Hmh... Atleast this thing works... Now what could I add to it?\" The Great Inventor's mind began racing again.", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Maybe a brush?\" Chii teased as she appeared from seemingly out of nowhere and seated herself on the steps next to Cadogan. \"Studying The Great Inventor's new mechanical arm, Chii tilted her head slightly to the right and then peered at Cadogan curiously. \"Did it hurt?\" the diminutive dragoness asked as she reached out to ru the forefinger of her right hand along Cadogan's metal forearm. \"I would think it hurt,\" Chii mused as she pulled her hand back and folded it on her lap, right hand laying over left. \"So you don't know what's going on either? It's the council chambers, so a meeting, I think. Maybe the one to decide whether the seraphim will be joining the war... probably on the human's side,\" Chii mused aloud as she lifted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping from right to left. \n\n\"If that happens... I wonder how many of us will survive?\" Chii asked, her question directed partly at Cadogan and partly at anyone else within earshot. \"My race, I mean,\" she added while glancing down at her hands, turning them over and flexing her fingers-claws slowly. \"Before I started this trip, before I came looking for Neon, I had my own ideas about humans and seraphim.. anyone would.\" Chii paused to look up at the vast expanse of clear blue sky overhead before adding softly, a touch of sadness in her voice, \"I can't say I have been friends with everyone, but I would miss you, and Garran... even the others. I wouldn't enjoy havimg to fight any of you.\" Lowering her gaze from the sky, Chii looked to Cadogan, her golden-silver flecked eyes showing a sudden warmth. \"I mean that.\"", "username": "Pumirya", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I shouldn't have come here.\" Morrian regretted. Garren would likely feel just as out of place in a soft and gilded city like this. \"The weak gather in hordes and murmur or whine while the strong do everything. It's why I left my homeland to begin with. I wanted to be stronger, surrounded by weakness I could only get weaker. Here it permeates everything and I cannot fight back or they will take it as a national offense.\" Finally he confessed, \"I wanted to see how Torva and the tiny dragon have grown. Should I stay and endure this humiliation?\" He asked Garren. He felt an odd comradery with the human, a comfort he had left when his crew betrayed his ideals.", "username": "Necrophage", "char_name": null } ]
Torva could hear the pace of his heart increase as each trial was described, the thunderous boom echoing in his head as he came to regret more and more his decision to speak up. They had fought side-by-side before, and the risk of death was ever present, but this somehow felt more... visceral. Perhaps it was knowing she would have to push beyond her limits, or perhaps it was the faint pulsing of Arach in the center of the room, almost taunting Hagumi to draw its power out. "Torva has seen this once, long ago" Hagumi said, drawing Torva's gaze to hers just as his fur began to stand on end. He stood there, enduring the cold as freezing winds picked up, tearing through the small chamber as if searching for a way out. Frost formed along the tips of his fur as the mages in the chamber all cast protective barriers. The guards, too, began placing shells around each of the observers in the room. When it was his turn, Torva simply waved the guard off who, confused, simply moved on, not particularly concerned if a crazy daeva had a death wish. It was not that he felt he could endure the blizzard, far from it. He had seen it freeze men in their tracks. Rather, it was his unwavering faith in Hagumi. The knowledge that, even in a blizzard, he could trust her. Her magic would protect him from the worst of it. He just knew it. The room was white, visibility no more than a few inches beyond one's face. To most, the roaring winds of the blizzard drowned out all sounds, and yet deep in this blinding chaos Torva remained, ears alert and eyes starting right where Hagumi was, as if gazing through the storm itself. He could hear every tiny whimper as she struggled, smell the faint change in her scent as the ice began to coat her very body. His every senses were attuned to her. It was not until the snow began to fade that he allowed himself to relax. Her breath, however sharp, remained constant; her heart steady. The weight of a race sat on her shoulders, and it had driven her resolve to surpass their limits. The frost on his body quickly melted as the final and most dangerous trial began. Arach burst into life and Hagumi drew out its power. A great red dragon, made entirely of fire, burst from the blade, lingering like a genie over the ice mage. It's great claws reached forward, as if to draw out Hagumi's life energy. It hesitated, recoiling slightly just shy of touching her before swirling back into the blade and vanishing. Although the party would never know, Ardal gave the slightest of glances towards Neon during the final trial. As Arach had begun to consume Hagumi, the queen's eyes had turned a pitched black, and she gave the faintest of shakes towards the flame dragon, as if to tell it "no, this one is not yours." Neon was hardly aware of it herself, as was her intense focus on the trials, if not for Hagumi, than for the vote they knew she would cast. She felt ashamed, knowing her vote weighed just as heavily in her mind as Hagumi's life, but this was bigger than all of them, and she hoped the others would feel the same way if the situation was reversed. Before Hagumi had even hit the floor, Torva was at her side monitoring her vitals. Neon, meanwhile, had not moved, her eyes locked now with Justica. She had no love for the council, nor for tradition. What Neon believed in was results. "Has she passed?" she asked bluntly. "It will take some consideration before we can fully determine..." Justica began to say, somewhat humbled at the unexpected show of talent. Hagumi was certainly not the most powerful mage she had ever seen, not by a long shot, but for her age she was clearly far above the average, and her determination was among the best. The councilwoman had not expected one among the ragtag group to be so... qualified. "Yes or no." Neon belted, surprising even the guard. Justica's almost trademark snark was nowhere to be found. She had, for the moment, rediscovered what it really meant to stand on the council. "If she survives, she has passed." As if responding the the news, the doors swung open and a madman entered the chambers, shouting at the top of his lungs about "master" this and "idiocy" that. It was enough to bring the somber nature of the trials come crashing down. Startled, Neon turned to see who was crazy enough to just come crashing into the chambers. Even more confusing, the guards at first did nothing to stop him. Clearly whoever he was, the council guards were familiar with his presence. It wasn't until they noticed he was inebriated that they moved to restrict him, even then moving with the presence of one taking pity on an old friend. Fergus crashed back out of the chamber and into the hall, nearly tripping into Chii, Cadogan, and Morian as they sat waiting. Fuming, Neon stormed after him, leaving the council to resolve their matters for the day. No vote would be finalized until Hagumi had recovered, but it was obvious that the winds had turned. There would still be war, no doubt about it, but at least it would be against humans, and humans alone. Catching up to the drunken vagrant, Neon spun him around and grabbed him by the collar. "I don't care who you are. I don't care that Vates was your master. What I DO care about is that you nearly interrupted my friend at the most crucial moment of her trials when her life was most at risk!" She shouted, shaking him slightly in an attempt to get his glazed over eyes to focus. "If we hadn't just prevented the seraphim from going to war, I'd probably rip your arms off right now!" "...but you caught me in a good mood." Neon added, lowering her voice significantly. Hoping that the severity of his actions had penetrated however slightly the rage fueled brain of the man before her, she finally released her grip on his clothing. "Chii, Hagumi needs you right now." Neon said, not breaking her gaze on Fergus. "Whoever killed your master, they had a very good reason for doing so. I happen to have a very good reason for needing to slowly melt his fingers off until he tells me who he works for." Neon reached back into a pouch, and pulled out a fresh bottle of strong-smelling booze. She placed it into Fergus' hands, clasping them together. "Tell me everything you know." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Torva took no notice of the scene that unfolded as the doors swung wide and Fergus charged in. Sunlight poured into the room, illuminating Hagumi's body held gently in Torva's arms. Her pulse was faint, and the daeva dare not move her for fear of further injury. Her wings were frostbitten in some places, singed in others, and her sweat-drenched body looked surprisingly gaunt and frail. It was not until medics arrived on the scene that he dare move. As they carried her off, Torva simply sat there, trying to remember the weight in his arms; lock into his mind the smell of her hair. Hagumi has passed the test. She was now a member of the council. And the council never leaves.
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Fergus Bluerock
Nickname: The Loyal Hound, The Booze Hound Species: Rock Daeva Age: 35-ish Hair Color: Dark red with white stripes here and there. Hair Style: His hair is spiking to every possible direction, he's wearing dark leather headband,which also acts as a piece of armor, to keep it from getting on his eyes all the time. Eye Color: Left one brown, right one bright blue. Skin Color: Well tanned in the sun. Gray as rock in his hands and legs. Height: 5'9 while hunched, 6'3 if he is standing straight Body Build: Muscular build, especially from the right arm, still muscular yet more athletic from the rest of his body. His back is very slightly hunched, a side effect from lugging his heavy shield around from such an early age. Clothing: His normal attire includes dark leather pants with steel plating, steel greaves and -bracers, headband with steel plating around forehead, steel shoulderplate on right shoulder. His left arm is covered with a thick and wide armor plating that connect to his steel bracer. He has a leather strap around his neck filled with what seem to be prayer beads, but upon closer inspection each bead is actually perfectly round and smooth rock. For the colder days and/or regions he wears a sabertooth pelt around his torso, when not worn it just kinda hangs around his waist and legs. Physical Quirks: He looks like a human. Very much like a human. Without really careful inspection, one cannot really tell the difference. His hands and legs would give him out swiftly due to their gray colour and rocky look when exposed. Either way, he's been going around as a human and doesn't see any reasong to change his ways, at least so far he hasn't found one and with all these troubled times going on in the world, he finds it more sensible solution to let them think of him as a human than as a daeva. His ears are quite sharp and sort of resemble those of a canine, just hairless and well, less animalistic. Aside from the humanlike details on the inside, they could as well be hairless wolfhound ears. Rest of his face is quite sharply featured too, it's smooth and solid aside from a long scar that goes from his left cheek across his chin and all the way to his neck and shoulder. it's a curious wound that only begs the question, who and how caused it. His right arm is considerably more muscular than rest of his body, partly because his shoulder is deformed and has grown large bone and muscular structure. Makes it difficult to find fitting shirts and thus he's not wearing any. With his chest exposed he also challenges anyone threatening him or his current Master to aim right at him. There is also a bullseye tattoo on the left side of his chest circled with the sentence "Who dares to kill me?" His chest and back are filled with scars received from defending his Masters against threats. Some of them look quite fatal, but at least according to his own words they look way worse than they actually are. The strangest part of his whole body is his heart that does not reside where it would with a normal humanoid being, instead of being on the left side of his chest, it's all the way to the right, thus the rest of his system is also reversed when comparing to normal human for example. It also beats slower than a normal heart and is more difficult to hear due to rock casing around it below his thick skin. Background, The Loyal Hound: Fergus started his career as a bodyguard at quite young age, first off it had been pretty much a joke between few friends, but from the big kiddo that kicked the ass of local bullies attacking his friends he grew into a teen that kept even strangers safe from attacks and finally by breaking all ties to his former friends and family, into a professional known as The Loyal Hound he is nowadays. Leaving one's family behind like that could have been difficult, but he was always the black sheep of his family, both of his parents were into local politics, his sister a teacher and there was him, a brutish, disfigured and violent male. It wasn't too obvious that he wasn't in the best terms with his family, he grew annoyed quickly when his sister tried to teach him some advanced things. He grew annoyed when his parents tried to teach him into politics. And then he left. No word for anyone and in the middle of darkest night he left, with nothing but his shield and armor with him, commissioned with his father's money of course, the only think he's grateful to him. He is well known for making a contract and no matter how much anyone would ever offer him to break it, he only leaves his Master's side when they release him from the servitude, or until they die one way or another. Until then, he'd follow them to the end of the world if he had to. During his years of protecting people from nobility to poor people, he eventually drifted in the servitude of Lord Vates of the Seraphim Council, he hired him a s a personal guard under a strict rule of hm never showing his true colours. As Fergus had been doing that nearly all his life after leaving his home, this was no problem to him, and thus he served his new Master faithfully. Until.... Background, The Booze Hound: His second nickname comes from being well known for not taking it well if he fails to protect someone, and many taverns and inns have received great income from him, he can literally sit in such place for days and there's even a rumour going that he has emptied local pub's alcohol reserves all by himself within a mere week. Should a death of his client or "Master" as he addresses them occur in a way he could've prevented it even in theory, he easily, and most likely, succumbs into drinking frenzy. It's nowhere near civilized drinking, and he cares a little what he pours down his throat in that case, as long as it contains alcohol, the more the better. After a good night of drinking his sorrows and fighting his inner demons over and over again, Fergus is in need ot caffeine. Thus he will find a way to make himself large pot of coffee. Coffee so black and thick that no normal man could bear to drink it even if it wouldn't get stuck in their throats. Usually a night drinking and a morning, well, drinking coffee, clears Fergus' head enough for him to be able to start his search for new Master again. Extra: The Loyal Hound nickname came from his differently coloured eyes which is quite common feature within the guard dogs humans tend to utilize in their households. The Booze Hound nickname comes from the amounts of alcohol he pours into himself when he drinks. Fergus isn't too bright. He knows how to read and do some basic math, but he's not a strategist, or tactician, not a scientist or a teacher. He's one of those who are better at following orders than giving them, and he's content with that. That doesn't mean that he won't feel dumb every now and then, he does feel so quite often. Yes, he howls. Yes, he growls. No, you can't put him on a leash. Or at the very least that's not very wise. He's lugging around heavy , custom made kite shield. This shield of his is thicker than a regular shield you'd see, it's nearly 5 feet long and 3 feet wide and weights 220 pounds, it's been battered over and over again during the years of it's servitude, yet it remains whole, scratched sure, but whole. This shield that Fergus calls the Steel Aegis comes with a built in iron spike about the length of 1½ feet that is released and locked with a flick of finger on the inside,the spike slides out at the left side of the shield, making it both effective shield and a deadly weapon. Fergus carries this heavy beast strapped around his right gauntlet, in a way making it also yet another piece of his armor. He can fix damage from his body by eating rocks. Literally chewing them into small bits and swallowing. The bigger the damage, the larger amount of rock needed. Also rest, lots and lots of rest, although the scars from the hits still remain. Unfortunately no amount of rocks can bring him back from the dead. Fergus is constantly haunted by his deceased Masters he failed to protect, they are still there when he sleeps their killers haunting his dreams, to some he's unstable, while to some he is simply humane. Whether it is the first or the second option, this drives him to push his limits to dangerous levels to keep the count from growing any higher. Via his failures, and learning from them, he has developed an unusual ability to look at his surroundings and imagine every relatively possible way that someone could attack, harm or kill someone else. This tactical vision of his has evolved to a point where he can nearly foresee the future, of course in some cases, the future he sees is not the real one, if real world at all, which in that case confuses him greatly.
[ { "text": "Cadogan smiled, it was not a mocking smile, nor was it a smile filled with overpowering self confidence. It was a very sincere smile.*She trusts me. She actually sounds so sincere. Usually people wouldn't trust a drunkard making final adjustments to their armor...*The Great Inventor nodded his head and very gently tapped Chii on the forehead with his index finger. \"Everything will go just fine.\" He whispered and winked at the tiny dragoness before straightening up properly.\n\nDespite the smell of alcohol that hovered around the white haired man his eyes were clear, his hands did not shake even a little bit and his mind was obviously still very sharp.*You should have seen me when I fixed the Providence, that time I was drinking brandy and the damn thing worked even better than I had expected.*Cadogan thought to himself as he began explaining all the runes and their workings to the judges. If someone was paying attention to his mannerisms and speech it would be obvious that he was exaggerating his drunkenness a bit.", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kayla sighed as she stepped out of her meeting with the two Councillors. She hated politics and all that came with it - why was it so difficult for people to simply do good and right by their fellow man? Well, she could answer that herself - they had a very narrow-minded view of what \"fellow man\" included. At the very least, it seemed the Councillors were deep in thought and willing to reconsider their stance on the situation.\n\nNeither man had been able to argue against her logic, but she knew better than to trust rationality to win over politicians. Though Vates was a stubborn man, he seemed to take her words seriously, at least. Hopefully by tomorrow he was willing to take a stand against the war, if not abstain from the vote. There was little love for the daeva in the human and seraphim kingdoms, but at least the seraphim considered themselves a little more refined in their treatment of \"lesser races\".\n\nThere was little else to be done, since there was little chance she'd be able to petition the other Councillors on such short notice. Besides, they probably knew she had already been invited to speak to two of the Council already and any attempt to speak to the rest so soon might make her seem desperate. They all knew she had good reason to be in such a rush, but the ones who cared and would entertain her were the ones who were against the war in the first place.\n\nShe was barely out the door when she saw a familiar face headed in her direction. \"Neon!\" Kayla cried out, waving cheerfully at the dragonness. \"Perfect time. I just spoke to Macto and Munus, hopefully they'll both reconsider their stance on supporting the humans... I could accompany you if you're speaking to the rest of the Council. My presence should help your case at least a little.\"", "username": "Reaper", "char_name": null } ]
Lazarus had just sat down comfortably and enjoyed his ale, when someone approached him: It wasn't that special really, so he lowered his other hand on a hilt of a sword. But this figure , Vlad, wasn't out for a fight it seemed, instead he offered him work. He listened through his offer while taking a sip of his drink every now and then, and quietly waited for the person to leave and disappear before lifting his head and shaking it, glancing over at the bag and getting up, he takes the 'token of appreciation' as it was called and lobs it over at the tavern keeper, telling him to offer free drinks to people as long as that bag runs out. He then leaves the tavern quickly and looks around, where did that figure go?."Hmph." He frowns slightly and heads away from the building, it could be a trap for all he cared, and even if it was not, Lazarus was a bounty hunter, not a mercenary nor an assassin. This person, whoever he was in the end, clearly could not tell the difference, but since he offered that kind of a deal, there was a fair chance that his head too would be found from a bulletin board sooner or later. Or then he could go after him by making his suggestion a personal offence towards his good...dec...name. Lazarus now had two choices. Either he disappeared from the city without another sound, or then returned to the tavern the next day and comfort this Vlad person.. He would probably run into a conflict with him, which could lead to property damage and possibly bystander casualties. Or then, the whole thing would be a set up by the watch to see if they can take him in for accepting assassination contracts. On the other hand, Lazarus was confident that he could get away from the possible ambush, but then, Vlad did not seem just a normal person, and having him to deal with along with these watch members could prove to be difficult. At least, alone.
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Fergus Bluerock
Nickname: The Loyal Hound, The Booze Hound Species: Rock Daeva Age: 35-ish Hair Color: Dark red with white stripes here and there. Hair Style: His hair is spiking to every possible direction, he's wearing dark leather headband,which also acts as a piece of armor, to keep it from getting on his eyes all the time. Eye Color: Left one brown, right one bright blue. Skin Color: Well tanned in the sun. Gray as rock in his hands and legs. Height: 5'9 while hunched, 6'3 if he is standing straight Body Build: Muscular build, especially from the right arm, still muscular yet more athletic from the rest of his body. His back is very slightly hunched, a side effect from lugging his heavy shield around from such an early age. Clothing: His normal attire includes dark leather pants with steel plating, steel greaves and -bracers, headband with steel plating around forehead, steel shoulderplate on right shoulder. His left arm is covered with a thick and wide armor plating that connect to his steel bracer. He has a leather strap around his neck filled with what seem to be prayer beads, but upon closer inspection each bead is actually perfectly round and smooth rock. For the colder days and/or regions he wears a sabertooth pelt around his torso, when not worn it just kinda hangs around his waist and legs. Physical Quirks: He looks like a human. Very much like a human. Without really careful inspection, one cannot really tell the difference. His hands and legs would give him out swiftly due to their gray colour and rocky look when exposed. Either way, he's been going around as a human and doesn't see any reasong to change his ways, at least so far he hasn't found one and with all these troubled times going on in the world, he finds it more sensible solution to let them think of him as a human than as a daeva. His ears are quite sharp and sort of resemble those of a canine, just hairless and well, less animalistic. Aside from the humanlike details on the inside, they could as well be hairless wolfhound ears. Rest of his face is quite sharply featured too, it's smooth and solid aside from a long scar that goes from his left cheek across his chin and all the way to his neck and shoulder. it's a curious wound that only begs the question, who and how caused it. His right arm is considerably more muscular than rest of his body, partly because his shoulder is deformed and has grown large bone and muscular structure. Makes it difficult to find fitting shirts and thus he's not wearing any. With his chest exposed he also challenges anyone threatening him or his current Master to aim right at him. There is also a bullseye tattoo on the left side of his chest circled with the sentence "Who dares to kill me?" His chest and back are filled with scars received from defending his Masters against threats. Some of them look quite fatal, but at least according to his own words they look way worse than they actually are. The strangest part of his whole body is his heart that does not reside where it would with a normal humanoid being, instead of being on the left side of his chest, it's all the way to the right, thus the rest of his system is also reversed when comparing to normal human for example. It also beats slower than a normal heart and is more difficult to hear due to rock casing around it below his thick skin. Background, The Loyal Hound: Fergus started his career as a bodyguard at quite young age, first off it had been pretty much a joke between few friends, but from the big kiddo that kicked the ass of local bullies attacking his friends he grew into a teen that kept even strangers safe from attacks and finally by breaking all ties to his former friends and family, into a professional known as The Loyal Hound he is nowadays. Leaving one's family behind like that could have been difficult, but he was always the black sheep of his family, both of his parents were into local politics, his sister a teacher and there was him, a brutish, disfigured and violent male. It wasn't too obvious that he wasn't in the best terms with his family, he grew annoyed quickly when his sister tried to teach him some advanced things. He grew annoyed when his parents tried to teach him into politics. And then he left. No word for anyone and in the middle of darkest night he left, with nothing but his shield and armor with him, commissioned with his father's money of course, the only think he's grateful to him. He is well known for making a contract and no matter how much anyone would ever offer him to break it, he only leaves his Master's side when they release him from the servitude, or until they die one way or another. Until then, he'd follow them to the end of the world if he had to. During his years of protecting people from nobility to poor people, he eventually drifted in the servitude of Lord Vates of the Seraphim Council, he hired him a s a personal guard under a strict rule of hm never showing his true colours. As Fergus had been doing that nearly all his life after leaving his home, this was no problem to him, and thus he served his new Master faithfully. Until.... Background, The Booze Hound: His second nickname comes from being well known for not taking it well if he fails to protect someone, and many taverns and inns have received great income from him, he can literally sit in such place for days and there's even a rumour going that he has emptied local pub's alcohol reserves all by himself within a mere week. Should a death of his client or "Master" as he addresses them occur in a way he could've prevented it even in theory, he easily, and most likely, succumbs into drinking frenzy. It's nowhere near civilized drinking, and he cares a little what he pours down his throat in that case, as long as it contains alcohol, the more the better. After a good night of drinking his sorrows and fighting his inner demons over and over again, Fergus is in need ot caffeine. Thus he will find a way to make himself large pot of coffee. Coffee so black and thick that no normal man could bear to drink it even if it wouldn't get stuck in their throats. Usually a night drinking and a morning, well, drinking coffee, clears Fergus' head enough for him to be able to start his search for new Master again. Extra: The Loyal Hound nickname came from his differently coloured eyes which is quite common feature within the guard dogs humans tend to utilize in their households. The Booze Hound nickname comes from the amounts of alcohol he pours into himself when he drinks. Fergus isn't too bright. He knows how to read and do some basic math, but he's not a strategist, or tactician, not a scientist or a teacher. He's one of those who are better at following orders than giving them, and he's content with that. That doesn't mean that he won't feel dumb every now and then, he does feel so quite often. Yes, he howls. Yes, he growls. No, you can't put him on a leash. Or at the very least that's not very wise. He's lugging around heavy , custom made kite shield. This shield of his is thicker than a regular shield you'd see, it's nearly 5 feet long and 3 feet wide and weights 220 pounds, it's been battered over and over again during the years of it's servitude, yet it remains whole, scratched sure, but whole. This shield that Fergus calls the Steel Aegis comes with a built in iron spike about the length of 1½ feet that is released and locked with a flick of finger on the inside,the spike slides out at the left side of the shield, making it both effective shield and a deadly weapon. Fergus carries this heavy beast strapped around his right gauntlet, in a way making it also yet another piece of his armor. He can fix damage from his body by eating rocks. Literally chewing them into small bits and swallowing. The bigger the damage, the larger amount of rock needed. Also rest, lots and lots of rest, although the scars from the hits still remain. Unfortunately no amount of rocks can bring him back from the dead. Fergus is constantly haunted by his deceased Masters he failed to protect, they are still there when he sleeps their killers haunting his dreams, to some he's unstable, while to some he is simply humane. Whether it is the first or the second option, this drives him to push his limits to dangerous levels to keep the count from growing any higher. Via his failures, and learning from them, he has developed an unusual ability to look at his surroundings and imagine every relatively possible way that someone could attack, harm or kill someone else. This tactical vision of his has evolved to a point where he can nearly foresee the future, of course in some cases, the future he sees is not the real one, if real world at all, which in that case confuses him greatly.
[ { "text": "Cadogan had momentarily sank in to his own thoughts again. Thoughts of profit, war and war machines. He only half listened to Chii as the tiny dragoness politely stopped him from ruffling her hair any further. Then he heard the word 'inquisitor'. Something about that word had always rubbed him the wrong way. Still, the white haired man stood up properly and fixed his most neutral expression to his face.\n\nAs Chii introduced Garran in a manner that was in the Great Inventor's opinion rather a lacking one he coughed politely. \"Terribly sorry to butt in to the conversation like this, sir inquisitor...\" Admittedly Cadogan did not sound like he was sorry to the slightest. \"Since there are some introductory happenings going on, and since the li'll miss here isn't doing a proper job of it.\" The white haired man gave Chii a little apologetic glance and a relatively polite smile before turning his attention to Cassius. \"Now then good sir.\" Cadogan moved his hand in an overtly polite little flourish while motioning towards Garran. \"Allow me to introduce you to captain Garran Versathalon - the scourge of any winehouse from here to the farthest reaches of Dumont and one of the most stubborn fellow's I have ever met.\"\n\nThe Great Inventor smirked as he made the most overtly polite and well rehearsed bow towards Cassius - after all you'd have to be polite to inquisitors if you didn't want to get in to trouble. \"I on the other hand...\" As he straightened up Cadogan moved the metallic hand of his to rest on his hip. \"Sir Cadogan Decimus Feraldo, the Great Inventor - formerly of Dumont, now under the service of Her Royal Highness, Queen Dralina Blazion.\" The white haired man glanced at Chii and Garran as if to ask if he had forgotten something important about the introductions.", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Cassius turned his attention to the man- he somewhat smirked at the formalities. \n\"Not to burst your bubble, though I do enjoy this... spectacle... You can treat me and address me as a civilian. So... no meed for these massive formalities.\" he chuckled and turned his head trying to hide his blush- the situation was quite embarrassing to him. Even if a tad bit fun. \n\nCassius recomposed himself a bit. \n\"But um... It's nice to meet you all. And this dragoness is acctully one of my closest friends. She might show a bit of a mean streak, but you'd be surprised at how kind she can be. Unfortunately she has expectations of herself time to time about how to act when 'appropriate...'\" he whispered. The Queen was his friend first and foremost, his queen secondly. \n\n\"As for the little one... I know her slightly. It's just nice to see her out of chains...\" he said a bit blunkly; blank with a flat expression, probably because of the horrors she may have went through that he wasn't even fully aware of. At heart, he wishes the best for Chii. Sighing, he turned his attention back to the group. \n\n\"It's nice to meet you however Cadogen. We are people, not tools of formality.\" He smiled as he extended his hand out.", "username": "CAS1006", "char_name": "Cassius Alexandros Svent" } ]
Fergus was already on his way out and to nearest tavern when he was interrupted yet again, this time by a sudden realization that someone had been following him all the way from the council to here and that he had answered to him as well as the lady from earlier. This person had a very Seraphin looks, that was to be expected quite naturally. However, unlike most Seraphim, he seemed actually somewhat reasonable, or maybe that was the alcohol thinking for him. Whatever the case would be, he wanted to see Master Vates' chambers and apparently catch the assassin. The large male shrugs and turns, walking back and picking up the key he had tossed away earlier, he then begun to guide Caelum to his Master's chambers, even in his current state the trip went smoothly and he did not even stumble around that much. Upon reaching the door it still seemed completely unharmed, but unlocked for now. Fergus looks at the key with irritated look and then opens the door, stepping inside and leaving the door wide open. Without waiting for the Seraphim at all he walks over to Vates' desk and places the key down on it before turning around. "Alright. Come on in and do your sniffing, searching, whatever it is you people do with your magical shite." He laughs lightly and looks around the room himself once again. He had been investigating the room over and over and over again earlier, but he had been unable to find anything out of ordinary. It troubled him greatly, but the Seraphim had suggested faulty warding to be part of the reason. To Fergus right now, that did sound just as logical as wearing boots when going outside. Still, something was bothering him about the case, something he could swear that he knew of, it was just this tiny whisper at the back of his head that tried to reach his mind. But no, in his currect state, not to mention the one he most likely would end up being later on, there would be no chance for that to happen.
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Nickname: The Great Inventor of Dumont Species: Human Age: 34 Hair Color: Black with gray streaks Hair Style: Long, wavy, extends past his shoulders, slight balding can be noticed on the temples Eye Color: Gray Skin Color: Very pale Height: 6''0 Body Build: Fragaile, broad shouldered, very thin arms and long fingers. Clothing: White fencing shirt covered by a black leather vest and a grayish green overcoat that extends down to his knees. Gray baggy pants and a pair of well polished kneehigh leather boots Physical Quirks: To his favour it must be said that Cadogan is quite handsome man - well no, not handsome, beautiful would be the correct term. He has very effeminate facial features - well not just facial features... In other words his gender is quite difficult to detect before getting a proper look at him. He has a little scar on the left side of his mouth that gives him a permanent half smile. His thin, long fingers have little cuts and burnmarks all over them due to his little experiments with something he likes to call the Better Explosive Powder. Cadogan allso has to rely on a walking stick for support due to the fact that his left leg having damaged tendons. Background: Cadogan Feraldo was born to a relatively rich family and recieved the best education he could. Over the years he has traveled all around the world and met all sorts of people - daevas and seraphim also. He was allways fascinated by how things work and at the age of 20 he had allready gained conciderable experience and fame as an inventor of both weapons and all sorts of appliances. He currently recides in Dumont in a relatively small workshop and is very rarely seen outside. Extra: Has a craving for green apples.
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While he waits for the reply, he observes his surroundings and shakes his head a bit, for he knows not where he is at the moment.\"A while..\" He mutters under his breath and gives his now squirming prisoner an firm squeeze, briefly cutting his air off.\"Oh be patient Ladykiller, you'll be off of my grasp soon enough...\"", "username": "FinDragon", "char_name": "Fergus Bluerock" }, { "text": "Despite himself, Garran blushed a bit as Fiora's tiny hand slipped into his grasp. Nevertheless, he eclipsed hers with his own and laughed as raucously as ever. \"Sure, why not lassie, thar always be room in me belly fer grog!\" he shouted as he slapped his scorched abdomen. Caelum laughed once, before turning away into the recesses of the mansion. \"Run along you two, I still have work to do here,\" he said as he flexed his old, yellowed wings, \"besides, I still have to explain to the constable what happened here, and I'd rather you two not be at the scene of the crime to mess up the story.\" Garran threw him a little look, before shrugging and turning to Fiora. \"Whassay we head 'n down t' the port 'nd see what bars are open lass?\" he asked with a grand smile on his face, \"ev'ry drink 's on me t'day! Lessee if ye c'n outdrink ye old cap'n!\"\n\nIn the dingy bar of the \"Saucy Stallion\" within the merchant's district, the two humans found refuge among their kind. It was still a little gaudy for Garram's taste, but being a newcomer to this city, he didn't see anything better, and so he entered with his companion, still holding her hand. A few wolf whistles went up as the two walked through the door, as well as a few shudders as they caught sight of the massive tear in Garran's cheek, revealing the inner musclature of his mouth. Taking a seat in one of the more secluded booths, Garran was served a tankard of heavy ale without even asking, which he promptly slammed down in three gulps. As Fiora's drink finally came, and Garran's was refilled, they toasted various things together. Their health. The health of their party, Their mutual survival, and the rest was just drowned out in a flurry of empty tankards.\n\nHalfway through his next tankard, Garran caught a glimpse of a group of men drawing nearer to their table. As they came closer however, they seemed to totally ignore him. \"Hey pretty lady, how about you dump that ugly arse you've got there and come have some fun with us?\" said the one one in the lead, a skinny little beanpole with too much ego for his own good. Before Fiora could speak, Garran stood up to his full height, shadowing the little twat and blocking out the sun. \"Turn ar'nd 'nd leave, laddie,\" Garran warned with a smile and pleasant tone, \"this lass be with me.\" Turning to him with a smug look on his face, the man scoffed. \"I believe I was talking to the madame, you overgrown gorilla,\" he said haughtily. Laughing uproariously, Garran leaned in closer, before grabbing him by the folds of his tunic and lifting him off his feet. \"Unhand me brute!\" he shouted indignantly as he tried to pry Garran's massive, ham-like fists off, \"do you know who I am?! My father is the great merchant-!\"\n\"I dn't give a crap, lad,\" Garran said, the smell of cheap alcohol on his breath causing the man to turn away in disgust. Leaning in closer, Garran smiled even wider, emphasising the various scars on is face, especially his missing cheek. \"D'ye wanna know how I got these scars lad?\" he whispered menacingly as their eyes locked again. The man remained silent, suddenly cowed by his sheer size. With a sudden lurch, Garran threw his head forwards and cracked it into the rich ponce's forehead, knocking his unconscious. Throwing his limp body to the ground, he turned in time to see one of his lackeys draw a knife from his belt. \"C'mon lad, that be nothin' more than a pin!\" he shouted as he doubled over in laughter. Enraged, the man stepped forwards and made a stab, but the pirate grabbed his wrist and tyanked upwards. With a belly churning crunch, he tightened his grip, and the man screamed as he grasped at his arm. Dropping him back to the ground next to his unconscious master, he revealed that with a simple grinding of his hand, he had snapped the bones in his wrist and forearm. The knife, tiny in the goliath's grasp, was thrown into the ground beside him.\n\nTurning back to Fiora, he beamed brightly, as if nothing had happened. \"So, whar were we?\" he asked as he took a step forward, before there was a sudden snap and a shower of splinters. Being forced over, Garran was silent for a second as one of the bar patrons slammed a chair over his head, breaking the piece of furniture. Silence occupied the entire bar. Slowly, laughter permeated the room, coming from the pirate himself. Turning to his aggressor, he grabbedhim by the face and lifted him up. \"I guess yer lookin' fer trouble, matey,\" he said as he smiled widely, a single drop of blood making its way down his face, staining his fair, \"and guess what? Ye just FOUND IT!\" With those final two words, he cast the man into the wall opposite him. it was then that all hell broke loose. Cheeking, fighting and breaking furniture.", "username": "Harbringer", "char_name": null } ]
"Something interesting? You are one lucky fellow," the guard said as he studied Lazarus. "See that giant arena in the distance? The inventor's games will be starting soon. It's one of the biggest events in all of Czarina and a true show of Seraphim skill." he added, neglecting to mention that all the races were of course allowed to enter. "In fact, if you hurry you just might make the opening ceremonies...." --- The crowd roared to life as the announcer and master of ceremonies took to the center of the arena. The contest was held each year in a Colosseum nicknamed the Magnus for its sheer size. Tens of thousands could fit in the circular arena, and certainly it seemed as if that many had attended for the day's activities. The arena itself had been made perfectly flat through earth magic, with over a hundred workbenches scattered throughout evenly, all facing inward. In the center a massive pit loomed, dark and ominous. While the announcer riled the crowd up with stories of past winners and returning champions, the competitors were being given a much more useful explanation of the rules by the judges in an underground chamber leading out into the arena. "Each competitor will be allowed to enter each of the three main events. Placing well in any event will score points proportional to your rank, while placing poorly will cost you an equal amount of points. Not competing in any event will not be penalized, and the winner will be determined by their total combined score." Three additional judges stepped forward, all seraphim in official garb, each representing a different event. "The first event will be weaponry," the leftmost said, glancing down at parchment. "All competitors will be given an hour to create a weapon of their choosing. Targets will be provided for demonstration. Ranged weapons are allowed but you must create your own ammo. You will be scored on craftsmanship, durability, originality and, of course, lethality." "The weapons event will be followed by armor," the second instructed. "Competitors will have two hours to create as many pieces of armor as they wish. Competitors in this event must have an assistant to model the armor. A precaution: the armor will be tested, so do not enter if you are not confident in your design or care for the survival of the person assisting you. Points will be awarded for quantity of armor as well as quality, weight, craftsmanship, flexibility where appropriate, and function where magically enhanced." "Finally," the center seraphim said, stepping forward, "we will close with the trinket event, a crowd favorite. Competitors will be given three hours to refine and showcase any items they have brought with them or create in that timeframe. Entries from previous years will not be accepted. They can be anything, so be creative! The winner will be determined by panel evaluating each item's uniqueness, durability, function, visual appeal, and by crowd reaction." "In a moment we will be opening the gates and you will be directed to the bench prepared for you. I see some new faces this year," the head judge said, nodding at Cadogan, "so I expect to be surprised. Winners, don't get lazy because you won in in previous competitions." As the gate began to rise light poured in from outside as the cheers of the audience shook the very walls. "GOOD LUCK" the judge shouted as he pointed towards the exit, shielding his eyes from the light. "MAY THE BEST INVENTOR WIN!" Outside, the master of ceremonies greeted the inventors and officially began the event by firing a bolt of energy high into the air. The bolt arced in the sky and flew down into the massive pit, which exploded into a massive flame that rose above the Colosseum itself. Embers flew from the pit, dancing through the sky in a magical display and earning cheers from the crowd as they fluttered down to each station, lightning coals to be used in smithing. The first event had begun.
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Nickname: The Great Inventor of Dumont Species: Human Age: 34 Hair Color: Black with gray streaks Hair Style: Long, wavy, extends past his shoulders, slight balding can be noticed on the temples Eye Color: Gray Skin Color: Very pale Height: 6''0 Body Build: Fragaile, broad shouldered, very thin arms and long fingers. Clothing: White fencing shirt covered by a black leather vest and a grayish green overcoat that extends down to his knees. Gray baggy pants and a pair of well polished kneehigh leather boots Physical Quirks: To his favour it must be said that Cadogan is quite handsome man - well no, not handsome, beautiful would be the correct term. He has very effeminate facial features - well not just facial features... In other words his gender is quite difficult to detect before getting a proper look at him. He has a little scar on the left side of his mouth that gives him a permanent half smile. His thin, long fingers have little cuts and burnmarks all over them due to his little experiments with something he likes to call the Better Explosive Powder. Cadogan allso has to rely on a walking stick for support due to the fact that his left leg having damaged tendons. Background: Cadogan Feraldo was born to a relatively rich family and recieved the best education he could. Over the years he has traveled all around the world and met all sorts of people - daevas and seraphim also. He was allways fascinated by how things work and at the age of 20 he had allready gained conciderable experience and fame as an inventor of both weapons and all sorts of appliances. He currently recides in Dumont in a relatively small workshop and is very rarely seen outside. Extra: Has a craving for green apples.
[ { "text": "Cadogan smiled, it was not a mocking smile, nor was it a smile filled with overpowering self confidence. It was a very sincere smile.*She trusts me. She actually sounds so sincere. Usually people wouldn't trust a drunkard making final adjustments to their armor...*The Great Inventor nodded his head and very gently tapped Chii on the forehead with his index finger. \"Everything will go just fine.\" He whispered and winked at the tiny dragoness before straightening up properly.\n\nDespite the smell of alcohol that hovered around the white haired man his eyes were clear, his hands did not shake even a little bit and his mind was obviously still very sharp.*You should have seen me when I fixed the Providence, that time I was drinking brandy and the damn thing worked even better than I had expected.*Cadogan thought to himself as he began explaining all the runes and their workings to the judges. If someone was paying attention to his mannerisms and speech it would be obvious that he was exaggerating his drunkenness a bit.", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kayla sighed as she stepped out of her meeting with the two Councillors. She hated politics and all that came with it - why was it so difficult for people to simply do good and right by their fellow man? Well, she could answer that herself - they had a very narrow-minded view of what \"fellow man\" included. At the very least, it seemed the Councillors were deep in thought and willing to reconsider their stance on the situation.\n\nNeither man had been able to argue against her logic, but she knew better than to trust rationality to win over politicians. Though Vates was a stubborn man, he seemed to take her words seriously, at least. Hopefully by tomorrow he was willing to take a stand against the war, if not abstain from the vote. There was little love for the daeva in the human and seraphim kingdoms, but at least the seraphim considered themselves a little more refined in their treatment of \"lesser races\".\n\nThere was little else to be done, since there was little chance she'd be able to petition the other Councillors on such short notice. Besides, they probably knew she had already been invited to speak to two of the Council already and any attempt to speak to the rest so soon might make her seem desperate. They all knew she had good reason to be in such a rush, but the ones who cared and would entertain her were the ones who were against the war in the first place.\n\nShe was barely out the door when she saw a familiar face headed in her direction. \"Neon!\" Kayla cried out, waving cheerfully at the dragonness. \"Perfect time. I just spoke to Macto and Munus, hopefully they'll both reconsider their stance on supporting the humans... I could accompany you if you're speaking to the rest of the Council. My presence should help your case at least a little.\"", "username": "Reaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Lazarus had just sat down comfortably and enjoyed his ale, when someone approached him: It wasn't that special really, so he lowered his other hand on a hilt of a sword. But this figure , Vlad, wasn't out for a fight it seemed, instead he offered him work. He listened through his offer while taking a sip of his drink every now and then, and quietly waited for the person to leave and disappear before lifting his head and shaking it, glancing over at the bag and getting up, he takes the 'token of appreciation' as it was called and lobs it over at the tavern keeper, telling him to offer free drinks to people as long as that bag runs out. He then leaves the tavern quickly and looks around, where did that figure go?.\"Hmph.\" He frowns slightly and heads away from the building, it could be a trap for all he cared, and even if it was not, Lazarus was a bounty hunter, not a mercenary nor an assassin. This person, whoever he was in the end, clearly could not tell the difference, but since he offered that kind of a deal, there was a fair chance that his head too would be found from a bulletin board sooner or later. Or then he could go after him by making his suggestion a personal offence towards his good...dec...name.\n\nLazarus now had two choices. Either he disappeared from the city without another sound, or then returned to the tavern the next day and comfort this Vlad person.. He would probably run into a conflict with him, which could lead to property damage and possibly bystander casualties. Or then, the whole thing would be a set up by the watch to see if they can take him in for accepting assassination contracts. On the other hand, Lazarus was confident that he could get away from the possible ambush, but then, Vlad did not seem just a normal person, and having him to deal with along with these watch members could prove to be difficult. At least, alone.", "username": "FinDragon", "char_name": "Fergus Bluerock" } ]
One by one people left Shade's home, even the injured pegasus, until it was just Neon alone with the servants. As she waited she gathered notes on what she planned to saying to the council, trying to figure out what the best plan of attack was. Her head was like a busy street corner, the constant banter of voices drowning each other out until it was almost white noise.*Perhaps this was how her father kept his sanity*, Neon thought as she filtered out the indecipherable babble from her own thoughts. Then again... she never did consider her father a sane man. Pushing the thought of her father out of her mind, Neon rolled up a parchment, sealing it with her family's crest, and stepped outside. If she wasted any more time thinking she might not even get the chance to speak with the council, and with the inventor's games taking up most of the city's attention, now was never a better time to gain an audience. She chose to walk this time, waving off a carriage that was loitering around the neighborhood looking for customers. The cold air was sharp, but not biting, and each breath of fresh air helped calm her nerves. By now word had spread of their arrival, and far fewer seraphim stopped to stare as she navigated her way towards the Council of the Righteous. If it were not for Mokk's deep gravely voice Neon would almost have certainly walked right past the daeva. Startled slightly, she turned towards the daeva while instinctively taking a small step back. At first she did not recognize the daeva, but upon making eye contact she was immediately taken back to Malum's castle. This was the one who Torva fought, although she couldn't remember why. Was he defending Malum? Or just looking for trouble? His presence in Adalrich unnerved her, as if ill winds had begun to blow trouble to their doorstep. Cautiously, she took the sealed missive from Mokk's scaly hand, although the daeva showed no outward sign of aggression. On the contrary, it had all the appearances of loyalty.... Neon sliced open the missive, a claw digging underneath the wax seal of some noble she didn't recognize. It seemed like some sort of status message, most of the content going well over Neon's head. She began to lose interest as she read, openly wondering if Mokk had confused her with a queen who actually gave a shit, until a particular paragraph seized the breath from her lungs. "R, speed up the project or we'll lose our war. The mad tiger was close. We can modify the research but you need to finish that cure. There's no telling what it could do to us if it goes out of control. We need a contingency plan in case the dig proves fruitless." "Mad Tiger" had to be a stand in for Renji, meaning whoever had written this letter had been deeply involved in his artificial feralism research, if not the one behind his funding. For Neon and the party this was a huge break, and the first actual lead they had acquired since finding the weapons in Renji's basement. Glancing at the seal again, she still couldn't figure out who's seal it was, but upon closer examination it shared many similarities with seals from a particular region, specifically Boaz. For the first time in her life Neon was glad Sergio forced her to pay attention in her geopolitics lessons as a child. Glancing from the parchment to Mokk, the stunned look on Neon's face all too obvious, she began to speak, her lips pausing as if to give her brain a chance to catch up. "Where did you find this?" Then she realized... *the council! They have to see this!*"Wait.. I mean don't wait... I mean... follow me!" she said, darting off towards the council as she shouted behind her. "You can tell me when we get there. I need to show this to the council as soon as possible." The council seemed to expand magically as Neon ran towards the large ornate steps as the surrounding buildings fell from her peripheral vision. Taking the steps two at a time, she sprinted right past Kayla without responding. Upon reaching the top steps, she paused and turned. "Kayla?" Walking maybe halfway between Kayle and the main doors of the council, Neon found herself tugged in many directions at once. "Aren't you supposed to be meditating under a waterfall or something?" Her eyes darted between Kayla, Mokk, and the missive as she heard what Kayla had to say. --- Torva clenched Hagumi's hand as Chii stepped up to the judges, the array of death machines whirring and crunching while others belched fire just beside them. She seemed so small, so fragile from the stands, and even some seraphim around them openly questioned how anyone could allow a child to risk their lives over a contest. He had to remind himself that it was not that long ago that they pursued Chii through the skies as the dragonness spewed acid and chewed on the remnants of her captors. Bravely, she stepped forward with confidence as the judges, somewhat hesitant as they listened to Cadogan's slurred explanations, but nevertheless bound by rule, rolled the first of the machines up. The first, and most basic of machines, tested the armor's resistance to piercing damage via a metal spike wound by a spring. With the pull of a lever, the spike shot forward like an arrow, slamming against the armor and sending Chii flying backwards and the machine itself reeled in the opposite direction. Once Chii had recovered, the judges examined the armor, finding that not only was it perfectly unscathed, but that the testing device had become dented in the process. Impressed, and somewhat emboldened, the judges than rolled out the second device, a large vice-like machine designed to test impact and crushing damage. Escorting Chii into the center of the machine, two burly seraphim began turning large cranks, each causing the machine to compress. A faint groaning sound echoed throughout the hushed stadium as the vice pressed against Cadogan's armor, the silence cut by the high pitched sound of ricocheting metal as one of the rivets burst. With a wave of a hand, the lead judge recorded the measurements of the machine and then Chii was released from its grip. By the end of the barrage of tests Chii looked somewhat worn but otherwise unharmed, save for some bumps and bruises from being tossed around. Remarkably, Cadogan's armor looked even better, a few burn scars and scratches but otherwise no worse for the wear. Torva let out a triumphant howl as the scores were updating, putting Cadogan squarely in second place going into the final round. The seraphim who had taken first in the previous round had not competed in the armor division, placing he and Cadogan into a close race for first. Looking at the scoreboard, some contestants immediately dropped out, aware that they had no chance of breaking the top 10 with only one round to do. Consequently, some fans filtered out of the stadium as well during the break between rounds, providing the group with some much needed breathing room in the still-packed stadium. The third round, the exhibition round, began after a few hours, with contestants lining up to show off their latest gadgets before the judges. The seraphim in first, having not yet been judged in the final round, took a few moments to approach Cadogan and wish him luck. "You've done quite well for yourself," the blacksmith said, keeping his distance to avoid to smell of alcohol, "extremely well for a human, but I'm afraid this is where we part ways." he added confidently as he patted a small device wrapped in cloth. "I'll be waiting to see what you have to show before going before the judges, if you don't mind. I always like going out with a bang."
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Cassius Alexandros Svent
Nickname: CAS, the Alchemist, The Inquisitor. Species: Seraphim and Daeva. Looks mostly human however, lacks wings. Age:19 Hair Color: Dark Brown Hair Style: Shoulder length, long and flows, bounces with every movement, curled at the ends. Eye Color: Hazel green. Skin Color: Cream colored (pale) Height: 5'11 to 6ft Body Build: Androgynous. (See Extras) Clothing: Grey body suit that is made from rubber and a mix of leather with loose sleeves, open blue tunic with a silver trim, and blue/grey boots with silver knee pads, Weapons: His magic. Background: He grew up never really knowing his parents, but had an unusual sense of magic since birth; the ability to forge from the essence. Through the essence he could create material, and through the material could he could use to forge or destroy. Help, or harm. The "Materials" were magic elements that were concentrated into a structure of any kind, such as gems and structures can be used by a smith. The properties of such a magic are within the users veins as mana is, but the conjuration is different as it is concentrated into a mass that is made by the user that is also linked to the mind. This type of energy can only be used by this specific person as he was the first to discover and utilize this technique at a young age. He was handed to Raha as a child seeing as he was a citizen of his kingdom. Raha questioned the use of the boy and why he should not behead him on the spot. The boy presented a gem... It was a red one he crafted in his hand. Raha examined the gem before it promptly exploded as the boy snapped his fingers. Rather than attacking him, Raha smiled, he didn't see weakness, only potential power. As a result, Raha kept the boy under his watch, utilizing his potential and testing him. Over the years, the boy utilized his energies, and opened his mind in the process. He could sense his energies that were channeled through objects as well as see the energies channeled by others, he referred to these energies as the "essence", an invisible force that everyone has within them, the essences being part of the aura. Being able to differentiate between the two made him see the world differently, such as not all lights were made by a tinder, but someone who uses a fire essence, to who used it by looking at the aura attached to it. At a point, Raha questioned this study, and to see how it would benefit his monarchy. He explained the principles as simple as possible, this lead to the boy helping the Inquisition against enemy mages, to hidden spies through out the kingdom. Through this line of work, he was named "The Inquisitor". He was known enough to be feared, and no one would dare challenge him in a court of magic seeing as he could identify the point of origin of a caster. This made magic made murders solved in a forensic manner that he could prove through a lecture, in such a way that opens the eyes of those around as if he was witnessing the crime. Through this he also earned his respect through the land. During his youth, he had met Neon a couple times, though not every conversation was pleasant, they had a sort of a sibling friendship where he never had a friendship with others, as a result he lost the desire to speak to most he encountered unless it was small talk. Though with Neon, they had a sarcastic and understanding relationship to where at times he'd come off as aloof, but never the less they respected each other. Though around Chii, they have a respectable understanding. After Raha's death and Neon's temporary return and departure, Sergio, the man running the kingdom disbanded the Inquisitor's program. With Raha gone, he had no orders to receive, with that he left to seek out his only friend. Extra: shoulders 6in Chest 12 in Waist 8-10in thigh 10-12in Buttcheek 8x10in wrist to tip of middlefinger 7 1/2 inches. pinkie starting digit (base of hand before extending to finger) to thumb digit 4inch feet (as in my feet) 12 inches upper arm (weight )3 inches lower (forearms) 2 1/2 − 3 inches wrist 2 1/2 − 3 1/3 inches elbow to wrist 11 3/4 inches Shoulder to elbow 12 1/4 inches heel to knee 15 inches. Knee to thigh 16 inches. height 5'11 to 6ft. 6 1/2 inches from collar bone to chin. 7 inches from one end to the other (Left to right) crotch to waist (curves) 9 inches. waist to belly button 4 1/2 inches waist to chest (where ribs start) 12 inches chest to neck 9 inches
[ { "text": "\"Though I think a brush might indeed make a worthy addition I doubt it would be of that much use.\" Cadogan smiled faintly as he glanced at Chii - who had just sort of appeared next to him. \"To tell the truth it hurt much less than I had imagined - or maybe my headache took most of the edge off from the pain.\" The white haired man shook his head ever so slightly and glanced up at the sky as he gathered his thoughts for a proper answer to Chii's ponderings.\n\nAfter a brief while the Great Inventor straightened his back slightly and fixed a surprisingly serious expression on his face. \"First of all you'll have to take in to account that there is still the possibility of NOT going to war. The seraphim are a wise bunch - if a tad bit self righteous and cold at times, not to mention heartless and bigoted. I still think they'll make the right decision.\" Cadogan smiled a little - it was a joyless smile. \"Besides I'm not on the human's side any more - got banished from the kingdom, remember? I could just go where the money is good and all that, since I do have a knack of building things - but that just wouldn't feel right.\"\n\nHe again paused briefly and very gently poked Chii on the forehead with the cold, metallic middle and index finger of his left hand. \"I'm in Neon's service now, remember? I go where she tells me to and I ain't turning my back on her just because there might be a little war coming in the future. Oh... and I'd also wouldn't want to fight you - I saw what you were capable of back in Dumont.\" Cadogan smiled warmly, pulled his left hand back and ruffled Chii's hair with his right hand. \"You know, I really havn't made you that armor I promised - though you can keep the leg guards and the coat I made during the Games... I was just... uh... If you'd want me to make you a... properly fitted set of armor?\"", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Fergus was suddenly yanked around and was already going for a strike until his eyes noticed that his would be target was not a guard, nor a male. Thus he lowers his arm and blinks few times rather confused as she's being ranted at by this woman he has never seen before. Most of the words are simply sliding through his ears, but he manages to catch few of them, apparently he had stumbled upon something important just now, and apparently just now the war would be canceled, for now at least. He was going to shrug it all off though and simply move the woman aside so he could get into the nearest tavern to get some alcohol from there, but what do you know, she's now offering him booze. Thus he decides to calm down for now, and drops down on his rear, shaking the floor slightly around him before leaning against the wall. He pops the bottle open and takes a short sip before he starts to talk.\"There is not much in it for now. You'll have better luck talking with The Loyal Hound tomorrow. Today, I am the best you can get Lady. A wreck.\" He states and takes another sip.\"Either way.\" he continues with a short pause.\"You might've heard bits and pieces of my yelling already.\" he laughs slightly and sips again.\"It was a darn good assassin. I've had to deal with multiple during my days. It really looked like a daeva. Bloody nearly bought it myself. But some of the cuts were simply too clean. Not to mention that-\" He burbs loudly and smacks himself across the face shortly after.\n\n\"Pardon me. Not to mention that your everyday daeva could not sneak past everything I had prepared to keep my Master safe. The only thing that wasn't there, was me. I..I screwed up big time. But he told me I could go to participate in the games and the freakin' celebrations after that. I should have known better than to. What kinda guardhound leaves for such common fun anyway?\" He grunts slightly.\"And someone knew to expect that. But, it had to be someone special. Either from the inside, or a ghost.\" He states and takes another sip.\"No one saw anyone entering Master's room. The guards were apparently patrolling as ordered. Of course since I made the grand mistake and left his side, I can'ttell, maybe they were just lazing off and staring at the skies. But I trust the boys enough, so, they were patrolling as told. The assassination had to happen in less than five minutes. it takes 4 minutes and 21 seconds for the patrol routes to bypass Master Vates' room even if they'd walk slowly. There were no signs of forced entry either. Thus, someone ether had a key, had someone to open the door, or could pass through walls. And I still got mine.\" He states and lifts the key from his belt, looks at it and tosses it across the hall before emptying the bottle with one last gulp.\"It was the first time I failed by being careless and idiotic screw up. Never leave their side. Stupid mutt.\" He mutters and looks up at Neon then.\"I hope that helped you out Lady.\" He then speaks and starts to stand slowly.\"I know it's not much. But don't feel bad. Let me do that.\" He shakes his head and heads for the exit again, dragging his shield along like it would weight the world on him.", "username": "FinDragon", "char_name": "Fergus Bluerock" } ]
Off in the distance from the Queen, Chii, and the Great Inventor was a small red light glimmering in the distance, it seemed to get brighter with every passing moment. "Well well..." Spoke what is assumed to be the voice of a lispy male with a nasily voice. The red glimmering erupted into sparkles of a sort that seemed to radiate above, as if was discharged up into the air. Under the sparks, the frame was clear. A brunette with glasses wearing a full bodied grey suit of what looked like rubber, with rather large boots with metallic knee pads that shimmered a bit from the red reflection was walking forward. As the male came into clear view he tilted his head forward a bit as if he was saying "hello" with his body language. "That man running the kingdom has me questioning intentions... But... It gives me an excuse to seek you out... Your highness." The male smiled as he looked to Neon, and then to Chii. "It's so nice to be able to see you two again." He looked to the other two strangers he had not met before, the Inventor being one of them, as well as the drunk one by him. "I am Inquisitor Cassius Alexadros Svent. Quite a long name... I know..." He somewhat took a breath in before coughing into his shoulder. "Someone has been drinking since noon..." he jested. He recomposed himself before pushing his rounded square framed glasses up before turning his attention to Neon. "I might have overheard something about you tearing someone's arms off..?" His feline like ears twitched, but the position of them was quite different. A human typically had ears in such a spot, but rather than a human set, it was a feline set of ears, pointed at that. At his waist his tail was seen flickering, and near his tail was an object similar to a baton, but had a spear head on it with what looked like a mechanism of some type. "Whatever the case... how is the trial or whatever...?"
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CAS1006
Cassius Alexandros Svent
Nickname: CAS, the Alchemist, The Inquisitor. Species: Seraphim and Daeva. Looks mostly human however, lacks wings. Age:19 Hair Color: Dark Brown Hair Style: Shoulder length, long and flows, bounces with every movement, curled at the ends. Eye Color: Hazel green. Skin Color: Cream colored (pale) Height: 5'11 to 6ft Body Build: Androgynous. (See Extras) Clothing: Grey body suit that is made from rubber and a mix of leather with loose sleeves, open blue tunic with a silver trim, and blue/grey boots with silver knee pads, Weapons: His magic. Background: He grew up never really knowing his parents, but had an unusual sense of magic since birth; the ability to forge from the essence. Through the essence he could create material, and through the material could he could use to forge or destroy. Help, or harm. The "Materials" were magic elements that were concentrated into a structure of any kind, such as gems and structures can be used by a smith. The properties of such a magic are within the users veins as mana is, but the conjuration is different as it is concentrated into a mass that is made by the user that is also linked to the mind. This type of energy can only be used by this specific person as he was the first to discover and utilize this technique at a young age. He was handed to Raha as a child seeing as he was a citizen of his kingdom. Raha questioned the use of the boy and why he should not behead him on the spot. The boy presented a gem... It was a red one he crafted in his hand. Raha examined the gem before it promptly exploded as the boy snapped his fingers. Rather than attacking him, Raha smiled, he didn't see weakness, only potential power. As a result, Raha kept the boy under his watch, utilizing his potential and testing him. Over the years, the boy utilized his energies, and opened his mind in the process. He could sense his energies that were channeled through objects as well as see the energies channeled by others, he referred to these energies as the "essence", an invisible force that everyone has within them, the essences being part of the aura. Being able to differentiate between the two made him see the world differently, such as not all lights were made by a tinder, but someone who uses a fire essence, to who used it by looking at the aura attached to it. At a point, Raha questioned this study, and to see how it would benefit his monarchy. He explained the principles as simple as possible, this lead to the boy helping the Inquisition against enemy mages, to hidden spies through out the kingdom. Through this line of work, he was named "The Inquisitor". He was known enough to be feared, and no one would dare challenge him in a court of magic seeing as he could identify the point of origin of a caster. This made magic made murders solved in a forensic manner that he could prove through a lecture, in such a way that opens the eyes of those around as if he was witnessing the crime. Through this he also earned his respect through the land. During his youth, he had met Neon a couple times, though not every conversation was pleasant, they had a sort of a sibling friendship where he never had a friendship with others, as a result he lost the desire to speak to most he encountered unless it was small talk. Though with Neon, they had a sarcastic and understanding relationship to where at times he'd come off as aloof, but never the less they respected each other. Though around Chii, they have a respectable understanding. After Raha's death and Neon's temporary return and departure, Sergio, the man running the kingdom disbanded the Inquisitor's program. With Raha gone, he had no orders to receive, with that he left to seek out his only friend. Extra: shoulders 6in Chest 12 in Waist 8-10in thigh 10-12in Buttcheek 8x10in wrist to tip of middlefinger 7 1/2 inches. pinkie starting digit (base of hand before extending to finger) to thumb digit 4inch feet (as in my feet) 12 inches upper arm (weight )3 inches lower (forearms) 2 1/2 − 3 inches wrist 2 1/2 − 3 1/3 inches elbow to wrist 11 3/4 inches Shoulder to elbow 12 1/4 inches heel to knee 15 inches. Knee to thigh 16 inches. height 5'11 to 6ft. 6 1/2 inches from collar bone to chin. 7 inches from one end to the other (Left to right) crotch to waist (curves) 9 inches. waist to belly button 4 1/2 inches waist to chest (where ribs start) 12 inches chest to neck 9 inches
[ { "text": "Cassius smirked at the Individual. \n\"Ask and you shall receive.\" he responded to the jive sounding male. \n\n\"I am Cassius Alexandros Svent. Though there is a lot I can say, I rather withhold such details in a foreign land. But what may I call you?\" He crossed his left arm under his right, while his right rested over it, hand cuffing his chin. \n\nThe male was certainly a curiosity. Do all people in this region talk with such thick accents? Either way, he offends naught here. he thought to himself before extending his right hand out. \n\n\"You can simply call me Cas if it makes it easier. I also find it funny how it is the abbreviation of my first name, and then my full name.\" he chuckled at the word play. \n\n\"But... mind explaining what that man's deal was...? The one who smelled of a brewery with the rather uppity fellow?\" He was trying to not be demeaning, but it was getting rather hard seeing as he just arrived to what he could only call it an urban chaos.", "username": "CAS1006", "char_name": "Cassius Alexandros Svent" }, { "text": "Mokk drew in tow behind Garran. The eloquence of the building surpassed any architecture he had beheld before. Were he an artist and not a marauder this place would be even more of a wonder. The gilded walls and fancy furniture only added to the scene. The seraphim didn't mess around when it came to aesthetics. It made sense why the most valued items in the world were funneled from these lands.\n\n\"I'd love to see a fighting ring. Bring the real art out. They can have their gilding. I want to see strength. Power.\" Muttered the brute in the spacious and bright hallway. It opened up to a rotunda of sorts where the others had gathered outside of the council chambers. \n\nMokk looked up at Chii and the other unfamiliar faces and remained silent. Chii would know him. Perhaps she would even remember his name. Memories came back of the time he considered kidnapping her to prove her and teach her in ways he considered only a veteran killer could. Her savagery in combat was inspiring, it was poetry.\n\nThe crocodile grinned. Something that few could recognize as an actual smile.", "username": "Necrophage", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Chii looked up as Garran's massive hand came to rest atop her head, the pirate's hand indeed of enough size so that he could have probably picked Chii up by the head, if the dragoness would have went for allowing that, \"Garran...,\" Chii started to say something more before stopping and looking past Garran's hulking form. Cas went on to ask what was going on and who the massive alcohol smelling daeva had been. Whoever he was, Chii mused silently for a moment, he could probably give Garran a run for the money in a drinking contest. It was nice to see Garran again to be honest, Chii thought silently. As much as the little dragoness was on good terms with most seraphim, she still felt closer to her own kind and to a select few others such as Garran and Cadogan. Having received no answer from Neon about what was going on, Chii looked to Cas and replied quietly, \"Inquisitor Cassius Alexandros Svent meet Garran, pirate. He really is pretty nice.. for not being a daeva and for being a pirate and all.\"\n\nSomething else then caught Chii's attention, or rather some-one else. A hulking crocodile daeva. \"I know him... I'm sure of it,\" Chii mused silently, allowing her golden-silver flecked eyes to rest upon Mokk for several long, perhaps to long moments. Realizing that she was staring, Chii looked away, watching Garran and Cas a bit more, curiously, until she would glance Cadogan's way. The Great Inventor had fallen silent, very silent. Perhaps he was pondering his next invention. Maybe Cadogan was thinking about what had occurred, unseen by he and the others outside, in the council chambers. Or the man could be thinking about the possible war to come and what role(s) he might play. Again pulling herself from her musing(s) Chii shifted from one foot to the other and then back again, glancing about from Cas to Garran to Mokk, and then again at Cadogan. Something seemed about to happen, or washer restless for another reason? Was it Mokk? Chii frowned to herself briefly as she glanced at the crocodile daeva again.", "username": "Pumirya", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Cadogan had momentarily sank in to his own thoughts again. Thoughts of profit, war and war machines. He only half listened to Chii as the tiny dragoness politely stopped him from ruffling her hair any further. Then he heard the word 'inquisitor'. Something about that word had always rubbed him the wrong way. Still, the white haired man stood up properly and fixed his most neutral expression to his face.\n\nAs Chii introduced Garran in a manner that was in the Great Inventor's opinion rather a lacking one he coughed politely. \"Terribly sorry to butt in to the conversation like this, sir inquisitor...\" Admittedly Cadogan did not sound like he was sorry to the slightest. \"Since there are some introductory happenings going on, and since the li'll miss here isn't doing a proper job of it.\" The white haired man gave Chii a little apologetic glance and a relatively polite smile before turning his attention to Cassius. \"Now then good sir.\" Cadogan moved his hand in an overtly polite little flourish while motioning towards Garran. \"Allow me to introduce you to captain Garran Versathalon - the scourge of any winehouse from here to the farthest reaches of Dumont and one of the most stubborn fellow's I have ever met.\"\n\nThe Great Inventor smirked as he made the most overtly polite and well rehearsed bow towards Cassius - after all you'd have to be polite to inquisitors if you didn't want to get in to trouble. \"I on the other hand...\" As he straightened up Cadogan moved the metallic hand of his to rest on his hip. \"Sir Cadogan Decimus Feraldo, the Great Inventor - formerly of Dumont, now under the service of Her Royal Highness, Queen Dralina Blazion.\" The white haired man glanced at Chii and Garran as if to ask if he had forgotten something important about the introductions.", "username": "Marcus XVI", "char_name": null } ]
Cassius turned his attention to the man- he somewhat smirked at the formalities. "Not to burst your bubble, though I do enjoy this... spectacle... You can treat me and address me as a civilian. So... no meed for these massive formalities." he chuckled and turned his head trying to hide his blush- the situation was quite embarrassing to him. Even if a tad bit fun. Cassius recomposed himself a bit. "But um... It's nice to meet you all. And this dragoness is acctully one of my closest friends. She might show a bit of a mean streak, but you'd be surprised at how kind she can be. Unfortunately she has expectations of herself time to time about how to act when 'appropriate...'" he whispered. The Queen was his friend first and foremost, his queen secondly. "As for the little one... I know her slightly. It's just nice to see her out of chains..." he said a bit blunkly; blank with a flat expression, probably because of the horrors she may have went through that he wasn't even fully aware of. At heart, he wishes the best for Chii. Sighing, he turned his attention back to the group. "It's nice to meet you however Cadogen. We are people, not tools of formality." He smiled as he extended his hand out.
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Jazz's character list
-Atem Yami Moto -Joey Wheeler -Seto Kaiba -Valon -Alister (NPC of which either can use) -Tristen Taylor Megarafoxfire's characters -Maggie (OOC) Zahra (I think I spelled it right) -Adam (OOC) -Drake (OOC) -Tea Gardner -Mai Valentine -Raph -Mokuba Kaiba
[ { "text": "The ball seemed to be going rather well, the talkers welcomed them and told them about everyone's profiles being over at the stage as well as the screens displaying them. Yami had walked with Maggie during the short time, almost feeling as if this was all a dream. Maggie next to dressed in the most beautiful dress that he had ever seen. Of course he couldn't get too distracted for they were on a mission of their own besides having fun. Kaiba was trying to keep things in check and having to talk to the other company CEOs and officials. Plus with Tea, Joey and the gang keeping an eyes on duelists. Yami was doing the same but he was trying to feel relaxed. This should be something he should be use to. But this era was still new to him and he had to feel less like a pharaoh and more like a regular person. Plus with the world at stake, the pharaoh couldnt be too tense in case he was to give himself away.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie had stopped dead and said \"Yami...we have a unwanted guest.\" She nodded to the far side of the ballroom to see Drake leaning against the wall, wearing a blood red suit set, his eyes on Maggie.\n\nYugi and Tea were looking around, while Raph tapped Joey and Tristen on the shoulders. \"Guys, Drake is here. Maggie just spotted him. We better make sure Kabia doesn't see him or he might blow our covers...\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami noticed her stop dead and look over in the direction Maggie was looking in to see Drake on the far side of the ballroom. \"He must be participating in the duel. But why is he looking at you?\" he asked with some concern. He didn't know the relationship between the two but he was cautious of what he was had going through his mind.\n\nJoey and Tristen were standing in a part of the ballroom where Joey felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning his head to see who was behind, only for it to be Raph. When Raph informed them of Drake, Joey felt a shiver run down his spine. \"Yeah. I'll go find Kaiba. Might want to tell Adam if you haven't already.\" With that said, Wheeler disappeared into the crowd while went into another direction.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie frowned and said \"He wants me to know that his watching...like he always has been since we first dueled...\" She pulled Yami with her towards the wall. \"Just ignore him...his trying to get in our heads. Like his masters... \"\n\nRaph nodded but they all heard in their ear pieces \"We already know. I was going thru the list of dueliests, and Drake's pic came up but not his name. On here his John McCune...\" Mai looked at the others nad said \"Isn't that the CEO's last name?\" Tea nodded and Yugi said \"It is...he must be here not only to duel but keep an eye on things\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami nodded slowly as he followed her toward a wall. Unsure as to why but he looked back to see him one last time before ignoring Drake. \"Would you like something to drink?\" He asked her, hoping to take her mind off of Drake. However when he thought this might do the trick, Yami listened to Adam and was listening to everyone else. \"I agree with Yugi on this. But that makes me wonder if there is another reason.\" He looks to Maggie.\n\"But if he's doing that, is his name Drake or John? That I don't understand all.\" Joey said, feeling highly confused.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie nodded and said \"A drink would help...\" Then looked at Yami as he spoke. \"What are you thinking, Yami?\"\n\nAdam said \"Its drake, but his using the CEO's son's name...this Dark Riders are really sick. YOu guys need to be careful out there. I highly doubt Drake is there alone\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami guided Maggie to the where the drinks were and got him some water, letting pick her own drink while he listened to Adam. He then had his attention to Maggie. \"I had a thought. Adam only confirmed it. It is nothing now.\" Yami said before he took a drink from his cup. He looked around before releasing a heavy sigh. Guessing with all that was going on, he may not get a dance in with Maggie. It would be okay though. he would live. Making sure the Dark Riders were stopped was more important.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie took a drink and said \"Lets dance. We have to get our minds off of this tonight...Drake can't do anything to hurt anyone tonight...\"\n\nRaph went to Allan and Alistair and said \"Keep your eyes on him, I'll keep eyes on...oh boy\" He saw Joey and Mokuba trying to keep Kaiba away from Drake. He tapped his ear wig and said \"Maggie, yami and you better get over to Kaiba and stop him from killing Drake\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami perked up when he heard Maggie say about dancing. He wondered if he was hearing this wrong or was not believing it. However he was take this opportunity and make this night better before hell rained upon them tomorrow. Setting his cup aside, he held his hand out to her with a smile on his lips. \"Maggie? Ma-\" However to his dismay, the pharaoh was interrupted by the sound of Raph's voice. Hearing what was going on, Yami looked around to see Seto storming over to Drake while Joey and Mokuba tried to stop him. Yami was rather shocked that Seto would show such actions here. Yami looked over to Maggie before he walked quickly through the crowd to get to Seto before Seto got to Drake.\nThankfully, Yami got there in time for them to be a good distance away and not to cause a scene. \"Calm down Kaiba. Don't try and cause a scene now infront of everyone.\" Yami said, getting in front of Seto and putting a hand on his chest.\nSeto growled, though stopped by not only Mokuba and Joey, but now Yami. He felt the pharaoh's hand on his chest as Joey grabbed his wrist. \"Calm down, man. Don't do this here. You're gonna blow our cover.\" Joey said next as Seto stayed put and growled. He was still tempted to clock Drake a new one.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Mokuba took Seto's hand and said \"Please, brother, don't let him get to you...his not worth it\" Then Maggie walked by them and went straight to Drake who smiled at her. \"My lady, may I have this dance?\" She nodded and said \"Of course...\" He took her hand and lead her to the dance floor, her eyes cold as he smiled at her again. She said \"What are you doing here, drake? Or should I call you John?\" Drake nodded and said \"The name was a little twisted...but it was the masters idea\" Maggie put her mouth to his ear and said \"You go near Yami again, and you will wish I had banished you that first time we dueled\" Drake nodded nad said \"I do as my masters ask...but I won't let him get you killed again\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Seto glared to Drake when Mokuba grabbed his hand. Calming down, he stood straight and looked to his brother and then to Yami as Joey let go of his hand and Yami's hand left his chest. \"You may want to save your girlfriend.\" Seto said, his gaze on Drake and Maggie as they were dancing. Yami looked in the direction Seto was looking and seemed a little upset. But he was sure Maggie had her reasons. Walking toward the dance floor, Yami stopped and watched the two dance a bit longer about ten more minutes or so. He was a bit nervous and now proclaim that he was a bit jealous. Jealousy was soon gone fore he had took a deep breath before walking up to Drake and Maggie. Tapping Drake's shoulder politely, Yami looked to Drake with a polite smile. \"Mind if I cut in?\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Drake moved back and glared at him. \"Only this once...I don't plan on letting you stay with her long...getting her killed once in a life time is enough...don't you think?\" He walked away and Maggie grabbed Yami's hand. \"Is Seto going to be able to keep his cool? I didn't want Drake to see him getting to him\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami kept his composure as Drake glared at him and growled at him for something back then that was not in his control no mater how much he wished that he could have done better. Thoughts interrupted by Maggie's hand grabbing his, the pharaoh looked at her, letting the question repeat in his mind before answering. \"Yes. He will be fine. He still seems upset when Drake held Mokuba hostage. Though I do not blame him, he should have known better.\" Yami told her. for now though, he wanted to forget it all and dance with Maggie like he hoped would happen. \"May I have this dance, Zahrra? (I forgot how to spell it :( )\" Yami asked Maggie with a warm smile, taking her hand in his. Maybe something like would go right.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie smiled and said \"yes you may, my dear prince Atem\" she put her hands in his and let him lead, smiling softly at him. Yugi and tea smiled as they saw the pair and Mai said \" well yami looks pretty right there. Don't you think so Joey?\" She knew he could hear her thru the coms.\n\nAdam was working on the laptop with Bakura watching when she said \"hold on a sec.....this isn't right. Bakura, Come make sure I'm reading this right.\" He pointed at the screen which was showing the duelist list. A few of the names would look familiar to the white haired duelist, names that shouldn't be there.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "His smile grew as Yami put his left on hand on her waist and held her hand with his right, leading them both within the dance floor. Yami wears actually abit surprised he could dance like this but it didnt seem to matter for he was enjoying the night already, hoping Maggie was as well. \"Yep. True dat.\" Joey said that sounded almost proud.\n\nBakura was watching the cameras while Adam was looking at the list. Everything seemed to be going alright. Not great but alright. Upon watching the videos, Bakura looked over to Adam and leaned over to see what the fuss was about. But once he saw the fuss, Bakura understood. \"I don't understand either. How is that possible. Should we wait after or during?\" He asked with concern and worry obvious in his voice.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Mai said \" Joey....do me a favor. Help me make sure he doesn't lose that smile, alright?\" Maggie looked at him and said \" is it everything you hoped for?\"\n\nAdam said \"just tell the guys, lets not worry Maggie and yami just yet....so much for this being a easy night\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Joey laughed a little, \"I been trying to keep a smile on his face for sometime. But yeah, I promise.\"\nThe pharaoh hadn't taken his eyes off Maggie since they started dancing, honestly nervous about it all till it happened. Surprising that he was able to dance and not have to pay attention to where he was stepping. \"That and more, Zahrra. I am glad that I got to dance with you.\"\n\nBakura nodded. \"Alright....\" turned on the comm link to only everyone else but Yami and Maggie. \"Guys we have a problem...\" So he tells them the few participants that Adam noticed. \"Adam doesnt want Yami and Maggie to know just yet.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Zahara smiled and said \"We only did get once dance before...hopefully it will happen more in this life\"\nMai nodded as Yugi and Tea heard Bakura's news. Yugi looked at Mai and said \"Weevil? Rex? We haven't seen them here, and we would have heard them by now. And I thought Bandit Keith was still in America getting over being mind controlled?\" Mai said \"WE would have heard if any of the other guys had joined up...I'm not liking this at all\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I hope so as well.\" Atem slowly came to a stop when the song did and was transitioning into another. \"Would you like to continue dancing, Zahara?\"\n\nJoey looked confused and as he looked back to Kaiba and Mokuba. \"Really? Why won't they just stop? They been in so many of these rigged duels its not even funny. When did they sign up, Adam?\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Adam searching for a few minutes then said \"A month ago...when the location changed and McCune took over. They were the first names put down. Hold on, I have to ask MAggie something.\" Maggie was about to say yes to Yami when Adam's voice went off in her ear \"Didn't you say a lot of old time big name dueliests went missing?\" Maggie held up a finger to Yami and said \"Ya, some big shots from the Duelist Kingdom and Battle City, the toraments before those mostly. Why?\" Adam cursed and said \"The Riders are using their marks real names. Rex Raptor, or known by his real name Richard Coles. And Weeve Underwood, aka Will Leeach. And Bandit Keith aka...\" Maggie finished for him \"Ken Randell...all fake names. The riders are hiding their other pawns with the real names of the duelists they have taken\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami was waiting for Maggie's answer when Maggie silently told him to hang on. That was okay, he could wait. He hadn't paid attention really for it wasn't his business no matter how curious he was.\nBakura looked at the names once again before nodding a little. \"These guys just don't have a boundary do they? They seem to be much worse than what we have seen before. I would be careful.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie looked at Yami and said \"We need to get to the others. More unfriendlys then we thought\" She tapped her ear wig and said \"Raph? Get eyes on everyone. Now\" Raph nodded and looked around. \"GUys, get everyone in one space, even Kaiba and Mokuba...\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null } ]
Yami cursed in his mind but nodded and slide his hand into hers before looking around. His free hand was fiddling with the chain of the millennium puzzle before he found a very less crowded area near the entrance. He used his ear piece to contact everyone. "There is open area near the entrance. Go there." Guiding Maggie toward the entrance. "On our way Yami.' Joey said as he turned to Mokuba and Seto. "Maggie and Yami need us, somethin's up." Joey told them as Seto nodded and motioned for Mokuba to follow. Valon and Alister did the same.
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-Atem Yami Moto -Joey Wheeler -Seto Kaiba -Valon -Alister (NPC of which either can use) -Tristen Taylor Megarafoxfire's characters -Maggie (OOC) Zahra (I think I spelled it right) -Adam (OOC) -Drake (OOC) -Tea Gardner -Mai Valentine -Raph -Mokuba Kaiba
[ { "text": "Yami, Joey and Tristan listened to what Adam told them. None of them liking this one bit. Yami looked over to Yugi with concern. \"It seems this time many things are set against us. For instance, being outnumbered. We will need to be more aware of our surroundings and the people we gain help from if we are to do so.\" He told them, soon looking over to Maggie. Joey was trying to keep his cool for he too felt a bit of the stress. \"You gotta be kiddin'! What are we to do now?\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie sighed and rubbed her nose as she thought. Then she said \"just think of it like any other tournament. Duel to win. Forget the stressful stuff until your off the dueling field. It's the only way we are going to get thru this\" yugi nodded and said \"we've been they worse guys. At least we have our friends here to help us out\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami nodded in agreement to the points given from Maggie and Yugi. \"They are right. Even we shouldn't try to concern ourselves too much about this. We came to this party to scout out our competition and see how many dark riders are here while trying to have a little bit of fun.\" Yami told him as well as himself. Seto nodded in agreement. \"It is 8:36. The party doesn't end till midnight.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie nodded as yugi said \"then let's try and have some fun\" the others nodded but Maggie looked on edge. \"I'm going to get some air\" she headed to the balcony area, running her fingers thru her hair. Raph said \"I know that look...the fighter in her is wanting to be cut loose \"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami watched Maggie walk over to the balcony area to get some air. Unsure as to what was going through her mind, He looked over to Raph who spoke before turning his attention to Maggie once again. \"You all go have fun. I will be back.\" The pharaoh told them all as he walked toward the balcony. Joey and Tristen looked at each other before looking at everyone else. \"I don't want to sound rude but Yami's been really clingy to Maggie lately. Is he okay?\" Joey asked.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi sighed but Raph answered for him. \"Yes, he is. It's just a lot to handle. Learning you had the love of your life, then learning she died to save you, then now she's here now in his life, a life time where they can be together. I would be clingy as well. Wouldn't you?\"\n\nMaggie leaned against the railing, her eyes closed. She needed to get a grip. Lives were at risk, but this wasn't like before. She had a team now that could help. She needed to let them and not go Guardian on them.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Joey thought about it for few minutes. \"Now that I think about, I probably would too. Guess I never thought about it is all.\" Joey said with a sly grin.\nYami silently walked onto the balcony and stood beside her wrapping a comforting arm around her. \"Are you going to be alright?\" Yami asked.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi looked at raph, surprised he knew yami so well. Raph said \"it's better if we say at least in pairs. Mr. Kaiba, what did you learn from your research and talking to the other big shots?\"\n\nMaggie sighed and said \"yes...I just needed a few minutes. I want to take all the riders down right now....so badly but I can't. The guardian side of me wants to take control but it's not the smart move right now\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Seto turned his attention to Raph when he asked. \"Either they know nothing or they are keeping completely quiet about it.\" Seto told them with some annoyance in his voice.\n\"I bet they are keeping it really quiet.\" Joey said, knowing that anything like that would result that with an either/or situation it would be them doing the one thing that was worse.\n\nYami would really have no idea how that felt but he understood how it felt just to get something done and over with. \"We will stop them. I know we will. Patience will help.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Raph sighed and said \"I wish we had more info....valon? Alister? You got anything?\"\n\nMaggie nodded, her eyes still closed. \"It's like the night the palace was attacked....after you were pharoh for a year and that nut job priest had summoned monsters to take you....all the pressure and energy of that fight....and I was so scared I would lose you...\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Nah. Sadly not. checked the sheets of the duelists. Different variety of Duelists, skills, ect. Unless Adam and Bakura can find anything else, they have better access to knowledge like this than us. No one here is gonna spill anything tonight.\" Alister told them.\n\n\"Its vague, but I remember. That night scared me as well. But this will be completely different from that night. Different stakes and dangers. Something we will now face together with out friends.\" Yami told her, leaning his head on hers while his arms was still around her waist.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Raph nodded and said \"alright. Let's just keep an eye on things. Alister keep an eye on yami and Maggie\" Yugi looked at Joey and said \" maybe we should head back to our room\"\n\nShe looked at him, worry in her eyes. That night was fresh in her mind. He didn't know everything that had happened, and she prayed he never would. \"Yami...I'm scared...what if I can't fight this...\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Alister nodded, \"On it.\" And so he went toward the balcony but kept his distance. \"He would pay attention to who went to see them and when they would come back in. Joey nodded as he looked toward the rest. \"Anyone else wanna come with?\"\n\nYami could somewhat understand why she was worried and scared. He was worried and scared as well. Worried about all his friends and Maggie, Scared of losing everything including his friends and Maggie. He was scared that he would lose the duel and lose his soul. Turning to face her, the pharaoh wrapped his other arm around her and brought her close, wanting to comfort her. \"You can. Where did the woman who was all confident and try to keep me out of this, Wanting to handle it all on her own?\" He asked, as if tryng to help lighten the mood up, to bring a small smile to her face. \"My friends and I are all you. The bikers, Seto, and Mai are also here to help. Even your friend Adam and your father who is with us spiritually. We will fight this fight together.\" He told her with confidence and a soft, soothing tone.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Tea nodded but Mai said \"I'm going to see what more info I can gather....besides, if something happens I want to be here to help\" raph nodded and said \"Valon can go up with you guys...I want to keep my eyes on the two of them and drake...I don't trust that guy\"\n\nMaggie looked at him, almost smiling. She remembered the night she had said almost the same thing to him...\n\nAtem was pacing outside on the balcony outside his room, still wearing his robes from the meeting he had had with the council. He jumped when he heard Zahra say \" you should be asleep, my king. You've had a long day\" he turned too see her walk out of the shadows, wearing her simple riding gear. \"Zarha, where have you been?\" She smiled and said \"around. I was checking the border points for master seto. He was worried about the defenses. That last attack was too close to the palace for his nerves...which I agree\" Atem walked over to her and said \"I don't think I can do this....whatever is behind these attacks, it's stronger then anything we have ever seen...I'm not my father, I can't defend the whole kingdom...\" Zahra looked at him then rested a hand on his cheek. \"You are never alone, my little prince....you have your people, the guard, and the council all ready to be at your side....and you have me in the shadows ready to act on your behalf\" she smiled and added \"you are a great king....don't forget that\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Valon nodded going with Yugi and Joey to the room. Alister nodded, \"ill got with Kaiba. No offense but we do nit a repeat of what happened with you and Drake.\" He said as Seto shrugged. \"Whatever.\"\n\nYami remembered the memory all too well. He had forgotten before but he did after she had come into his life. \"Would you like to go back inside and go dance? Or call it a night?\" He asked her as he pulled away a little to see her pretty face.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Raph nodded and said \"I'll stay with the pharoh and Maggie. Yugi? You heading back....yugi?\" Yugi was looking at the stage, a confused look on his face. Someone was standing infront of it, his head down and wearing just a white shirt. He had been there a while and something wasn't right. Yugi said \"guys....something isn't right here...,\"\n\nMaggie smiled and said \"I think one more dance then...\" Suddenly guardian and dark magician appeared and guardian said \"we have a problem. Shadow magic. And it's getting stronger\" Maggie looked around then pulled her pendent to look at it and it was glowing. \"Oh no....\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Joey and Valon stopped when they noticed Yugi was still with the group. Joey walkrd over yo check on his friend when he noticed the person as well. It was really odd to him and he wanted to check it out. That waz until the small trihaired teen said something and was now on edge. \"I dont think we are equipped for anything like this...are we?\"\nSeto disappeared before any of them could say anything or noticed that he was till it was too late.\n\nYami looked to Mahad when he appeared, suprised to know that someone with shadow magic was here and making it known. To also prove that there was, not only did Maggie's pendent glow but his millennium puzzle too. \"We need to gather everyone. We will be no good saparated.\" Yami then used his ear piece. \"Adam. Is there anyway we can evavuate everyone amd the duelists? It would be best not to try and handle this with a crowd or someone accidentally getting in the way?", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Adam nodded and said \"I'll set off the fire alarm. Maggie, do not do what I know you want to do\" Maggie shook her head and said \"if it's a monster people will get hurt\" she looked at yami and said \"get to the others and get them out if here. Your powers will protect them\" she ran back inside just as the alarm went off. The man looked up, his eyes glazed over and dead. Maggie spotted him and already knew what was coming. She tapped the ear piece and said \"raph, valon, Alister, get everyone out now.\"\n\nTea and Mai headed to the doors with the others, but yugi was looking around for yami. Raph caught and said \"we got to go now\" yugi shook his head and said \"not without yami\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami honestly didnt want to go, however he was going to let Maggie handle this, just not alone. 'Mahad. Aid her.' Mahd nodded to Yami who then placed a kiss on her cheek. \"I will come back. I won't lose you again.\" He told her before he went to find the others. When Yami found them, mainly Yugi and Raph \"Come on Yugi. We can't stay here. Took his partners hand and continued on outside. Joey and tristen had followed Mai and tea as did Valon and Alister.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Once everyone was out of the ballroom Maggie went up to the man. \"Hello there...you here for me\" he looked at her and said \"the master wants to greet you to his tournament...and hopes you will enjoy the bloodshed and souls to be ripped apart in the name of the Great One....\" Maggie frowned and said \"who is the great one?\" The man said \"the great power of the darkness that will take this world...and we will use the heart of the pharaoh and his soul to bring his glory to this world...\" Maggie sighed and said \"great....crazy people...\" The man suddenly yelled and a black thing burst from his chest and hit Maggie hard across the ballroom. She hit the wall hard and shadow ghoul stood over her, hissig ass h fought to get back up, blood running down her face,", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mahad watched as this man was talking about the great one and what would this Great one planned to do. This was certain another with sad plans that wouldn't win for he knew that his pharaoh and Zahra would win with the help of their friends. However what he hadnt expected was for a shadow thing to come out of the man and attack Maggie before he could react. The Dark Magician came to intervene, using a magical barrier to defend her. He soon got in front of her and held the barrier up. \"Are you alright Zahra? He asked, watching the shadow sentient.\nYami had stood with his friends as they had to get out. He made sure everyone was accounted for, even Mokuba. Yet not Kaiba, \"Where is Kaiba?\" Using the ear piece he had, he used it to contact Adam. \"What's going on inside? Is Kaiba inside still?\" He asked him, unsure where he had gone. Little to anyone's knowledge, Kaiba hadn't left the ballroom and had grabbed a dueldisk he had hid away. He was just waiting to make a move.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Adam was checkin the screens and said \"I don't see him...oh crap, boss? Boss you alright?\" Maggie was trying to sit up, holding her head. \"Adam shut up...I'm trying to think....\" She looked at mahad and said \" thank you....\" She got up and looked at the shadow ghoul. It hissed again and Zahra glared at it. \"You hit me...that upsets me\" guardian appeared and she ran the ghoul thru, the monster screaming and vanished. But guardian suddenly moved and Maggie cried out in pain, grabbing her chest and falling to her knees. The guardian cursed and said \"trap card! Mahad! We have to find the trap!\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null } ]
Mahad looked around and looked over toward the stage in hopes of finding it. "Stay with her. I will find it." He told Guardian as he continued his search. Whenever he found it, he chanted a spell that would disarm it and destroy it. Looking over to Maggie and the Guardian.
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Jazz's character list
-Atem Yami Moto -Joey Wheeler -Seto Kaiba -Valon -Alister (NPC of which either can use) -Tristen Taylor Megarafoxfire's characters -Maggie (OOC) Zahra (I think I spelled it right) -Adam (OOC) -Drake (OOC) -Tea Gardner -Mai Valentine -Raph -Mokuba Kaiba
[ { "text": "Mahad too was looking for said energy signature that was within the room. Noticing that a fog had rolled in, it was odd but he had to be cautious. Looking back to Maggie, he saw that she was slowly moving over to the stage. \"I do not know. This is unfamiliar to me.\" He walked over, kneeling down in front of her, he touched her forehead softly and chanted a spell that would release whatever was causing her to feel this way. Hoping this sad spell would work, he turned his head slightly as if looking behind him. \"Come out Seth, I know you are there.\" He called out.\nSeto came out as commanded and walked over toward them. \"Seems we need to figure out this little predicament. Surprised Yami isn't here. Guess I can see why you are here and yet he isn't.\" His duel disk was activated as he had some cards in his hand. Sliding a card into the duel disk, he activated it. \"I activate the card Mystical Space Typhoon. If there is a spell or trap, it is destroyed. But if we are facing a monster, we may want to act fast.\" He tapped his ear piece. \"Adam. If you are using the cameras, which I believe you are, see if you can use the EMF to try and locate the source. If I havent gotten rid of it by using the Mystical Space Typhoon, then we will need to try and where this energy is resonating from.\" Seto said as he had been looking around while Mahad was trying to help Maggie and Guardian.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie shook her head, feeling better when Seto used the magic card. Gaurdian stood tall again and said \"That felt like a magic card...but it only affected the two of us...\" MAggie nodded and said \"Its a old spell card known as Warror's sleep. Mahad was safe because his a magican.\" Adam called in and said \"I got in on the stage behind the curtain...but its huge. I can't tell what it is\" Maggie jumped onto the stage and moved the curtain. She stood there, staring at whatever was there. THen she slowly moved back and said \"I know why they wanted Weevils deck...we got a big problem\" She looked at Seto and said \"Giant Moth...and its about to hatch\" She hit her ear piece and said \"Adam, tell Yami and the others to get back to the room now.\" Adam nodded, seeing now the huge egg sitting on the stage. He called the others and when Yami answered he said \"Get out of there guys. Get to the room and stay here. Seto and Maggie found a egg of a Giant moth...you and Joey both know what that means\"\n\nMaggie walked up to the egg slowly, knowing they couldn't kill it while it was in its wrapping. So now she had to think of how to get rid of it as soon as it hatched. She had a plan, but no one else would like it.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Seto was curious as to what was behind the curtain. Seein it to be a great moth cacoon. He smirked, looking over to the Dark Magican, Guardian and Maggie. \"We'll we have our options. Find a monster powerful to kill the cacoon before it hatches, see if Yami could power up his Dark Magician if he gets lucky, or possibly combine the strength of guardian of which I have no idea what her attack strength is and the Dark Magician.\" Seto explained, not having a clue as to Maggie's plan.\n\nYami had answered and sighed. This was frustrating, and he was edgy. He didnt want to leave her to do this,. He wanted to help, but she obviously knew something he didnt and he had no idea how he was to use a power he still fully did not understand. But he looked to his friends. Glad that Mahad and Seto were there to help her. \"Adam wants us in hotel room. Kaiba and Maggie are dealing with a monster.\" He said, deciding to have faith in his lover and shadow that everything would be alright.\n\"Then we should help! Shouldn't we?!\" Joey asked, not finding sense in their logic.\nYami shook his head. \"I would have gone in there. I can't though. Maggie said that I needed to protect you. That whatever is in there, she knows how to handle it. Seto is in there as well as Dark Magician. She is not in there alone.\"\nJoey felt some relief but he still wanted to help. \"Alright. We should hurry then.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Raph was looking at the door, not liking this plan. He said \"Yami, you should be here incase something happens...I'll take the others up stairs.\" Yugi nodded and said \"Yami, Maggie might need you\"\n\nMaggie said \"We can't kill it now. The webbing on that can't be cut, burned or frozen. That's what that fog was earlier. Its the powder of the cocoon....\" Guardian moved forward andsaid \"Then I will slay it as soon as it appears\" Maggie said \"It will go for anything that attacks it...we need to surprise it...\" Then the cocoon started to crack and Maggie pulled a card from her deck that she had brought. She held up and said \"I call upon the mystic Sands card!\" A huge sand wall appeared, blocking the others from the stage. Guardian hit the wall with her fist. \"My lady! You can't face it alone! My lady!\" MAggie watched as the moth came out of the cocoon, its fangs dripping in poison. Maggie moved back, knowing the magic card didn't last long. But she only needed a few minutes while the others got an attack ready. She was distrack it. And if she was lucky, Seto would know what she was doing. The Great Moth scream and attacked, going straight for MAggie who grabbed its head and held on for dear life. But her grip wasn't enough. The moth threw her off, Maggie flying off and hitting the stage hard. She slid to the ground, landing on her side and her eyes closed. The great Moth hissed and landed over her, its fangs near Maggie's neck just as the sand wall was blowing away", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami was torn from protecting his friends and helping Maggie. It was these choices that would always leave one frozen with uncertainty and possible regret. He would trust his friends judgement though and stay. \"Alright. Go on then.\" Once his friends had gone off toward the room, he contacted Adam. \"Adam, I stayed. How is it going in there?\" He asked him.\nBakura looked to Adam with concern and worry. Looking at all this, it felt it might get worse. \"Yami will need to get in there now. Maggie isn't doing so well.\"\n\nMahad was shocked that she would do such a reckless act. Unsure as to why she would even do that. Seeing that they were blocked from a sand wall, Mahad knew he couldn't break this. All he could do was stand there and wait for it to pass. He looked over to Seto to see what he would do. Seto cursed, hoping that she wouldn't try something like that for he didn't want to be blamed for her recklessness. \"Damn it Maggie.\" He drew a card from his deck, Looking at the card and the cards in his hand, he set down a card just as the walls came down and saw Maggie in danger. He activated his card that was face down. \"Negate Attack!\" He used it to save Maggie's life as Mahad went to attack the moth with his staff.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "The trap card hit just as guardian of the king jumped forward and landed on the back of the moth, pulling it back. Adam yelled \"boss! Boss! Yami get in there!\" Guardian pulled the moth away, the great moth trying to reach her. \"Mahad! Seto! Attack now!\" Maggie was still on the floor, barely out of harms way.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Seto sacrificed two monsters to summon Kaiser Glider and Yami rushing through to see what was happening. \"MAGGIE!\" was all he could say for he ran to try and protect Maggie. Mahad looked behind him to see his pharaoh rush into the battle and grabbed him, keeping him from getting into the cross fire. He used his magic attack on the moth as Kasier attacked the moth as well. \"Wait my pharaoh...\"\nYami was only trying to protect her and keep her from being harmed that he not notice how reckless her was being till Mahad had grabbed him to keep him out of harms way. He had tried to get out of his grasp till he had come to his senses and waited. knowing he could not do anything alone.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Guardian jumped out of the way as the attacks hit and the moth exploded. Guardian landed and looked at the others \"the energy is gone. We should safe now...\" Adam sighed as the others came in. He looked up at the others and said \"the fight is over guys, I think everyone is safe\"\n\nGuardian of the king looked at Maggie and said \"yami, you should go check on her\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami made no hesitation as Mahad had let go of him, letting him go to Maggie to make sure that she was okay and hopefully alive. Kneeling beside her, he looked her over and checked for any injuries. Seto looked around before he looked to Yami and an unconscious Maggie.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Guardian knelt down by Maggie as yami held her. Adam called in and said \"bring her upstairs, I'll take a look at her\"\n\nYugi and tea got stuff together as raph was thinking by the window. Yugi walked over and asked \" what is it?\" Raph said \" why so this tonight? What are they hoping to gain?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami felt so much worry for Maggie that he didnt hesitate to pick her up bridal style and head for the elevator. He also realized that the authorities would arrive if they stayed much longer. Seto followed as the Dark Magician and Kaiser disappeared.\nArriving to the floor that their room was on, Yami and Seto continued to the room, Seto opened the door for Yami who walked through, setting Maggie on the couch, backing up to let Adam take a look at her. The pharaoh then went to his room so Adam wouldn't have him hovering. Seto watched Yami leave to his room before his attention was set upon Maggie and then the others.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Adam went to her side, checking her head and neck for damage as Raph looked at Kaiba. \"What happened down there? I need all the details you can give me...I think I know why MAggie did what she did\" Adam was cleaning up Maggie's head wound as she moaned softly, starting to come around. Adam said \"Guys, she's coming around. Joey? Mind getting Yami for me?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Seto motioned Raph aside toward a less crowded part of the room and told him what had happened while he was in there. Joey looked to Adam and nodded. \"Yeah. Sure.\" He went over toward Yami's room and knocked on the door. It took a little but Joey opened it to poke his head in. After a bit longer, Joey backed away from the door and Yami stepped out, the tux jacket off and the tie loosened. He looked over to the others with relieved but pained crimson eyes. Walking to the couch, the pharaoh noticed Maggie waking up and knelt down next to the couch.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Adam moved back, moving the first aid kit. \"She's fine, just a nasty bump and a pressure cut on her head.\" Maggie moaned again and opened her eyes, looking around at the others. Adam smiled at her and said \"Welcome back, Boss...\" Maggie blinked then sat up first, which was a bad idea for it made her head spin so she moved back down. \"Good to be back...that was fun...\" Raph walked over after Seto told him everything and he knelt down by Yami, looking at Maggie. \"You took a big risk to figure something out didn't you?\" Maggie smiled and said \"Well...I had to be sure...\" Raph looked at Yami and said \"She asked you to leave so they couldn't learn more about your fighting style...\" Yugi said \"Of course! They were trying to do research on how we fight.\" Maggie nodded, closing her eyes. \"Ya...its why Drake...was there tonight....to watch. Adam?\" Adam nodded and said \"Ya, there was a other hack into the camara feeds. They were watching\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami nodded slowly, watching Maggie wake up and try to sit only to lay down. He was really relived that she was alright. Listening to all of them, even Raph, he could understand her reasoning. \"You are reckless and had us worried. But thank you for what you were trying to do.\" Yami couldn't help but smile a little at her determination to make sure that he was no more at a disadvantage than they already were. He sat down where he wasn't in her way or in Raph's way. \"So it was a set up and test. Surprised that they couldn't just wait and watch from the tournament. But what they do not know is that I will not being using the same deck that I have used throughout Yugi and I's years of dueling together. I thought I would start anew. A new beginning for myself. They would not know what hit them.\" Yami said with a smirk.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie smiled and raph said \"We should all get to bed...tomorrow the real fight begins\" yugi nodded and headed to their room, along with the others. Adam went into the other room to grab his stuff as Maggie got up and went the balcony, holding her head. Raph went to yami and said \"make sure she gets some sleep...see you in the morning\" he and the other riders went to their rooms", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null } ]
Yami nodded when he said about going to bed. Yami watched as Maggie got up and the rest heading to bed. Joey headed to the room with Yugi and Tristen. Seto smiled and headed out of the hotel room with Mokuba. Bakura said his goodbyes and said he would be back for the tournament tomorrow. The pharaoh looked over to Raph who asked him to make sure Maggie got some sleep. He nodded and told him that he would make sure. He stood after the room was empty, walking over to the balcony where Maggie was. "Maggie? Are are you okay?"
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-Atem Yami Moto -Joey Wheeler -Seto Kaiba -Valon -Alister (NPC of which either can use) -Tristen Taylor Megarafoxfire's characters -Maggie (OOC) Zahra (I think I spelled it right) -Adam (OOC) -Drake (OOC) -Tea Gardner -Mai Valentine -Raph -Mokuba Kaiba
[ { "text": "Returning the gesture and hugging Maggie, he rubbed her back soothingly. he could tell she was scared, he was looking at her completely, listening to her as she told him what she had heard from the boy. He was surprised to hear something like that. Honestly it was starting to scare him. This was truly. something that he had never faced, Something that wanted him dead all for his heart and soul. That would surely scare the mightiest man. Wiping the tears lightly from her bruised cheek, Yami brought her close and held her tightly. \"I...I do not know. We all intend to fight this, I doubt they will back down. I would talk to them in the morning. See if any would want to change their minds.\" He told her. \"Zahra. I am scared too. I will not deny it. But I will not back down for I know that I must fight this force. But with you and my friends.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "She nodded, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. \"Then I will never leave your side...and they will not get the better of us again...\" She looked at the ground as he held her, her mind racing. She was starting to think she did know this force. Those words had sounded all too familiar to be just nothing....\n\nYugi was sitting by the window, the others asleep already. He was looking out the window, fear in his eyes. He couldn't sleep knowing that everything that had happened so far was just the start.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami smiled at her reassurance for he held her closer. He honestly felt that he would not be the man he would be today if Zahra had not come into his life. \"For i will not leave yours. Come i am sure that you need some rest. Would you like me to escort you to your room?\" Yami asked her softly.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "She nodded, the ache in her body clear as she leaned against him. \"Ya...I could use a hand...man I forgot how bad it is to be throwen around like that...ouch\" She took his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. She would be sore in the morning, but breathing.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami smiled, thinking how humorous it was for one to change a topic so quickly. He too was sure that she would feel the pain in the morning. \"No doubt.\" He replied while escorting her to her room. It was honestly not far and was near his room. Opening the door for her, Yami stood there with her. \"Here we are. Good night, Zahra.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Zahra smiled at him, then leaned forward then kissed his cheek and said \"Good night, my sweet little prince...' She went inside and got ready for bed, flinching as she moved around her injuries. Then she curled up and was asleep in moments. Hound of the Guardian appeared and curled up next to her, keeping her warm and safe", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami smiled smiled softly when she kissed his cheek. When Maggie walked into her room and shut the door, Yami went to go check on Yugi. Slowly and quietly opening the door, he saw Yugi was up. \"Yugi? Are you alright?\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi looked over and sighed, waiting till yami was over to him and sat next him to say \"this is only the beginning yami...and we almost lost Maggie tonight. This is only going to get worse...know can we fight something like this?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami had indeed sat down next to Yugi, listening to his partners concerns. He knew indeed that he was concerned about what happened tonight and what was soon to happen. He rested a hand on Yugi's shoulder. \"I honestly do not have an answer for you that could ease the tension Yugi. All I can say is that we must fight with all we have. To have faith in our decks, friends, and ourselves. Treat this as any duel and forget the risks while dueling.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi nodded, looking at his best friend. \"Yami...Maggie means a lot to you doesn't she? I don't want you to lose her again...\"\n\nDrake walked into the chamber, looking angry as he pushed the stone doors open and looked up at the five chairs at the top of the stairs. \"You didn't tell me of the attack! What if something had happened to the target!\" The five chairs were all filled and from the far left a man's voice rang out \"We were concerned that you might be in harms way...you would have stayed.\" Drake growled \"She was almost killed...if her guardian had not been there...\" Suddenly he cried out in pain as the gem on his wrist glowed and he fell to his knees, his eyes glowing the same red color. from the middle a older man's voice rang out \"Don't forget your place, Drake...you serve this order...not the Guardian...\" Drake gasped in pain, holding his chest...\n\nAdam was heading to bed when pain hit him out of no where, his chest on fire. He gasped, grabbing the side table he was walking by. His eyes clouded over and he could see what Drake saw, the pain he was in. Adam cursed and fell to his knees, taking the table out with loud crashing. He reached up to his chest and muttered something softly, his hand glowing.\n\nDrake hit the floor, the pain stopping suddenly. The council was silent as Drake tried to get up, his eyes wide. He knew they hadn't stopped the attack. There was only one who could do that. \"Brother...\"\n\nAdam panted, his eyes returning to normal before he hit the ground his eyes closed.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami smiled softly, seeing Yugi's concern for Yami and their loved ones. \"She does Yugi,\" though the smile vanished as he looked at the ground, \"When I encountered Drake, he glared at me and told me that he did want me to have her get in harms way again...I can not say that I remember but only remember who upset I was when I had saw her dead in my arms.\"\nBefore the pharaoh could continue talking, he heard a loud crash and stood. \"Stay here.\" Yami got up and head for the source of the crash. He knocked on the door he heard the crash come from before slowly opening it when there was no answer at the door.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Another door opened and Raph came out with Valon, him not wearing a shirt. \"That came from Adam's room\" Raph stopped Yami and held a finger to his lips, pulling the door open and slipping inside. HE looked around then saw Adam on the floor. He cursed and said \"Valon, get Ms. Shade now. Adam is down\" He fell to Adam's side and checked his pluse, then his breathing. Once he was sure nothing was broken he turned Adam onto his back and said \"Adam? Adam can you hear me?\" He looked at his chest and saw a fate mark there, the seal they had seen before. \"What the....\" HE looked at Yami and said \"On his chest...do you see what I see?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami looked at Raph with some surprise but then followed the two toward Adam's room. Seeing that Adam was down, he went into the room as Valon went to Maggie's room, knocking on her door a little loudly. Yami helped Raph with Adam, though was stunned to see a mark on his chest. It looked familiar but he couldnt place it other than the fact he remembered Maggie's mark. \"What seal is that? Why does Adam have one?\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Raph shook his head and said \"Its the same mark that we have seen on the gems used by the Riders...why Adam has it I have no idea..\" Just then Valon came back with Maggie, who looked stress and worried as she knelt down and rested a hand on Adam's cheek. \"This is how you found him?\" Raph nodded and Maggie said \"I've found him like this before....a few months ago. After Drake and I first dueled and he ended the match and left before it was over...\" Adam stirred, fighting to open his eyes.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami looked at Maggie confused when she said that she had seen him like that before. He honestly did not know what to say for he thought there was nothing to say. Valon comes in but stays by the door. \"Is he alright.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie nodded and looked at Yami and said \"Its the link with Drake...something must have gone wrong. I've noticed whenever Drake gets hurt, Adam feels it...\" Raph looked at Valon and said \"We think so. Are the others awake?\" Adam moaned and opened his eyes, seeing the others. Maggie smiled and said \"Hey you...\" Adam tried to sit up as he said \"He was punished...for questioning someone...he didn't know of the attack tonight...\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami seemed to understand a little as Maggie told him but this was definitely something he did not know. Watching Adam try to sit up and talk about something that seemed to be happening.\n\"Sort of. Yugi and Joey are awake as is Alister surprisingly. Miss, Gardner and Tristen are sleeping soundly. i honestly would not recommend waking them.\" Valon advised", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Raph nodded and said \"Go tell them that everything is fine and to get some sleep. I'll stay with Adam\" Maggie was listening to Adam and nodding \"Drake isn't the perfect servant...then why is he staying? What is driving him...\" Raph looked at Adam and said \"You alright?\" Adam nodded and said \"Ya, just have to get over the first hit...I'm sorry I woke you guys...\" Raph smiled and said \"Just glad your alright...Pharaoh? Maybe you should get Ms. Shade back to bed?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nodding, Valon went to tell the ones awake that everything was finr and that they should get some rest. Yami looked up to Raph who suggested getting Maggie back to her room. He nodded, turning his head to face Maggie. \"He's fine. Raph will look after him. I am sure we will find the answers in time.\" He reassured, offering his hand to her once he stood. The pharaoh wished there was more he could do but this was out of his hands.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Adam looked at Maggie and said \"I'm fine boss...\" Maggie sighed then stood up with yami's help. \"Alright...just take it easy alright?\" She left with yami, taking his hand as they walked out. \"This changes a few things...drake could be an ally to us if we can find out why his staying with them\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami hummed in agreement to Maggie's statement. It seemed to be a good idea to try and find out soon. \"I agree. We maybe able to try and talk to him. I wonder. We may not be able to talk to him out in the open...\" He mind seemed to wander before he shook his head after stopping by Maggie's door. \"It's too risky. I would have no idea how if he could get us there. I dont think any place is safe to talk without something going on.\" He indicated. Looking straight at Maggie, smiling a little. \"I'm sure we will think of something.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie nodded and opened her door saying \"I know we will....well sleep tight, my prince...the real battle begins tomorrow\" she smiled and headed into her room, climbing back into bed and pulling the blankets over her. She looked at the window and thought about where she had seen that symbol before. It was nagging at her, and she knew she had seen it before. But where? And did it relate to what was happening now?\n\nYugi had dosed off by the window, leaning against the wall and breathing lightly.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami's smile stayed on his lips as Maggie had bigd him good night. \"Good night Maggie.\" He then went to check on Yugi. Knocking on the door lightly, he peeked in and saw yugi dose off. Smiling a little, the pharaoh walked up to the boy and picked him up gently, carefully, and set him down on the bed, covering him up before walking out of the room. Shutting the door carefully before going to his room. Going in, he shut the door behind him. Getting out of his dress wear and into something more comfortable. Changing into a pair of boxers and shirtless. Walking up to the bed and plopping on it, he looked at the ceiling, toying with the chain of the millenium puzzle. He was deep in thought. Thinking about what may happen, what he was going to do in hopes that he can talk to Drake. As much as Drake seemed to hate him, Yami wanted to try a amend whatever he had done wrong without knowing. Yami had soon fell asleep upon thinking, knowing there was nothing he can do till it came to that point.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "The nexy morning Adam was up and about like his normal self again, ordering food for the whole room but not from the hotel. Raph and the other bikers were having a meeting on the balcony when Maggie came out of her room all ready for the day and went to the kitchen. She smiled at Adam and asked \"The others up yet?\" He shook his head and said \"I thought I would let them sleep...we don't have anything big till two so let them get the rest while they can.\" Maggie nodded and went to make herself some tea.\n\nYugi was tossing in his bed, muttering in his sleep. He had been fine till the last few hours of the morning, tha was when the nightmares started.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null } ]
Yami had been asleep till about 10 am or so when he had waken up with a groan. Still tired and obviously not the morning person this morning, he knew that he would need to suck it up and get up. The Tournament was today and he had to be ready. Sitting up with a yawn, the pharaoh looked around the room, seeing that nothing had changed it seemed. That was good for him to know for he got up off the bed and went to his suitcase to grab a black tank top, dark blue pants, his two belts, and his studded shoes. Putting these on, he also put on his two studded bracelets and choker (as to why he wore it, he could never know. it just felt right x3). Grabbing his duel disk with his desks (Yes, I said decks), he walked out of the room and went into the main room where he saw the bikers on the balcony, Adam in the room and Maggie in the small kitchen area making something. "Looking around to see who else maybe up, he guessed that they were asleep. Setting his duel disk on the coffee table, the pharaoh walked to Adam. "Good morning. Feeling any better?"
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Jazz's character list
-Atem Yami Moto -Joey Wheeler -Seto Kaiba -Valon -Alister (NPC of which either can use) -Tristen Taylor Megarafoxfire's characters -Maggie (OOC) Zahra (I think I spelled it right) -Adam (OOC) -Drake (OOC) -Tea Gardner -Mai Valentine -Raph -Mokuba Kaiba
[ { "text": "Yam smiled at the news before his crimson eyes looked to Maggie who decided to get everyone up. So Yami went to get the boys, slowly walking in and had noticed something odd. Looking i the direction of Yugi's bed, he saw that Yugi was having what looked to be a bad dream. It was odd to see Yugi with such dreams for he had normally kept the bad dreams at bay when the two of them had shared a body. Placing a hand on Yugi's cheek, he concentrated, trying to turn the bad dream into a good one before waking him. This he hoped would help Yugi for today was the big day. \"Yugi.\" The pharaoh moved his hand that was placed on his cheek to his shoulder. \"Yugi? Wake up partner.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi opened his eyes slwoly, a few tears still on his face. \"Yami...\" He suddenly sat up and hugged him, his whole body shaking. \"Thank goodness...it was only a dream...\" Maggie poked her head in to check on them, waiting by the door as the others were already up and heading to the kitchen. She felt bad for Yugi. He had never asked for this. But he was still willin to fight for the world again, even after everything.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Hugging the boy before him, Yami was not sure if he wanted to know what happened in this dream but it seemed to have involved him. \"It is alright, Yugi.\" Yami said softly as he rubbed the teen's back. \"You are safe. Would you like to talk about it?\" He asked in that same soft tone. He could feel Maggie's presence by the door but was trying to calm Yugi. Joey and tristen had gone to the main room to leave Yami and Yugi alone. Hopefully they would get told about what happen.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi moved back and wiped his eyes. \"Just...I lost you...like before...you were gone and I was alone again...\" MAggie came in and smiled at him. \"You are never alone Yugi...not if I know my prince.. .\" She looked at Yami as she said \"Because I know he is the one person who will never leave the ones he cares about...just like you yugi\" She looked back at yYugi and said \"Come, let us get some breakfest\" She headed out of the room as Yugi looked at Yami. \"She's right...thank you Yami...\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami looked at the face of the upset look alike when he tried to tell him what had happened in the bad dream. He looked up to Maggie as she came in to reassure Yugi. Yami smiled as Maggie was leaving the room, his attention back on Yugi. \"You know I am always with you Yugi. As well as with our friends.\" He gave his partner one last hug before standing. \"Get dressed, Yugi. We'll be in the living area.\" Yami soon left and closed the door.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi wiped his eyes agin then hurried to get dressed. Raph was leaning against the wall as Maggie walked by and asked \" everything alright,\" she nodded and said \"yugi just needed yami, that's all\" she went back to her tea as the food came, Adam paying for it and setting out everything he got. \"At breakfast feast...I hope you guys don't mind, but I was starving this morning\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Joey and Tristen had looked at the feast before all of them and their mouths began to water. They seemed delighted. \"We don't mind!\" With that, Valon and Alister laughed for they knew something like this was going to happen. Yami had come out of the boy's room and into the living area where he saw the breakfast feast all spread out and everyone gathered but himself and Yugi who was getting dressed. \"My, looks excellent, Adam.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Adam blushed a little and said \"I guess last night made me hungry\" Maggie was looking at the video feeds, her eyes narrowed. \"Nothing odd yet...no one noticed the fight last night...\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami looked over to Maggie who was looking at the video feeds and heard what she said. \"Except whoever saw it through the video feeds. Its better that no one else noticed it.\" He then looked back to the table of food. Joey and Tristen were trying to wait patiently and not dig in instantly. The pharaoh smiled at their patience.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi and Tea came to the table as well as the others, Raph still talking to Valon and Alister. Maggie looked at the boys and said \"Alright guys, dig in\" Adam said \"The opening of the games start in two hours. I doubt everyone will be dueling today, but we will need to come up with teams to make sure no one is alone\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "once given permission to dig in, Joey and Tristen dug in. Making to leave some for everyone of course, Yami too got something eat and decided to take it upon himself to get some for Maggie and Yugi. It was a habit for to do this for Yugi when he had nightmares and.knew about them. Though he could.notice it physically from the way Yugi acted. He handed a plate to Maggie, then to Yugi. Offering his to Tea. \"Here you go Tea.\" Not letting her.know that it was his.till he saw her next to Yugi. Yami got another plate before sitting down looking over toward Adam. \"I thought we had an idea going of who was with whom.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi smiled and nodded his thanks along with tea thanking him. Maggie smiled and said \"I thought I was suppose to take care of you...\" She took a few bites while Adam said \"we did...until my little attack last night. Maggie doesn't want me alone...\" Maggie looked at him and said \"it could have killed you Adam, and what if it's worse next time. Yami do you think your white haired friend could stay with Adam?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami was eating his breakfast as Maggie and Adam were talking, though listening. Looking over to Maggie, he nodded. \"I can ask Ryo, but I am sure he will be willing to lend a hand still.\" Just after he said that, there was a knock on the door. Yami stood, setting his plate down and going to the door to open it. Opening the door, on the other side of it was Seto Kaiba, Mokuba, and Ryo Bakura. Yami smiled, glad to see them. \"Good morning.\" Yami greeted. Seto smirked as Bakura smiled. Going in to the room and greeting the others. \"good morning everyone.\" Bakura greeted. Yami shut the door when the Kaiba brothers came into the room. He sat back at the table. \"Ryo? Would you mind staying with Adam if anything was to go wrong?\" The Pharaoh asked. Bakura nodded. \"Of course. I am willing to help anyway i can.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Mokuba walked in and said \"wow, looks like you guys got enough food to feed an army. Good thinking, you got an hour before this thing starts, and everyone has to be there whose dueling\" Maggie nodded and said \"speaking of which...we need to talk about the groups. There are...five of us dueling in the tournament, so there needs to be a group with each duelist in case our duels are at the same time. We can use the same groups as last night, and raph, Alister and valon, will be with each group. I think we should also pull Mia into the groups as well, since she is a friend of yours....if I'm not missing anything are their any questions? I wanted to head down early and see if I can learn anything\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Joey had gone through his plate of food decently but during the explanation that Maggie was talking about, he began thinking which was sometimes a bad thing.*'Five? Wait a minute...Yami, Yugi, Maggie, Kaiba, Mai, and myself.'*he used his fingers to count as he was going through the people in their group that signed up. \"Wait. There are six of us that are dueling. She's already teamed up with us remember?\" Joey spoke out. Yami looked over to his blonde friend, nodding as he remembered. \"That's right, She did.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie blinked and said \"right...of course, my mistake\" she turned and went to the window, rubbing her eyes. Adam watched her and said \"she's getting stressed. She needs a duel soon to feel in control again. Hopefully she gets to duel today...\" Yugi looked at yami and said \"maybe we should go down early, get some fresh air?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami looked over to his partner with a smile. He liked how Yugi could help ease things along and make them better. His attention now on Maggie, he stood from his seat and walked over to Maggie. \"Lets go early. Get some fresh air before it starts?\" Hopefully this would help and thanks to Yugi, Yami could feel a bit more at ease.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie smiled and nodded. \"That sounds like a wonderful idea. The first duel starts in an hour and I'm wondering how they are setting everything up\" Adam rolled his neck and said \"I better start getting into the systems then.\" Yugi looked at the others and said \"you guys ready to go?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Joey perked up at the mention of all this, walking over to the coffee table, grabbing his duel disk, sliding his hand in amd locking witnin place on his wrist. \"Lets get going! I wonder who is going to be first!\" Joey was excited yet anxious as always when Tristen came over and slapped his hand on his best friend's back. \"And I doubt that it will be you, Wheeler.\" Joey was not exactly expecting this reaction but gained his balance quite quickly. \"I can only hope you moron!\" He retorted.\nYami smiled at this point within the exchanges of bantering among the two friends. Grabbing his duel disk and walking toward the door, with Seto following. Turning back over to see his brother. \"Help Adam anyway you can Mokuba.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Mokuba nodded and said \" leave it to me bro, we got this\" Maggie held the door open for the others, Yugi smiling as he headed out with tea and Joey. Raph stopped by Maggie and said \"don't worry, we will be near and ready for anything\" she smiled and nodded, the riders walking out and following the others.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Seto smiled a little before walking out, the pharaoh looked back, crimson eyes looking for his lover till she spotted her. He walked with his friends, his mind thinking back on last night before the incident. When they danced in the dancefloor with no care of what was going to happen to them then. That moment he cherished now of all things that met the same as being with his friends. But now also thinking back with what memories he remembered of him and Zahra back in ancient Egypt, things were simpler for them both if you didn't count the world at stake. With his hands on his pockets and the all familiar weight of the duel disk on his right wrist and the millennium puzzle around his neck. Yami felt confident as ever.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi smiled as he watched Yami, then looked at Maggie when she was walking with him. \"You've done something to him...and I thank you\" Maggie smiled and looked over at the former king. \"I think its a double edged sword with that one Yugi...\"\n\nWhen they reached the area where the start of the tournament was to be, the courtyard of the flower gardens linked to the park, Raph tapped Yami on the shoulder and said \"look whose here to take in the sights\" He pointed across the courtyard to see Drake, in his blood red trench coat, looking at the lake next to the courtyard with his back to the group. He looked lost in his thoughts, flinching every few minutes and his hand on his chest.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Everyone seemed to take in the sight of what greeted them. The garden looked amazing with all that was in it and surrounding it. Joey was amost about to shoot like a fire work if it werent for tristen who had a hand on hisshoulder. \"Park it sparky. The last thing we need is to somehow get lost. Might as well keep an eye out for your crush.\" Joey turned to his friend with his arms crossed now. \"Hold just a minute there bonzo. Mai is not my crush.\" He retorted with a bright red blush on his cheeks. So the bamtering continued.\nYami however had not been paying attention till Raph tapped his shoulder, coming out of his reverie to see Drale who was laying there. Watching Drake, he noticed what was wrong. \"Not comfortably. I can see what is troubling him.\" Yami replied. Looking to Seto who then nodded before the pharaoh looked to Raph. \"Seto amd I will be back. I wish to try and talk to Drake. Last night did not seem to be the right time.\" And so that was where the two went.\nWalking up near Drake but by giving him space, Yami knew what was ailing him. It was a shame but hopefully things could work out, somewhat. \"Hello Drake.\" Yami simply greeted.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie stayed back, wanting to watch I've the others but had a feeling her king could get to drake better then her. Yugi watched as his friends went over to drake, looking worried.\n\nDrake didn't look at them, looking at the water. \"Good morning to you both...the water is so peaceful....doesn't have a care in the world...if only it knew the pain that is coming so soon...\" He closed his eyes, flinching again. \"I don't know how much longer I can do this....I try to protect her from them....try to find my path but I'm so lost....like I'm missing a part of me...\" He sighed then said. \"My masters are starting to lose their good graces....I can't keep my self from their power muc longer...\" He looked tired, weary.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null } ]
Yami sat next to Drake with Seto leaning next to a tree, keeping an eye on them and everything else around. The pharaoh felt sympathy for Drake, silent for a moment before he closed his eyes. "So is this why you have been serving them? To protect Maggie from them?" He asked? Though wondering if Drake had another reason as well. Though he hoped things wouldnt be as bad as they were last night between him and Drake.
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Jazz's character list
-Atem Yami Moto -Joey Wheeler -Seto Kaiba -Valon -Alister (NPC of which either can use) -Tristen Taylor Megarafoxfire's characters -Maggie (OOC) Zahra (I think I spelled it right) -Adam (OOC) -Drake (OOC) -Tea Gardner -Mai Valentine -Raph -Mokuba Kaiba
[ { "text": "Maggie stayed back, wanting to watch I've the others but had a feeling her king could get to drake better then her. Yugi watched as his friends went over to drake, looking worried.\n\nDrake didn't look at them, looking at the water. \"Good morning to you both...the water is so peaceful....doesn't have a care in the world...if only it knew the pain that is coming so soon...\" He closed his eyes, flinching again. \"I don't know how much longer I can do this....I try to protect her from them....try to find my path but I'm so lost....like I'm missing a part of me...\" He sighed then said. \"My masters are starting to lose their good graces....I can't keep my self from their power muc longer...\" He looked tired, weary.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami sat next to Drake with Seto leaning next to a tree, keeping an eye on them and everything else around. The pharaoh felt sympathy for Drake, silent for a moment before he closed his eyes. \"So is this why you have been serving them? To protect Maggie from them?\" He asked? Though wondering if Drake had another reason as well. Though he hoped things wouldnt be as bad as they were last night between him and Drake.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Drake opened his eyes and said \"partly....another is I have no choice. They have something that belongs to me....something I can't live without...,something I'm willing to do anything to get back....I have to get him back...\" He looked at yami and said \"this doesn't change how I feel about you being with her. It's not safe for her....I wish i could explain more but...,\" he flinched again, rubbing his chest.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami looked out toward the scenery, listwning and taking in everything Drake said. He still didnt know what Drake meant by how he was not safe for her. Glancing toward Seto's direction, he too looked confused. He turned back to face Drake. \"I dont understand. What do you mean she is not safe with me? Who arenyou trying to get back?\" Yami wanted to ask more, but those were the important ones.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Drake looked at him and said \"Your not the only one they want...\" They heard music start and Drake stood up, his eyes going dark again. \"I have to go...good luck\" He walked away and Maggie headed over with the others. \"What happened?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami too heard the music but watched as Drake left, as did Seto.Yami sighed heavily, feeling yet again, in the dark. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. 'Mighty gods...please guide me so I may be able to find the answers seek. Many things do not make sense to me. Please guide Drake in hope he finds his path.' Yami prays. Opening his eyes when Maggie arrives, he looked to her befpre looking away. \"He is quite unwell. His 'masters' do not seem to have good graces for him anymore. He is searching for 'him'. he still does not like me being with you. I tried asking but he would not tell.\" Yami explained.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie watched Drake vanish into the crowd, frowning. \"He was rubbing his chest...I wonder why? think its something to do with what happened to Adam last night?\" Yugi walked over and said \"The MC should be here any minute to show the line up. All the duelists are going today, I think they said 20 duels are going to happen all over the park and hotel. How on earth are we going to keep track of them all?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami nodded. \"I believe so.\" But that was all his concern. It was hard for him to consider that he was a risk to Zahara's life. He didnt understand. He hoped Drake could tell him. Maybe if he found Drake later and asked. As well as figure out who Drake was trying to get back. His thoughts were pushed aside when Yugi spoke. Yami didnt reply. But seto did. \"Mokuba, Adam, and Bakura will find a way to. Right now we need to be concerned about our duels and how we plan to win against these morons.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi nodded and said \"Sounds like a plan...\" Maggie nodded and took yami's hand. \"We better go get our seats...someone call Adam and tell him what's going on and get on the video tapes...\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Seto nodded and dialed his phone, calling Mokuba, telling him about the duels. Yami felt a hand in his, looking down seeing it belonged to Maggie and smiled, his hand wrapped around hers. His thumb rubbed the top of her hand soothingly of which he stood, not letting go. \"Alright. Let us go then.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie nodded and Yugi found enough seats together and they all sat down to wait for the duels to be revealed. Maggie looked at the center stage and said \"I wonder how they are going decide the duels...Seto? What can you see on the stage down there?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami sat next to Maggie, looking around atnall thedbuelists that were here. He knew Seto had steered himself to sitting backon the other side of Maggie. \"I am sure that is a mystery that we will never find out.\" Yami answered.\n\"Nope. Most likely they have done all the processing last night.\" Seto told her.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie frowned and said \"I'm not sure I like that...\" The stage lit up suddenly and a huge screen appeared and the line ups appeared. Yugi looked around and said \"no mc? That's odd...\" Maggie was watching the crowd, her pendent glowing", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Double", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami looked over to the line up when it appeared on the screen. He noticed the glow of something, only to see it was her pendant. Looking around the pharaoh leaned over to whisper in her ear. \"Is everything alright?\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "She nodded and said \"just checking out the crowd...I'm trying to see if any of the other duelists are who they say they are....I can sense the hearts of the decks...but I can't get a good enough look to tell\" yugi leaned over and asked \"what's the order, I can't read it from here\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami nodded, his eyes wondering about the crowd. When Yugi got curious about the order of the duels, Yami looked at the board, looking for anyone of them. \"It seems we get our chances of dueling today. Who these people are, are no one we have met before. The order is odd however it seems that they are doing 5 duels that will run at the same time. And then continue that till the twenty duels are done.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi nodded and Maggie said \"but whose going at the five duels...hopefully not all of us at once\" her phone rang and she answered \"Adam, what's up?\" Adam was typing fast as he said \"I got bad news. Your going to have to miss whoever is dueling first. I got a job for you. Alone. I may have found why you've heard those words the host guy said last night...the heart and soul of the king?\" Maggie, not knowing raph and seto were watching her closely. \"Of course Adam, I'll look into it. It's not problem at all really\" she hung up and said \"I'll have to catch up with you guys. Adam needs something\" raph tapped valon and muttered \"tail ms. Shade. Don't lose hr whatever you do \"\n\nMaggie looked at yami and said \"I'll text you when I'm done and you can tell me where your at, alright?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami looked at the chart that showed on the screen to show who the first duels as follows: (these names I made up)\n-Hitosuagi Kai vs. Oron Kimiko\n-Moto Yugi vs. Kage Hitsuki\n-Rogers Tony vs. Holmes Joshua\n-Harkness Peter vs. Amatsu Vailin\n-Beema Yuka vs. Ahad Kadar\nThe pharaoh smiled but worried for his partner seeing that he didnt know anyone up the but Yugi. However he would cheer him on knowing he was dueling and would win.\nSadly he was not paying attention as to what was going on with Maggie for his mind was on Yugi's first duel. The older Kaiba noticed this but was conflicted on rather to tell Yami or let things be. It technically qasnt his problem but it swemed important enough.\nValon was looking at the roster when Raph tapped his shoulder. Turning his head slightly, Val nodded. Yami came out of his thoughts when Maggie seemed to be talking to him. He was paying attention, but hearing this made him turn his head to see her. He looked worried. \"Shouldnt someone go with you? You said it yourself, it isnt safe to go anywhere alone anymore.\"\nJoey was feeling abit bummed that he wasnt part of the first five. But his attention was on his small spikey haired friend. \"Wish you luck Yug'. I know you got this in the bag!\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Oops. Double", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie smiled and said \"I'll be alright. I'm just meeting up with Adam really fast is all. Just text me where Yugi will be dueling and I'll catch up with you there. I won't be gone, I doubt I'll miss the duel\" she kissed yamis cheek and took off, Raph nodding to valon. Yugi sighed and said \"well, I guess I'm up first...I better go find out where I'm dueling...\" He walked off with the others while raph watched Valon slip off to follow maggie.\n\nMaggie waited till she thought she was alone and pulled out her phone again and put it to her ear. \"Alright Adam, I'm alone. What's this about those words last night?\" Adam turned away from Bakura and mokuba and said quietly \" I was looking into things and that symbol we keep seeing and those words brought up an myth. And we know one guy who can dig that up for us...\" Maggie nodded and muttered \"dad...if it's true then that would explain why they went after dad first. So I'm breaking into the head office?\" Adam smiled and said \"I love you can read my mind...all I need is you to pull me I to the main system then I can get some real answers\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami gave in even though there seemed to be no end to this who thing of trying to convince her. Feeling something was off. Yami kept this odd feeling to around, wondering what felt wrong. Be could feel it in his gut and this concerned the pharaohs. Labia too followed the others but while he contacted his little brother, Mokuba. \"Hey Molina, any reason why Maggie ran off from the group? Something doesn't seem right about her leaving our little social group.\" Step said in a stern, annoyed tone. He was going to get to the bottom of this.\nFollowing Yugi, Yami saw a female that was about 5ft, 6in, mid twenties, Brown hair, hazel eyes, white button up shirt, grey hoodie jacket, Brown leather jacket, blue jeans and tan combat boots. She waved to them, her duel disk strapped to her left arm.\"Mr. No to!\" The female greeted cheerfully. Coming up to them, and then stopping an accepting distance, held out her hand to shake. \"Its a pleasure to meet you. I say we give it our all and have fun. My name is Hitsuki Kage.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi smiled and took her hand, shaking it. \"Agreed. I can't wait to get started. Do you know where we are dueling?\"\n\nMokuba turned and said into the ear piece \"Adam said something about the main office...maybe they are getting more information. But she shouldn't be alone. Adam doesn't seem that worried though...\" \n\nMaggie was in the main office without much problem, Trick Fox handling the locks for her. She was looking at files while Adam was hacked into the mainframe. Adam said \"This is odd...there's nothing on the company records about these guys...I was hoping for more\" Maggie sighed and said \"No worries, Adam, at least I can get to the duel before I miss...wait\" She paused by the door where a seal was painted on the back. \"Adam...why would you paint a seal on a door...\" Adam moved back and said \"Depends...is it our seal?\" Maggie took a step back and said \"Yes...with one under it...\" Adam looked at the cameras and cursed loudly. \"Boss, get out of there. ITs a trap card. A bad one...Boss? Boss?\" Suddenly the feeds went dead and Adam cursed loudly. \"Alright please tell me someone followed Maggie...\" \n\nMaggie was trying to open the door, the room filling with a green smoke. She coughed hard and said \"Seal of the Dead...oh crap I'm in trouble...\" She moved to draw a card but started coughing hard again, sliding to the floor. \"Can't move...Adam...somebody...\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null } ]
Hitsuki shrugged. "I guess we are to find a area of our choosing. They didnt put out a book out places to where one should go so im as confused as you are, Mr. Moto." But she smiled. "Lets go find somewhere to go duel." With that Hitsuki went into a random direction. She had no idea where she was going but it was better than staying here among the many people that still crowded this place. Kaiba had nodded but didnt like this still. He had sadly agreed to not do things solo for the sake of his life, Mokuba's and the world. But with Maggie getting to do as she pleased like going alone by herself was something he would have done and that lone angered and frustrated him to no end. "He better bring her back soon before lover boy over here worries any further." Mentioning Yami who was showing some signs of worry but not too much of it to show of concern for anyone else. He was always cautious no matter where he was and worried about his friends. This habit was one that never went away. "I would hate rain on his parade. I hate to say this but he has enough on his plate as it is." Yes. Seto showed concern for Yami. Yes he was softening because he was his friend. And some of this had to do because of his past life. Go figure that one out. Fortunately there was someone there to help Maggie. Valon had been following her discreetly through to follow her here. He saw the seal through the door and gritted his teeth. He pulled out a few cards before he pulled one more. Looking through the cards he pulled, Valon smiled and activated the card. "Trap Jammer. Get rid of this trap!" He declared. He tried to open the door and moved her out as best as they could before the smoke could get him.
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Jazz's character list
-Atem Yami Moto -Joey Wheeler -Seto Kaiba -Valon -Alister (NPC of which either can use) -Tristen Taylor Megarafoxfire's characters -Maggie (OOC) Zahra (I think I spelled it right) -Adam (OOC) -Drake (OOC) -Tea Gardner -Mai Valentine -Raph -Mokuba Kaiba
[ { "text": "Hitsuki shrugged. \"I guess we are to find a area of our choosing. They didnt put out a book out places to where one should go so im as confused as you are, Mr. Moto.\" But she smiled. \"Lets go find somewhere to go duel.\" With that Hitsuki went into a random direction. She had no idea where she was going but it was better than staying here among the many people that still crowded this place. Kaiba had nodded but didnt like this still. He had sadly agreed to not do things solo for the sake of his life, Mokuba's and the world. But with Maggie getting to do as she pleased like going alone by herself was something he would have done and that lone angered and frustrated him to no end. \"He better bring her back soon before lover boy over here worries any further.\" Mentioning Yami who was showing some signs of worry but not too much of it to show of concern for anyone else. He was always cautious no matter where he was and worried about his friends. This habit was one that never went away. \"I would hate rain on his parade. I hate to say this but he has enough on his plate as it is.\" Yes. Seto showed concern for Yami. Yes he was softening because he was his friend. And some of this had to do because of his past life. Go figure that one out. \nFortunately there was someone there to help Maggie. Valon had been following her discreetly through to follow her here. He saw the seal through the door and gritted his teeth. He pulled out a few cards before he pulled one more. Looking through the cards he pulled, Valon smiled and activated the card. \"Trap Jammer. Get rid of this trap!\" He declared. He tried to open the door and moved her out as best as they could before the smoke could get him.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie was coughing hard as she heard a voice outside the door. She closed her eyes as the door burst open and someone pulled her out. HEr mind wandered as her brain was getting control again...\n\nZahara was riding hard on horseback, Hound of the Guardian running next to her. She couldn't believe this was happening. The one day she wasn't at his side he was taken from her. He was taken and she didn't know why. These men planned their attack so well no one had seen it coming. No one know her prince was the target. But she wouldn't let them get far... She kicked the side of the horse and said \"Come on, my friend, we have to catch up with them....please hold on my king...wait for me...\" \n\nMaggie moaned as she heard a voice next to her trying to wake her up, a hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes slightly and muttered \"My prince? Please hold on...\" She coughed again. \n\nYugi nodded and followed Hitsuki, the others following behind. Mokuba said \"Adam's relaxed a bit...I think everything is alright now..\" Adam was leaning back in the chair and said into his mic \"Thank you Valon for being there...is she alright?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Valon tried to wake her up, either by taping her cheek a few times while calling to her and or shaking her slightly but not too much. He noticed that we was either living a memory or hallucinating. He heard a voice on his comm being Adam who was relieved. \"I think so. Either she is hallucinating or she is reliving a memory. Either way it will take her a bit to wake up. I think.\" He honest;y hope that Maggie would wake up But for now he picked her up over his shoulder and got out of there.\nHitsuki wwondered a little ways till they came upon a rollercoaster area and stopped. There were people around, nothing huge, but it was a big area where they could duel. Hitsuki smiled as she stopped and looked to Yugi. I think this will work. Its big enough. Ready?\" Her duel disk activated ready to start.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi nodded and turned on his duel disk. \"I'm ready when you are\" Tea smiled and said \"You got this Yugi!\" Yugi said \"Ladies first\" \n\nAdam nodded and said \"More then likely a past memory...if you have any water put it on her face. I've found that anything to pull her from that life snaps her out of it. And water is the easiest. Not a lot of water where our friends are from...just take a minute or two...um, what did she say that makes you think she's reliving?\" He pulled a pad of paper towards him, wanting to write it down.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yami watched his partner with a smile, getting to see him duel. It had been sometime but he was still glad to see him duel. Kaiba watched but didnt seem too enthusiastic as usual. But would watch none the less. Hitsuki smiled as drew her first 5 cards before drawing her first card. She looked at it in concentration as if pondering and then put one card on Yugi's left face down on the monster slots. \"I place one card face down in defensive mode. Then I place one more card face down and end my turn.\" Hitsuki placed one more card face down on Yugi's left on the spell and trap slot. \nValon watched everywhere he went as he made his escape and to the open park that was all around them, looking for a water source. \"from what she has out loud i would say she might be reviving Egypt. She said 'My Prince? Please hold on...'. That was all I got.\"", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Yugi drew five cards and looked them over then said \"I lay two cards face down and play Celtic Guardian in Defense mode\" The elf warrior appeared same with two cards in the middle of the trap/magic slots. \n\nAdam wrote fast and muttered \"similar to before...her past life is trying to tell her something...she knows whose behind all of this...let me know when you get her to come around. And if you don't mind, make sure she gets back to Yami. Knowing her she will want to pick a fight after that attack...don't let her\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Hitsuki examined the cards that Yugi played on the field and seemed to be concentrated into the duel. Seeing what he had played, Hitsuki nodded, thinking about it all before she drew a card to start her turn. She set that card face up in the spell/trap slots. \"I play [Mystical Space Typhoon](http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/yugioh/images/7/7a/MysticalSpaceTyphoonSDMA-EN-C-1E.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20101030040409). I can Destroy 1 Spell or Trap Card on the field. I choose the one on your right, Mr. Moto!\" If she could continue, she plays another card face up on the monster side next to the one on the right to the card face down. \"I summon [Gladiator Beast Andal](http://www.bbtoystore.com/mm5/yugioh/YU_PTDNEN001.jpg), In attack mode.\"\n\n\"I'll make sure Yami gets told about it.\" Valon said as he found a water fountain. Laying her down, he put cupped some water in his hands as he opened the water. Then poured it on her face.\n\n(Ill stop halfway through the turn to see if Yugi or anyone else dueling will have anything to do before either attacking or ending.)", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie stirred and coughed hard, blinking as she looked around. Then she saw Valon and said \"What happened? Where did you come from?\"\n\nYugi removed his Pot of Greed card and into the discard pile and sighed. He hadn't dueled a lot without Yami and was now realizing he was nervous to do so. He waited for her turn to be over, ready to react if need be. \n\nAdam sighed and pulled off the headset, rubbing his eyes. \"Bakura? Could you get me a glass of water and the bottle of pills on the counter in the kitchen please?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Valon smiled when he saw Maggie stir but was glad that they were near a water fountain. When she asked what happen Valon sat on his butt and crossed his legs. \"You hit a trap and I rescued you. Raph didn't like the fact that you went off on your own when you were on of the ones who agreed that we never go alone. So I basically stalked you. Though I was told to tell you not to go and try to duel for it isn't your turn and must wait and that we need to return to the others soon so Yami doesn't flip out. We noticed how tense he got before I was told to follow you.\" \n\nHitsuki felt she wasn't going to attack yet but decided to play another card once she put her last spell into the graveyard. \"I play next is Giant Trunade. This card has us remove all Spells and Traps that are on the Field and return them to our hands.\" And so Hitsuki returned her one spell/trap card to her hand, then when Yugi had returned his spell/trap card he had left on the field, she then put Giant Trunade in the grave yard. \"Now. I will go on the offensive and attack your Celtic Guardian with my Gladiator Beast Andal.\" She announced as the Beast heard her and went for the Warrior that was in Defense Mode. When the guardian was slain, she would place a card in spell/trap slot on Yugi's left. \"I place one card face down in my Spell/Trap zone and end my turn.\"\n\nBakura got up from his place at the computers with Mokuba and Adam and went to get him a glass of water and a bottle of pills. He came back with the items and handed him the pills and then the water. \"Are you alright?\" He asked with concern. \n\n(Seems the BBCode is being a pain....)", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Maggie nodded and said \"I thought it would be fast...I didn't think they would trap an office with nothing to give...thanks for watching my back. We better get back to the others\" she got up, rubbing her neck. \n\nYugi returned his card to his hand, nodding softly. He as glad to have the card back, his mind now in the game. He had a plan. He drew from his deck and said \"I lay two cards face down and summon Queen's Knight in attack mode. And I summon Big Shield Gardna in defense mode. Your move\" \n\nAdam nodded and took a few of the pills and drank from fhe glass. \"Just a headache...I get them when others duel...and I can hear them...how's yugi doing?\"", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Valon stood to his feet, walking with her to meet up with Yami, Yugi and the others but used his mic. \"She's fine. We're going to meet with Yugi and the others. Where are they?\" He asked. \n\nHitsuki thought for a moment as she looked at the move that Yugi made and thought about her next move. So she looked upon her card and then the field. \"nice move. You have me thinking. So I will summon King's Knight, in attack mode. However I will spell card known as Polymerization to fused King's knight that is on the field, Queen's Knight, and Jack's Knight that are in my hand to make Arcana Knight Joker, in attack mode. I go to attack and have Gladiator Beast Andal to attack Queen's Knight.\" She announced, waiting to see if he would pull off a trap or a spell to cancel her attack in some way.", "username": "Jazz", "char_name": "Jazz's character list" }, { "text": "Mess up", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Adam tapped the mic and said \"near the roller coaster. Yugis not doing too well. Unless he pulls some thing from his hat this will be a short match\" \n\nYugi sighed, knowing he was in trouble. But he had a back up plan. He said \"I activate my magic card magical hats. You have four hats to take down and one holds my queen. But I warn you, there's more then just her under those hats\" he nodded, knowing his other two face down cards would help him if they were activated. He had a new plan in motion, he just needed two more cards.", "username": "MegaraFoxfire", "char_name": null } ]
(Magical hats is actually a trap card. Not a magic card x3) Magical Hats Hitsuki whistled when Yugi pulled out one of his signature cards. She bit her lower lip as she smiled, seeing what he was somewhat up to. 'he's buying himself time to pull the curtains on this show. Guess we can make this as interesting as it is about to get.' She thought as she activated a card from her spell/trap zone. "Sorry Yugi. I negate that card with the trap card called Trap Jammer. This negates your trap and magical hats is no more. Therefore My Andal continues his attack." She told him. She though she had a plan of her own. Yami was quite surprised this duelist was calm and seemed knowledgable with her hand and deck. "She sure is putting up a fight. She isnt giving Yugi much to do but defend himself and feel defenseless. He might have a new plan in this and if that is possible, I think he only needs a few more cards to pull it off." Yami explained, he noticed the look on Yugi's eyes and he could read them well. Joey looked to the former pharaoh, certainly surprised but confused. Wondering how he was able to figure out that guess. Valon nodded. "On our way." He looked to Maggie. "To the roller coasters. Man how I love those thrill rides. Yugi and the others are there. Yugi's having quite a duel with another duelist." He told her.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Paul sat down heavily in his bed wondering what the hell would happen if it really came to it and he had to fight Kyleson again. George...George used to be a friend of his...more than a friend. He was a brother to him and that day he turned...he took everything from him in a single moment. Paul closed his eyes and remembered the times they shared together. The days back when they went to school together, meeting again after a few years in OMNI, the days at Hawaii, The Battle of Washington, and finally that fateful day at London. The pilot of Aegis Gundam...and the man he hated more than anyone else in the world. But even so Paul couldn't help but dream about the days when they were kids back in space. \n\n\"Hey Paul come on! We're going to be late for school you loser!\" George had shouted loudly into his ear as the red headed boy tugged at him viciously. \"Come on you big dope! We're going to be late for school!\" George was right and he knew that Paul wouldn't stop browsing the internet if he could help it. \"Oh shut it already George it's not like we're going to be in trouble! Hey pops could you please give us a lift to school before George get's a heart attack!?\" Paul asked his father who was sitting down writing down notes on what would become the Gundam Project. It had numerous other names but Paul himself preferred to call it the Gundam Project simply because it had been easier to say. His father was a scientist and had been working on a secret project to enhance the mobile suit designs that were quickly becoming faded pieces of war. The Zaku and other units were simply too outdated and he never wanted to get his father started on the Mobius units. He had a crack team of helpers too! It was such an interesting thing those suits! \"I'm sorry Paul I can't but I can have Uncle Mario give you a ride if you'd like.\" said Paul's dad as he smiled back at him and George. \"Nah I'll just walk in that case. George needs to lose weight anyway fatty!\" Paul said punching George in the shoulder who in turn called him a daddy's boy. Paul and him argued back and forth all the way out of the house. But George was right about one thing. His dad meant everything to Paul. Without knowing who is mother was...well...life was hard. \"Come on man I've seen broken down trucks move faster than you are!\" Paul shouted to George who struggled to keep up with him. Being...who he was Paul was simply better at physical activities than George who was a normal dude. \"You know I'd be able to keep up with you if you ran slower you jerk!\" George called out to Paul as the two ran too the school that was so far away from their house.\n===\nWhen Graham entered his room he looked around and found it to be quite empty. With his new bed fellows just completely out of the picture Graham couldn't help but wonder what he'd do now. Jack found him repulsive and he didn't want to bother with Paul who was probably tired after his ordeal. He figured he'd not visit Stella until she was let out of that bed room of hers, and the others from Celestial Being made him want to gag. The only people he was interested in besides them were the good captain because he couldn't quite pin point it but he knew he felt something...strange about the man. Something hidden beneath the fine clothes and other assorted medals that adorned his usual clothes...something that made Graham afraid as if he was watching a caged mountain lion. Whatever it was Graham felt that everything around him was much different than it appeared. He supposed he could say this world was distorted to quote that boy Setsuna.\n===\nTimeskip - Preparations to Fight the enemy forces\n\nPaul sat in the middle of the changing room after once again zipping up his ZAFT flight suit for the umpteenth time in days. The others of the crew were listening as Jason gave orders from the bridge. The short time the crew had to sleep really helped some more than others. After all they had been awake for an annoying amount of time as it was. Mariemaia said she was stationing her men on the opposite side of the field and would wait for the sound of combat to attack. Kenta was providing them with information acting as a communications officer for Mariemaia alongside her own soldiers and commanders. \"All hands prepare for battle stations. Remember Group One will serve as a vanguard and group two will back them up. Group one is Black Star, Jack, Sigma Team, Nena Trinity, and Donna. Group two will consist of Graham, Reve, Puru, and Beta Squad. All hands prepare for battle stations the enemy is numerous and ready to fight with all of their passion I am sure! We have the surprise offensive don't let it go to waste!\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna heard her role for the battle announced as she waited at the hangar. She was in her uniform but forgone the jacket for a black tanktop due to the heat generated in movement. Also in her mind was how she has to keep an eye on Nena Trinity, distrusting her the most out of the group. It was no point to hide the Gundam Sandrock from Mariemeia as well as they did know about it, but she can show her skills with it for anyone that needs to be impressed from that side. She looked to find Instructor W preparing for inevitable Mobile Suit repairs with the Sundown's engineers, showing that everyone is busy here now.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Again, she was in the sea of darkness, floating yet never suffocating. Again the angry red light came on, bathing the darkness in crimson. Her calm collected breath suddenly froze, as if she was finally feeling the effect of drowning. Again, the water suddenly receded, depositing her on a cold metallic floor.\n\n\"..malfunction...ne still alive... her?\"\n\nA cold voice spoke, as she looked up to the cold iron of a gun. \"There's no need for that.\"\n\nA noise like thunder reverberated throughout the room, the gun spitting fire as her hand moved instinctively.\n\n***\n\n\"Ah.. they're sure taking their sweet time.\"\n\nThe dream was quickly forgotten after a few meals and the prospect of enemies to fight. Dreams are just dreams after all, and only one dream would be worth following; that of the old man who created Celestial Beings.\n\nThat being said, she'd never thought she'd be with Mr Flag over there. Reve thought he hated her, or whoever was piloting the Exia. But at the very least, she could see how he compared to the Graham of her world. Her blood was boiling at the mere thought of it.", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack sat in the cockpit of the Duel, but had it open, listening to the team announcements as they were all reminded of them one last time. He had his suit unzipped down to the waist for the time being. Battle, a real battle with the enemies clearly defined, was a welcome change of pace from the hit and run tactics used against the Sundown and it's crew the last few days. He finally had something to hit, something solid, to aim his irritation at. Spotting the distrustful looks Donna was shooting Nena, he shook his head. At least one person would be more focused on watching their allies than the enemy.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Are all connections clear for the Sandrock? I'm reading all green on Duel, Raigo, and the other suits over here.\" called out Engineer Yuri as he worked out the launching sequences sending data on who was launching where. In the other hanger the other suits were preparing to launch themselves. Graham and SIGMA were readying themselves for an all out brutal war and they knew that things were going to be bad for one side or another. Mariemaia's Army was more than likely not going to make this easy for the enemy by any stretch of the imagination. Surrounded...outnumbered...this was going to be something very bloody indeed. Or at the very least that's what Captain Jason Hiyan thought as he stroked back his sleek black hair. \"Paul I need you to keep on the offensive as much as possible. But don't take too much time and don't take many hits. I know what're your capable of so try to make Mariemaia take the brunt of this if possible. We don't need to lose more men.\" commented Jason to Paul over the communications link set up between the two privately. \"I've got this don't worry. I'm almost ready to launch just waiting on the others to green up.\" Paul commented as he prepared Raigo for launch. As usual he was hesitant about using energy before battle. Unlike his comrades he didn't have a battery he could throw away.\n\n===\n\nMariemaia's Army had positioned themselves in the cliff face somewhere off to the western entrance to the enemy forces. Witz was chosen to lead the forces into battle despite being inexperienced as a commander which was made up for by the surprisingly helpful Kenta and Mareimaia's veteran officers. Twelve of the Serpent Class Mobile suits and the others they brought along with them. Airmaster sat on top of a cliff overlooking and scanning the enemy base. \"Those bastards are ready for an attack...\" commented Witz as he took a look at the enemy suits positioned at the gates and the air base hangers where there certainly was enemy MS stored if not soldiers. It looked like it would be one hell of a struggle. \"I trust that you will all do as commanded...with or without our new allies we need to move forward and flank the enemy hard. Don't break from the attack just drill right through them. Blunt force combined with speed is essential in this battle.\" Kenta said as one of Mariemaia's officers named Jacob ordered his Serpent units to prepare to advance as soon as their allies got the signal.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Reve Niens. Exia launching off.\"\n\nAgain, she would face her enemies, whether they outnumber her or not wasn't in her knowledge. Except this time, with only Nena as a trustworthy friend and comrade, and that was saying a lot since Nena gets kinda overexcited sometimes. Was there even a strategist among these people? She kinda wished Sumeragi was here right now. She'd even endure all those nagging about her conduct and habits. But she still won't eat those baby tomatoes no matter what. Those are horrid enough to be classified as torture.\n\n\"This brings back memories. Kinda like the old times, right Nena?\" She spoke through the commlink.\n\nWhile this wasn't the first time she was fighting in this place, it was the first time she had someone she trusted, so she was in high spirits.", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Instructor W nodded at Yuri's question on the Sandrock. \"Sandrock's systems are go.\" He replied. While Donna slept earlier he took the time to familiarise himself with the schematics of the Slaughter Dagger for later repairs. Working with the Sundown reminded him that they came a long way to trust each other now. He hoped Donna has the same luck.\n\nDonna made sure her Sandrock was fully online and adjusted her helmet. From what she heards about the Mariemeia Army from the Instructor, her father should not be in part of the forces due to his age old enough to sire her in their timeline. She hoped the Lindemann family there has a better future. Her mind also had to be prepared for a bigger slaughter in minutes and she took a deep breath to calm herself. \"Just stay on the offensive.\" She whispered to herself. \"The Sandrock can withstand most attacks and I am experienced enough.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Finishing up the last of his personal checks for Duel, Jack sighs and zips up his suit the rest of the way and puts on his helmet, closing the cockpit to Duel. \"This is Lieutenant Jack piloting Gundam Duel. I am all clear and ready for launch.\" Leaning back in the pilot's chair, he waits for his next set of orders, especially the ones to launch. He was ready for this game of cat and mouse to come to an end and for them to finally get shit done.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
Captain Mask stood above his mobile suits toilet, awaiting for a call to start the next operation. "These factions." He started as he wiped his hands. "I assume an alliance is best in the current situation." He then flushed the excrement down as he shut the seat of his mobile suit. "But that Girl Mariemaia, on my honor as a Kuntala, she'll be a dictator when everything is done." He then sifted through files in his mask as he thought about the other authorities back in his world. "Manny, I wish you were here. That will keep me fighting no matter what. To get back to you." He said as he turned around and sat in his cockpit. "This is Captain Mask. Any update on the operation? My Elf Bullock is still outfitted with its mega boosters, I can reach the enemy forces quickly if needed." He said over coms." "Tch, a bunch of archaic museum pieces being used as weapons. Still hard to believe everything going on." He thought to himself.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Shortly after Vitue's main gun fired, Jack moved in, his shield up and his beam rifle sending shots down range into enemy suits, tearing off arms and legs if not getting the pilot like he intended. When he'd first seen the beam type weaponry being used, he was concerned that his Phase Shift armor wouldn't do him much good if he took a hit to the body, but the first time one hit his shield, he realized maybe he wasn't in as much danger, as it was easily deflected. As he got closer, he stowed the beam rifle and fired a railgun at the second hangar, intending to cause more damage before any more enemy suits came out. \n\nDodging a swipe from one of the enemy mobile suits, the Duel draws the beam saber and cuts it in half, pivoting on it's suits left foot to block the attack from another before slicing off the hand. In the cockpit, Jack was working a mile a minute, keeping his head in the game and making sure he didn't take any unnecessary hits that would deplete the Phase Shift armor faster. Still, he grunted in annoyance when an enemy suit got in a lucky hit and struck the Duel with it's weapon. He sliced off the offending hand and then bashed his shield into it, following up with a slash across it's chest.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Eeh... Nena, you blew most of them up.\" Reve sounded exceedingly disappointed. \"At least leave some more for me.\" Landing on a vantage point, she wondered briefly if she should start shooting at the men running around like headless chicken. After a few moments of deliberation, she decided it wasn't worth the trouble to kill one or two now that they have this sort of advantage.\n\nLosing her previous energy and anticipation, she yawned loudly, now looking with disinterest at the battle before her. There didn't seem to be anyone worth fighting there as well. If only she could get Graham over there to fight her... now that would be entertaining.", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Isn't that the point? We're here to kill these people Reve not to make them our friends. Besides there's something about these losers that reminds me of those Union suits from back home or those things the Europeans have. Makes me want to crush more of them and their big pudgy heads.\" Nena grumbled as she turned on her shoulder mounted GN Beam Cannons on her back while putting the bazooka on the ground to let it cool off. \"I'm going to blow'em up some more!' Nena continued before Jason interrupted her. \"Don't aim for crowded areas where our main army is going. Aim for pockets of infantry.\" Jason told her as Nena sighed and changed her target to the group near Exia. Firing the cannons on her shoulders it impacted on the ground disorienting a group of soldiers and killing most of them. \"What a bore...\"\n\nThe soldiers on the ground scrambled as Beta Team descended onto the enemy units. Their leg 12.5mm Anti-infantry guns tore up the enemy before they could even raise their guns. However were forced back when the enemy brought out an rpg unit and blew off one of the arms of the daggers. \"So much death...so much could have been avoided if they didn't attack first. But I trust my captain and I trust my men. I won't let these fools harm them.\" Beta Leader said sadly as he used his CIWS to return fire destroying the whole side of the building. The use of Trinity was clearly overkill. \n\nPaul simply didn't care how one sided this was nor did he care that the enemy was being massacred in droves. At least not as much as he should have. He knew this was something he himself would have been against if suggested a week ago. But for whatever reason now he simply just...felt cold. Whatever these bastards stood for they certainly didn't stand for peace otherwise they wouldn't have attacked them in raids. He used his Sumbullet's long range Agni Kai hyper impulse beam cannon to pick off enemy suits that still remained. He wondered if this was really how things should be going and how ethical this really was but in the end it didn't matter. It had been a week and he had dropped his morals regarding this sort of combat? Pathetic really. Maybe it was because they had attacked them or maybe it was because this was just a joint attack on behalf of Mariemaia's Army, or even possibly it was because of this world itself whatever it was Paul had no doubt in his mind he was in a normal place anymore. Tactics like this were hardly even normal to begin with they were breaking at least a dozen laws regarding to war right now in doing this. He'd leave the enemy suits down there to those who could handle it. \"Jack engage those enemy ace pilots if they're not taken out they have a chance to recover. Watch out for the funnels because they're controlled by someone similar to Puru.\" Paul ordered Jameson as he continued to take pot shots casually at the enemy from his superior position.\n\nMariemaia's Army was being hit hard by the funnels as their armor was the only thing standing between them and being destroyed by Guss's funnels. It was thankfully due to the Airmaster's capabilities that they weren't suddenly overwhelmed. Of course it didn't save them from the Jamesgun who casually cut down two of Mariemaia's suits using it's shield to block what bullets it couldn't dodge. \"You bastards think your good enough to take on the Federation!? You're nothing more than cowards!\" Martin roared as Gyunei blew one of the weapons out of Airmaster's hands as he used his other to fire taking out a funnel before transforming into jet mode and flying around trying to evade the other funnels. \"This guy is dangerous...\" grunted Witz wondering where the hell his allies were at.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ramming his beam saber into one of the enemy suits, Jack cut straight up and cleaved the suit in half from there. \"Copy that, moving to engage the aces.\" Stowing the beam saber again, Jack pulled out his beam rifle and then loaded a frag grenade into the grenade launcher, taking careful aim at a group of funnels and then firing. The resulting explosion damaged or destroyed most of them in that group and by the time their pilot realized what had happened, Jack was on top of him, firing his beam rifle before using his rockets. \"This is Lieutenant Jameson of the Earth Alliance. Surrender now and this won't get any bloodier.\"\n\nThe answer was more attacks, with funnels in the mix. Damn it, this guy won't give up peaceably, will he? Well fuck it then. They want to die, then they can fucking die. Jetting backwards, Jack fired three more shots from the beam rifle before using another railgun shot to by himself some space. Loading an HE grenade into his launcher, he fires it at the other enemy ace, the one engaging Mariemaia's forces, aiming for dead center on it's back. Stowing the rifle again, he draws his beam saber and closes rapidly with ace controlling the funnels. \"Alright you bastard, let's get a little up close and personal!\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Tch.\" Mask said as he launched in Jet Mode. \"Looks like this army wasn't as well prepared as I had thought.\" He glanced within the data gathering display of his mask and commented.\n\"Funnels? Smaller versions of bits it seems. Data analyzed.\" He prepared his Beam Guns for the possible trajectory of incoming funnels and began firing, taking out 1.\n\"Hmm. It seems the Elf Bullock still needs work. I'll just need to get in close, and use my sabers to finish this quickly.\"\nHe said before releasing the Large Boosters from his suit and transforming in front of Gyunei.\n\"Feel the wrath of Kuntala Pride!\" He said as both hands slapped together and launched a point blank megabeam at the suits chest.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Don't you dare turn your back on me!\" Martin growled and he slammed into Mask forcing him to shoot over the shoulder of Gyunei Guss saving him. In return Gyunei used his Jagd Doga's grenade launcher to blast holes into the ground in front of Jack forcing him back before he could get close with the beam saber and landing one blow onto the machine but due to the phase shift suffered little damage. \"What you took a shot like that? Fine I guess I'll have to gun you down!\" Gyunei growled as he split his focus between keeping the airmaster off of him and using his gun to fire at Jack while launching into the sky. \"Don't underestimate me you bastard! I'm an elite pilot!\" growled Gyunei as he returned fire. Meanwhile Mask was dealing with the furious on slaughter of the Jamesgun's performance and Martin's own elite piloting skills. He dodges and blocked shots just as well as any ace pilot could and he used his beam shield to maximum effect. It was like fighting a wall that could attack back with strangely strong vulcan guns and beam saber slashes. \"I am not going to lose too you! Or anyone! I'LL DESTROY ALL OF YOU BY MYSELF IF I HAVE TO!\" Martin shouted in anger. The reason he had turned his back on Mariemaia's men was due to a sudden appearance of patrol soldiers whom had come back undoubtly from some sort of mission and had engaged Mariemaia's Army in a gun battle. \n\n\"Captain...I...I sense something. Someones coming from the north! It feels scary. What should we do?\" Puru said scared as Jason growled and knew that meant one of two things: either more allies, or more enemies. Hopefully it was the former but it was more than likely the latter. \"Prepare to engage those soldiers if they prove hostile Puru. Graham launch!\" Jason ordered as Graham Aker smiled in his cockpit. \"Good I may not like butchery like this but a good fight is always something I'm good for.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack growled as he stored away the beam saber and drew his beam rifle, firing on the funnel user while keeping his shield between him and the shots he didn't dodge. \"Hard to fight two enemies at once, ain't it?\" Loading another frag grenade into the launcher, he fires it at his opponent before unleashing another rail gun shot at him. Knowing he was running low on rail gun rounds, he keeps to the beam rifle, firing the beam rifle and making sure to keep himself a difficult target to hit. Guy's pretty quick in that Gundam of his. Need an opening. Blocking another shot with his shield, Jack opens up a channel to his allies. \"This Lieutenant Jack, need assistance with one of the enemy aces.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Tch. Looks like I've underestimated these museum pieces.\" Mask said as he activated his Beam Guns to act as a net for income fire. \"But this new Elf Bullock isn't just for show!\" He said as he boosted high into the air, the legs of his suit opening to reveal large beam sabers. As he slammed down, aiming for the cockpit and the middle of the shield, he was surprised by the sound of his ally's voice. \n\"You people don't disperse Minovsky Particles before a fight?\" He questioned as he focused on his target.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Clever trick but not enough to match me!\" growled Martin as he flew backwards in time to dodge the suit as it plowed into the ground. Taking the chance he fired back with a quick series of beam shots as it held it's stalwart defense beam shield forward. However it was suddenly pummeled machine gun fire forcing Martin to back pedal as Beta Team began to open fire on the enemy suits at the request of James. \"We got your back!\" Beta Two said as he opened fire. \"Don't forget about the small fry!\"\n\n\"This Jagd Doga isn't just some piece of trash like your ancient looking gundam buddy!\" Gyunei shouted back as he sensed incoming fire and backed up just in time to miss a shot fired by Paul's Beam Cannon. \"Damn it I missed!\" Paul figured it would be like that but hey it gave James a chance to breath. Soon enough Guss was hit by a couple of shots from the enemy units and took a beam shot from the rifle of Jameson. \"Damn it I've been hit but I'm not done yet!\" Gyunei Guss went on the defensive and called back his funnels to shoot at the airmaster every time it tried to get closer to him. \"I won't simply give up and die like a dog!\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null } ]
The beam guns intercepted the shots from the Jamesgun as he backed up putting some distance between them. He glanced in his mask's monitor. "A general purpose mobile suit. Fitting a G-type would face off. I can intercept that other ones funnels." He said to himself before placing a hand on the Duel for contact communication. "Quick, swap me. My Elf Bullock can take the funnels. You're more suited for the Jamesgun, as you're both G-types." He said boosting towards Gyunei and firing a protective net to block the funnels from striking the Air Master.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Jack growled as he stored away the beam saber and drew his beam rifle, firing on the funnel user while keeping his shield between him and the shots he didn't dodge. \"Hard to fight two enemies at once, ain't it?\" Loading another frag grenade into the launcher, he fires it at his opponent before unleashing another rail gun shot at him. Knowing he was running low on rail gun rounds, he keeps to the beam rifle, firing the beam rifle and making sure to keep himself a difficult target to hit. Guy's pretty quick in that Gundam of his. Need an opening. Blocking another shot with his shield, Jack opens up a channel to his allies. \"This Lieutenant Jack, need assistance with one of the enemy aces.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Tch. Looks like I've underestimated these museum pieces.\" Mask said as he activated his Beam Guns to act as a net for income fire. \"But this new Elf Bullock isn't just for show!\" He said as he boosted high into the air, the legs of his suit opening to reveal large beam sabers. As he slammed down, aiming for the cockpit and the middle of the shield, he was surprised by the sound of his ally's voice. \n\"You people don't disperse Minovsky Particles before a fight?\" He questioned as he focused on his target.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Clever trick but not enough to match me!\" growled Martin as he flew backwards in time to dodge the suit as it plowed into the ground. Taking the chance he fired back with a quick series of beam shots as it held it's stalwart defense beam shield forward. However it was suddenly pummeled machine gun fire forcing Martin to back pedal as Beta Team began to open fire on the enemy suits at the request of James. \"We got your back!\" Beta Two said as he opened fire. \"Don't forget about the small fry!\"\n\n\"This Jagd Doga isn't just some piece of trash like your ancient looking gundam buddy!\" Gyunei shouted back as he sensed incoming fire and backed up just in time to miss a shot fired by Paul's Beam Cannon. \"Damn it I missed!\" Paul figured it would be like that but hey it gave James a chance to breath. Soon enough Guss was hit by a couple of shots from the enemy units and took a beam shot from the rifle of Jameson. \"Damn it I've been hit but I'm not done yet!\" Gyunei Guss went on the defensive and called back his funnels to shoot at the airmaster every time it tried to get closer to him. \"I won't simply give up and die like a dog!\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The beam guns intercepted the shots from the Jamesgun as he backed up putting some distance between them. He glanced in his mask's monitor.\n\"A general purpose mobile suit. Fitting a G-type would face off. I can intercept that other ones funnels.\" He said to himself before placing a hand on the Duel for contact communication.\n\"Quick, swap me. My Elf Bullock can take the funnels. You're more suited for the Jamesgun, as you're both G-types.\" He said boosting towards Gyunei and firing a protective net to block the funnels from striking the Air Master.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Thanks for the assist.\" Moving forward while keeping up the fire, Jack loads in a smoke grenade and fires, blocking the funnel controllers view, stores the beam rifle and pulls out his beam saber and moves in for another attempt at melee when one of the allied Gundams grabs him and suggests swapping opponents. Seeing as it didn't make much difference to him Jack, he nodded and switched to attacking the other ace, storing the beam saber and pulling out the beam rifle again. Loading his second to last frag grenade, he waits a couple moments for the guy to hold still then fires, hoping to get a lucky hit in. \"Hey Paul, think you could hit that guy with the weird shield? Maybe knock him of balance?\"\n\nHe fired off a couple shots with his beam rifle while he waited, careful to keep out of reach of the guy's beam saber. Definitely not something he wanted to get in range of while he had that shield. And on that note, how in the hell did he get it and where could Jack get one? Thoughts for another time, I guess.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna's Gundam Sandrock rushed into the fray of the battle, keeping up with her allies that are increasing their kill count. Her beam machine gun fired accurate shots into the cockpits of the Genoace, thinking of how they resembled the notorious performance of the Leo Mobile Suits in later conflicts. She drew her shotels shortly and the super-heated blades melted the armour of the woefully outmatched enemy like butter, while her armour resisted their beam attacks too well. \"I need to draw more attention from them.\" She said to herself as she moved further into enemy lines to bring more attention to her Sandrock. It worked and more were coming after her, which were then slaughtered like the last batch.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Gyunei! Mr. Harris! I'm here to help!\" shouted a pilot in strange grey mobile suit as he arrived on the battlefield. He shot a scattering beam shot weapon that took out two of Mariemaia's soldiers and blew the shield off Beta Leader's hands forcing him to back pedal. The suit flew in from the south and it must've broken through the other soldiers under Mariemaia to get here. \"That suit is a main target. I want it eliminated immediately. That and thing that uses DRAGOONS are major problems.\" growled Kenta Yamoka as he ordered his Serpents to turn away from the batter remnants of what was left of the Genoaces and open fire on the enemy mobile suit. \"What the hell is that thing!?\" one of them shouted over the speakers as the others replied they had no idea. \"Damn it all forces get back into cover!\" Beta Leader shouted to his men as the backed up opening fire with their rifles those who were out of ammo picked up the Genoaces beam rifle. There were only a handful of genoaces left who backpedaled in response to the offensive of Sandrock. \"That thing is a monster!\" one of the soldiers shouted in horror. The infantry, few in number after they were attacked by the Daggers, tried their best to mount an offense as one of them mounted a machine gun on the roof of the barracks and was opening fire on Mr. Mask. The others had assault rifles and were trying in vain to attack Sandrock and The Duel Gundam. Gyunei backed up and returned his funnels to recharge them with the incoming reinforcements meant their allies must've gotten a message off to someone nearby. Or maybe it was the smoke from what was left from their hangers. Regardless as Gates approached them he knew that they were in for a show. Martin in his Jamesgun didn't let up on Mr. Mask as he attempted to blow him and Duel Gundam up using a beam bazooka shot from a moderate distance away.\n\n\"Nena can you hit them!?\" Paul asked as she growled not if they wanted to keep their allies in one piece. She had no qualm with blowing them all to hell but she didn't exactly feel like dealing with the repercussions of doing so. \"Damn it! Fine then I'll do it myself!\" Paul said aiming his Agni Kai beam launcher again and fired it at the enemy target but it missed easily. \"It's fast...and...the pilot feels distorted...that thing is piloted by a newtype! Damn it!\" Paul informed his allies as he kept firing his weapon in an attempt to hit the enemy who was too far away for him to do anything about. However it seemed fate was not on his side as on the far reaches of his radar he picked up incoming enemies units from the north. \n\n\"Damn it enemies incoming!\" Paul cursed as Williams came in, \"Puru, Gabriel, and Graham are being dispatched to deal with them. We're sending in a clear for Reve to attack the enemies below. SIGMA Team is going to protect the Sundown. If the people coming from the north aren't hostile just get them to go away.\" Wiliams said to Paul as he gave a roger that to confirm he understood his orders. He however requested a change in his pack and requested that his Sumbullet pack be replaced by his flight pack. After a quick change due to his proximity to the Sundown Paul launched into the air. \"Well it seems we got another objective together Lieutenant.\" Graham said to Paul with a grin on his face as Puru smiled. \"I get to work with the Lieutenant!? YIPPEE! Let's do this! Come on Mr. Graham! Hurry up Lieutenant we gotta go beat up those bad guys!\" Puru said cheerfully...as usual. Paul couldn't help but gag at her happy demeanor at the same time he envied her ability to be happy in a situation like this. He certainly didn't have the stomach to not worry about things like her. \"Just try to keep up Puru!\" Graham said back as the trio made their way up north.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack did his best to keep up with the shots, but eventually he took two beams, one to his right shoulder, the other to his left knee. \"Damn it, can't move right. This is Jameson, gotta fall back, servos in the right shoulder and left knee aren't working right, took beam shots. Sorry fellas.\" Boosting backwards away from the fight, he works his way back to the Sundown, grumbling about his rotten luck the whole way.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Okay~\"\n\nCheerfully humming a little tune as she got an all clear for engagement, she promptly burst into one of those strange looking MSes, cleaving through one of them in one swing with the oversized blade on Exia's arm. Moving at high speed, she started engaging the other MSes, periodically boosting her speed to cleave the occasional annoying ones.\n\n\"Huh... Is this all?\"", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gabriel listened to the radio chatter of the battle monitoring the situation as best as possible from the hanger. Overall things seemed to be going according to plan, at least until enemy reinforcements arrived. It wasn't long until the order to mobilize came and Gabriel quickly took the zip line up into his cockpit. With his systems already of Stand-by it wasn't long before he was ready to launch. \"Gabriel in the GX moving to assist Lt Black Star\" he said before launching his suit into the battlefield. He wasn't to far behind Puru and Graham \"Well I don't think I have been able to see you fight first hand Graham, this should be entertaining.\" Gabriel commented as they made their way to Paul's location.", "username": "Arthanus", "char_name": null } ]
"B-beam bazooka?!" Mask said as he realized the impending firepower headed for his mobile suit. He quickly tried to dodge into the air and to the left, but the result damaged his right arm's Beam Guns. "D-damn you!" He shouted activating his leg beam sabers. "I can still take down at least one ace. For the Earth's Capital Army!" He shouted charging and spinning his Elf Bullocks legs towards the mobile suit, becoming something akin to a giant beam shield himself. "I'll prove the Kuntalas Worth by defeating all in my way!"
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Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Jack grumbled about the quick fix repair job that Yuri had done, but he tested it and found he'd still be able to contribute to the battle. Or battles, if the comms chatter was anything to go by. \"This is Gundam Duel, ready to get back out in the field. Where do you need me?\" Loading onto the catapult, Jack used his thrusters a little more heavily to keep his Gundam's knee from going out on him when he landed, otherwise he'd be back to getting another lecture from Yuri about not taking hits or being reckless. Looking around, he noted that the enemy aces were being bested by the large group of MSs and MAs converging on them. Aw man, I missed the best parts too...", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Earth Federation? Then you're an Earthnoid yourself?\" Mask asked as he jumped his intended target. \"That explains your tenacious honor. It grieves me to see fellow earthnoids slaughter one another. As a Kuntala, I hold honor very high.\" Mask said. His suit extended a hand towards the Jamesgun.\n\"I am Captain Mask of Earth's Capital Army, sworn to protect it from the threat from space.\" He proclaimed proudly, expecting a warriors pride to shine through the fog of war.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "That person was annoying. She hated those sort of little things shooting beams at her. There was no satisfaction bringing them down, and they were usually so numerous and annoying she wanted to rip out whoever was shooting those Fangs at her and tear into their heart.\n\n\"Ok, I'm kinda annoyed now.\"\n\nCleaving through another one of those fools that dared approach Exia, she opened up the throttle on the boosters, heading for that odd looking MS. Reve didn't get the chance to actually take it down however, as a new MS appeared on field. She gasped as she saw the familiar red GN particles, but the design and shape was nothing like she had ever seen before. Was this a fake? Or was it another one of Celestial Being's MSes? There was that time when the Thrones showed up after all. She had admitted then that she had known nothing about them, but since they were on their side and all, she took a shine to them.\n\nInquisitively she started probing at the pilot inside.\n\n\"Who...who is that?\"", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Paul let me handle this guy.\" Gabriel said suddenly as Paul went to question him Gabriel stopped him. \"This man...he's a strong newtype I can feel it in my bones, and I'm sure you can too. Puru be a good girl and keep out of this.\" Gabriel said valiantly as he stepped forward and aimed at the enemy. \"I may not have been with these guys long but I from what I've seen they're all good people even if they do terrible things like what is behind us.\" Gabriel said to Scirocco who simply chuckled. \"The answer of a man who is loyal at the very least. Regardless what do you intend to do to me gundam pilot?\" Scirocco asked politely as Lunamaria Hawke fidgeted in her seat uncomfortable to say the least. Puru spoke up demanding to know why they shouldn't just take them both out. Graham replied in a very simple manner, \"Because this is his fight Puru. Tell me if you were to fight a person you didn't like would you want people to ruin it for you? What if they got hurt because of it too? Let those two fight by themselves.\" Graham said as Paul started to speak up in defiance once more before a large blast was registered on his sensors. \"What the hell was that!?\" Paul questioned getting no reply immediately but it was one of the stand ins that came up informing Paul that there was an unknown mobile suit attacking their enemies. \"What in the world? Friend or foe?\" Paul questioned but before he could do anything Jason came up on his screen, \"Paul get back here leave Graham and Gabriel to take on the enemies. Bring Puru back with you.\" Jason said as Paul sighed. \"As you command my captain.\" Paul said bitterly as he turned his back on Gabriel. \"Lieutenant we can't just leave him!\" Puru said as Graham chuckled. \"Don't worry Puru we got this.\" Graham commented with a smile at Puru as he appeared on her screen. \"But...Mr. Gabriel...good luck Mr. Gabriel!\" cried Puru as she launched into the sky. \"Let's go Puru we got orders...and Gabriel be it you win or die do it fighting at your best. This man isn't some fool. I can hear it in his voice.\" Paul said as he launched into the air as Puru took one look at Gabriel and Graham and then flew away herself.\n\n===\n\n\"This pilot is a member of the Autonomous Peace-Keeping Force Reve be careful. In other words they're a force made to stop Celestial Being.\" Nena warned Reve as suddenly the enemy unit that was shot aimed at Reve and shot at her but the shot was clumsy due to the severe damage to the suit and the rifle was shot out of it's hands by Beta Squad and SIGMA landed on the ground disabling the suit further by shooting it's hands and remaining parts trying to avoid major systems. \"This is SIGMA we've in-capped the enemy's suit.\" SIGMA Leader said kicking the machine as the pilot growled and kept shouting at them.\n\n===\n\nMartin Harrison engaged Mask in one more heated series of dueling strikes after Mask proclaimed himself a member of the federation he felt strange trying to murder the man but at the same time he had attacked him first and now Gyunei was down. The clash was brief and was short but when the new mobile suit showed up he decided enough was enough. \"If you're a real pilot and a true federation soldier you'll let me go. I have no other choice now to abandon the field. I can't save anyone by being captured.\" Martin said turning his back to the Mask. \"For what it's worth you're a strong pilot Mask.\" Martin launched into the sky taking only what was needed with him and dropping his heavier equipment. The new pilot noticed him flee but didn't try to attack him. Mariemaia's men didn't try either as a good chunk of them had taken a lot of damage and had spent a lot of ammo trying to gun down the enemy grunt suits. Lucky for Mask, Witz didn't notice.\n\n===\n\nThe new pilot turned to look over at the Sundown and saw a gundam jump out of it. The pilot smiled and chuckled. \"Well then there really are a lot of strange new suits here aren't there? You have no GN Drive yet your suit is clearly a gundam model or something close to it. Tell me are one of the higher ranking members of this group or not? I would very much like to speak to your captain and seeing as I just helped you take care of a pesky little problem here I believe I'm more than entitled to that.\" the pilot said to Jack with confidence and a sense of superiority as if the pilot was looking at Jack more or less as a middle man if not less. \"Well come on speak up or are you deaf?\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack bit back his initial reply and took a moment to calm himself. This guy had come in of his own volition and nothing more. \"You wanna speak with out captain, fine, I'll see what I can do. Outside of that, you showed up and assisted of your own volition and choose to assist us. Not sure he'll agree with your sense of entitlement.\" Turning off his external speakers, he opened a line directly to the Sundown. \"Sundown, this is Lieutenant Jack. The pilot of the unknown suit wishes to speak with Captain Jason.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"This is James Axer Jack I hear you what's up?\" James asked Jack as he looked hesitantly out of the window trying to get a view of Jack. What a hell of a battle this was...I mean how many people died down there...and from what Jason was gathering they'd just eliminated a group of Earth Federation ships. The uniforms of dead soldiers, and the logo on gunned down suits it made it abundantly clear who they just fought. But...they weren't OMNI. Another group of Earth Federation soldiers? Jason hated what just went down and how he had just proceeded over this butchery but at the end of the day Jason knew he had just secured, hopefully, an alliance with Khushrenada. Jason's face was clearly one of distaste but he made it clear that it wasn't due to his crew that he was unhappy. It took James six attempts to knock his captain out of his inner thoughts. \"What is it James...\" Jason said tiredly rubbing his eyes. James explained that Jack was saying the new pilot wanted to talk to him. \"Let the pilot into the ship.\" Jason said in exasperation. \"Have a compliment of guards bring the pilot to meeting room. Treat the pilot with respect and if the pilot shows any signs of trouble inside of the ship blow it up.\" Jason said with finality which made Jame's skin crawl. \"Um Jack I'm not sure if you heard what the Captain just said but he gave the all clear. You're to bring the pilot to one of the docking bays. Once there you're free to do as you wish.\" James said to Jack as he turned off the com but left it open if Jack had more to say. \n\n\"So then big boy what's the news or are you still waiting for an answer? I've only got a limited patience you know.\" the pilot said to Jack as it hovered in the air.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Copy that sir.\" Jack gave a heavy sigh and made a mental note to try and find SOME form of alcohol during his down time later that day. He was starting to get a headache. Reactivating his external speakers, he beckons the suit towards the Sundown. \"Captain's given you permission to board, but don't think you've free reign of the ship. Follow me to one of the hangars.\" Directing the Duel back towards the ship, Jack mentally curses for missing out on all the good stuff. Now he was on baby sitting duty instead with the random guy who blew the shit out of an enemy ace. Ah well, better than latrine duty I guess...", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Heh good to know. Oh and don't talk down to me unless you're looking for a fight got that?\" the pilot said as it floated past Jack it's red particles flowing behind it. It was at this time that Puru and Paul arrived on the field. \"Hey what the hell happened here?\" Paul asked to Jack as Puru's suit turned to look at the mysterious pilot's suit. \"That pilot gives me a weird feeling...like Reve and Nena.\" Puru mumbled as Paul looked over to her. \"Puru please I know that you didn't want to leave Gabriel back there but you can't just assume that a pilot is bad based off of similarities to those two.\" Paul said as he looked at her face on his screen. Puru looked back at him. \"Lieutenant Black Star...those people...they're bad I just know they are. But...I'll trust you. That's what newtypes like us do right?\" Puru asked to Paul who sighed. \"I suppose you're right.\" Paul said as Williams chimed in, \"Sir you're acting a bit hypocritical don't you think? You think anything marked with a ZAFT Logo is a problem right?\" Williams said as Paul gripped his chair. \"Objection. Noted. Now Williams get back to work.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"This pilot is a member of the Autonomous Peace-Keeping Force Reve be careful. In other words they're a force made to stop Celestial Being.\"\n\n\"Ah. Is that so? Hmph. Can't be that good si-\"\n\nHer instincts flared suddenly, warning her of danger. Almost before she could even think, Reve moved Exia quickly, just barely dodging the shot. \n\n\"HOW DARE YOU!?\" \n\nScreaming the word 'die' over and over again in her cockpit, Reve shot at the downed MS repeatedly, not stopping until the red mist cleared from her mind a little. Breathing raggedly from all the screaming, she started laughing hysterically as she started to calm down.\n\n\"Right. Where was I?\"", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null } ]
Mask watched as his opponent flew off, knowing that they now had a warriors agreement, as well as pride as men of the earth. He watched in a mix of hope to face such a great opponent once again and anger at the countless casualties between the two earth based factions. "I'm starting to be like those damnable pirates." He stated. "No, I will find a way to unite the Earth's might, and leave no tyrants in my wake." He stated only to himself. He then refocused on the task at hand. "My shoulder beams are damaged. I'll need to head towards that ship for quick repairs. Besides, I have some interesting new info on how these other mobile suits work. Be they Earthnoids, I can share the info and find a way back to Manny." He slicked his hair back, wiping the sweat away in one swoop as he headed for the Sundown, drinking from his canteen.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Yuri looked over to the newly approaching Jack as he wiped away some sweat from his forehead and grabbed a towel and a wench from his work bench. \"You know big guy I can't say for certain how long Duel will be out but it should be back within a couple days at the least. Don't worry the damage isn't something to be scared of however I'd prefer not to have the thing sent into a combat scenario. If it comes to it we could always have you pilot one of the Daggers or maybe you can get one of SIGMA to lend you one of those ORB Suits they got. Hell if it really takes long I'll scrounge up one of those suits from outside and use it for parts to jury rig your thing back together. Point being that I can't put a precise time on it just that it shouldn't take too long. Any other questions Jack? And no that's not a pun on your name I'm honestly asking if you got any questions answered because I gotta repair those suits. No telling when we'll run into a fight in this place.\" Jason told Jack as he looked around at the people hurrying about.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Shut up, you idiot.\" She snapped back. \"Next he could have self destructed here. Or in the ship. Be glad I'm here to stop you fools from dying.\"\n\nShe had been doing this since... ever since she could remember. Then again, she was doing it with a band of trusted comrades; there were always differences but they always put them aside for the bigger picture. Not this band of misfits. Not these people who had an entire nation back them up. Reve had half a mind to wake Nena up in the middle of the night, exploding the whole hangar and their engines, and just going off somewhere. Oh and taking that woman with her as well.\n\nTaking in a deep breath, she calmed herself down. She could almost hear Sumeragi berating her for her lack of patience. All this until she can find Celestial Beings or get back home. While she doesn't doubt she could survive with only Nena by her side, there were benefits to living on a ship after all, even if the company was less than preferable.\n\nFor now, she'd go back to the ship obediently. For now.", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Roger, I will do as instructed.\" Donna replied as she moved her Sandrock to get to work. As the survivors were being round up, she saw the dejected faces of survivors that looked like they're losing the will to live. As the victor and a survivor she had some reason to reflect on it. Once the survivors were gathered she saw them being herded by the crew of the Sundown to be carried to group with Mariemeia's forces. When it looked like the job was done, she docked the Sandrock and turned off the OS to get out of the Gundam. She took a breath of fresh air and looked at the busy working conditions of the crew, including the Instructor hard at work to give assistance. Seeing some of the other pilots around, Donna decided to look around for them, seeing how they're doing.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask hailed the Sundown as he tried to land, the damage to his shoulder was a minor repair, back in his world anyways. He hoped these mechanics would be able to work with it as well. As he landed, Mask took a sip from his bottle and sifted through files. \n\"Hmm... 85% that should last me for another 2 or 3 battles. I'll need to find a way to recharge then.\" He then opened the cockpit and slid down his rope, looking for a mechanic that could attend to him.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Those GN particles you use Reve act like electronic disturbers right? Wouldn't a blast like that fry the suit's electronics when hit directly with a blast of that magnitude? Regardless there's no point in arguing about it now the man is dead and there's nothing we can do about it. Just salvage what we can and get back to the ship.\" SIGMA Leader both asked and stated as he landed on the ground and looked around for any sign of nearby salvage they could use. It wasn't much but they managed to recover some rifles. And they were entertaining the idea of taking the suits apart for spare parts when Reve left. \"Hey Reve are you ok? Vitals signs are reading you're under stress. If you need time to calm down I recommend seeing Doctor Wilbur for some stress relief meds.\" James Axer offered Reve as he popped up on her screen. \"Look I know you see us as the big bad bogey men and all but you're not with Angelo anymore and we don't really need hostility between us. What we're doing isn't personal on all of our parts. There are people here you can talk to you know.\"\n\n===\n\nThe soldiers were herded into a the small shuttle they used to transport the soldiers to Mariemaia's base earlier as they had little other way of handling the situation. Three guards all with automatic rifles stood at ready in case things went wrong. However it wasn't needed after what the men on the ground had seen with the slaughter daggers living up to their name and murdering so many of them it seemed that resistance was futile. Gyunei Guss's machine was picked up by two daggers after being made sure the machine was completely disabled and carried off towards the Sundown. When Donna arrived at the ship she was pointed towards Puru who had told her she was going to try and find Paul to talk about what was going on now. \"Ya know I don't really understand much of what just happened but I don't like it either. I can feel that a lot of people are in pain. And I don't feel Gabriel anymore. I'm worried he didn't make it out of that spot where we left him.\" Puru confessed to Donna as she informed her of what happened with the three of them after leaving Gabriel to duel. \n\nThe two of them walked down the hallway where they found Baker who informed them that she saw Paul had gone to the Cafeteria to get some water and to take a breather. She didn't talk to him but she said she suspected that's where he'd be. On the way there however they noticed the new pilot had just gotten into the elevator and was heading towards the meeting room according to the buttons above the elevator. After all why else would they be going to the officer's quarters section of the ship? That must have meant that Jason would be there soon. \"Uh who was that in the elevator? I feel weird feeling coming that person.\" Puru said as she rubbed her head. \"I just wish I could stop feeling all of this...it makes my head hurt bad.\"\n===\n\"Oh hey there buddy....nice piloting outfit pretty different from the standard. And I got to say that your unit is pretty weird. I don't know how or if we'll be any assistance in helping with your thing but I'm sure we can at least make sure any damages are repaired to our best extent. So what's the problem?\" Yuri asked as he took a moment to look away from James to talk to the new ace appearing in the hanger. \"Oh and I'm Yuri Boris in case you were wondering.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Upon hearing Puru's note on Gabriel, Donna feared the worst. \"My God...\" She nearly spoke but she remembered she has to keep a strong sake for Puru's sake. After hearing from Baker that Paul went to the cafeteria and began to make their way there she caught a glimpse of the pilot. She wasn't sure what to make of her yet and she'll have to trust the Captain on whether she can be trusted or not. \"Is she similar to Gabriel?\" The Gundam pilot enquired but after seeing the young Newtype tired, she thought of how to make her feel better. \"I think I will ask the Captain later if we are allowed to have a shower later or tomorrow.\" She said to her. \"I think since we fought well he might approve. Let us get some water first though.\" She led the way to the cafeteria to get a drink and find Paul.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Hey Reve are you ok? Vitals signs are reading you're under stress. If you need time to calm down I recommend seeing Doctor Wilbur for some stress relief meds.\" James Axer offered Reve as he popped up on her screen. \"Look I know you see us as the big bad bogey men and all but you're not with Angelo anymore and we don't really need hostility between us. What we're doing isn't personal on all of our parts. There are people here you can talk to you know.\"\n\nShe laughed at that, thoroughly amused by what he just said. \"Maybe when they stop looking at me like something the cat dragged in.\"\n\nLeaving it at that, Reve carefully put Exia in the hangar, before finally shutting it down. She sat back on her seat and sighed. It wasn't comfortable here by any means. And she'd sooner eat her own gun before going to the doctor here. With how they have been acting around her, she wouldn't put it past them to try and drug her up with something strange.", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Yuri Boris. I'll remember that.\" Mask began, \"the beam guns in my units shoulder will need to be repaired, they took a beam bazooka hit. Luckily the armor is thick, but I still fear the damage.\" He stated, tapping the side of his mask. \n\"12 beam guns all around the shoulder made for deflecting enemy munitions and beams, and punching through light armored units.\" He said, \"Take care of the Elf Bullock, I'm off to find your captain.\"\nHe then turned quickly and began walking towards the bridge, but paused momentarily at the Exia.\n\"The Gundam... I can't forget my mission. Manny, I will return, soon.\" \nHe said clenching his fist and continuing.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "Jack nods to Yuri and heads back towards the elevator. \"All good, Yuri, I know you do your best. Keep me updated if I can't make it down here to check it out myself.\" As he walked away, he paused to listen to Yuri and one of Mariemia's men talk and turned when he said he was off to find Captain Jason. Stopping the man at the elevator, he shakes his head. \"Captain's meeting with our mystery friend right at the moment, so he's probably not going to want someone coming in right now. But, we can grab some chow while you wait.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Uh I'm not sure. Gabriel is like Paul. Except Paul feels...more pent in. Like he's in a box that he can't get out of and he's holding his emotions with him tightly. I don't know how to explain it. That pilot who just came here...that pilot feels wrong. Like...uh how should I put it....the pilot feels not righ. Like Reve and Nena. But more calm like Saturnalia. I dunno really the whole world feels distored if I focus on it for too long.\" Puru said rubbing her head not noticing Donna's panic as she closed her eyes. \"Yeah I could use somethin' to drink. But hey thanks for being here Donna not a lot of people take me seriously. Maybe because I'm a younger pilot.\" Puru said with a big smile at Donna as they walked along. The deck and into the elevator. \n\nWhen the two of them arrived they found Paul sitting by himself in the corner of the room. He had his uniform on clearly having discarded his piloting suit before coming here. \"You know I can sense you right Puru?\" Paul said taking a large gulp of water. Besides the chief Paul was the only one in the room besides the three of them. He looked like he had been punched in the gut but he looked over and saw Puru with Donna and grumbled. He was not particularly in the mood to talk after what just happened with this 'mission' and he moved over. \"Come on if you want to talk or whatever feel free to sit down next to me or somewhere else. Not like I'm going to tell you to go away.\" Paul said tiredly as he looked at the two for a bit longer before his gaze turned away.\n\n===\n\n\"What's wrong pilot? Got something on your brain? Missing your companions? Don't worry if they're anything like my flag fighters and like you they'll be fine.\" Graham Aker said as he walked up to Mask from behind. \"My name is Conscript/Captain Graham Aker of The Flag Fighters. Union Military not OMNI. What's your name big guy?\" Graham said with a grin as he looked at Mask and outstretched his hand towards him. \"Missions like this make me sick but hey you do what you gotta do right? Oh sorry didn't notice you Lieutenant.\" Aker said finally noticing Jack as he nodded to him. \"I was hesitant about you out there but you showed your fighting spirit...too bad you had to run away.\"\n\n===", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null } ]
Mask had barely noticed the man, until he was right on top of him. "Hmm? Oh, do not mind me. I was simply recalling my mission to retrieve the Gundam G-Self from the Space Pirates. My pride as a Kuntala is still on the line." He thought on the man's questions momentarily, then replied. "I am Captain Mask of the Earth Capital Army, formerly cadet for the Capital Guard." He then gripped and shook the man's outstretched hand.
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PandaBrady
Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "\"Wait I'm your friend! Neat! I don't gotta lot of friends really besides Judau and some of the crew of the Argama. Well I'm glad to be your friend Donna!\" Puru said cheerfully as Paul looked over to her with a raised eye. \"So that's what I got to look forward to when I have kids?\" Paul asked as he took another sip of water. \"I just said you could take a seat you don't need to ask my permission to sit down in the ship's cafeteria.\" Paul grumbled as he sipped his water again and Puru sat down snuggling next to Donna. \"Well I suppose since we're alone I could tell you my actual name. Not sure if you haven't heard it already. My name is Paul. Lieutenant Paul Lyons to be exact. That's what I've been since I was old enough to curse.\" Paul grumpily said as he looked at Puru smiling at him. He could feel her happiness. Somewhat sick considering the people who had died just moments ago at their hands but Puru wasn't one to think about things like that. Besides they attacked them first...right? \"I don't suppose you're here to lament the fact that today was a slaughter? Come here for a bite to eat? I'm not trying to bring down the mood. I just hate missions like this. Make me feel less like a man and more like a 'proper soldier' like Lao...no need to understand who that is just suffice to say he's a maniac with no intention of changing.\" Paul questioned as he wiped some water off of his lip and sighed. \"Holy fuck I'm a kill joy.\" Paul said chuckling sourly as he looked at the table. \"You ok Lieutenant sir? You don't look so good and you sound bitter. You're normally a lot more professional.\" Puru said to Paul who grunted indifferently.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna remembered how Grant talked about this \"Lao\", and from both him and Paul it can be said that he is well-resented. \"I share the feeling that our work today was rather more than what we could have done.\" She also had the dubious honour of having the highest headcount of everyone out today. \"I am not sure what I can say to this, but I was always told that I had to kill before I would be killed.\" Those \"kind\" words were from her vengeance driven father, who wanted the Falsons to pay for his wife's death. \"Although I do not agree with him, he was a soldier and the past days proved him right.\" She found speaking to Paul extraordinarily difficult, as the young man perpetually conceals his emotions.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She jerked awake.\n\nIt seemed Reve had fallen asleep in the cockpit again. Ugh, she'd been having the same dreams over and over again. It was as if she was breaking down after being away from Celestial Beings for so long.It could be all the stress weighting down on her; these people were so inherently different from her it kinda hurts her head to see people like them. Like it was hurting right now...\n\nA splitting headache... Some rest would do her good perhaps. With that thought in mind, she exited Exia, and made her way down to her room.", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"There's a difference between running and hauling your useless rear out of the way. My arm couldn't move and neither could my leg and that reduced my combat effectiveness enough that I'd have just been in the way if I'd stayed. Not to bad out there yourself either though, Aker.\" Turning back to the Mask character, Jack offers his own hand. \"Lieutenant Jack Jameson, Earth Federation soldier. I pilot the Duel Gundam, which is down for some joint repairs after the battle.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask turned and shook the offered hand. \"That was you out there. Well done. I am in need of assistance around this ship. I would like to analyze the data I collected through the battle, and possibly share the results with the intelligence officer while I wait for my Elf Bullock's shoulder guns to be repaired.\"", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "Puru grumbled as she listened to the two talk a bit but what Donna said seemed to really hit a cord in her, \"No! You can't just fight for the sake of fighting. You gotta fight for the sake of people close to you! I fight because I got friends...Judau is my best friend and I'd give anything to keep him safe. There's no point to fighting if it's just kill or be killed! Elle, Beecha, Leina, and heck even Roux! All of those are close friends of mine! And even now when I'm away from them I still got Mr. Graham, you, Reve, Baker, Axer, Williams, and Captain Jason. I'm fighting not because I want to but to protect my family and friends Donna. Can't you do the same too? Don't you got any friends?\" Puru asked as she leaned over and forced her face up close to Donna's her eyes stern. \n\nPaul listened to what the two of them said both of them had fair points...but Paul...he had a lot of problems and friendship was one of them. Too many times had he respected someone only for them to turn their back on him. His father...his brother...his fellow soldiers. So many people...so much betrayal and so much blood. All the same...\"I think Puru has a good head on her shoulders you know. It makes me a bit more optimistic about the future. Thanks Puru...thanks a lot. No sarcasm intended you really are a good little girl.\" Paul said as Puru turned away from Donna for a second to smile at Paul, \"Thanks Lieutenant...I know how you feel. I'm not sure if you can feel me but I can feel you. You're not sucha bad guy. You're just tense and need to open up a little-\" Puru said as Paul stopped her mid sentence. \"I said you were right not that you should become my freaking psychologist.\" Paul said with a smile as he relaxed a little. It was some progress at least.\n\n===\n\"Alright why don't you and the mystery man over there come with me to the meeting room Lieutenant? Or do you two need a moment to bond?\" Graham Aker asked teasing the two of them as he smiled and turned away from them to shout towards Reve. She didn't answer instead shuffling off out of the hanger. \"Captain probably won't mind her being missing but one thing's for certain...Nena isn't happy.\" Graham said pointing out the fact the the punt sized angry teenager was glaring at the new suit in the hanger bay. Her hands balled into fists. She'd been standing there since she got out of her suit. However a new comer walked over and patted Mask on the back, \"Nice going out there dude. What happened to the other guy?\" Witz asked Mask as he looked over the two of them and then came eye to eye with Graham, \"Hey weren't you the guy who nearly killed me?\" Witz asked as Graham nodded and his smile vanished, \"Yeah that was me alright. Good piloting out there Gundam. Maybe I'll get a chance to bring you down later myself.\" Graham said as Witz eyes him more seriously. \"You picking a fight with me again pretty boy?\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Sorry Puru, I do not have much friends.\" She answered back to the concerned girl. \"I grew up sheltered and isolated without friends. Father funded the Gundam project so he can get revenge for mother's death.\" She tried to think of someone close to family. \"If there is someone I can protect here it will be everyone in the ship, including you and Instructor W.\" She can say that man with the goggles is more like a father to her. She smiled back. \"Thank you, Puru. It got some senses to me.\" Looking at Paul he was given some hope and turned to him to give a new question. \"Excuse me Lieutenant, do you have someone that you love?\" She wondered if this question was too sensitive.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That depends on what you mean by love there Donna.\" Paul said as he breathed in deeply and looked across the table at her. \"As far as I'm concerned I don't know you all that well enough to discuss my love life...not that it particularly matters at all. At this point you being my enemy seems unlikely after all you've helped us against a lot of enemies. However yeah...I do have loved ones. Captain Jason may not seem like it but he is not just my mentor but my best friend. Ever since I joined the military he...he's been there for me. He's done just as much for me as my own father did. He taught me how to be a proper soldier. He's given me orders since I was just a newbie in that cockpit I call a Gundam. Then there's the guys on this ship. Beta Leader is a good friend of mine. He's a true soldier willing to do what is needed to win. He's nearly died at least five times defending his country and his fellow soldiers. Williams and Axer have proven themselves able communications officers in their own right. I suppose we're friends though I don't see them much outside of work.\" Paul took a breath to access what else he could tell to Donna that wouldn't get to personal. Puru kept quiet waiting for Paul to respond.\n\n\"I also...use to have a friend that meant more to me than Jason...his name...his name is George Kyleson and he was born on Earth. He use to be my wingman and my brother. Ironically I use to live with him before we were soldiers. Our parents knew each other. He is the pilot of Aegis Gundam. He is no longer OMNI Enforcer. Want to know how close we are? Know that strange looking suit I use to pilot my Raigo? It's a ZAFT suit. Me and Kyleson raided a ZAFT facility and he gave the suit to me as a joke and a trophy of that day. Later he would be responsible for killing the pilot of Strike Gundam...among other things. Defected to ZAFT afterward. I war that suit because when I look him in the eyes I want him to see that I was the one who killed him. No other OMNI Officer wears a ZAFT space suit. So...that's my story. Got anything to say about it? That I shouldn't seek revenge? That I'm holding onto a grudge?\" Paul said with sarcasm as he leaned back into his seat his eyes showing fatigue that wasn't there before...and a deep loathing of just mentioning the man's name.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Hmph. It would seem every faction has capable warriors.\" Mask said to himself as the two went back and forth.\n\"Gentlemen,\" he began, \"out honor is not at stake between us. All that matters is we fight for what we believe in. I believe in protecting earth, and I intend to return to do exactly that. What you fight for is what matters most, and when I die, I hope kabakali, the kuntala God of the Underworld will judge me accordingly.\" Mask said, his honor showing abit.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "Donna thought about the strange pilot suit Paul wore when in combat. \"I did not take notice on the suit.\" She replied. \"I wear a helmet for additional protection and suits only for combat in space.\" The nobleborn pilot thought about grudges. \"I would say the reason I fight is froma grudge as well.\" She related. \"My father built the Sandrock so he can bring vengeance to the Falson family for killing my mother.\" She thought about Instructor W moving to the Lindemann residence when construction was forced to move to Earth. \"The Instructor has always been there for me since I began my training as a Gundam pilot.\" It can be said he's the closest thing to a father-figure since her own father neglects her to ponder on revenge.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack regards Mask as he talks and chuckles. \"I'll be content to just take as many ZAFT bastards down with me when it comes time. Course, I should consider myself fortunate that ZAFT's Ginn's use ballistic weaponry more widespreadly than beam weaponry, makes just walking into the lot of them much easier than having to play Dodge the Bullets like Flags do.\" Leading the way onto the elevator up from engineering, Jack pulls out an MP3 device and some headphones, putting one in his ear and starting the music. \"So, what's your impression of this weird world, Mask? You sense something off about it like the Newtypes?\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
"Newtypes are a legend where I come from, but it doesn't take a psychic to realize something is up. I rely on data," he said pointing at his mask. "These museum pieces can still pack a punch, but I can predict how they move, and what they will do. I suppose in a way, it's like being a new type. The closest person to being a new type I know of would be the grade skipper." He said. "So, the technology of your world, how are bullets ineffective? Some kind of beam armor?"
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "The next days weren't easy for the Sundown and Donna was not an exception. As they gain allies however the crew of the Sundown also shrunk. She has been called number of times by the crew to help with their burial service as she was one of the few that remembers the Bible well (in German). With some of the crew weary she joined their impromptu prayer sessions, sometimes again leading the service. She became good friends with Stella and Puru though but seeing the former in the battlefield is unlikely, seeing the Sundown's reluctance. She spoke with Hilling once, who appeared to be part of some elite force and appearance to be from the same world as Nena, Reve and Saturnalia. The Gundam pilot however hardly had a time to interact with Mariemeia's Army, being busy with helping the Sundown get through the tough times but she was interested in meeting her when there's a chance. Instructor W found no breaks in maintaining the Mobile Suits but was able to offer some expertise with the repair of Mariemeia Mobile Suits.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The hostility of the crews' feelings wasn't really that hard to notice. \n\nEspecially since it was directed at her. Seems the only one who didn't outright look at her with contempt was Nena and Stella. It seemed just a matter of time until they tried to throw her in the brig or something. Not that she would ever let them get in Exia. There was something else that worries her however; it was the familiar feeling of someone in the ship that evoked a very strange sense of anger in her. Reve would have tried to probe around, but with all these people looking at her with those scornful eyes, she doubted she could get very far. The burial itself struck her as unnecessary, a waste of resources on corpses. Not that she attended of course, all the gathered accusing eyes looking at her would be hilarious for a short while, but she had other things to do than watch people cry over dead bodies.\n\nSighing, she stared listlessly at nothing, rolling around the last bottle of medicine. She wanted to play, do something enjoyable, or kill someone, but there was hardly anything to do around here even if she could bring Nena and Stella along. Sneaking out in Exia would do no good since there wasn't an Earth to go down to for some military base mayhem. Or real backup she can trust.\n\n\"...Tieria... everyone... how are you doing I wonder...\"", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Over the course of the next two days, Jack kept himself busy with patrols. He couldn't take a spare Slaughter Dagger out, the OS was too clunky for him, so he did it on foot, patrolling no more than a few feet from the Sundown with an assault rifle in hand. Fortunately, the joint damage hadn't been so sufficient that it took a long time, but he couldn't find the will to climb into the cockpit again while fellow pilots were being buried. After the two days, he finally thanked Yuri and got in the cockpit, sealing it and cranking up the music. he took a moment to write a sign then taped it to the outside of the cockpit. It read:\n\nIf you need me, knock really loud. If that doesn't work, get the bridge to hail me.\n\nOf course, he had the music down low enough he would hear the knocking, but just in case he didn't, a back up plan seemed in order.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
Mask's time with Mariemeia had been brief, as they offered him over to the Sundown in good faith. He took the time to analyze all that he could of this groups mobile suits, and to go over what he had leaned from the other factions he had fought. Short, tall, gundanium, gundarium, phase shift, it was all so much. Perhaps, he thought, it may be time to get a more agile suit.
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PandaBrady
Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "\"Hmm...\" Reve closed her eyes, mulling over what the two said.\n\nShe didn't know who that person Stella mentioned, but it sure as hell sounds better than most of the people in here. As for what they said... Well, she honestly didn't know what to make of it. She herself had pretty much fulfilled her role. There wasn't any reason for her to live or exist anymore. And yet, she still fought to stay alive, for reasons she doesn't have, or understand. It was better when she lived in almost constant war; at least then she had only need to immerse herself in battle and not think too much about anything.\n\n\"Ahaha, that sounds stupid.\" Reve smiled. \"Well, it's not like I can't understand. I'd take down anyone bothering you two.\"\n\nLeaning back, she stretched, looking a bit more relaxed now. \"Aah... If there was only something interesting to do...\"", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask headed to the hangar to review his Mobile Suit. He glanced it over, luckily it was repaired, but weaponry was getting stronger the longer they stayed on this planet. \n\"The Elf Bullock, it may be strong, but it won't last much longer if I can't move it out of harms way.\" He said to no one in particular.\n\"Perhaps, one more battle before I request a mobile suit change.\"\nHe then began scanning through the new info he had gathered through the last couple days. \nHe paused briefly when he glanced a sign on a nearby mobile suit.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "Donna shook her head. \"My apologies if I sounded disrespectful.\" She started. \"Your army was thwarted by the Gundam pilots and the Preventers.\" She explained. \"It was brought to an end when Dekim Barton was betrayed by his own men, loyal to His Excellency Treize Khushrenada.\" From what the Gundam pilot from her father as he described Dekim as unflatteringly as a boogeyman.\n\n\"There was a decade of peace until the Falsons, former members of the Romefeller Foundation built an army in the Colonies and rebelled against the Earth Sphere United Nations. The Falsons took the Earth Sphere by surprise with stronger Mobile Suits and we were forced to mostly use older Mobile Suits such as the Leo and Taurus. The Earth had no choice but to recreate the Gundams. The initial production were done in Space by Winner Corporation but the rest were forced to be done on Earth.\" She thought about her own Sandrock. \"Lord Lindemann of Berlin worked with the construction of the 4th unit with a scientist called Instructor W, funding with the condition of one his children piloting the completed Gundam. The Instructor chose me to pilot the Gundam and for years I received training from him. Before I arrived in this world, I was meant to go to Warsaw to group with the other Gundam pilots so we would be able to launch our counter-attack against the Falson Coalition: Operation Rising Himalayas.\" The pilot thought on whether the long story could be interpreted well by Mariemeia on the monitor.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"What the hell is taking you two so long come on I only got so much time to get us to our points before I got to get to mine. Captain Jason doesn't approve of people who are late to their shifts you know. He'll have my hide and then my team will never live it down. I'm always on their asses about getting to their spots.\" Grant roared as he shouted at both Jack and Mask as his custom dagger stood on top of a nearby cliff waiting for his 'allies' to get their butts in gear. \"Hey Jameson is Mask even in his freakin' suit yet?\" Grant said in exasperation. He knew now why they had been 'given' a 'talented' pilot like Mask by Mariemaia. They were just dumping a slow pilot on them. Less food to spend and less wait time.\n\nGrant wasn't in the best of positions to talk about or complain about anything in particular right now though. Jason had put him out of the last battle on purpose. He and his crew were too loud in fights. He didn't want them screwing over the crew. Or at least that's what he thought was the reason. He was an ace pilot one of the best in the OMNI Corps. He had a custom mobile suit for god sakes! Who got a cool paint job and improved gear without having proved themselves? Well...he wasn't Paul who had proven himself more than capable as a pilot. Why or how he had found himself in a gundam was beyond Grant but he assumed Paul was in some sort of program or group since he was ranked so high at such a young age. I mean second to a high ranking Captain in the OMNI Navy? At twenty something? That was crazy. A country boy like him could only dream of getting in a suit like that.\n===\n\n\"Oh sorry....but thank you for saying you would protect me Reve.\" Stella said as Nena grinned and shook her head. \"Well maybe you need protection Reve but I can handle my own. Heck I bet I could do better than my brothers. But hey if you want some action...I got an idea.\" Nena said with a smile as she looked over to Virtue. \"We can get Jason's permission and launch from the bay on 'guard duty' in reality we'll go pick a fight with those ZAFT pricks Black Star's been bitchin' about. Sounds like my day right? Beating up some losers and causing some chaos. Just another day for Celestial Being.\" Nena said as Stella looked around unsure about what to do or to say. \"I...I won't go if you do. I have to follow orders....Captain Jason's orders. If it's guard duty that i'm sent out on then I will guard. But I don't think I should go. I'm not a fan of violence either way.\"\n\n===\n\n\"Really now? I always figured Dekim was a spineless fool who would sooner betray me than follow me. When I was younger I trusted him but I learned better after he killed Duo Maxwell against my orders. Duo could've been persuaded to join me eventually but Dekim was too short sighted to see that and had him killed. That was the day I figured out he was up to more than being my aide.\" Mariemaia confided in Donna as she chuckled and shook her head slowly. \"Tsk tsk...to think he'd be a fool to let the Preventers actually mobilize. In my universe one of my father's best generals sabotaged Earth's defenses even further. It seems that man didn't either make it or wasn't able to get me or Dekim to listen. By the time I got to Earth Zechs wasn't even able to put up a fight. He tried...he failed...he died. Earth's last savior and hope was ironically it's devil. A man who previously tried to kill the planet with a giant space station...You'd think a giant rock would've done the trick.\" Mariemaia said dourly as she laughed. \"I'm not serious don't worry. I just have a dark sense of humor.\" Mariemaia said waving a hand at Donna.\n\n\"As for you universe's more specifics...well I can't comment it's completely alien. I think the people you spoke of were minor figures if they existed at all in my own time and place. Such a odd incident that would cause our times to completely change from one another. To think that one event or death or even place can cause something to be changed so differently. I'm afraid if you were looking for a person to share in your encounters I won't be able to fufill that desire. I however can sympathize. You universe sounds like a bloody mess. Having said that what is it that you want from me Miss?\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack jumped when Grant came on over the com channel and hit his head. \"Ow, sonova- Hold on, hold on, I'll check.\" Turning off the speaker from his end, he muttered to himself and checked the external cameras on his suit. It took a moment of checking, but he finally found Mask looking at the sign on his mobile suit. Turning on the external mic, he finished his grumbling before speaking. \"Hey Mask, Grant's getting impatient, let's go!\" He cut the speakers and opened the cockpit just enough to pull the sign back in before closing it and starting it up.\n\n\"This is Gundam Duel, requesting permission to disembark.\" The handler quickly gave it and off Jack went, feathering his boosters after jumping to land next to Grant. \"Sorry if I wasn't moving fast enough, had to double check some of energy flow through my suit.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna nodded with how Mariemeia remarked with how the names spoken were obscure to her. She wondered if the Donna in that world is living a happier life. \"That is all.\" She replied. \"I just needed those answers.\" The Gundam pilot thought about the Winter Princess' penchant for gallows humour, close to Winter as it can be remarked One spark reminded her of one question that lingered in her heart. \"Actually I have one more question.\" She enquired. \"Who is Instructor W?\" She hoped the Winter Princess would have an answer. The scientist and mentor has always been cryptic of his past, skirting away questions on his identity. With his expertise on Gundams she was sure he was important three decades ago.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Hm? Who is that?\" Mariemaia asked as suddenly one of her soldiers whispered into her ear and she thought to himself before a moment and then looked back at Donna. \"I don't believe I could tell you that. I saw that man briefly enough but I don't believe I know him. If I saw him and looked at him a bit further I could have an idea but I'm afraid I can't tell you. If you're so interested in that then I'd say you should ask him personally. I mean who else could know more about the man than the man himself...or his stalker. Either way I suppose you should get on that. Now then I bid you all a good day and please give my regards to your Captain. Mariemaia out.\" Mariemaia didn't bother with any goodbyes from Donna and the screen turned blank and a line of text indicated termination of the channel. \"So then Donna did you find out what you wanted to find out?\" Jason asked when suddenly a signal appeared from the deck and Williams answered it. \"Oh hello Lieutenant Jameson. Um one moment we need to prepare the launch deck...sending signal to the crew by you...one moment please.\" Williams responded quickly as she furiously tried to get one of the mechanics to answer her summons and after a moment she finally got someone. One of Yuri's second commands who said he'd get someone to prep the launch bay for Duel Gundam. \"Alright when ready you can launch just move to the bay and get into it then give me the signal and I'll activate it. Good luck out there Lieutenant if you need anything I'm here for you. I mean it's not like we're going anywhere right?\" Williams said with a sarcastic twirl of her fingers.\n\n\"About bloody time Duel. You know the guy who pilots Duel from where I come from is an ace pilot what got you into that seat? I mean it's not like just anyone can pilot one of these things with government backing.\" Grant asked James as his dagger looked around and adjusted the gun in it's hands. \"This freaking thing needs a tune up.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack shook his head. \"I earned my place piloting a Mobile Armor. When we got the Duel back from ZAFT and finished fixing it up, my CO put my name forward. There weren't many other candidates for it and I tested highest.\" He wasn't willing to share that he was a Coordinator, even if he was a First Gen. These guys didn't seem to have a lot of love for them, since their ZAFT was made of the same forces as his own.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
Mask quickly hopped into his Elf Bullock, pulling his mask off slightly once in to rest his eyes for only a moment. He then placed it back on and readied his suit. "I need to focus," he said to himself. "But this damn mask hasn't come off in days. I've had no time to myself." He sat in thought awaiting orders from his current superiors. "This mask is my resolve, a symbol of pride as a Kuntala." He said, sounding as if to convince himself that he was fine.
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PandaBrady
Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "\"What the hell is taking you two so long come on I only got so much time to get us to our points before I got to get to mine. Captain Jason doesn't approve of people who are late to their shifts you know. He'll have my hide and then my team will never live it down. I'm always on their asses about getting to their spots.\" Grant roared as he shouted at both Jack and Mask as his custom dagger stood on top of a nearby cliff waiting for his 'allies' to get their butts in gear. \"Hey Jameson is Mask even in his freakin' suit yet?\" Grant said in exasperation. He knew now why they had been 'given' a 'talented' pilot like Mask by Mariemaia. They were just dumping a slow pilot on them. Less food to spend and less wait time.\n\nGrant wasn't in the best of positions to talk about or complain about anything in particular right now though. Jason had put him out of the last battle on purpose. He and his crew were too loud in fights. He didn't want them screwing over the crew. Or at least that's what he thought was the reason. He was an ace pilot one of the best in the OMNI Corps. He had a custom mobile suit for god sakes! Who got a cool paint job and improved gear without having proved themselves? Well...he wasn't Paul who had proven himself more than capable as a pilot. Why or how he had found himself in a gundam was beyond Grant but he assumed Paul was in some sort of program or group since he was ranked so high at such a young age. I mean second to a high ranking Captain in the OMNI Navy? At twenty something? That was crazy. A country boy like him could only dream of getting in a suit like that.\n===\n\n\"Oh sorry....but thank you for saying you would protect me Reve.\" Stella said as Nena grinned and shook her head. \"Well maybe you need protection Reve but I can handle my own. Heck I bet I could do better than my brothers. But hey if you want some action...I got an idea.\" Nena said with a smile as she looked over to Virtue. \"We can get Jason's permission and launch from the bay on 'guard duty' in reality we'll go pick a fight with those ZAFT pricks Black Star's been bitchin' about. Sounds like my day right? Beating up some losers and causing some chaos. Just another day for Celestial Being.\" Nena said as Stella looked around unsure about what to do or to say. \"I...I won't go if you do. I have to follow orders....Captain Jason's orders. If it's guard duty that i'm sent out on then I will guard. But I don't think I should go. I'm not a fan of violence either way.\"\n\n===\n\n\"Really now? I always figured Dekim was a spineless fool who would sooner betray me than follow me. When I was younger I trusted him but I learned better after he killed Duo Maxwell against my orders. Duo could've been persuaded to join me eventually but Dekim was too short sighted to see that and had him killed. That was the day I figured out he was up to more than being my aide.\" Mariemaia confided in Donna as she chuckled and shook her head slowly. \"Tsk tsk...to think he'd be a fool to let the Preventers actually mobilize. In my universe one of my father's best generals sabotaged Earth's defenses even further. It seems that man didn't either make it or wasn't able to get me or Dekim to listen. By the time I got to Earth Zechs wasn't even able to put up a fight. He tried...he failed...he died. Earth's last savior and hope was ironically it's devil. A man who previously tried to kill the planet with a giant space station...You'd think a giant rock would've done the trick.\" Mariemaia said dourly as she laughed. \"I'm not serious don't worry. I just have a dark sense of humor.\" Mariemaia said waving a hand at Donna.\n\n\"As for you universe's more specifics...well I can't comment it's completely alien. I think the people you spoke of were minor figures if they existed at all in my own time and place. Such a odd incident that would cause our times to completely change from one another. To think that one event or death or even place can cause something to be changed so differently. I'm afraid if you were looking for a person to share in your encounters I won't be able to fufill that desire. I however can sympathize. You universe sounds like a bloody mess. Having said that what is it that you want from me Miss?\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack jumped when Grant came on over the com channel and hit his head. \"Ow, sonova- Hold on, hold on, I'll check.\" Turning off the speaker from his end, he muttered to himself and checked the external cameras on his suit. It took a moment of checking, but he finally found Mask looking at the sign on his mobile suit. Turning on the external mic, he finished his grumbling before speaking. \"Hey Mask, Grant's getting impatient, let's go!\" He cut the speakers and opened the cockpit just enough to pull the sign back in before closing it and starting it up.\n\n\"This is Gundam Duel, requesting permission to disembark.\" The handler quickly gave it and off Jack went, feathering his boosters after jumping to land next to Grant. \"Sorry if I wasn't moving fast enough, had to double check some of energy flow through my suit.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna nodded with how Mariemeia remarked with how the names spoken were obscure to her. She wondered if the Donna in that world is living a happier life. \"That is all.\" She replied. \"I just needed those answers.\" The Gundam pilot thought about the Winter Princess' penchant for gallows humour, close to Winter as it can be remarked One spark reminded her of one question that lingered in her heart. \"Actually I have one more question.\" She enquired. \"Who is Instructor W?\" She hoped the Winter Princess would have an answer. The scientist and mentor has always been cryptic of his past, skirting away questions on his identity. With his expertise on Gundams she was sure he was important three decades ago.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Hm? Who is that?\" Mariemaia asked as suddenly one of her soldiers whispered into her ear and she thought to himself before a moment and then looked back at Donna. \"I don't believe I could tell you that. I saw that man briefly enough but I don't believe I know him. If I saw him and looked at him a bit further I could have an idea but I'm afraid I can't tell you. If you're so interested in that then I'd say you should ask him personally. I mean who else could know more about the man than the man himself...or his stalker. Either way I suppose you should get on that. Now then I bid you all a good day and please give my regards to your Captain. Mariemaia out.\" Mariemaia didn't bother with any goodbyes from Donna and the screen turned blank and a line of text indicated termination of the channel. \"So then Donna did you find out what you wanted to find out?\" Jason asked when suddenly a signal appeared from the deck and Williams answered it. \"Oh hello Lieutenant Jameson. Um one moment we need to prepare the launch deck...sending signal to the crew by you...one moment please.\" Williams responded quickly as she furiously tried to get one of the mechanics to answer her summons and after a moment she finally got someone. One of Yuri's second commands who said he'd get someone to prep the launch bay for Duel Gundam. \"Alright when ready you can launch just move to the bay and get into it then give me the signal and I'll activate it. Good luck out there Lieutenant if you need anything I'm here for you. I mean it's not like we're going anywhere right?\" Williams said with a sarcastic twirl of her fingers.\n\n\"About bloody time Duel. You know the guy who pilots Duel from where I come from is an ace pilot what got you into that seat? I mean it's not like just anyone can pilot one of these things with government backing.\" Grant asked James as his dagger looked around and adjusted the gun in it's hands. \"This freaking thing needs a tune up.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack shook his head. \"I earned my place piloting a Mobile Armor. When we got the Duel back from ZAFT and finished fixing it up, my CO put my name forward. There weren't many other candidates for it and I tested highest.\" He wasn't willing to share that he was a Coordinator, even if he was a First Gen. These guys didn't seem to have a lot of love for them, since their ZAFT was made of the same forces as his own.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask quickly hopped into his Elf Bullock, pulling his mask off slightly once in to rest his eyes for only a moment. He then placed it back on and readied his suit. \n\"I need to focus,\" he said to himself. \"But this damn mask hasn't come off in days. I've had no time to myself.\"\nHe sat in thought awaiting orders from his current superiors. \"This mask is my resolve, a symbol of pride as a Kuntala.\" He said, sounding as if to convince himself that he was fine.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Wait ZAFT built Duel or did they steal it? Either way that's a disturbing thought. Lieutenant Lyons could probably tell you more about the gundams than I could but I served with just about all of them at some point in time. I've been around the block. I may be a young guy unlike Beta Leader but I still got guts. I mean I wouldn't be in control of Alpha if I wasn't a badass now would I?\" Grant said as he started to lead his detachment down the path towards the border. \"As for you Mask you can have all the pride you want but this is just a routinue patrol the chances of anyone actually attacking us is slim to none. We've wiped out two of those fucking Zeon prick groups and one of those supposed Earth Federation Units. Let's just hope we find a way out of this place...\" Grant grumbled as his dagger flew roughly in the air. \"So yeah you're a candidate, I'm just a glorified grunt, so what does that make you Mask? What's your story?\" Grant asked Mask casually.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null } ]
"Story? What's my Story?" He questioned to himself. He craned his neck momentarily in thought. Should I tell them. Who I truly am? I suppose it does not matter, seeing that this world, and these people, are all disconnected. "My name... Is Luin Lee. In my world the Universal Century is a very old tale, and newtypes are a legend. Thousands of years ago, Earth was in a food crisis and certain low class citizens were designated as extra provisions." He began, removing his mask. "We were given this brand," he said pointing to his forehead, "as a reminder of that, and the brand has stayed through the years. Even now, most people treat us like 2nd class citizens." He placed his mask back on feeling naked without it. "I was a cadet for the Capital Guard, a military group made to defend the Capital Tower, a space elevator which gave the world extra Oxygen, Water, and Photon Batteries. We had a problem with Space Pirates and other countries trying to take the tower so they'd get more, even though we had to ration things out. One day, a threat from space arrived. Her name was Rariya, but she couldn't remember anything. The commanders said she must've hit her head. Poor girl had the mentality of a preschooler after that." He said pausing briefly. "That's when her Gundam Unit, the G-Self, resurfaced, being used by space pirates to try and Hijack Capital Tower. Myself, the Instructor, and the Grade Skipper overpowered it in our Construction Units and we confiscated it. However the next day the Pirates came back for the Pirate Girl piloting the G-self, and took 2 of my friends hostage. That is when I donned my mask, and was Promoted to a Captain's Position in the new Capital Army. I was top of my class." He said. "Then I found myself here on my way to rescue them." He said not showing much worry in his voice.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Donna listed to the description of the Coordinators and the conflicts that ensued. \"I suppose supremacy through genetics do cause some distrusts.\" She could only comment. This mentality of supremacy reminded her of the wars that people in the Space Colonies were fighting the Romefeller Foundation for independence. \"A war thirty years ago were similar.\" She commented. \"The Space Colonies fought the Romefeller Foundation for independence and to do so built the Gundams.\" The Gundam pilot tried to think of the further details. \"It was a complicated war, as my father and Instructor W can describe. Allegiances constantly changed during the war and it ended with the Earth-Sphere unified as a democracy.\" Though some of the democratic reforms were placed aside during her lifetime due to state of war. It was more of an oligarchy now.\n\n\"A pick-me up song?\" She said with some interest in her eyes. \"That may help with morale around the Sundown.\" Making a song for the crew was an entirely new concept to her, at it brought interest. \"When I usually sing, they are Lutherian hymns but I feel that we can get something.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack brought the Duel's beam rifle up into a ready position and made sure the shield was ready as well. \"You know, one day without these ass hats attacking would be great.\" As he waited for the call from Grant, he checked his own radar and noticed the pings and frowned. We treat everyone we meet like a potential enemy and we won't have any allies... He knew that Grant wouldn't agree with the sentiment though, so he simply waited.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Luin Lee shot to attention at the call of possible enemies. He had to focus, a slip up from one person could mean death to everyone. So he had to make sure he wasn't one of them. He readied his finger beams and awaited the call.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Yeah of course a pick me of up song will improve morale and the mood in general. Maybe it will help ease things over with the newer crew members. After all Nena isn't exactly friendly to us thanks to her imprisonment, Reve was an enemy too. If we can all find a good way to work out everything with the people on the ship we should be able to work better together. Maybe it may even convince Jason to ease up on his military style 'assume everything is hostile unless proven otherwise' style of thinking. I'm a decent composer would you like me to work on drafting a song Donna?\" Baker said with a warm smile at Donna as she offered her hand to the young lady in a sign of friendship and comradely.\n\n===\n\n\"Oh yeah wouldn't that be a treat right? Follow me lead. Don't attack unless you're fired upon or we're spotted. Expect tangos to be hostile though.\" Grant said as he launched forward and steadily but slowly moved towards the mobile suits in front of them. As the group got nearer to the targets he had his squad hide behind a large group of rocks. \"Don't make too much noise and keep from moving your suits as much as possible.\" Grant said as he inched his way closer too the suits. \"-And too think we would find more of those bastards here. I mean it's one thing to fight that punk Kira Yamato it's another thing to fight that bastard with the dragoons. How we managed to escape from them is beyond me.\" grumbled one of the pilots Grant overheard. He linked what he was hearing too his two allies hoping they'd know who it was who was talking. \"Whoever it was in that suit was one of the best pilots I've ever seen. It took on three of our gundam class suits and won without breaking a sweat. What did those Zeon guys were working with call it? The White Unicorn? Devil? I don't know or care the point is we can't let them catch us on our asses again.\" grumbled another pilot as Grant turned the corner he saw something that surprised him more than anything since he learned about multiple universes. \"What the fuck...no way. Hey Jameson it's-\" Grant transmitted an image to the two of his allied pilots.\n\n\n\n\"It's altered but I recognize the face. Unless the multiverse has a sense of humor in making gundams look alike then this is one weird coincidence...\" Grant mumbled as he had to hurry and peak his head back behind a rock. \"What the hell...I thought I saw something.\" grumbled the duel pilot as the other pilot looked over and scoffed at him saying he was just paranoid.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack growled at the picture. \"Well, that's just fucking great. Two Duels on the same planet AND they're working with Zeon. Do we want to call this in or engage now? Cause that Duel will just give us trouble later. And...what in the hell is the White Unicorn?\" He poked his head out a little to get a look for himself and frowned. Certainly has a different head, but it's the same Gundam in the end. Where in the hell-wait. It clicked, they were ZAFT forces, if they'd been fighting Kira. \"Grant, they're with ZAFT. Kira Yamato pilots the Strike in my universe.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I would've called this immediately after I saw it but the thing is if they can pick up long range signals we're fucked. Besides Paul's team is on the way. if we get into trouble we just send up the signal and cavalry will be on it's way. My plan is too wait too see what the flying fuck they're doing and then if they got to go back to base we track them and then report back to the big man back at the ship. As for the other people they're talking about...not a clue in the world. Maybe one of the others would know but not me. There's no White Unicorn in my universe and quite frankly all of this is hog wash too me. My moral compass just says these guys aren't our friends. Especially the ZAFT fuck heads.\" grumbled Grant as he tried to listen in more on what was happening. \"Man I hate scouting missions. What's with the big guy and trying to find all these 'facilities'. They're probably just a goose chase.\" grumbled the Duel Gundam's pilot as he launched into the air and Grant moved backward quick in an attempt to hide just barely escaping the notice of Duel. \"Even if it is then we're still going to have to look for them. They will give us an answer one way or another.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Captain says you're clear to launch. I'll ready the catapults.\"\n\n\"Yeah, you better...\" Reve grumbled to herself. \"Else you'd have some extra crispy mobile suits in an exploded hangar.\"\n\nExia moved slowly towards the launching area, the pilot humming an almost forgotten song to herself. Finally some more action. She could almost feel Exia being as excited for it as she was. Considering how much these people scavenge things from the battlefield, they should be pleased by the destruction she could bring. \n\n\"I'm almost ready...this freaking thing is weird I hate how different it is from my mobile suit. Whatever still the same concept just bulkier and with more systems.\"\n\n\"You'll get used to it soon.\" Reve replied cheerfully as she checked Exia's system, making sure everything was working fine before the green light came on for the catapult. \"We're Celestial Beings after all. We're far beyond anyone else regardless of where they are from.\"\n\nThe green light came on. Taking in a deep breath, she announced her launch. \"Reve Niens, Exia. Launching off.\"", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I'll go second.\" Stella said simply as she moved her Gaia towards the end of the hanger bay and hooked her suit up to the catapult. However soon after she moved the crew of Paul and Puru rushed into the hanger as well and pushed past SIGMA Leader who was confused at why they were down here. The two of them also entered mobile suits. Paul was hurriedly trying to force the rest of his gear on as Puru just bolted into her own suit. \"This is Gaia Gundam launching from Catapult deck One!\" Stella said as she was launched off the deck. She felt the familiar push of the G Forces on her chest as she was forced into the air and landed far away. \"I'll go-\" Nena said as Paul's Raigo powered up. \"Hold up Trinity emergency I need to launch first. We should be able to take care of it. Whatever you're doing it can wait a couple of seconds.\" Paul said as he hurriedly powered up Raigo and moved it forward. \"Flight pack attached Yuri?\" Paul asked as Yuri confirmed he'd gotten that done as soon as he was told too. Paul thanked him with a smile on his face. He could always trust Yuri. \"What the hell is the big idea? What's going on!?\" Nena demanded as Paul explained there were two unidentified suits and that he and Puru were to be the reinforcements for Grants team that was out at the moment. The help of the three of them wouldn't be needed as even if there were more Graham and Hiling Care were in deck two getting their suits ready. \"Fine whatever.\" Nena grumbled as Paul moved his suit up. \"Hey Lieutenant let's go get'em! I'm ready for some action!\" said Puru cheerfully as Paul chuckled. \"You know it. This is Raigo moving out!\" Paul said as he was launched from the catapult bay and was followed soon by Nena and then Puru. Paul and Nena hurried off as Stella started to move in the opposite direction. \"Alright Reve why don't you lead us to where we're going? Did you have some place in mind?\" questioned Stella simply not at all worried about the sudden appearence of Raigo and the Quebeley MK 2 storming off.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack listened to the suits converse and frowned when they mentioned facilities. Facilities? What in the hell are they getting at? Turning his suit slightly, he spots Paul and Puru coming and opens a channel to them. \"Hey, come in low guys, we don't know what their sensors can do. And Paul...there's another Duel.\" Closing the channel, he returns to keeping watch with Grant and Mask, leveling his rifle with the Duel from behind the rock for if they had to fight. He didn't know about the other suit they could be facing, but he did know that the Duel couldn't handle a beam shot very well.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"What did I just tell you-\" Grant started to grunt as suddenly the enemy duel gundam stopped moving and looked towards the area where Duel Gundam was hiding. \"I knew I saw something! Come out with your hands up!\" shouted Duel Gundam as suddenly Grant pulled out his machine gun and bolted to the right of the enemy unit and started to open fire on Duel. \"A Dagger?! OMNI Enforcer! Take these guys out!\" the Duel Gundam pilot roared as he opened up a blaze of beam rifle shots and grenades all at once. Grant could barely keep up as he was forced to back pedal. \"What part of no long range radio did you not understand!? Engage!\" roared Grant as he started to realize his suit's gun was only a hinderance at best to Duel Gundam's shielding. \"Mask-Lee take on that gundam!\" grunted Grant as his dagger started to receive damage. \"Must be a coordinator! He's good!\" Grant said to himself as Paul radio'd in. \"Very well then... the other pilot growled as she turned her massive rifle onto-\"Wait a second I recognize that suit...Is that you Mask!?\" growled the pilot who sounded suspiciously familiar to Mask as she opened fire upon him with her suit's anti ship rifle. \"I should've figured you'd be here!\"\n\n\"Come on we got too hurry up Lieutenant!\" shouted Puru as Paul reared his head in annoyance. \"Just when I thought something would go as planned...\"\n\n===\nInfo on second pilot:\n\nhttp://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Aida_Surugan\nhttp://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/MSAM-033_Gundam_G-Arcane", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I could bloody see them!\" Coming out of cover, Jack opens fire with his beam rifle on the other Duel. \"Hope you're OK with this planet as a grave, you ZAFT son of a bitch!\" He strafed left when the other Duel returned fire, but kept up his rate of fire up and used his shield to block the shots he couldn't dodge.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
Mask changes to his fighter form to close the gap as quickly as possible. "Aida! You've found another G-unit? Damn Space Pirate!" Mask said as he charged her, blasting his beams to distract her long enough to get in close and disable the suit. This was bad. If she was here, then Bellri, Rariya, and Noredo may be here too. "What have you done with Bell?!" He shouts worried about his friends.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Jack's arm holding the shield dropped it and shot up, catching the hand holding his beam saber and he kicked the other Duel away, grabbing the shield and jetting back. \"Athrun Zala is a war criminal and where I'm from, your smoking corpse was pulled out of this cockpit! I don't mind doing the same to you!\" This time Jack went on the offensive, using a combination of attacks with his beam rifle and beam saber, swapping between them quickly, to put the other Duel where he wanted before he jetted forward and thrust with his beam saber forward towards the other cockpit. \"Go to hell you bastard!\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Yzak! I got you!\" Aida shouted taking a quick pot shot at James before turning her attention back to Mask as Yzak back pedaled and retrieved his own shield and beam rifle and fired off some rapid shots at the enemy gundam. \"I didn't ask for your help mind your own business! As for that 'other me' he must've been half the man I am! But no one! No one bad mouths Athrun! He might be an ass but he's still my friend!\" Yzak said as he suddenly and surprisingly quickly managed to not only deflect but knock the beam saber used by James upward and then with a quick side thrust knocked the saber out of Duel's hands and proceeded to slash towards James.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "James grimaced but didn't give up, catching the other Duel's hand holding the saber again and this time forcing him to drop the saber before throwing the other Duel over his shoulder as he turns and pulls up his beam rifle, firing several quick shots at it before holstering it again and retrieving the fallen beam saber from nearby. \"Don't think for a second I'm going to let you walk away from this alive, Yzak. It's my duty as a member of the Earth Alliance military and I made a promise to my parent's I kill every ZAFT pilot I met.\" Jetting forward, he unleashes a series of quick slashes towards the Duel.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Tch.\" Lee said as he raised an arm to block the minor damage from the Vulcan's.\n\"How could you understand my need to protect those precious to me! I'm a kuntala, and must show my pride!\" He yelled going for a round house with his beam sabers to try and take out that dangerous rifle of hers.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "Donna accepted the hand and return a smile. \"Certainly.\" She answered back. \"I can help with the lyrics. I will be able to find some inspiration somewhere.\" The thoughts went into the large book by Leo Tolstoy in the room. \"The Instructor has been silent and budy lately. Maybe this can help him too.\" She gave further thinking. \"Also we have the other new pilots and allies. I have not interacted with some them yet, but I wonder if this will get us the chance to know more about them. Understanding can allow us to work more effectively too.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The suddenly blasts from the skies heralded the arrival of the unlikely duo of Paul 'Black Star' Lyons and Elpeo 'Puru' Ple. The funnels circled the area and Yzak for forced onto the defensive completely taking rather severe damage to his armor and his suit's arms. \"DAMN IT! MORE OF THEM!? We got no choice...Aida fall back to base!\" Yzak shouted as Aida used her suit's beam wire to force away Mask having lost her rifle to a beam saber slash. \"I guess we got no choice! I'm sorry Yzak this is probably my fault if I was a better pilot-\" Aida said quick to take the blame for their sudden change of fortune. Yzak held up his shield as he back pedaled hard falling back as Aida used her thrusters to try and dodge the shots Paul sent towards her with his beam rifle. They were precise but they missed as Aida sustained damage from both Mask, Grant, and Paul. \"ZAFT scum like you need to be put in your places!\" Paul roared his anger made apparent to Puru who could feel his deep rooted hatred of the organization coming forth. \"Eat it suckers!\" Grant shouted triumphantly as he opened fire on Yzak blowing off a chunk of Duel's shielding. \"Hold on this is Baker all forces don't shoot to kill! This is an order from Jason! Don't shoot to kill! We're encrypting this message so they can't hear it but if we're going to track them back to base we're going to need at least one of them in working condition.\" Williams said in a hurry as Puru came up, \"Wha-but they're bad people right? Why would we let them risk getting off safe?\" Puru questioned confused as Paul answered swiftly if somewhat controlled, \"Because if we want to catch all the bad people we need to find their head and cut it off. Like a snake. You can hurt a worm but cutting off it's tail but it won't fully be dead unless you cut off it's brain.\" Paul said as he begrudgingly held back on his shots intentionally missing Aida now. \"Leave it to the captain to think up a plan on the spot.\" Grant said with unease but he trusted his captain that was set in stone. \"We have Grant moving forward to prepare to track them.\" Williams said as Graham came in. \"Come on guys don't you trust me? I hate missing out on a good fight but if we can find the big cheese we can get a better one.\" Graham said as if he really needed to give his opinion on the matter. \"This plan is satisfactory I suppose. Though I'm sure there would be better ways to approach this.\" commented Hiling Care with disinterest on the subject entirely.\n\n===\n\n\"Alright that sounds great...hmmm who should we ask for help with this? Puru? She's a good girl and she loves people. How about Williams? She's a tad bit on the official side of things but if she lets her hair down I'm sure she'd be helpful. She talks to a lot of people so she'd know what kind of things they like I'm sure. I'm not sure who else we could get involved...would your instructor friend be of any help in this?\" Baker asked putting her finger on her chin and tapping it trying to think about who would be the most useful in the situation given. She wanted to make the people feel better. And not just the crew...she hoped they could find more friends and allies who wouldn't fight them at the drop of a hat. But it seemed nothing but hostile people lived in this world...", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "James slammed his fist into his viewport as Yzak got away and he deactivated the beam saber before retrieving his own. Letting Yzak get away was a mistake... He stored his own before looking over the one he'd taken from Yzak and opened his channels back up. \"I took one of Yzak's beam sabers but don't seem to have room for it. Anyone need a spare?\" He kept his face from being too exposed, his anger and disapproval of the plan showing just a little more than he knew it should have been.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Ah, a great plan. Let the wounded retreat to their nest and wipe out the whole of them.\" Mask said over the radio. He transformed once more and began following from a distance. \"That space pirate will lose her suit next time. I just need to think up a small plan to retrieve it. Ah.\" He said to himself realizing just how to do it. \"I'll take her Photon Batteries for my own suit.\"", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Come on guys I could use some help here!\" Puru said with a frown as Paul tried to force back the enemy pilot though she was swifter and lighter than he was making it easier for her to dodge his shots than he'd like. \"Hey Mask your little friend is talented. Not too much but she's good.\" Paul said to Mask in annoyance as he continued to force her away. Eventually she managed to get entirely away as Puru managed to fight off Yzak. \"I'll defeat you I swear! Count on me coming back for your heads you fascist pigs!\" Yzak said as he pulled back the two retreating into the distance. Paul landed down heavily on the ground next to Grant. \"So do you think 'he' is with them?\" Grant asked as Paul turned to his ally. \"You know 'him'.\" Grant asked as Paul grunted, \"Lao or George?\" Paul simply asked as Grant uncomfortably shifted in his seat and declined to answer and Paul looked towards his allies. \"Are you all alright? Everyone in one piece? Speaking of the saber just give it to Grant or I and I'll bring it back to Yuri to store with the other captured weapons.\" Paul said as Puru landed and the machine started to literally jump with joy mimicking a excited Puru. \"Yay Yay YAY! WE DID IT GUYS! WE BEAT THE BAD GUYS AGAIN!\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack hands Paul the saber before turning and glancing at Puru and drawing his rifle, he takes a position watching the two retreat. \"Hate to be a killjoy, but while Yzak Joule is still alive, we haven't won anything. And if there's another version of Yzak here...\" That meant it was going to get more dangerous if Athrun was also here. Another Athrun...that...man, I hate this multiverse crap.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"So? We kicked his butt and trashed his suit right? It's not like he's gonna be much of a threat when Mr. Graham gets back to us on where they're heading. Come on Mr. Lieutenant Guy you can't really be this grumpy. You gotta take joy in the small things. That's what I was told by Judau at any rate. I think it's pretty good advice personally.\" Puru said with a smile as Williams giggled. \"What's wrong Jameson? If Puru says they're done I think they're done. If a smart little girl like Puru thinks a person is toast that means they're pretty bad shape.\" Williams said with a giggle. \"Look you guys can stay out there or return to base as you will. You're mission is over as of the moment. We're biding out time now when Jason figures out the specifics we're going to wipe out ZAFT, and hopefully, Zeon as well.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack shrugs and stays where he is. \"I'll stay out here for a while longer. But there's something they were talking about that bugs me. Something about facilities that could have the answers to why we're here.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"This is Captain Jason Hiyan. I have answers on that it's just that none of you have ever bothered to actually come to my meetings or are too new to have done so. I've had Yuri study them and he has found some stuff on them. I've shared some of it with Blackstar but that's about it. So do as you will Mr. Jack.\" Jason said simply before cutting off his own communication line.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"This is Captain Mask. I'm trailing them back to their base. Scouting in my Elf Bullock's Fighter mode. If things get hairy I'll disperse Minovsky Particles and make my way back to the ship.\" Mask radioed in.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"What part of 'Hiling Care and Graham are tracking them' did you not understand? I'm using my GN Particles to distrupt their communications so they won't be able to just radio for help. I don't need the help of some random pedestrian mask.\" Hiling said flat out dismissing Mask's intention to track the others. \"As blunt as she is I have to agree I think Hiling Care and I are more than sufficient for the task. Don't let your personal issues with that one pilot get in your way of thinking. You can deal with her once I find the whole she's in.\" Graham said to Mask in an attempt to appease both parties.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Right... Powering the Duel down to save energy, Jack opens the cockpit and climbs on the arm, laying down and looking up at the sky while wondering what kind of creature had a twisted enough sense of humor to put all these people on one planet and wage yet another war. \"Well mom, dad, I'll find a way home and make ZAFT pay. But first, I gotta clean up things here...\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
"Tch. Fine. I'm breaking off." Mask said as he turned around in (Kuntala) shame. "If you see that Space Pirate, she's mine!" He said gritting his teeth. She knows something, I just know it.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Mask calmed slightly. He saw something in Puru that reminded him of...\n\"Manny.\" He said quietly. He took off his mask.\n\"Thank you, Puru. You're a good kid.\" He said as he took out his canteen and took a drink. He needed to stop rushing into the heat of battle. Just because he is top of his class, doesn't mean he's unfailable.\n\"I needed that.\" He said replacing the mask.\n\"Ready for the next order.\"", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"How the hell should I know? I don't work with them and I don't know where they have their base. Could be a few minutes, could be an hour, could be half a day. I wouldn't think it would be too far away though. Who'd hike all the way over here and go past these hills to spy on us if they were far away. Besides Duel doesn't have much in the way of flight if I'm correct. I'd say it shouldn't take too long.\" Grant said more or less indifferent. \"You really in that much of a rush to kill more people dude? I've already been here for a week and I'm sick of it. There should be rest between this stuff. Not just constant war. It feels like I'm fighting one of those old wars back in the day where there used to be two armies just constantly chasing each other till one breaks.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack doesn't reply at first, opting instead to scan the horizon. \"I've got my own reasons for wanting to get back into the fray as fast as I can. But you're right, a break now and then doesn't hurt.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Look...just so long as you know we got your back and you don't betray that trust that's good enough for me. We all got a reason to live. I'll trust you with mine: My squad. I don't have much family my friend. Hell I don't even remember the last time I saw a blood related kin. But blood doesn't matter. My squad...Alpha...it means the world to me. And if something happened to them I wouldn't know what to do. Hell even Lieutenant Blackstar for all of his pomp and weirdness has a reason to live. I hear he's got some sort of girl back home. Maybe he has family. He used too have family here...but I don't think that's my story to tell. Look i'm heading back to base now. Alpha is going to be suiting up and I'll be in the hanger bay fixing the scratches on my dagger. So yeah I'll see you on the ship.\" Grant said as he pushed himself into the air the slaughter dagger wasn't as graceful as Raigo but it was sufficient in all regards to it's purpose. Grant hoped Jameson would lighten up a bit. He'd only known him for a couple of days but he knew a chip on someone's shoulder when he saw it. He had plenty of experiences with those. Life was constant struggle and this world would test them and it would make them work to get out of it if these experiences in the past few days had shown him anything.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack watched Grant head back to the Sundown and sighed, powering up his own boosters and heading back to the ship as well. I've got nothing left to fight for, not now. Not after how long our wars gone on... Still, Jack knew he couldn't just get himself killed for no reason. Even if it didn't want him, he would continue to fight for Earth so long as he drew breath. Landing and reboarding the Sundown, Jack disembarked from the Duel after initiating the lockdown and heading to the locker room, where he promptly got in the shower.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Eh...\" She closed her eyes, trying to remember. \"Nena said something about a base or something somewhere. Lets go there and uh... investigate. Shall we go there?\"\n\nBest place to go for now, and avoiding those stick in the mud people. Stella can just stay somewhere safe if she didn't want to fight. No one would complain if those people were killed she was sure. With a burst from Exia's propulsion system, she headed towards where Nena said the base was.", "username": "GreenGoat", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Yeah alright I'll lead the way then. It'll take a bit longer too get there though since this damn this is slower than I'd like.\" grumbled Nena as she took the lead putting her thrusters to a higher setting and pushed past Exia as Stella flew behind the two of them without saying much. \"So what happens if we run into Setsuna or any of the others later?\" Nena asked too her friend Reve as Stella looked around looking for possible enemies. \"We could join up with them. It'd probably be better than these punks, no offense Stella. We at least know what they really are about. Who says OMNI is any different than the Union? Heck I bet both them and that ZAFT group would've been targets for us if we were in our time line.\" Nena said casually as Stella remained silent not voicing any complaints or retorts or even queries.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask headed back towards the Sundown. He landed in the hangar, and shut down his machine momentarily. He was sure that more problems would be headed there way soon, so it would be more wise to wait in his MS.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "Paul landed heavily in the hanger bay and he couldn't help but wonder who was exactly going to be their enemy when they fought their next force. The fact that Grant brought up Lao made him remember...remember a time when things were simpler than they were now. When he could actually tell if he could trust a man just because he was a fellow soldier. Before that incident in London...was there ever a time when his life where he had a constant rock he could rest on? Not really...Lacus she was always there now but the thing is Paul wasn't there in return. He was always on patrol and he often wondered if being married to a soldier bugged her. Of course the fact that they had an arranged marriage didn't help and they never officially swore their vows. \"Lieutenant Lyons sir the Captain wants to speak with you. He'll meet you in the meeting room sir. I'm going to go get Jack but it looked like he was packing it in for a bit so I didn't want to bug the newbie.\" SIGMA Leader said suddenly as he appeared in front of the young lieutenant. It would seem SIGMA was actually willing to acknowledge the younger man as a superior officer in terms of rank without sneering now. Or maybe it's because he just didn't feel like mustering the energy to scoff at him. \"Thank you SIGMA do as you will.\" Paul said nodding at the officer and moved past him.\n\n===\nPaul could remember that day when George and he had first encountered Lao. Paul had been piloting the Raigo for a couple years now. Unfortunately due to circumstances technology related to the Gundam project had stopped and he had only been able to use his flight pack during that time with his others coming in later. George had been piloting Aegis at the time having entered into the military and scored records higher than anyone else of the time period. George no doubt acquired his skills by his father, when the bastard actually stuck around, who was an ace pilot but not in the way you'd think of it he used to pilot fighter planes and jets before even the Mobius was out. He wasn't a career soldier but the story wasn't about that pathetic excuse for a father that George had this was the story of Paul Lyons and George Kyleson. \n\nIt was a wet day in the middle of the rocky mountains and rain was coming down...George and Paul had been out on a patrol having heard reports of the enemy forces of ZAFT intending to make a base in the mountains as a spot to attack DC and the eastern coast of the USA. Gundams were the best choice to wipe out any suits that may be there but people were confused on how GINN's of all things could've gotten into OMNI's central hub. George was as usual not one to judge a book by it's cover and was not all to excited over the news of possible ZAFT agents. \"Hey dude don't worry we got this even if there are ZAFT 'insurgences' here we can handle them. I mean come on we're the two best pilots in OMNI!\" George said snickering as Paul rolled his eyes. His long time friend had still never lost his god damn sense of humor. \"We're on duty you freaking idiot we got to take this seriously if we find anyone or anything we got to be ready!\" Paul told off his friend as the red haired pilot scoffed and laughed harder, \"Paul-Oh I'm sorry Corporal Lyons I'll get right back to being a good soldier like you are.\" George said as Paul ground his teeth together and was tempted to push Aegis into the mud below. \n\nPaul landed heavily in the ground as he looked around. The forest was annoying and made it hard to see things but it did make the area beautiful. The Rockies were the pride of America back in the day and he could see why. He knew he would never be able to claim to well...that was a subject that Paul didn't like to think about. \"I can't believe that the guy we're after is a former OMNI Officer. Scum bag should feel like garbage for betraying his own.\" George grumbled as he landed next to Paul as the two of them moved forward and decided to conserve energy by moving on without their heavy equipment. \"I knew Lao he was always a nut. I don't know how far he goes back with my Captain but he does go quite a ways back. And he's good. One of the former top ranked pilots in OMNI. Period. The man has a shit ton of confirmed kills under his belt.\" Paul muttered as George whistled. \"Sounds like we got a badass over here. Alright don't worry the brothers duo of the gundams Raigo and Aegis will prove together that we can overcome anyone!\" George said smiling as Paul broke his serious attitude and chuckled him. \"God damn it dude we're not a part of a kindergarten class stop acting like a dumbass.\" Paul said to George as the two moved forward...\n\nOf course the story went as Paul and Lao were ambushed by Lao La Lugara Commander of the New ZAFT Coalition after the Four Month War ended and The Fractured Earth War started. Lao was in a new prototype gundam unit produced by ZAFT and was modified to work on Earth by his own hands. Lao...Lao was good. Paul and George fought a machine made to fight in space and still couldn't handle him. The machine was slow while they were fast but Lao predicted the moves of both the boys and parried and dodged. \"Do you children really think you got ANYTHING on me!? Jason should've known better than to pick children to fight me!\" Lao laughed as George futilely tried to get around him only to get shot back at by those modified dragoons. They couldn't work in atmosphere so Lao had set them up so that they could pivot up, down, left, right and forward. Lucky they couldn't hit from behind but Lao was keeping his opponents from getting anywhere near him. Paul in the past was experienced but he was not as good as he was today. He lacked his 'newtype' abilities and his mind set was still that of an upstart pilot looking to prove his worth. George was aggressive pushing hard on Lao but he could only do so much. \"Who the hell do you think you are you punk ass bastard!\" George said parrying a beam slash and then moving in for a kill shot with his additional beam weapons but was shut down as Lao smashed him away with the flick of his beam rifle smashing Aegis with it knocking it off course and missing. He then shot at Paul who was aiming up a shot. It missed and Lao coutinued to play them for fools. In the end Paul would get separated from George but they'd find each other later. George apparently having fought Lao to a standstill...but Paul should've known by the look on his friend's face what had really happened.\n\n====\n\nPuru landed in the hanger bay next to Mask and docked on the bay and when her suit open she burst out of the cockpit and ran over to Mask (be it he was in the cockpit or not). \"Hey Mr. Mask wanna go somewhere and talk or get something to eat? You seem like a nice guy I'd like to get to talk to you a bit more.\" Puru shouted as one of the crew members told her to keep an inside voice despite the fact that people were working with heavy machinery. Behind her was Beta Leader who patted her on the back as he passed by on the way to his own Dagger. Puru's smile was lit up on her face as she waited eagerly for Mask to reply. Hopefully he wouldn't say no...who'd she hang out with then? Donna? 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That face. That look of joy, and eagerness. Just like Manny and the rest of the other cheer leaders. He just couldn't resist that face. "Alright then Puru, I'll join you for some food. But we can't be too relaxed. It'd be a great dishonor to my pride if the enemy got the jump on us." He said hopping out of the cockpit and making his way back towards the cafeteria.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Jack stops and turns to Yuri. \"Oh, thanks Yuri.\" Turning, he left the hangar and rode the elevator up to the briefing room floor, not thinking about much but bringing down the other Duel when they finally tracked it down. When it stopped, he stepped out and looked around and spotted Paul. \"Lieutenant Lyons,\" he said with a nod.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Hmm...\" He began, \"I suppose Graham. He has a good sense of honor.\" He said. Then silently laughed to himself as he caught glimpses of the people snickering. He was aware of the silliness, not to mention it reminded him of some files he read about the UC. So, Puru, you're mobile suit is an antique in my time. Does that mean you're from the Universal Century?\"", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Well if it isn't the only other lieutenant but me on the ship. How are you doing Jack?\" Paul asked as he was suddenly snapped out of his train of thought as he turned to Jack. He was an alright dude from what Paul could tell. Jack was a decent guy but he still couldn't say for definite he knew the real Jack. \"I suppose you know Jason is looking for us right? Do you know why?\" Paul asked as he looked up at Jack. He was sitting down in a chair in his usual spot. His pilot suit was still on and he had his helmet on top of the table.\n\n===\n\n\"It's old? My Qubeley isn't old! I'll have you know it's not even a couple years old! But yeah I think we're from the same time period, place, whatever. But if you think that my suit is old than does that make me older than you?\" Puru asked as she looked at Mask as the elevator started to move. Puru thought about it but then grabbed her head and groaned. \"Ugh time travel is so confusing. This world is a mess and it feels funny like it's distorted. Why does it feel this way...ugh.\" Puru grumbled clutching her head as a headache started to form. she decided to change the subject. \"Yeah I like Mr. Graham too. He's like a big kid and he reminds me of a more mature Judau but a more fun Mr. Bright. Like he's a kid at heart but still knows that he's an adult and acts like it. He saved me and another girl named Saturnalia. She's dead now though. Paul had to shoot her in order to stop her from killing Nena. In fact Nena was an enemy at first and she was kept in prison. She's not a nice girl but Jason said we need all the help we could get so we put her in Virtue. I don't think I can trust Nena all to much. I'd much prefer to trust Paul or Jack or Graham to be honest.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack took a seat across from Paul and shook his head. \"No idea. I suppose we'll find out when he arrives. As for how I've been...Seeing another Yzak, the man who's charred corpse was pulled out of the cockpit of the suit I pilot, it's a haunting experience, and one I'd not wish on anyone.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I called you both here for a simple reason: To tell you about the facilities. Donna is busy with Baker otherwise she'd be here too but I have words I need to say. To put it simply I have no desire to hold information from anyone unless need be.\" Jason said as he walked in as Paul saluted him he nodded at his second but rubbed his brow his face contorted in discomfort but he moved to the end of the table and sat down. \"We have no knowledge of this pilot you seem to know Mr. Jack.\" Jason said as he turned around and activated the screen behind him as he pulled out a small pad and looked over the notes he had taken on the matter. \"Really? So it really is an completely different universe if Jack is telling the truth. Our Duel's Pilot is a man named Johan Renalds and he is a very blunt man. I doubt we'll be seeing him here because he was in a mission in South Africa on guard duty when we left. Or at least that's what we were told.\" Paul said explaining to Jack the situation about the difference between their two realities. It was so bizarre talking to a 'OMNI' Officer who didn't know who the Gundam pilots were in his universe despite being a gundam pilot himself.\n\n\"Yes well regarding the facilities we have been researching the Citadel that we've been camping out nearby. It admits a signal similar to the one we, Paul and I, were sent to look over which brought us here. We believe these signals are a part of a collective. We had one of our foot soldiers trace signals while we were at Mariemaia's and that base of theirs also admits a similar signal. We believe whatever chance we have to get home is linked to these. We have not taken further action though we are considering destroying them. But in doing so it may end up trapping us here forever so we need further investigations into the matter.\" Jason said as he coughed and patted his chest and then coughed a couple more times. \"Sorry it's just work has been tiring me out. I'll be fine.\" Jason said as Paul looked at him with concern.\n\n\"Here's the following points we have made:\n\n1. Present location: Nothing in the data we have gives us any indication. I don't even know if we're near the earth or the colonies. \n2. Persons encountered: We've encountered some people we know by appearance or affiliation, and others who belong to organizations we never heard of.\n3. Mobile suits encountered: As with item 2, we've encountered mobile suits we have full data on, as well as some that are completely unknown to us.\n4. Regarding the signal: Everyone we've encountered has had contact with the signal. For each of them, this was their last memory before appearing here.\n5. More on the signal: The signal is being sent by strange facilities scattered about the area. We have not confirmed if destroying a facility will hinder or help us.\n6. Regarding the facilities: The facilities emit the signal, which we have determined that it resonates a disturbance signal that does something. We've discovered various signals across the landscapes. It's possible that they're self-replicating, so their numbers may be increasing.\n7. Current objective: We have confirmed that the farther we are from the facilities we are the better our coms are. We'll keeping that in mind for the time being. However we will defend them until we have gathered information from them. If they are destroyed abandoning the area is recommended if there is nothing left to defend.\n8. Impediments to completing the objective: enemy forces with unknown goals are protecting the facilities.\nFacilities: Causing a distortion of sorts in the space time.\n\nTheory relating to the facilities:\n\nThe signal comes from all these facilities, and could be resonating to create a vast distortion in space. This place was produced by that distortion possibly. Basically we are in another world in the literal sense. The facilities may be self-replicating. However the replication is not very fast more than likely. The goal is to block the resonance between them for the moment.\n\n1. This world exists in a different space-time\n2. The facilities emit a certain signal which we have confirmed already\n3. This signal causes the distortions.\n\nPlan: We need to take the facilities and hold them until sufficient data is collected then destroy them if it fits the plans we make in the future.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack listened to the briefing and found that for every question answered, he could think of at least three others. When the captain finished, Jack leaned back and tapped his chin. \"So if we just block the signals, we could go home? That's nice, but what about all the pilots who died? Like Gabriel?\" Of all the new questions he had, that was the one that ate at him the most.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Gabriel is MIA not KIA but he is assumed dead. There's a difference Jack.\" Paul said feeling ashamed on the matter if he didn't leave Gabriel would still be with them. Paul tried to not show it but he felt a bit worse after Gabriel was mentioned. He had blood on his hands and not just Gabriel but Saturnalia as well. \"I don't know I'm not god. If they died here they'll probably stay dead. Or maybe they'll come back. I can't say yay or nay on the matter Lieutenant. I'm sorry. The signals, according to our limited team we have working on the matter, are the key to all of this or at the very least are a clue. We need to know what makes them do what they do and what purpose they have other than to create the distortion. Puru has repeatedly said the world feels funny. It could be that newtypes of power like her can sense the real nature of this place. I only have theories and speculation. Mariemaia didn't give us information though I have reason to believe she may know stuff as well. I don't suspect she's behind this but she has her own motives. The Ice Princess is too self absorbed to not have a plan of her own.\" Jason said gravely as he looked at Jack unsure if his reports were just making things worse.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack nodded and sat back in his chair. \"WEll, I guess that clarifies what the facilities are for me. My question is why in the hell someone would do this. What purpose does it serve other than some kind of sick entertainment?\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That is what I'm trying to figure out. Whatever it is for then it is worth crossing the multiverse for and putting everyone together. The reason must be to see what happens when you put all these people together. But for what reason? So far we've seen nothing but hostility...but is that our own fault? Or is it the fault of others? I can only assume that there are others out there and they may be getting along better than we are with the Zeon and other factions we've come across.\" Jason said simply as he turned back around and faced the two of them. \"It's either kill or be killed. We've been fighting for our own existence. I believe what we're doing is justified. But the thing or person who brought us here may have other motives. I just want to go home either way. I have a person I need to get back to.\" Paul said as he clutched at his pocket and Jason looked at him and felt conflicted...it wasn't his place to say anything yet though. \"Tell me Jack. Does this give me your trust? I have nothing else to offer.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack thought about it for a moment, looking between Paul and Captain Jason. From what he knew of their world, they had plenty of reason to dislike what he was. But at this point, keeping it a secret was getting more difficult, especially since he'd told Yzak and they'd be butting heads again soon. But what would happen if he told them? Would they throw him out, give him so far to go and disappear from sight before shooting him down? Or just put him down there? One way to find out.\n\nSighing, Jack nodded and looked between the pair. \"You've done enough. Now I have to be open with you. But before I do, understand what I'm about to say I kept secret because of the anti-ZAFT sentiments on this ship. You see, the biggest reason I was chosen to pilot the Duel after it was recovered and repaired is because I'm a Coordinator. My parents were Naturals and all my friends were as well. Well, at least, I should say all my friends are, but I don't know if they're still alive or not. Anyways, that's my secret. The reason I'm so reserved.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jason simply chuckled as Paul looked at him confused. \"Coordinators are still prosecuted in your world?\" Paul asked confused as Jason nodded at him and then turned to Jack. \"There are those on this ship who still believe that your kind of people are cancer to society but I promise you I know cancer and it isn't coordinators. In our universe the government came down hard on anti-coordinator groups and the people slowly promoted the idea of equality for all despite genetics. It isn't a perfect world as there are still plenty of reasons we hate each other but that's a whole different story. Our world is separated due to nationalism and radicals. There are more reasons but I'm sure they'd just confuse you. If it matters I will keep your secret Mr. Jack as long as you promise to work with us and not against us. Unity is needed not war. As hypocritical as that sounds coming from a soldier it's what I believe. I've done what I done for the innocents on this ship and the world I hope to go back too.\" Jason told Jack as he tipped his hat to the young man.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack nods to Paul and Jason. \"In my universe, ZAFT is all Coordinator and, for the largest part of the war, occupied Earth but for fairly small portions that the Earth Alliance maintained control of. Any anti Coordinator groups weren't regulated or cracked down on in that time. ZAFT had them outnumbered and out gunned, so why worry? But I will work with you. No reason not to.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
"Hmm... I guess that means I shouldn't go battle crazy with Paul on the look out. I wonder what all this death and destruction will mean with our own eras." He said. "Are you, a newtype? They're legendary pilots that can make their mobile suits move unnaturally. Like you did when you were happy we beat the enemies."
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PandaBrady
Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Jack nodded and sat back in his chair. \"WEll, I guess that clarifies what the facilities are for me. My question is why in the hell someone would do this. What purpose does it serve other than some kind of sick entertainment?\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That is what I'm trying to figure out. Whatever it is for then it is worth crossing the multiverse for and putting everyone together. The reason must be to see what happens when you put all these people together. But for what reason? So far we've seen nothing but hostility...but is that our own fault? Or is it the fault of others? I can only assume that there are others out there and they may be getting along better than we are with the Zeon and other factions we've come across.\" Jason said simply as he turned back around and faced the two of them. \"It's either kill or be killed. We've been fighting for our own existence. I believe what we're doing is justified. But the thing or person who brought us here may have other motives. I just want to go home either way. I have a person I need to get back to.\" Paul said as he clutched at his pocket and Jason looked at him and felt conflicted...it wasn't his place to say anything yet though. \"Tell me Jack. Does this give me your trust? I have nothing else to offer.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack thought about it for a moment, looking between Paul and Captain Jason. From what he knew of their world, they had plenty of reason to dislike what he was. But at this point, keeping it a secret was getting more difficult, especially since he'd told Yzak and they'd be butting heads again soon. But what would happen if he told them? Would they throw him out, give him so far to go and disappear from sight before shooting him down? Or just put him down there? One way to find out.\n\nSighing, Jack nodded and looked between the pair. \"You've done enough. Now I have to be open with you. But before I do, understand what I'm about to say I kept secret because of the anti-ZAFT sentiments on this ship. You see, the biggest reason I was chosen to pilot the Duel after it was recovered and repaired is because I'm a Coordinator. My parents were Naturals and all my friends were as well. Well, at least, I should say all my friends are, but I don't know if they're still alive or not. Anyways, that's my secret. The reason I'm so reserved.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jason simply chuckled as Paul looked at him confused. \"Coordinators are still prosecuted in your world?\" Paul asked confused as Jason nodded at him and then turned to Jack. \"There are those on this ship who still believe that your kind of people are cancer to society but I promise you I know cancer and it isn't coordinators. In our universe the government came down hard on anti-coordinator groups and the people slowly promoted the idea of equality for all despite genetics. It isn't a perfect world as there are still plenty of reasons we hate each other but that's a whole different story. Our world is separated due to nationalism and radicals. There are more reasons but I'm sure they'd just confuse you. If it matters I will keep your secret Mr. Jack as long as you promise to work with us and not against us. Unity is needed not war. As hypocritical as that sounds coming from a soldier it's what I believe. I've done what I done for the innocents on this ship and the world I hope to go back too.\" Jason told Jack as he tipped his hat to the young man.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack nods to Paul and Jason. \"In my universe, ZAFT is all Coordinator and, for the largest part of the war, occupied Earth but for fairly small portions that the Earth Alliance maintained control of. Any anti Coordinator groups weren't regulated or cracked down on in that time. ZAFT had them outnumbered and out gunned, so why worry? But I will work with you. No reason not to.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Hmm... I guess that means I shouldn't go battle crazy with Paul on the look out. I wonder what all this death and destruction will mean with our own eras.\" He said. \n\"Are you, a newtype? They're legendary pilots that can make their mobile suits move unnaturally. Like you did when you were happy we beat the enemies.\"", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Well yes and no I guess. It's complicated. Glemy told me I was a newtype but I was a cyber newtype or something and Judau told me I was a normal newtype. I don't really know. I just say I'm a newtype. I don't think I'm a part of any legend though I'm just me and I'm looking for a friend. Some of the crew on the Argama called us a group of misfits but that's just how things are I guess. As for what I do with my Qubeley that's a secret mister! A girl is entitled to her secrets!\" Puru said teasing Mask as the door opened and they left and she headed straight to the mess hall and when she got in there she noticed no one else was in there. \"Yay we have the place to ourselves! So Mr. Mask whatcha want to talk about? Wanna talk about people we know? Mobile suits? I bet you gotta lot of cool stories! Like why do they call you Mask? Is it because you're shy and don't have any friends?\" Puru asked innocently as she flung herself into a nearby seat.\n\n===\n\n\"Well I have nothing left to say to either of you. I just figured having Paul here would help you feel more comfortable. Feel free to share the information with your compatriots if you wish to as long as it's not a hostile force. Dismissed gentlemen.\" Jason said as Paul saluted and left the room promptly saying he needed to change his clothes and get something to drink before he had to fight in the upcoming battle. Jason left shortly after intending to make his way to the bridge.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack saluted the captain and left behind Paul, heading back to the elevator for the hangar. As it went down, he sighed and rested his head against the elevator wall. With the captain knowing what he was, he felt a lot more relaxed. When it stopped, he disembarked and headed for the Duel, opening the cockpit and climbing in, but not closing it. He wanted to be able to answer if someone wanted to talk.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask grimaced as he heard the last question of Puru's. \"If you must know, I am Mask because of this,\" he said pointing at the mask on his face. \"Also, I think that's a great idea, talking about stories.\" He said inhaling with pride.\n\"My friend, my instructor and I managed to disarm and disable the G-Self, which is I assume the equivalent of these alternate Gundam Units.\" He said.\n\"It reminds me of the Gundam in the Museums.\"", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Dont'cha have any interesting stories to tell Mr. Mask I don't even known what museum is! What 'bout battles! Love! Friendship! Cool stuff like that you can't be all that boring. Not even Mr. Bright was boring and he was a no nonsense military bum.\" Puru said as she laid her face down on the table and yawned as she looked up at Mask with a frown but not a sad or angry one more of one indicating a child being displeased. \"How about this if you're so interested in gundams that was how I met Judau. He was so nice to me even though I was an enemy. He piloted the Double Zeta Gundam and all of his friends accepted me in. Though Roux of course has to keep trying to steal him away from me to do stuff. Grrr...Roux's sucha pain sometimes.\" Puru said as she once again went on about the Judau kid she liked so much.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna agreed with the inclusion of Puru. Puru brings some joy to the tense atmosphere of the ship, making her a good choice. \"Instructor W wait, I think he can help.\" She smiled. \"He played the violin after my trainings with him were done for the day.\" A familiar tune was in her head, sounding sorrowful at first, but becoming uplifting at the end. He named the song \"Endless Waltz\", as war and peace are a neverending cycle of Humanity. Her father took note of the song as well, confirming his cynical views. The Gundam pilot felt that she lost track of time in this conversation as it seemed short, but is apparenty longer. This conversation on music was very interesting to her. \"I will see if I can speak to him later.\" She promised.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Alright well let's go get something to eat it's been forever since we started our talk. If no ones in the cafeteria we can get a drink then.\" Baker said as she opened the door to Donna's room and led her out of it. Walking down out of the barracks and down to the cafeteria they came head first into Paul Lyons as he barely acknowledged them but his face looked grim. Baker took one look at him and was clearly uncomfortable as she kept her head down and moved around him. \"Donna, miss.' Paul said simply as he moved into the room he and Jason shared and Baker looked after him for a moment before sighing to herself. \"The Lieutenant...seeing him look like that hurts. He works hard here I can see that since I started here. This place isn't good for him I think. He cares a lot for the people here. Especially Jason.\" Baker said solemnly as she moved on towards the cafeteria. \"Oh well speak of the devil and she shall appear hello Puru!\" Baker said smiling at the young lady as she turned and looked towards Donna and Baker and went from bored to happy in a microsecond. \"HEY! Finally someone who knows how to talk about fun things!\" Donna said as she got pushed herself up and looked at thw two of them. \"Oh and Donna's here too. Why didn't you come out to fight with us Donna? Are you feeling well? Well me, Paul, Hiling, and Graham all went to help Grant and Jack and Mask fight a group of ZAFT guys and there was this one girl that Mask knows and Jack was all flustered. Now Graham and Hiling are off tracking those two suits we chased off and I THINK there may be a big fight coming along!\" Puru said exclaiming all the events that happened up until now.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna was surprised to hear about the battle from Puru's mouth. Then she must have lost track of time (big time). The unimpressed expression of Paul didn't help either. She was flattered with how Puru attributed her to positive things, as she honestly didn't think of herself as one. \"I... Lost track of time.\" She answered Puru awkwardly. \"Actually Baker and I were talking about writing a song. We wondered if you can help in it too. I see you the best in adding positivity.\" She smiled and nodded at Baker. \"I suppose we can elaborate later if there will be a battle ahead though.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I love it if you could help us Puru. It's going to be for the crew. Maybe you could play it for some of your friends too.\" commented Baker to Puru who's eyes lit up and she grinned from ear to ear and clutched her fists in excitement. \"Make a song!? I've never done that before but sounds fun! I'd be willing to give it a go! Thanks for asking Donna!\" Puru exclaimed to Donna as she bounced around in her seat a bit looking pumped for something. \"And here I thought the world was going to be boring and nothing but fighting!\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null } ]
More people. Good, perhaps now Puru will not be as bored. "I see you've found better company Puru." Mask began as he stood watching the interaction between Puru, Baker, and Donna. They seem to get along well, though perhaps that's because they've had more time with one another."I think I have quite a bit of data to sift through now." He said. Songs... Just like the cheers from the girls and Manny. I hope she's okay. While I'm here I have to maintain my Mask persona, getting friendly here is not a good idea. "I will speak with you later. I have to be ready." He said turning to leave.
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PandaBrady
Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Donna was surprised to hear about the battle from Puru's mouth. Then she must have lost track of time (big time). The unimpressed expression of Paul didn't help either. She was flattered with how Puru attributed her to positive things, as she honestly didn't think of herself as one. \"I... Lost track of time.\" She answered Puru awkwardly. \"Actually Baker and I were talking about writing a song. We wondered if you can help in it too. I see you the best in adding positivity.\" She smiled and nodded at Baker. \"I suppose we can elaborate later if there will be a battle ahead though.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I love it if you could help us Puru. It's going to be for the crew. Maybe you could play it for some of your friends too.\" commented Baker to Puru who's eyes lit up and she grinned from ear to ear and clutched her fists in excitement. \"Make a song!? I've never done that before but sounds fun! I'd be willing to give it a go! Thanks for asking Donna!\" Puru exclaimed to Donna as she bounced around in her seat a bit looking pumped for something. \"And here I thought the world was going to be boring and nothing but fighting!\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "More people. Good, perhaps now Puru will not be as bored. \n\"I see you've found better company Puru.\" Mask began as he stood watching the interaction between Puru, Baker, and Donna. They seem to get along well, though perhaps that's because they've had more time with one another.\"I think I have quite a bit of data to sift through now.\" He said. \nSongs... Just like the cheers from the girls and Manny. I hope she's okay. While I'm here I have to maintain my Mask persona, getting friendly here is not a good idea.\n\"I will speak with you later. I have to be ready.\" He said turning to leave.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Oh uh goodbye I guess Mr. Mask see you later.\" Puru said waving towards Mask as she wasn't sure if her comments were the ones that made him leave. To be fair he if he would be more fun and casual she'd never say stuff like that. Being uptight isn't fun heck even the captain on this ship wasn't uptight all the time. \n===\nJason sat down in the medical bay as Wilbur looked at him and took a blood sample before looking back at him. \"You know as well as I do that you can't be pushing yourself this much.\" Wilbur said as he finished taking the sample and gave him some water from a nearby container before putting the blood sample nearby. \"I know you're worried otherwise this would be easy for you. Jason, old friend, we need you here so you need to get it together. I know saying to stop worrying is futile because we do need to worry. All the same though.\" Wilbur said to Jason as he groaned and grumbled. \"How so Wilbur? How do you expect us to get anything together let alone me with the situation being as it is. Besides I have to do something...we've already lost many good men and women. People who shouldn't be dead are. This place is wrong and with the situation being as it is I doubt we'll be getting anywhere anytime soon. We can only fight and talk and hope we keep finding supplies.\" Jason said bluntly as he only could with Wilbur. The doctor groaned and turned back to him as he adjusted his thick glasses. Jason wasn't saying he was sick of being a leader, or he had given up hope but he was smart enough to now when the odds were stacked like a skyscraper against him. \"That Stella girl could also be a problem. She's a dog indeed. She was made to be one with those Extended enhancements attached to her brain and nervous system. At the price of her life she has gained super human abilities. I thought the project would never get by ever apparently another universe thought otherwise. It sickens me.\" Wilbur growled as he gripped a nearby railing tightly. \"It's not our problem Stella and her condition is. We will solve it in time or we'll deal with it. At least she doesn't need the drugs.\" Jason muttered remembering his past experiences with the project. It was not something he relished or liked to look back on. He got up and Wilbur looked at his friend and grabbed his shoulder. \"The Lieutenant is a capable boy but he can't handle things of this scale. Keep working but keep working carefully. Stress is killing you and it's only been a week or so. That's a doctor's order Captain.\" Wilbur said as he looked his friend in the eyes and Jason nodded before grabbing his cap and walking away. \"I'll be back later.\" Jason said as Wilbur nodded and Jason walked out.\n\n===\n\n\"Hey this is Hiling Care can you read me Sundown?\" Hiling said bluntly as she looked over towards the military compound situated in the middle of the damn desert. There were suits patrolling but she knew they could handle them if need be. \"This is Graham Aker checking in as well. We've found the enemy base these bastards went far but we've held up. I'll need to recharge when I get to base.\" Graham said as Hiling grumbled indignantly as the damn human dared to interrupt her. \"I was about the explain that Aker! The point is we've found them and now we can eliminate them. If you desire tell the Captain that I can eliminate them all by myself. if you want.\" Hiling said as Williams finally answered wondering if she even wanted to get between the two pilots. \"I got it...tracking position now...Jason isn't here but I'd recommend not getting engaged with the enemy as they have unknowns with them. Besides we could use captives to our advantage.\" Williams said as Hiling acknowledged the suggestion and didn't fire knowing she'd get to kill the fools later anyway. Who knows maybe she could find out where Ribbons is at and ditch these clowns. \"Alright I'm returning to base then I need to refuel before we get to the best part.\" Graham said as Williams acknowledged Graham and said that was fine as she'd pinpointed the location and both could head back if desired.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Timeskip - Three Hours Later - Sundown\n\nJason had called back all of his teams as Hiling Care and Graham returned and the group prepared to move on the enemy stronghold. The base was fairly small and simple. One middle field surrounded on all sides by sand and some rocky hills though they provided little cover. In the middle was some sort of factory sort where apparently the main group was held up at with a big central tank that was probably their center of command. Jason had told who was going with who. Mask and Jack would be together in a group while Paul, Graham, and Stella went and led the attack forces. Hiling Care would provide artillery support in the air with Nena and Puru providing back up and protection to the Sundown. Paul was getting his suit ready once more as he took a look at the helmet he wore closer. He wondered if these bastards wore the same clothes? The black ZAFT produced helmet was claimed as a prize of war during a raid. He always wanted to see the face of a ZAFT pilot who saw an OMNI Pilot in their uniform. Stella came up to him clad in her own purple and black uniform and looked at him. \"Good...good luck out there lieutenant.\" she said shyly as Paul smiled and grabbed her by the shoulder as she flinched but Paul chuckled. \"Don't worry I won't die till I complete my reason for living. And I'll make sure you get out of there alive too Stella. Now where's our adrenaline junkie?\" Paul asked as he turned around to see Graham just coming in. \"Black Star! Oh and Stella too? Heh let's see how you do out there girl. I'm curious to see your real power.\" Graham said to Stella who looked the other way coyly. \"I'm not too good of a fighter.\" Stella said quietly as Graham assured her that he was looking for tenacity not so much as skill. \"One's true worth is shown by how much they're willing to sacrifice to protect those close to them or to show the strength of their conviction. Don't think about it just do it.\" Graham said as Stella bit her lower lip unsure about how to respond to Graham's words.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna received the briefing from the crew of the Sundown. She noted the roles described, but found herself missing in it. She will have to consult them on it, placing ear protectors on as she read through the briefing again.\nInstructor W came back from the maintenance of the Slaughter Daggers. \"I see you're prepared for the sorty?\" He asked his observation. \"I will be helping Yuri as usual.\"\nThe Gundam pilot nodded. \"I do not expect this to be easy like the other time.\" She replied. \"I want to be prepared to assist when I can.\"\nThe mentor nodded. \"I saw that there was no mention of you in the briefing too.\" He noted. \"Enquiring on it will be the best option.\"\nDonna waived away as she climbed onto the cockpit of the Sandrock. She watched the OS signalling that all systems are operational.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Everything is fine with my Gadessa right?\" commented Hiling Care to Yuri bluntly as if she was expecting the thing to be broken. As Yuri looked up at the innvoade he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was up with her attitude. She expected her suit to be fixed by a guy who didn't know the first thing about it on the first try? Granted it was Yuri but even his abilities were limited in many regards. You can't learn how to fix a new computer but you could judge it from what other computers you've worked on. \"I did my best. The GN System your suit runs is different than the auto-regenerating GN Drive on Virtue. Likewise we're doing our best to run power in it but it's makeshift. We could replace it using Nena's trashed suit if we had too.\" Yuri commented to the Innovade as she nodded to Yuri really she couldn't blame the human for doing what he could with his limited knowledge. \"Hey what about the instructor does he have any comments in regards to Gaddessa or has he been solely working on that Donna girl's suit?\" Hiling asked none to thrilled with the idea of asking other people to look at the thing. The suit was in perfect working order and she knew it would be for a while unless it got busted up by another suit. But she wanted to figure out how intelligent these people were actually. Were they competent in other technologies or were they single mindedly attached to their own technology like a human who couldn't use both their hands. \"Hey you there by that gundam. Sandrock correct? You're the new assistant to the crew's engineer captain what do you have to say about my mobile suit? Is there any problems with it? Yuri said it was fine but I'm just being cautious. I heard the crew referred to you as the Instructor right?\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack had done his best to ignore Hiling every time he'd had to deal with the woman, but he was beginning to loose his patience with her, and making demands like she was was beginning to grind on his nerves. \"So, Mask, you ready to shut down a pair of enemy aces?\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
"Been ready for a few hours now. Let's take them out. For Honor!" Mask said getting into his Mobile Suit. "Captain Mask, ready for combat. Are we cleared for Launch?" He asked. (Mmm... I'm getting too bloodthirsty for my own good. This mask helps, but I think I may have been stuck behind it for too long.) He thought to himself. He looked into the sky in thought. (Manny, wherever you are, please be safe.) He would then snap back to reality from the orders.
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PandaBrady
Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Donna noted how the battle was incredibly easy for them, enemies taking far larger losses. She observed the trail of destruction they brought and any survivors have fled quietly. The temple that appeared on the monitor was less than a welcoming sight that it had the potential of booby traps. \"I can say it is possible that they retreated into this temple...\" She added her thought to the group. \"But traps are possible. Also why is the temple large enough for Mobile Suits?\" It left many questions for the land they are trapped in. Some civilisation that are either giants or advanced enough to have Mobile Suits. So many questions.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack didn't waste time, as soon as the first enemy units appeared, he was already firing, aiming for their cockpits. The beam rifle made short work of those not in cover, burning holes right through their armor without much issue. Still, as he fought on, dodging the RPGs and avoiding as many shots as possible, Phase Shift armor aside, something didn't feel right. One Zaku charged him and he switched smoothly from his beam rifle to his beam sword, slicing it in two. \"Why retreat? They don't even know that we're not half as large as they probably think.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask had an eerie feeling about this place. Everything seemed...off. The area screamed of traps but there was also something odd about the enemy units. As the RPGs were launched he swiftly shot them down with his shoulder lasers. He then aimed at the heads and joints of the assailants. \n\"Perhaps taking a few alive may prove useful.\" Mask claimed, noting the difference in the skills of the pilots from what they were used to.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"Enough of this all units charge forward on my orders!\" Paul growled as he pulled his beam saber out and locked onto all the targets he could he shot out his missiles imploding a large group of mobile suits near their position that had just arrived to reinforce the lines. Paul and Stella charged forward with Graham dealing air support. A large red shot imploded near Mask's suits marking Hiling's first shot at the enemy lines destroying his enemies and the enemies of Grant's team as a wave of red energy washed over the temple area disabling or destroying the enemy suits. \"You're welcome masked man.\" Hiling said with sarcastic undertones as she started to recharge. Grant nearly crapped his pilot suit after that shot. \"HEY BACKGROUND CHECK NOW ALPHA!\" Grant said hoping his unit wasn't hurt too bad as his systems started to go a bit haywire but he managed to keep control of his suit. That damn suit shot GN Particles which disrupted electrical systems and that is exactly what Daggers needed to function! Alpha units began to ring in saying all of them but Alpha Three were suffering the same problems. \"Damn it if you can't control it then get back to the ship!\" Grant growled as two members of his team fell back to the Sundown and left him with Alpha Three and Five out of his five man squad. \"Damn it I'm counting on you two and you guys as well Lieutenant and Conscript Mask.\" Grant said as he prepared himself to turn the corner and head towards their targets heading forward but as they got moving they noticed little to no resistance.\n\nWith the aid of Donna and crew Paul had managed to hack his way towards the middle of the area. As Paul got there he landed on the ground and looked around. He couldn't help but look at the area around him because it was an ancient ruin with old buildings and what looked like the center of some sort of auditorium in the middle due to there being a few pillars and a circle around it. He also saw that a large looking tank like vehicle was in the middle Paul raised his rifle and ordered the enemy to come out and surrender. A group of SIGMA landed next to him in their Maruasames and transformed back into normal soldiers. However before Paul even got an answer a large set of walls arose from the ground around them and Paul's sensors started screaming at him as it became clear that he was now boxed in the middle of the area with the only entrance left open being the one that should've let Grant's team through the back and as he was consider his option of flying a scrambler started to disrupt their signal however he could still hear James Axer's muffled voice, \"-Magnetic-elds-p-do-ly!\" Axer tried to tell Paul. He could only guess magnetic fields were up meaning he wasn't able to get out of where he was. However he did notice a large laser shoot over his head and he heard a large boom on the other side as he could only assume the Sundown was hit. Paul glanced around and found himself and the members of SIGMA were surrounded by strange sand painted Zaku types. Ambush...of course. They probably saw Hiling or Graham and prepared for it. Though he wondered if it was that or if they were just expecting trouble. Still Paul put his beam saber back into it's holster and a rather bulky mobile suit appeared from a hiding spot nearby. \"I would recommend putting down your weapons and surrendering gundam. I promise you that you will come to no further harm.\" the calm cool voice of a man proclaimed as Paul pulled his beam rifle back up after he put the beam sword back in it's place. The machine was red and orange with white and he got no new-type feeling from this individual. \"I don't make deals with people who attack my ship.\" Paul responded as SIGMA prepared themselves for a fight. \"Don't be a fool you're surrounded and I doubt you can fight me. From what I heard a friend of mine may be fighting with you but for the moment we are enemies. I would prefer to avoid further hostilities. You are a gundam pilot so I can only assume you are a high ranking enemy officer. This is your last chance, surrender or I will be forced to terminate all of you.\" the man said again as Paul simply charged forward without speaking. He didn't need words to deal with this guy he needed action. Paul would never back down to anyone ever.\n\n====\n\nIn fact all around the battlefield there were problems as walls arose in front of and behind of all of the groups. Stella watched in horror as a wall was sealed off in front of her as she tried to smash through it only to find it was resistant to her beam sabers and Beta Leader tried firing his rifle at it too no effect as well. \"We're going to need a bigger gun!\" Beta Leader grumbled as Two warned everyone within ear shot that there was enemies attacking them. A group of units emerged from the walls under a camouflaged paint and also from the sand as the Zaku units started to firing upon them killing Beta three and injuring four as Beta Leader rallied his men to him and Stella turned about to attack the enemies as well. \"I'm not going to die here! I don't want to die!\" Stella cried out as back at the other side of the map Yzak appeared in front of the Commando units as the walls closed around them. \"You're not getting out of here until we kill you all.\" Yzak said to Mask and Grant who prepared themselves for combat. Yzak was in heavy gear this time all of his available weapons patched onto Duel. He was flanked by two elite zaku units and another gundam class suit. The other suit p\n====\nBack at the Sundown the crew shivered as the blast struck their hull as Jason cried out for a status report they said the blow had severely damaged turrets on that side and if not for the heavier armor they had on the Sundown would've blown a hole right through their ship. Jason ordered the Sundown to power up and get out of the firing range of the enemy or at least fine cover. Puru hurriedly looked around and contacted Jason, \"Captain are you alright?!\" Puru asked as Jason told Puru to prepare for ambush units and not about them and assured her that they were fine. \"CAPTAIN orders would be appreciated!\" Nena growled hating having too take orders but unsure about what to do. This was the sort of situation where she normally turned tail and ran but she couldn't do that given the circumstances. Besides Reve was left behind at the citadel. \"I'll move to go and assist Donna's cut off party those fools need the help captain.\" Hiling Care said bluntly as she prepared to make her way to the area at hand. \"Look both of you need to calm down and listen. Hiling I approve of your idea do so. Nena provide covering fire for the Sundown. Puru readings are coming in enemy forces are coming to attack us. Nena's previous shot took out more of them then they expected I bet. You will stay here eliminate any and all enemies. Leave none alive if need be. I can't risk your life trying to obtain captives. I'm sending out auxilaries to bolster our defenses here. I should've kept Reve here but I feared to leave the Twilight Citadel without soldiers. You got your orders move!\" Jason said as all of them proceeded to go and follow the orders given. Luckily Baker had pointed out the jamming was only effective at range so they didn't have to worry about nearby signals being lost. \"Where's Mr. Graham he was in the air wasn't he?\" Puru asked suddenly to Jason as the devil appeared on com, \"I'm good but I'm cut off I can't fly down any further without risking my systems burning out. I'll return to the Sundown-\" Graham started to say before Jason cut him off and told him that he should focus on killing the enemy sniper. \"Huh good point I guess I am in the best position to do that right now. Fine I'm moving to assassinate the enemy sniper.\" Graham said with renewed vigor.\n\n====\nOver by Donna and the others a light pink suit appeared in front of Donna and Beta Leader as the machine unleashed small bits around itself the machine looked at the people below it. \"Pilot of Sandrock this is Fram Nara of Vagan ZAFT Coalition Forces. We're asking you too surrender on behalf of the pilot called Trowa Barton. He is currently at the moment engaging your ace pilot in the gundam suit in the center you were following. Comply and turn on your handlers or face death. I don't want to have to kill the friend of an ally if it can be avoided.\" Fram said as she fired at Beta Leader suddenly but the seasoned soldier blocked it handily with his shield and dodged the oncoming bits with a practiced hand bobbing and weaving. \"Damn her she's lying don't lose focus! EVEN IF SHE ISN'T I'LL NEED YOU'RE HELP TO KILL THIS PERSON! Whoever this Trowa guy is, is he really worth turning your backs on us after helping you the past week!? Donna I have faith in you!\" Beta Leader said hurriedly his main focus was on the enemy pilot who seemed completely at ease trying to kill the slaughter dagger leader as his remaining soldiers were busy just trying to survive. \"Donna please! I know haven't known you for long but I don't want to hurt you! I will if you betray us! So please help us!\" Stella begged as she slashed through and killed two enemy pilots before blowing away three more with her back mounted rifles. \"Are these Earth bound fools really worth your breath?\" Fram questioned Donna. \"Are they worth turning your back on Trowa Barton?\"\n====\n\nSpecific suits:\n\nTank - gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Big_Tray-class\n\nGundam fighting Paul: Trowa Barton - gundam.wikia.com/wiki/XXXG-01H2_Gundam.. (pre-Endless Waltz)\n\ngundam.wikia.com/wiki/Xvb-fnc_Fawn_Far.. - Fram Nara", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack swung out from behind the rock he had hidden behind, bringing the missile rack to bear. \"You want to kill them, you go through me.\" And then he let them rip, all four rockets flying towards the enemy Duel as Jack boosted to the left, firing rounds off with his Beam Rifle. \"Take out those zakus Grant, Mask and I will handle the aces.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
"Agh! Damn!" Mask yelled as the GN particles messed with his mask, causing a bright blue flash to blast his eyes. He was about to yell some harsh words at the reckless woman, until Grant did it for him. He took off the mask and rubbed his eyes hoping to regain some sense of vision. His vision did return, just in time for the enemy ambush. He placed the mask back on, but it was still rebooting itself. Mask tore it off in anger and dropped it to his side. "Fine! I've relied on that Mask a little too much these past few fights anyways." he roared in anger. That damn woman! Luin thought to himself. Now we can't get more data on these suits. Luckily, I think I've seen them enough now to know what move they'll go for. Except that one. He said noting the new Gundam Type. It's like the G-self. Typical. "I am Luin Lee of the Capital Army! On my pride as a Kuntala, we will not be the ones dieing today!" he roared, zipping forward with his sabers drawn. As he headed towards the other gundam, he began launching lasers from both his shoulders and beams from his two hands. I mustn't fall here. For Manny, and everyone else back home, I will not lose! As he neared, he went for a double round house with his sabers.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Jack swung out from behind the rock he had hidden behind, bringing the missile rack to bear. \"You want to kill them, you go through me.\" And then he let them rip, all four rockets flying towards the enemy Duel as Jack boosted to the left, firing rounds off with his Beam Rifle. \"Take out those zakus Grant, Mask and I will handle the aces.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Agh! Damn!\" Mask yelled as the GN particles messed with his mask, causing a bright blue flash to blast his eyes. He was about to yell some harsh words at the reckless woman, until Grant did it for him. He took off the mask and rubbed his eyes hoping to regain some sense of vision. His vision did return, just in time for the enemy ambush. He placed the mask back on, but it was still rebooting itself. Mask tore it off in anger and dropped it to his side. \n\"Fine! I've relied on that Mask a little too much these past few fights anyways.\" he roared in anger. \nThat damn woman! Luin thought to himself. Now we can't get more data on these suits. Luckily, I think I've seen them enough now to know what move they'll go for. Except that one. He said noting the new Gundam Type. It's like the G-self. Typical.\n\"I am Luin Lee of the Capital Army! On my pride as a Kuntala, we will not be the ones dieing today!\" he roared, zipping forward with his sabers drawn. As he headed towards the other gundam, he began launching lasers from both his shoulders and beams from his two hands. \nI mustn't fall here. For Manny, and everyone else back home, I will not lose!\nAs he neared, he went for a double round house with his sabers.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "The sudden appearance of the wall caught Donna offguard! \"A trap?!\" She could only say in shock at it sprang to separate her from others. Though communications back to the Sundown became scrambled and radar glitching, it looked like she can only rely on allies in close distance for communication. Her Sandrock attempted to cut through the walls with the shotels, but it was too tough to be destroyed. Just as she deactivated them, a new pink Mobile Suit appeared. The pilot, a female voice ordered for her surrender supposedly for a Trowa Barton. She can only reply to the pilot. \"This is 1st Lieutenant Donna Lindemann of the Earth Sphere United Nations. I cannot surrender.\" Donna replied. \"I cannot betray my comrades for Trowa Barton. My allegiance is with the Earth Sphere United Nations, Lord Lindemann, Instructor W and the Earth Alliance crew. I will not let them die.\" She activated her heat shotels once again, knowing that the refusl would mean a new fight.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"What an amateur move!\" Yzak growled at Jack as he charged forward towards the missiles and fired his CIWs at the missiles causing them to explode clouding the area. \"Last time I checked I was in charge here Jack! But fine I'll cover your ass.\" Grant said frankly as he aimed down his machine gun's barrel and fired shots towards the Zaku units who raised their shields in retaliation and the poor remaining two Beta Units shot down some of the rocks nearby and used them as cover as the Zaku fired Beam Rifles. \"Shit that ain't going to last long at all! Hey Charley you're with me! Get them comfortable then we'll pounce!\" Grant said to his unit as the man acknowledged the order and opened fire the whole small corridor had turned into a blast zone. \n\n\"Damn that suit's got some fire power! But I got you in the speed category!\" Leon Graves said as he back pedaled as soon as he saw the charging suit. Though he got scruffs from Mask's shots the machine still dodged the shots. \"It figures I'd be fighting some guy with a big ego. You guys always are the first ones to die in a fight kid.\" the man said as he shot his beam pistol at Mask. The pistol shots first missed Mask but it soon became apparent that the shots were feint shots and the next few blows smacked Mask's suit in the shoulders. \"My specialty is long range kid you just lost any advantage you had by charging me.\" Leon taunted Mask as Grant shot at Leon forcing him to dodge allowing one of Mask's shots to smash him right in the left arm practically disabling it. \"I got your back so you better make that count. Damn it!\" Grant muttered as he hid back behind his increasingly diminishing cover. \n\n====\n\"I thought the ally of The Preventors would be eager to join them. So be it die like the rest of these Earthling Scum!\" muttered Fram as she activated the diffuse beam cannon on the chest and fired a large shot at Donna. \"You should've known better to refuse when you're in such an archaic suit. Good thing you refused because your machine would just hinder us in the end.\" growled at Donna as suddenly she was forced to dodge out of the way cutting off any more shots as Stella fired his beam rifles at her. \"I don't care who you think you are I won't let you hurt my allies!\" Stella said shaking as she tried to fight off the feelings inside of her. Fear was something she had struggled with all her life. Shinn had helped her overcome a lot of it...but...she still didn't want to kill anyone. \"I'm still alive Donna take on the enemy grunts! My men got your back watch out for the bits though!\" Beta Leader barked as he shot one down as his suit started to show some damage as his shield became dented due to repeated blocks with it. The mere fact that he was still alive when facing down the bits was all the more impressive and spoke about his skill. More over he actually had managed to destroy one. He had nearly died in the process but he managed to get them down. \"I'm too old for this shit...\" he muttered as his allies shot a scattering shot missile destroying two more leaving two but the Beta Soldier was soon shot down for his effort though it didn't appear to be a fatal blow. \"Damn you Fram! I'll kill you for this!\" the enemy opened fire all around them as the remaining Beta units scrambled to fight back ducking under debris nearby or otherwise being forced to hide behind their shield. However most of the aggro was focused on Sandrock as the Zakus fired at the gundam furiously. \"You can't destroy and X-rounder scum!\" Fram growled at Stella as Stella retorted, \"I don't need to destroy you I just need to kill you!\" Stella changed back into gundam mode and took flight in the air as Gaia and the Fawn Farsia began their battle.\n===\n\nPaul vs. Trowa \nSigma was the first one to make a move hey flew up into the air in a coordinated formation covering each other while making the Zaku focus on them instead of Paul. SIGMA Leader had insisted they buy their Lieutenant enough time to wipe out the enemy mobile suit. If the enemy ace was destroyed them all of them should fall soon after. After all unless Raigo's power core drained out quick they would be no match for the mobile suit. However they themselves found themselves in quite the predicament as there were too many Zaku too truly be able to hold their own for long. \n\nPaul on the other hand flew forward his shield straight up covering his suit, as Trowa stood his ground and pulled up his chain gun and opened fire upon the charging gundam. Too Paul's surprise the Gatling gun was actually a god damn beam based weapon. Paul felt his shield take the shots he and could only hope to god that his shield would hold. Paul's newtype senses and his natural abilities kicked into high gear as Paul's concentration narrowed he focused on Trowa while dodging incoming shots from the few zaku left fighting him. He quickly let lose a beam rifle shot that smacked pin point dead center into the enemy zaku. \"You're pretty fast but in the end it won't matter.\" Trowa said calmly as Paul neglected to respond his mind focused on survival he didn't want to give an inch to this pilot and he needed to get his men out of this trap alive. He had no intention on letting his brothers and sisters in arms down. He never had before and he never intend too start now. \n\nPaul fired at Trowa who easily dodged the attacks while keeping his own line of fire going. \"Impressive I have to admit not many people can do what you just did. It looks like I'm going to have to work for this victory.\" Trowa stated as Paul once again refused to decline. \n===\n\n\"Damn it the shot didn't go through? Fine I'll make the next one count then!\" grumbled Aida as she prepared to take another shot at the massive ship. Normally her anti-ship rifle would be able to take down a ship that big easy but it seemed the ship had more heavy armor than she had accounted for. Taking down the ship would take a few more shots at most. She prepared to fire again aiming down her mobile suit's sights as suddenly she was shot from above by some sort of jet fighter. \"What the hell!?\" Aida grumbled as her suit shivered from the blows and she jumped backwards. \"You know if there's one thing I hate more than a dirty coward it's a sniper. A true soldier fights head on and isn't afraid to fight!\" Graham growled as he flew in towards the enemy pilot unleashing another barrage of shots from his suit as Aida forced her suit backwards dropping the anti-ship rifle and pulling out her beam rifle only for a missile to blow the thing to pieces and smashing the suit into the ground. \"Damn it you again!?\" growled at Aker as she fired her head vulcans at him in retaliation only to have Graham easily spin his Flag out of the way to dodge. \"Is this all you got!? I'm disappointed you don't deserve to pilot that suit!\"\n\n===\nPilot with Yzak\n\ngundam.wikia.com/wiki/PMC-1L_Arms_Astr..\n\nLeon Graves is it's pilot.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As the area became clouded, Jack grunted and fired off a series of shots in the other Duel's direction before switching to his beam saber and igniting it. \"You ever wonder why anyone would shoot missiles at a Gundam equipped to counter them?\" He was now in Yzak's sight, his shield between him and the other Duel and coming from the left of the other Duel. \"It makes their opponent over confident!\" Closing, he made an expert slash towards one of the arms.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null } ]
"Range doesn't matter if I can get in close!" Luin yelled as he transformed his suit, making a quick run into the sky and coming down towards the head of the unit. He was lucky the Elf Bullock can take a hit, though it seemed one of his shoulder units was now inoperable. He detransformed mid-air and came down slamming his hands together in an attempt to feint and smash the head. Then, given the opponent would likely dodge back, fire his 10 Finger Cannon at the same time.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Jack didn't reply, ducking the last thrust from the barrage and grabbing Yzak's suit's sword arm and ramming his own suit's elbow into the other mech's cockpit, more to disorient the pilot inside than actually cause any harm. Moving backwards quickly, he fired a burst from his own CWIS guns before unleashing a series of slashes while the smoke from the bullet impacts was still obstructing his view. \"Less talk, more backing it up, you ZAFT bastard.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna looked to the direction where the sudden beam attack came from, and recognised the Virtue. \"Thank you Nena!\" She gave her thanks. The Gundam pilot was nearly caught off-guard when a Zaku tried to charge at her, but she was able to react so the shotel sliced the Mobile Suit to the left. She brought attention to the mound of Mobile Suits firing at her and decided she will fight them next. Shooting at the Sandrock proved to be futile as it wiped them out instantly with a single stroke. \"Please tell Mr. Trowa once again that I cannot accept his offer.\" She said to Fram once again. \"I cannot accept in a circumstance like this. I regret that we had to meet like this.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Go to-Ah! Damn it!\" Fram responded as her mobile suit was shot in the shoulder by Stella who proceeded to open up as much rifle fire as possible onto Fram.\"I'm not going to die here....I'm not going to die here!\" Stella said starting to panic even though the situation was starting to improve in their favor. The remaining members of Beta Team rallied on their leader though they had lost a couple of their members they had taken out more than their fair share of the opposition while the aggro was focused on Sandrock. The suit's armor had relegated the useless shots fired by the zaku to peashooter shots. \"Damn it! I've had enough of this!\" Beta Leader growled as he grabbed a fallen bazooka and fired on the walls collapsing a whole side of the ruins ontop of a quarter of the remaining zaku who were too slow too dodge or were otherwise preoccupied. The remaining zaku started to route at the sight of their ace pilot being defeated by an enemy gundam. They themselves were quickly realizing their own weapons were useless on the Sandrock. They couldn't even radio their commander for assistance due to the jamming. What was supposed to be a quick and effective ambush quickly turned into what amounted to a butchery on the wrong side. \"Who are you people!? Why are you so strong!?\" one of the younger enemy pilots shouted as he fell back only to be shot in the back by Beta Leader. \"Worthless...absolutely worthless...\" Beta Leader growled in disgust. He had lost his men to these people!? His long time friends and allies!? They were running after THEY pulled off an ambush!? ZAFT....Zeon...it seemed everyone was pulled from the same damnable cloth. At least those Earth Feds the previous day had put up a fight. These cowards had killed numerous comrades in arms. They had forced him to do bury his own men...it wasn't something he enjoyed doing ever...no man should ever have to bury their friends before their time. But they were soldiers they knew the risks but that didn't ease their passing. A brazen Zaku tried to ambush Donna from behind but Beta Leader shot a beam axe out of his hand and then shot the enemy down swiftly.\n====\nYzak dropped his beam saber as the full force of the blow delivered by Jack's suit he hadn't been expecting that he had been waiting for the idiot to charge at him so he could parry and cut him to ribbons. The following shots from the CIWS from Jack just served to annoy Yzak even more as the mobile suit shrugged off the shots even they there were close Phase Shift nullified any advantage that gave to Jack. \"You want to fight up close!? Fine!\" Yzak shouted as he reached up and grabbed the neck of Jack's duel and started to slowly strange the machine's main camera. \"If you know jack about our suit then you know that once you lose that camera it's over you piece of trash!\"\n\n====\n\nGraham had control of his fight against the enemy sniper it wasn't even much of a challenge even with the advancements in her suit in comparison to his. It had actually made Graham Aker somewhat angry. If this girl had taken a shot at his allies and had this level of skill then it only proved the point that children didn't belong on a real battlefield. This whole situation was one whole debacle that he didn't think he'd ever see happen. He saw the burst of light coming from the ruins out of the corner of his eye during a U-Turn dodge and from experience he knew that meant that one gundam the one they called Virtue had opened fire. Nena Trinity that little sociopath hopefully she didn't kill any of their allies in that shot. The suit flailed and shot wildly at him in an attempt to get a lucky shot in at Graham but the Flag in his hands was too fast and too random to actually land a good hit on. \"What is a girl like you doing on this battlefield? You have no right being here if this is all you have! Where's your warrior's pride!?\" Graham demanded of the sniper who responded that she didn't even want to be here in the first place and she didn't need to answer to him and that she'd do her best to get back to her friends. Graham chuckled, \"A noble goal but it won't be enough if you can't beat me!\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack grinned and brought his saber up, slicing through the offending arm on his main camera at the elbow. \"And you forgot that I was still armed!\" Kicking the other Duel back, he reaches up and removes arm, though his view was far from perfect after the few seconds Yzak had to crush it. OK, this isn't safe to draw out. Gotta wrap it up and soon or they'll be burying me after today's fights. Stepping back, he raises his saber. \"I'm going to tell you now, I don't intend to capture you, Yzak. I'm going to see you dead here to help whatever universe you're from win their war. Hope you don't mind the lack of an obituary.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna saw the futility of resistance by the Zakus that were thinning in numbers. When another tried to attack Sandrock's shotel held with the right hand cut off the arm of the Zaku. \"Leave. Now.\" She gave another warning. \"There is no guarantee of winning, but if you just leave we may be able to ignore you.\" Just as she finished talking, she threw one of her shotel at an approaching Zaku. The Gundam pilot brought her attention back to the battle where Fram was facing defeat against Stella. \"Stella, please keep a hold of yourself! We will survive this together!\" Seeing the bleakness of the battle for them, she hoped that Fram will call for a retreat. She was reluctant to leave Trowa in poor terms in a later encounter.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null } ]
Mask laughed to himself as he strafed taking heavy fire from the beam machine gun in the lower area of his Mobile Suits Torso. He had damaged the wing units, exactly what he needed to do to get the edge in speed on his opponent. "Not all mobile suits have cockpits in the same place!" He yelled closing the gap while releasing finger beams. He planned to disarm the unit with his leg sabers, the fingers being distractions. "I am Luin Lee! I am Captain Mask! For the pride of all Kuntala, and the health of my allies and friends, I shall not fall!" He cried doing a back flip kick when he got close enough, hoping to then take out the units head with a focused blast.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "\"Shit! Damn it!\" Yzak said growling as suddenly the hulking presence of Hiling Care came into the area. Grant and his comrades charged forward after seeing the zaku's temporarily distracted by their enemies and then proceeded to shoot the weapons out of their hands. The enemy zaku however were quick to recover and pulled out their axes one of them threw a grenade which forced Grant's team to fall back. Hiling however didn't move to assist as she went up to Jack. \"I'd recommend going to help them. Unless you want to explain to Captain Jason how you somehow managed to both wreck priceless replacement parts for your gundam, killed a high ranking enemy pilot who could be captured, AND left your allies to die all in one fell swoop. I got this.\" Hiling said aiming her main rifle at the enemy gundam pilot. \"Time's wasting...\" Hiling said with a smug grin and tone. She clearly was egging on Jack one way or another Hiling would get what she wanted in this situation leaving Jack in a rather awkward situation. \"I'm not some god damn toy for you fuckers!\" growled Yzak as he tried to move only for Hiling to claw off the top of Duel's right hand. Beam claws tore through the metal of the phase shift with a loud bang. \"And you...You better fucking sit down.\" commented Hiling with disgust as Yzak sat there unable to do anything under the watchful eye of both units.\n\n===\n\"I don't care who you are, I'm not so easy to kill!\" Leon Graves proclaimed as he took out his laser torch and quickly attempted to slice the enemy mobile suit in half. It was clear that his mobile suit was getting nowhere with this suit and he had one last chance to beat this guy. He could try running away but he had let a careless mistake cost him that chance. He didn't expect this unit's pilot to be so talented and he had let this man get the advantage of him. \"Look kid you can have all the pride you want but it's meaningless if you don't know how to use it!\"\n\n====\n\n\"But...but this is a battle...this girl is threatening my life! She's already killed members of our team why should I calm down!?\" Stella said with a hesitation in her voice and it was clear that she herself was unsure about what she was talking about. Stella was distracted now unsure about how to proceed unable to get it straight in her head as she was shot from behind by an enemy zaku unit as Beta Leader cursed loudly. \"DAMN IT! Stella calm down and wipe out those who are our enemies! Just don't go overboard!\" Beta Leader said as he simply gunned at the enemy opposition as Nena shot out another wave at the wall the separated Paul from the rest of the group. \"This is getting embarrassing and complicated all forces fall back I don't care what Barton says!\" Fram muttered with disgust as she pulled back using all her remaining weapons to keep Sandrock and the others down while Stella stood there shivering unable to do much other than dodge. The remaining handful of Zaku started to pull back in an uncoordinated rush as the enemy forces from the center were unsure about what was going on. They had been in a heated fire fight with SIGMA whom had done an excellent job of keeping the enemies off Paul and staying alive. \"Mr. Barton the walls are breached!\" shouted one of the enemies as Trowa sighed, \"So be it...I will finish this one off quicker...\" Trowa said with an abnormally calm tone.\n\n====\n\nPaul didn't waste much time he charged forward his beam saber in hand as he at the ready as he came closer to Trowa. He barely noticed the explosive blast behind him his Newtype senses shouting at him that it was happening on barely registered. His ally, SIGMA Leader, was asking for orders Paul gave him a simple one, \"Capture or kill them I don't care which.\" Paul muttered intensely as he focus on Barton became acute not allowing him to think of anything else. He didn't hate the enemy gundam pilot nor did he have anything against him personally however he was the last piece in the puzzle. That tank that was the main goal was probably a diversion at this point. It hadn't moved since he arrived it was probably empty. He felt sweat drip down his brown as he continued to dodge Barton's barrage. Those he couldn't he deflected or blocked. Barton was on point but at this point he saw that Barton was now in a bad situation. His allies were dying around him and Paul's men were on the attack again. They shouldn't have let him of all people into this place. Maybe Donna or Nena would've had trouble but not him. Their suits weren't as versatile as Paul or Gabriel when he was still with them. Paul had skill bound by his dedication to his cause and his vengeance for the fallen and dead friends of the past still not quenched. Trowa notice that his weapons were no longer effective and with Paul gaining on him he had no choice but too call on his men to disable the magnetic field generators they had running in order to allow everyone to flee. Even though Barton felt they could still make a comeback it was clear this situation was getting out of hand. He tried to contact Aida only to get the response that she was in trouble. But before Trowa could do much or even get out a word he was forced into a defensive position his combat knife out as he blocked the heavy swing by Paul. \"It would seem that I've been forced into quite the situation. But I'm not so easily displaced.\" Trowa said sternly as he kept his cool and easily managed to parry Paul but Paul came back quick and pressed his advantage on Trowa. \"You're nothing but a coward who relies on heavy weapons! What kind of soldier doesn't have a back up plan!?\" Paul demanded of Trowa who opened up his chest cannons again and riddled Paul's already dwindling power supply to an even lower level forcing Paul to back off as Trowa turned around to flee. Paul grabbed a nearby rifle dropped by a zaku and opened fire but Trowa managed to dodge even though he was dented by the enemy's fire. \"I'm afraid neither of us has time to waste here. I will concede to you this battle but I will not lose again if we meet again gundam pilot.\" Paul could only watch as Trowa fled the scene. He growled as he turned his back to Trowa and went to aid Sigma in eliminating the enemy grunts left. Paul could chase him, he could've went after him. But it would cost him too much and with his power battery so low after absorbing so much fire from the guy he needed to get his suit repaired and soon. He only could hope the Sundown was fine...", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As Fram led the remainder of her forces away, Donna wiped her sweaty face. \"Stella, are you there?\" She asked to see if her friend is fine. The Gundam pilot counted the number of kills she made in the battle, trying to figure an accurate method. Instructor W can go through the camera records or she can use the unreliableway of counting the scattered remains of Mobile Suits. It looked like the battle was over elsewhere as the enemy retreated. Her thoughts then went to Beta Team. \"Beta Leader, how is your status, over.\" She enquired for answers.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I don't take orders from you, Hiling, and this man is too dangerous to keep alive. Yzak is my fight, you can help Grant.\" Still, he pulled his beam rifle and fired a series of shots towards the Zaku's, taking one out and destroying the ax of another. Moving Duel towards Yzak, he pushes the suit onto it's back and levels his blade with the cockpit. \"I think we can both agree one of us was going to die, Yzak. Course, you were confident it was going to be my corpse on this battlefield. Guess Karma's a bitch.\" Thrusting quickly, the saber would have impaled Yzak's gut, making sure he would die, but giving him time to respond if he so choose.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I-I-I'm here...\" Stella said shaking as she breathed in heavily her eyes dilated slightly as she struggled to regain control of herself as Beta Leader looked around and then shot off a series of shots aimed at a nearby zaku which was followed by an explosion. \"We're not done yet kid but I'm here. I wish I could say the same for our men. I hope the Sundown is fine it probably got ambushed too.\" Beta Leader said sighing in disbelief as he looked over to the crushed remnants of the slaughter daggers which contained the most likely dead bodies of his men. No one could've survived that without being really lucky. Sneak attacks with beam weapons are incredibly potent. \"We don't got the fire power to engage them we have to let them go. Reunite with Lieutenant Black Star and Sigma!\" Beta Leader ordered as suddenly SIGMA 4 landed down heavily in front of them. \"The rest of my team is routing the enemies. Middle section cleared. There appears to be a signal similar to the one from the Citadel emanating from a pillar in the middle sir. I don't know what to think about it. We received it when they stopped their jamming. I still detect GN particles meaning Hiling Care is still alive.\" SIGMA 4 informed Beta Leader who grunted as he considered everything Nena jumped in however interrupting the thought. \"Come on don't be a kill joy let me keep fighting these punks!\" Nena demanded of Beta who told her to do as she pleased which prompted Nena to launch forward towards the enemy whom were retreating. \"We'll stop her later for now we got to control Stella and report our finding to Captain Jason.\" Beta ordered as he and his men launched forward towards the place where Paul was now skirmishing with the enemy parrying and killing one zaku who foolishly challenged the gundam. \n\n====\n\n\"You're presuming to tell me what to do!? How dare you command me you filthy hu-fool! I should kill him right now just to spite you! Too bad you have other problems...\" Hiling growled and then smirked as a zaku unit whom Jameson thought he had handled came from behind slamming a knife into the back of Duel Gundam as Hiling grabbed onto Yzak and pulled him into the sky. \"I'll be taking this ...thing now if you don't mind. Oh wait I don't especially care if you do.\" Hiling said with amusement as Grant came in with a explanation\"Fucking hate that woman! Sorry I let that one get away take care of him we got his partner!\". Grant mouthed to his friend as he and his ally were busy in a brawling match with the other elite zaku taking turns tag teaming the apparently very talented pilot. Blade against beam axe the trio twirled and parried each other neither one of the daggers really gaining the advantage but both gaining ground quickly.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack spun, using his beam saber to make the Zaku back off and holding it at a ready position in front of him. The damage from the knife was negligible thankfully, but Yuri would still be upset about it. Hell, Jack was upset about it, but he was half occupied with Hiling's slip up. \"All good, Grant. I got him.\" Closing the more general comms channel, he opens one to Grant and his team only as he slashes at the Zaku unit. \"Did you guys catch what she said? She almost said filthy human.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna agreed that Stella should be calmed and report back. \"Stella, are you ready to go back to the Sundown?\" She asked. \"I also owe you one for helping with that pilot.\" She was reminded of what the pilot said about Trowa wanting her. What will he think of her now as she, Stella and Beta decimated a significant number of their forces. If she will see him face to face in the future, what will he think. Trying to put the thoughts aside, Sandrock was brought closer to the Gaia Gundam. As she digresses, she needs to make sure Stella is alright.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null } ]
Mask's backflip had cost him. He hadn't thought that his opponent might try and attack during his onslaught. It had been to hide his own attempt to rid himself of the enemy, but he miscalculated. The beams sheared his opponent's Left leg and severed the left arm as well. The right arm was lightly damaged, as was the right leg. However, Leon's Torch got inside the swing and cleaved the Elf Bullocks left leg off, the hunk of metal flying off, beam still sputtering. The flip finished, and he finally unleashed his hidden attack, the top half of the torso being blown away, missing the cockpit by mere meters. He landed with a thud on the opposite side of Leon, panting heavily in anger. "These damn Gundam Types!" He yelled to himself, turning the remains of his Mobile suit to face the enemies. He was lucky the Elf Bullock could function, it's beam guns and finger beams only slightly rocked by the collapse. He would stay fighting. Worse outcome, be could always grab that piece of leg and fly off with the Elf Bullock's transformation. He gritted his teeth aiming both hands at the currently preoccupied Elite Zakus. "Damn...you...!" He began in anger.
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Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Jack doesn't answer right away, watching the suit and debating before sighing and kicking the suit over. Reaching down, he pries the cockpit open and removes it's pilot and turns on his external speakers. \"Squirm too much and I squeeze.\" He then turned to the Alpha unit. \"Let's bring his suit back, see if Yuri can use it for parts for repairs.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"So Hiling takes away Yzak and you spare the guy? Won't lie that's some respectable restraint. But he's you're problem until we reach our ship. First off though...where's everyone else? I'm picking up Paul's signal down south. He's alive alright. Lyons dying is as likely as Hiling turning out to be what those japanese chicks call moe. I heard it means cute or something beats the hell out of me. Whatever it means it sounds way too nice of a word to even put in the same sentence as that girl. My advice? Tell the captain about her actions. Causing shit will just make Captain J doubt you.\" Grant said as he mentioned his pal, \"Good work Chad without those good shots we'd been freaking boned. You too Mask. That saved our bacon.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack nodded, helping to heft up the damaged Zaku unit. \"Not sure how much faith'll get put into what I have to say, but I'm going to do just that. Anyways, let's head back. I can't get any readings with all these walls up and in the way. Which is weird in it's own way.\" He nodded to the Alpha unit and the pair started moving towards the ship. \"What was your take on this ambush, Grant? Anything unusual stick out to you? Besides the radar freakouts that is.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna brought the arms of Sandrock closer to Gaia, the left manipulator touching the back. \"Stella, we'll talk about it together later.\" She comforted her carefully. \"Let's go back. I will see if we can get something to eat too.\" As she prepared to escort Stella back the noblewoman returned to Beta Leader. \"I will make sure the debt is fully paid.\" She replied to Beta Leader. \"I acknowledge your men's service. I will fight in future battles to make up for the lost manpower.\" She looked again at Gaia to see if Stella is ready to go back.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"My thoughts on this whole debacle? It's a well done tactic and I think we're one step closer to wiping out all these god damn spacenoids that are attacking us. I mean how many people are freaking from space in this weird pocket dimension? All that aside the only reason we pulled out is because I don't think they expected us to be so strong individually. Their plan was good and it almost worked they just weren't suspecting just how strong we really were. I bet we made it out without too many loses.\" Grant stated as he and his group made their way back towards the ship. \"Hey Bozos hurry the heck up already if you're going back to the ship. I don't want to drop off this hunk of scrap metal and have to come back for you.\" said Hiling Care as Grant smacked his head on the back of his seat. \"Gotcha sir bitch-a-lot I'll be right there.\" Grant replied as he really felt like shooting something again...then he remembered he barely got out of there alive.\n\n===\n\n\"Understood...falling back to Sundown.\" Stella commented as Nena finally made her way back as Graham Aker landed on the ground nearby. \"Fucking sniper got away from me...I had her and that one gundam managed to take it away from me.\" Graham grumbled angrily as he looked around at the carnage. \"We lost some soldiers? Inevitable but all the same...sorry for your loss leader.\" Graham said to Beta as he grunted in acknowledgement. His remaining men were silent but it was clear none of them were happy about the circumstances. \"Good job Aker you managed to fuck up your one job!\" Nena said antagonistically as she moved Virtue but Graham didn't take the bait ignoring her completely. \"What's up with sunshine? She not handle the battle well?\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna saw the approaching flag, immediately able to tell who the pilot is. \"Stress I believe.\" She answered on Stella's behalf. \"She said to me that the battle shook her hard. This is the first time I saw her that... under distress.\" The Gundam pilot magnified her camera to see where Nena is. \"As an experienced pilot, is there any input you can give on this? I will ask Puru later on too for how she deals with this.\" Donna wondered why someone like Stella is made to pilot in the first place.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"If I'm correct she was like this when she was with the enemy. Something about combat is bothering her. I'm not sure if she should keep fighting but that isn't my call.\" Graham said quickly before Nena could answer as the boisterous red head gave her few cents, \"What? I'm no psychologist hell people usually complain I'm the unstable one. Especially on the Sundown. Stella's probably just not too fond of combat either that or something about this freaking place is making her unstable. Either way she's going to have to deal with it how she will.\" Nena responded to Donna as Graham looked over the scene. \"Hey Stella do you got any companions who usually fight with you?\" Graham asked as Stella gave a muffled confirmation that she indeed had a group she usually fought with. \"It could be that not fighting with them is causing her to panic too. I don't like not fighting without my own allies but I'm not Stella. As for Puru...well if I know Puru like I think I do then she just doesn't think about it. She probably doesn't like the killing but at the same time I think Puru just sees people as 'bad guys' and 'friends'. It isn't the same mindset I think Stella could adopt.\" Graham continued to Donna as Paul landed heavily on the ground nearby. \"The area is secured any remaining enemy pilots are dead or have fled. I'm ordering everyone to get back to the Sundown as soon as possible.\" Paul said flatly as he picked himself off the ground and launched back into the air falling back towards the Sundown. Graham nodded and quickly transformed back into jet mode before taking off into the air leaving Donna and Stella alone with SIGMA and Beta as Nena quickly left soon afterward.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna saw the other pilots leave for the Sundown. Graham's insight on Stella's condition is something that is beyond their power to fix. She can try to ask Instructor W but it is doubtful if it will help. The Gundam pilot returned to Stella once more. \"Let's go back.\" She said. \"Maybe Doctor Wilbur can help you?\" As she waited for her friend to responded she chose to lead the way back to the Sundown. The Gundam hovered slowly through the terrain until the point to where the ship is visible to allow Gaia to catch up. She opened a storage compartment to get out her camoflaged-covered tin canteen to drink from while she waited. \"I wonder how are odds are here? Will we get out alive?\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Cool your shit, Hiling. Some of us understand the buddy system. We're en route.\" He shook his head and continued forward, resisting the urge to lay into Hiling like he wanted to. The pilot in the hand of his gundam had stopped verbally demanding death or release when he realized it wasn't going to get him anywhere and sat silently in the hand. Jack glanced at him before turning to Grant. \"How the hell do we manage to meet and ally ourselves with the crazy ones? Like Nena and Hiling.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That's the thing. We didn't. Nena was a prisoner before you got here. A girl named Saturnalia came to us calling herself a innovator or something like that. She piloted that Virtue Gundam. That wrecked red suit in the Sundown? That was what was left of Nena's suit after Paul and his team got done with her. Paul saved Nena from Saturnalia a few days before you got here. She tried to kill Nena in cold blood. Jason wanted answers and prisoners not corpses. Paul hasn't commented on it since but I got the feeling he doesn't like the outcome. Nena was press ganged into the crew afterwards. She still doens't like us especially the Lieutenant. She's civil at least but only because we got our eyes on her and we're the ones feeding her. On the flip side Hiling Care is new just like you. Hiling is the quagmire here. She hasn't explained as much as we'd like. Personally I want to think we can trust her but I don't think we can.\" Grant explained to Jack as they neared the Sundown coming across a mass of destroyed suits and scrap metal. In the middle of all of it there sat Puru. \"Oh hey you're back! HEY GRANT! HEY JACK! These guys were trying to take the Sundown out but they weren't any match for me!\" Puru said as she appeared on their screens and smiled happily at the two of them. \"Oh wow you guys look worn out you ok?\" Puru asked worriedly at the sight of Grant's expression as Grant lightened up slightly,\"It takes a lot more than that to kill me. Is the Lieutenant back?\" Grant questioned as Puru confirmed he was just showing up now. \n\n\"Personal note: Don't fuck with Elpeo Puru.\" Paul grumbled as he looked through the carnage made by a little girl in a giant death machine she called the Quebeley MK 2. Paul knew that Puru was strong but this...this wasn't something he had come to expect at ALL. Regardless he stopped and looked back too see Stella and company were limping back towards the Sundown. \"Hey you three alright?\" Paul asked his gut telling him something was off. \"I'm...I'm sorry Lieutenant...I lost control of myself.\" Stella said quietly as Paul sighed and nodded. \"It happens but you could've gotten people killed out there. Stella I believe in you please try harder in the future to keep focus. Graham you're still alive I see.\" Paul stated as he turned his attention to the jet mode flag which circled above in the air. \"It takes a lot more than a lowly sniper to actually take me out.\" Graham said confidently as he grinned through his portrait on Paul's monitor.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null } ]
Mask was wheezing in his cockpit, still upset he made such a careless mistake. He snapped back to reality as a friendly hand neared his view screen. "Thank you." He said taking the hand. He found himself repeating the phrase moments later as Grant praised his work. He had his Mobile suit pick up the remains of its leg, and pushed itself back into the air flying. He headed back towards the Sundown with the rest of the group. Mask then proceeded to pop his canteen open and drink within his cockpit. "I'm not fast enough. I thought for sure I could do it." He rubbed his eyes from underneath his mask. "If this keeps up, I may just end up going berserk out there." He said, then exiting his cokpit. "Hey, If possible I need a repair for my Elf Bullock's Leg!" He yelled to a mechanic crew member down on the ground.
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PandaBrady
Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "\"It's just how things go people die in war. Sometimes the people who die hit harder to home than people who don't. As a Lieutenant I must be aware myself that death is just a part of war. Betrayal on the other hand is something I cannot forgive personally. I knew a man who was very dear to me. He was my brother. We grew up together, fought the same bullies together, ate together, slept in the same bunk room together, hell he was even chosen to pilot one of the gundams my father made. George Kyleson was his name and as far as I'm aware he is alive somewhere. I want to make him pay for what he's done to me...sorry I kind of went off a person tangent there. I usually keep that story buried in my dirty laundry but knowing some of my finest brothers are dead reminds me of that fateful day in London.\" Paul said apologizing for his sudden rupture in protocol he didn't honestly mean to tell her what he just did it just sort of felt like it needed to come out. He could only hope that the info he did spill didn't change anything. \"But yeah Stella should be in the medical bay just about now along with the rest of the soldiers who may or may not be injured. I'll come with you just in case.\" Paul said as he pressed the button to bring them down into the floor for the medical crew. Paul hoped he wouldn't be intruding on Doctor Wilbur. Wilbur had a lot of stuff to do as it was he didn't need to add to that mess. As they entered the floor Wilbur's staff directed them right towards Wilbur who in fact was helping Stella. There weren't many soldiers down in the medical bay but a few of them were suffering from heat stroke it seemed. Well...they were in a desert. Another few were treated for burns probably due to that one sniper shot that hit the ship's armor super heated an area and Jason had the men go into check. They'd be fine of course the crew on this ship knew their stuff. \n\nPaul went up to Wilbur and saluted him the man nodded at him but was busy chalking notes down on his notepad. \"Fucking hell...of course there was another universe where Extended existed. And more over of course there was one that made a higher grade level of Extended. I thought that she was like the ones we had but it turns out Stella is a bit more advanced than that. She doesn't need the serum. Though I wonder if the dose I'm giving her is causing more harm than good. It could be the wrong sort of thing for a patient like this. I don't know I'll just have to figure something out.\" Wilbur growled as he looked down to Stella who was breathing in deeply and slowly her eyes looking around nervously twitching. \"Of course there's a problem...don't worry sir I have the up most confidence in you. You've done wonder for us in the past.\" Paul stated as he looked down at Stella and smiled at her. \"Everything's going to be alright. Donna wanted to talk to you some more.\" Paul said motioning for Donna to come over and say what she had to say.\n\n====\n\nHiling laughed at Jack and shook her head. \"Whatever do you mean?\" Hiling said shaking her head and looking up at Jack with no hint of anything being wrong. \"I'm just like you just better. Don't worry I don't intend to stab you in the back Jack you're just as interesting as anyone else here is. Donna has her secrets, Nena Trinity is with Celestial Being and not independent, Jason has a crew full of soldiers who are watching our every move, and Lieutenant Blackstar, and Puru remind me an awful lot of those people we call innovators back where I come from. I'm told you had a person called Saturnalia on this ship and she informed you of their existence. I won't try to hide them from you but it does bring up a lot of questions. So are we going to see Jason or not? The Captain won't be happy if we sit on our hands. I guess I'll wait up for you then since you're going to go get changed.\" Hiling said with amusement as she passed by Jack and went into an elevator that had just come back down and leaned down inside of it waiting for someone to come in.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Getting changed didn't take Jack long at all, considering he knew Hiling had a point about the captain. Stepping out, he joins her on the elevator, leaning against the back wall. \"You know, Hiling, I've had to wonder something. You knew we had Nena and Reve with us, some one who, clearly, is your enemy back in your universe. So why help us? Why not kill the pair and move on?\" It had been bothering him some, and he honestly wouldn't have blamed her for it. Everyone else was fine to keep her under observation, but Jack was more of a direct route guy anyways.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "It didn't take long before someone else had arrived in the elevator with them. It was SIGMA Leader he wasn't happy but he didn't say anything to either of the parties. His frown spoke volumes about what he thought about the last fight in general. He put himself in the back corner of the elevator as Hiling moved up front. Hiling giggled at Jack's question and shook her head. \"Because you can keep your friends close and your enemies closer. The more I can find out about Trinity and that other girl Reve the more I can understand how to take them out when this is all over. We will be going back to our own timelines or universes or whatever be it. I'm sure my own timeline may be different than either of those two. But if I study their tactics and understand them better I can fight them more effectively. That and I'm curious about the people on this ship in general. Don't you find Lieutenant Blackstar intriguing? What about the good instructor? How about the Capt-\" Hiling said as SIGMA suddenly interrupted the conversation. \"If you even try to betray us Care I will personally make you regret ever been born. I'll keep what you said in mind but I have no love for either of those other two whores myself. One's a sociopath and the other is also a sociopath. The only reason I think that Captain keeps them around is because he doesn't trust them enough to let them go off on their own or risk killing them himself. Be mindful Lieutenant that you don't listen to her bull shit.\" SIGMA said bluntly as Hiling raised an eyebrow at the troop captain's comment and a subtle smirk came across her face. The elevator arrived at it's destination soon after SIGMA left immediately and walked towards the meeting room. Hiling looked at Jack, \"Not the friendliest of sort is he?\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask landed in the assigned bay and exited the cockpit shaking. He took a drink from his water bottle and turned around to assess the damage. He was mortified at the amount of damage he so carelessly took, but besides that he felt a strange rush. That he was able to survive, with this mass production suit. With something so normal. Apart from his surroundings, the suit was not, but it was still just a MP with thick armor. He felt the adrenaline coursing through him, that he could do more. But he couldn't. Not like this. The blood lust was building,and he could tell. He needed to rest. Needed to stop depending on the mask. He was too tired to think, or do anything really, despite the adrenaline. \nHe sat down, propping his arms up with one knee, and laid his head onto them. A quiet snoring was soon heard from him.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "Donna saw Stella's eye, ridden with chaos. She wasn't sure if her voice can reach her. \"Stella.\" She spoke, calmly. \"Thank you for saving me earlier.\" Looking around she grabbed Stella's right hand and squatted close. \"I want you to get better. You've been like a sister to me.\" Donna spoke very fondly, discarding her usually formal speech. \"I know we haven't met before then, but having someone to speak to other than the Instructor made me happy.\" She looked at Stella's heavy breathing in pain. \"Please get well soon.\" She ended the conversation and stood up to face Wilbur and Paul. \"Thank you for giving me the time to speak to Stella. I am ready to go to the meeting with you.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Paul nodded and said his goodbyes to the good doctor who nodded in return. He then went up to Stella and smiled at her and patted her on the shoulder. \"Don't worry you're going to be fine. If there's a better doctor in this world than Wilbur I'll be damned. He's the best there is. One screw up shouldn't be the end of you just focus on getting better and when you need help learning how to control that side of you just come out and find me. I'll be sure to help you. I'll always be here for any of my soldiers.\" Paul said as Stella nodded with a smile and thanked both of them quietly as Paul led the young woman out of the medical center. \"As you can see she isn't in the best of conditions. I'm sure you have a question on what an Extended is exactly but it's complicated. They're normal humans turned super soldiers through unethical means. They were discontinued a long time ago before I was even a soldier. They were found out by a group of informants and the public outcry was massive enough to warrant a shut down. There were only four survivors of the event.\" Paul said as he pressed the button on the elevator to send them to the officer's floor.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack watched the SIGMA team leader leave the elevator and shrugged, stepping off behind him. \"He's not sure about any of us, and within reason. We hardly know each other or where the other comes from. That said, the story behind the people here? We'll probably never understand any of it without visiting their home universe. Come on, let's get to the meeting.\" He heads down the hall towards the briefing room.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As they entered the meeting room Jason sat still in his seat and was looking at the screen in front of him a page of details of the battle on it. On it included some salvage, the deaths of Beta Team, and some other technical stuff about how much damaged they had suffered. He looked up an acknowledged them. In the seats to the left sat Puru and Graham. Sigma Leader and Grant sat on the other side. The chief of maintenance stood still as well looking at Jason remaining silent. Puru was chatting with Graham and they were being themselves nothing especially out of the ordinary. Beta Leader was still missing as was Yuri who was probably working on repairs. Grant was looking through a sheet of details handed to him by Yuri whom had given him a short report on his machines. Lieutenant Black Star, Nena, and Donna were still missing as well. \"Hello Captain thank you for including me in this meeting of yours.\" Hiling said with a bow as Jason acknowledged her and Jack and told them to sit where they were. Puru looked over and waved at Jack while Graham merely smiled and nodded. Grant remained silent. \"We're simply waiting on the others too arrive. If you need anything please ask. If not you're at ease until the meeting is started. I have much to discuss.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As they waited for their floor, Donna was disgusted to hear such unethical experiments done on human beings. \"But, they are human beings right?\" She protested in shock. \"Why would they do this to another human being? It is unethical.\" She came to realisation that she may have to count her own blessings when it came to Stella. \"Back where I came from, the Romefeller Foundation tried to replace human Mobile Suit pilots with machines, computers called the Mobile Dolls. They argued that this reduces casualties in war and removes human flaws in warfare. His Excellency of OZ, Treize Khushrenada disagreed and spoke against it. When he was arrested, soldiers loyal to him rose up to fight the Mobile Dolls.\" The Gndam pilot was always reminded that the Lindemann family that served OZ also joined the Treize faction. \"With the Extended, it appears unethical people are in all worlds no matter what.\" She concluded.", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null } ]
Mask woke himself from his slumber, remembering that the ship's chain of command would likely hold a meeting and debriefing. He stood up leaving the Elf Bullock to the Mechanics here. He then headed to the elevator to head back. "I really have to get more rest." He mumbles to himself.
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PandaBrady
Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "\"We can have Sigma Team scout for us don't worry on that regard. They have suits more well...suited for the task being more mobile and able to achieve flight for an extended period of time. As for your part as a liaison I'll consider it next time we make contact with Mariemaia. For now I'd prefer not to rely on her too avoid coming off as weaker or dependent on her force. We need to establish ourselves as an efficient and strong force.\" Jason replied to Donna as she spoke up. He then looked around and nodded at the lack of hands appearing. \"If none of you have questions or are finished speaking to me or one of the others here then I'll dismiss you for today. I hope my information given has earned me more trust from our foreign allies.\" Jason said as SIGMA Leader, Beta, and Grant all got up and left after saluting their captain. Paul stayed and so did Hiling Care. Puru got up with Graham who asked if they wanted to get dinner before going to do whatever they could get their hands on. Puru agreed happily.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack grunted, shaking his head. \"We need to do something with Yzak, Captain, the enemy pilot who was flying the other Duel. He made it sound like he showed up with his universe's Athrun Zala, and the guy...well, he's an ace, even among the elite of ZAFT.\" Offering a salute, he turned and headed out the door, heading for the mess hall himself. Then he'd head down and check on the Duel.", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask finally arrived getting off the elevator, only to see that people had begun coming out of the meeting room. He held his face in anger at himself. \n\"Late again.\" He said. He realized that he needed to pay more attention, and was angry at himself for missing because a little skirmish tired him out. Not to mention the mask on his face has been tiring him to exhaustion. He then slightly unzipped his pilot suit, his casual clothes being revealed and pocketed the mask, pulling his hair back to its regular position as well. \n\"Maybe I can get a summary from them.\" He said as he walked into the room and saluted to the Captain, ready for the full force of what was to come.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"You're late Mask everything has already been discussed and our plans have been thrown back and forth. Nothing much worth noting from the others though you may be interested in what we have talked about earlier regarding the signals. Would you be interested in knowing? I can give you a brief explanation though this WILL NOT be a regular thing so don't be late again.\" Jason said calmly but firmly as he watched Mask enter. He had just been about to leave with only a handful of people left in the room. He stood as he usually did his professionalism showing through his usually casual demeanor. Jason just simply seemed to be the captain at the moment despite himself. \n\n====\n\nAs Jack sat down he was met by the familiar face of Grant Nimitz who sat down right next to him heavily and breathed out deeply. He was still sweaty though he had seemed to have wiped some of it off or had otherwise cooled down. He cracked his knuckles and neck before addressing his fellow OMNI soldier, \"So shit went down today. I'm sorry I was a bit of a load back there I wasn't expecting elite zaku units. Usually i'm just front line infantry. I leave that shit up to Beta, or Paul whenever I need too. So you holding up well buddy? I can only imagine today's been a killer for you. Especially since you know you're kind new here and all.\" Grant said rubbing his face with his right hand. Over in the corner Nena Trinity sat talking to Puru and Graham who seemed to be only paying attention to Puru intentionally talking to Nena as little as possible as the group conversed about the fight Puru bragging about the whole enemy team she had to fight off Nena saying she shouldn't get cocky.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As Donna was the last to leave, she noticed Captain Mask about to enter. Speaking of him, he doesn't appear to be very sociable with the mask on. \"Hello Captain Mask.\" She greeted him. \"I am about to leave the room. Perhaps you can join the rest of us for dinner later?\" She wondered if her voice was heard at all as she left the room.\n\nThe Gundam pilot entered the mess hall and saw the two OMNI soldiers speaking to each other in one side, and the familiar sight of Puru, Nena and Graham at the other side. she gave a small smile at the sight of the latter, they are her allies. \"So I suppose I will have to do better next time?\" She entered the conversation. \"I owe Beta Leader one.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack glances up at Grant as he sits and shrugs. \"We went in blind, so nothing that happened is really your fault, Grant. You did damn good for being outgeared, that's for sure.\" He let Grant finish his sentence, shaking his head and taking a bite of his food. \"I'm alright. A little worn and exasperated, but alright. Me being new, well, it's not something that hasn't happened to me before. After all, what Natural wants to admit that they LIKE having a Coordinator fighting in a suit they built after all. Resulted in me getting shuffled around a lot.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"You know a lot of people call me a nut because of my fighting style. But my advice to anyone is this: Fight to the best of your ability. Leave nothing back.\" Graham responded to Donna coming over as Nena stared up at the woman with a raised eyebrow, \"Oh great another normie.\" grumbled Nena as Puru scolded her for being rude. Graham ignored them and kept focus on Donna, \"Look Beta Leader does what he does because he's a soldier. You don't owe him anything. But if you feel like you want to repay him for his hard work then show him that he doesn't need to worry about you. Prove that you're your own woman Donna. The female spirit is something not easily trifled with. Harness yourself and you'll be stronger then anyone thought you could be.\" Graham said to Donna as Nena and Puru argued over the former's manners.\n\n====\n\n\"Oh I know but Captain Jason knows i'm a liability at times. I'm not Paul, I'm not George, I'm not Jason, hell I'm not even near Beta or SIGMA. I'm a good man and soldier and I'm here because I'm reliable and got a good track record. My team and I are a bunch of flunkies who got picked out because Jason wanted to prove that normal men can still be a part of a strong team. Paul has that newtype junk stuff apparently, and Beta Leader is the most experienced man i've ever known. Sigma has his elite training. All I got is a good head on my shoulders and a need to protect what he has.\" Graham said as he sighed and looked up at the ceiling. \"I don't know about your history and I don't care though. You're your own man too. You got secret and you got pushed around just like me apparently so we can't be all too different. In the next battle when we fight ZAFT I hope that we at least return to a somewhat normal battlefield. it sucks fighting in this desert with suits from alien universes and all that sort of shit. A kid from Kansas like me just isn't made to handle this stuff.\" Graham said as he grabbed a nearby pitcher of water set out by the cooks and poured himself a glass of water before downing it all at once. He breathed out deeply and wiped the water off his mouth afterward.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Yes sir.\" Luin Lee said. \"I've been relying on that mask too long and I fell asleep. I realize that's no excuse.\" He said before turning towards Donna leaving. \n\"I'd be delighted to. Some time out of battle could do me some good.\" He said as he walked out of the room as well. He made his way towards the elevator to head towards the mess hall. He felt, relaxed somehow. Like he wasn't on some alien planet with every other person trying to kill him. He began thinking of Bellri on the way down. \n\"I hope he's alright. There's no telling what those Space Pirates have done with him. Bell, if I get off this planet and back home, I'll make sure everyone of those pirates pay for kidnapping you.\" He said gritting his teeth slightly before shaking off the feeling.\n\"I have to focus on the present first though.\" He said to himself as the door opened. He smiled to himself and headed for the mess hall.\nAs he arrived, he noted everyone already talking among each other. \n\"Hey everyone, sorry for being late to everything, and sorry for becoming a sitting duck out on the battlefield.\" He said as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "Jack chuckles. \"This whole things pretty damn crazy. I mean, pretty sure none of us were expecting to end up on some mirror world of our homes.\" He looked over everyone in the mess hall and sighed, shaking his head. \"It's just nice that I'm with a unit that doesn't notice me flying my suit better than the natural pilots and immediately accusing me of being some kind of spy.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Oh look it's the masked wonder, wonderful...more weirdos.\" Nena grumbled as she laid her head on the table and banged it on it a couple times. She was as usual none to happy about her current situation. \"Oh hey Mr. Mask did you do good in the battle?\" Puru asked with a smile as she grinned up at him and grabbed a nearby chair from a table and put it next to her to give Mask a place to sit down at which made Graham smile. \"I kicked a lot of butt out there those meanies were trying to blow up the Sundown but I kicked their butts really good!\" Puru said with a big grin.\n\n===\n\n\"Shit man I don't think any of us minus maybe Sigma and a couple of the older staff would care if they knew you were a coordinator or whatever. Just, if you are that is a special person, don't make it public knowledge. Most people around here take Paul for granted. Lieutenant Black Star is one of the best pilots on the east coast some say he's one of the strongest naturals around. Some say he's been in the military for a long time but I guess a lot of us just think you gundam pilots are something else.\" Grant mumbled and shrugged as he took a look at Jack. \"Man I just wish I had a clear enemy to point my gun at. I hate all these questions on who and who isn't an enemy. I didn't sign up to fight unknown enemies. I signed up to fight enemies of Earth. I don't give two shits about being 'held down by gravity' or some dumb stuff like that. The way I see it is Earth is beautiful and while humanity is flawed I think we all have a right to life. For the most part.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The supposedly inspiration speech by Graham sounded awkward, but encouraging to Donna. \"I appreciate your encouragement.\" She thanked. \"I almost never became a pilot myself. It was Instructor W's insistance that I became one.\" She raised an eyebrow at Nena. \"Well if you are in my Earth, you would be the one called a 'normie'.\" The Gundam pilot spoke back. \"The world was almost always ruled by the aristocrats. Even when we were united under a democracy, most politicians and people of power were the same aristocrats. You would be dismissed as a commonor by most in power. I myself came from a line of OZ loyalists.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null } ]
Mask/Luin Lee happily took the chair, enjoying the fact that people accepted him willingly, despite his Kuntala position. He looked over towards Nena who seemed annoyed by his presence. "Yes, Nena, I'm sorry that I inconvenience you with my attendance." He began before turning towards Puru, smiling at her... eloquence. "I'm glad to hear that Puru. You gave us all a place to come back to. As for me, I made a mistake that cost me nearly half of my Elf Bullock. But, we did 'kick butt' out there." He said, chuckling lightly. It'd been a while since he could give a heartfelt laugh. Not since that day the pirates attacked the Capital Tower. Everything has changed since then, and even his piloting skills have become a little less than it used to be. "I owe you all much, and I owe my piloting abilities to my instructor, Dellensen. I owe the rest of that to my Mask." He said taking it out to show everyone. "With this mask, I have gotten a lot of data, and been able to predict the movements and attacks of my enemies. It was developed so that I could go against the possibilities of a NewType piloting the G-self. I've grown a little dependent on it, and have decided to shelve it for now. I'm thinking of sharing the info on it with the ship, but the Capital Army information I would be forced to withhold."
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PandaBrady
Captain Mask aka Luin Lee
Character's Age: 18 Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (start of RP) being used: CAMS-03 Elf Bullock (Transformable MS) 2nd mobile suit (mid rp) being used: CAMS-05 Mack Knife (Transformable MS) 3rd mobile suit (end of RP) being used: Kabakali (Capable of Atmospheric Re-entry) List of Gundam/mobile suits weapons: 10x Finger Beam Guns 2x Long Beam Sabers (mounted in the legs) ?x Shoulder Mounted Beam Guns 2x Arm mounted Beam Guns 2x Plama Claws 2x "Photon Eye" Missiles 6x Grenade Launcher 8x Finger Beam Guns Beam Shotgun/Rifle w/ Grenade Launcher Attachment 2x Beam Yo-yo 2x High Powered Beam Saber (Hand Mounted) Universe your character is from: RC (Reglid Century) Link to Gundam site you're getting your information from: Watched Show Appearance: Genetic Type: Kuntala A race of people that were used as a substitute food source in years past. Biography: Warning Spoilers up to episode 10! Luin Lee was a Kuntala accepted into the Capital Guard. On a trip to the First Nut of the Capital Tower, the Crown Transportation System was threatened by a space pirate in the G-self. After a short skirmish, Luin and his instructor managed to capture the pirate with the help of Grade Skipper, Bellri Zenam. Shortly after this, Bellri, Noredo, and Raraiya, were captured by the space pirate and held hostage. He donned a mask and promised to lead the Kuntala Elf Bullock Squad to show the Pride he has for the Kuntala. Aboard the Garanden, he was told of a strange signal and was ordered to follow it, as it could be the G-self. He left aboard his Elf Bullock and radio contact was lost. He assumed it was from Minovsky Particles being spread, but he didn't run into enemies, and soon lost consciousness. He awoke somewhere he had never been before, and for the pride of the Kuntala, he vowed to get back and defeat that G-self. As he searched, he found the Mariemaia faction, and quickly chose to join them. After all, an alliance is better than nothing, and as soon as he got what he wanted, he would leave. He only wished that Manny were there, the source of his true courage.
[ { "text": "Jack glances up at Grant as he sits and shrugs. \"We went in blind, so nothing that happened is really your fault, Grant. You did damn good for being outgeared, that's for sure.\" He let Grant finish his sentence, shaking his head and taking a bite of his food. \"I'm alright. A little worn and exasperated, but alright. Me being new, well, it's not something that hasn't happened to me before. After all, what Natural wants to admit that they LIKE having a Coordinator fighting in a suit they built after all. Resulted in me getting shuffled around a lot.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"You know a lot of people call me a nut because of my fighting style. But my advice to anyone is this: Fight to the best of your ability. Leave nothing back.\" Graham responded to Donna coming over as Nena stared up at the woman with a raised eyebrow, \"Oh great another normie.\" grumbled Nena as Puru scolded her for being rude. Graham ignored them and kept focus on Donna, \"Look Beta Leader does what he does because he's a soldier. You don't owe him anything. But if you feel like you want to repay him for his hard work then show him that he doesn't need to worry about you. Prove that you're your own woman Donna. The female spirit is something not easily trifled with. Harness yourself and you'll be stronger then anyone thought you could be.\" Graham said to Donna as Nena and Puru argued over the former's manners.\n\n====\n\n\"Oh I know but Captain Jason knows i'm a liability at times. I'm not Paul, I'm not George, I'm not Jason, hell I'm not even near Beta or SIGMA. I'm a good man and soldier and I'm here because I'm reliable and got a good track record. My team and I are a bunch of flunkies who got picked out because Jason wanted to prove that normal men can still be a part of a strong team. Paul has that newtype junk stuff apparently, and Beta Leader is the most experienced man i've ever known. Sigma has his elite training. All I got is a good head on my shoulders and a need to protect what he has.\" Graham said as he sighed and looked up at the ceiling. \"I don't know about your history and I don't care though. You're your own man too. You got secret and you got pushed around just like me apparently so we can't be all too different. In the next battle when we fight ZAFT I hope that we at least return to a somewhat normal battlefield. it sucks fighting in this desert with suits from alien universes and all that sort of shit. A kid from Kansas like me just isn't made to handle this stuff.\" Graham said as he grabbed a nearby pitcher of water set out by the cooks and poured himself a glass of water before downing it all at once. He breathed out deeply and wiped the water off his mouth afterward.", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Yes sir.\" Luin Lee said. \"I've been relying on that mask too long and I fell asleep. I realize that's no excuse.\" He said before turning towards Donna leaving. \n\"I'd be delighted to. Some time out of battle could do me some good.\" He said as he walked out of the room as well. He made his way towards the elevator to head towards the mess hall. He felt, relaxed somehow. Like he wasn't on some alien planet with every other person trying to kill him. He began thinking of Bellri on the way down. \n\"I hope he's alright. There's no telling what those Space Pirates have done with him. Bell, if I get off this planet and back home, I'll make sure everyone of those pirates pay for kidnapping you.\" He said gritting his teeth slightly before shaking off the feeling.\n\"I have to focus on the present first though.\" He said to himself as the door opened. He smiled to himself and headed for the mess hall.\nAs he arrived, he noted everyone already talking among each other. \n\"Hey everyone, sorry for being late to everything, and sorry for becoming a sitting duck out on the battlefield.\" He said as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "Jack chuckles. \"This whole things pretty damn crazy. I mean, pretty sure none of us were expecting to end up on some mirror world of our homes.\" He looked over everyone in the mess hall and sighed, shaking his head. \"It's just nice that I'm with a unit that doesn't notice me flying my suit better than the natural pilots and immediately accusing me of being some kind of spy.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Oh look it's the masked wonder, wonderful...more weirdos.\" Nena grumbled as she laid her head on the table and banged it on it a couple times. She was as usual none to happy about her current situation. \"Oh hey Mr. Mask did you do good in the battle?\" Puru asked with a smile as she grinned up at him and grabbed a nearby chair from a table and put it next to her to give Mask a place to sit down at which made Graham smile. \"I kicked a lot of butt out there those meanies were trying to blow up the Sundown but I kicked their butts really good!\" Puru said with a big grin.\n\n===\n\n\"Shit man I don't think any of us minus maybe Sigma and a couple of the older staff would care if they knew you were a coordinator or whatever. Just, if you are that is a special person, don't make it public knowledge. Most people around here take Paul for granted. Lieutenant Black Star is one of the best pilots on the east coast some say he's one of the strongest naturals around. Some say he's been in the military for a long time but I guess a lot of us just think you gundam pilots are something else.\" Grant mumbled and shrugged as he took a look at Jack. \"Man I just wish I had a clear enemy to point my gun at. I hate all these questions on who and who isn't an enemy. I didn't sign up to fight unknown enemies. I signed up to fight enemies of Earth. I don't give two shits about being 'held down by gravity' or some dumb stuff like that. The way I see it is Earth is beautiful and while humanity is flawed I think we all have a right to life. For the most part.\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The supposedly inspiration speech by Graham sounded awkward, but encouraging to Donna. \"I appreciate your encouragement.\" She thanked. \"I almost never became a pilot myself. It was Instructor W's insistance that I became one.\" She raised an eyebrow at Nena. \"Well if you are in my Earth, you would be the one called a 'normie'.\" The Gundam pilot spoke back. \"The world was almost always ruled by the aristocrats. Even when we were united under a democracy, most politicians and people of power were the same aristocrats. You would be dismissed as a commonor by most in power. I myself came from a line of OZ loyalists.\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mask/Luin Lee happily took the chair, enjoying the fact that people accepted him willingly, despite his Kuntala position.\nHe looked over towards Nena who seemed annoyed by his presence. \n\"Yes, Nena, I'm sorry that I inconvenience you with my attendance.\" He began before turning towards Puru, smiling at her... eloquence.\n\"I'm glad to hear that Puru. You gave us all a place to come back to. As for me, I made a mistake that cost me nearly half of my Elf Bullock. But, we did 'kick butt' out there.\" He said, chuckling lightly. It'd been a while since he could give a heartfelt laugh. Not since that day the pirates attacked the Capital Tower. Everything has changed since then, and even his piloting skills have become a little less than it used to be. \n\"I owe you all much, and I owe my piloting abilities to my instructor, Dellensen. I owe the rest of that to my Mask.\" He said taking it out to show everyone. \n\"With this mask, I have gotten a lot of data, and been able to predict the movements and attacks of my enemies. It was developed so that I could go against the possibilities of a NewType piloting the G-self. I've grown a little dependent on it, and have decided to shelve it for now. I'm thinking of sharing the info on it with the ship, but the Capital Army information I would be forced to withhold.\"", "username": "PandaBrady", "char_name": "Captain Mask aka Luin Lee" }, { "text": "\"A normie is what I would've been called? What was your entire army run by a bunch of losers who spend their time on their computers? Whatever I'm glad I don't live where you live it sounds boring. Even worse than my world where it's basically become one giant fascist dictatorship. They pretend to be a democracy but that's a load everyone's in power because they put themselves there or were put there by some big cheese.\" Nena growled as she got up and looked back at Puru, \"I'm going back to my room. I don't feel like talking about politics and shit with Miss Classy over here. And whatever the masked wonder just said was boring. I'll see you around squirt try not to get hurt.\" said Nena as she walked away without so much as a goodbye to the others at the table. \"You owe that to your mask? I don't really get that but I'm glad I managed to help you guys out. I don't like being treated like a burden heck Captain Jason even rescued me when I was being chased by Glemy. It's a shame that I can't do more but I'm going to try my best.\" Puru said with a grin as Graham finally spoke up, \"If I could get a word in without being cut off I'd like to say that you guys are pretty ok pilots but you need to push yourselves a little harder. I think you're letting your inhibitions hold you back. While you have doubts and worries you can't properly fight. Today I was in charge of fighting that sniper. She wasn't too skilled and the battle itself wasn't too thrilling but I left it all out there. If my flag wasn't outdated I'd have probably beaten her. Lee, or rather Mr. Mask, I want to say that you should be more careful with your machine but I put my machine to it's absolute limits. My flag has proven itself to be worth it's keep. So my advice to you is too keep pushing that mobile suit too it's absolute limit and when it can't be pushed further then you should look else where. This is a multiverse center point or something isn't it? I'm sure one or two suits will suit your fancy. And as for you Donna I sense some untapped potential...is it your ties to your political structure that's holding you back? You seem engrossed in politics. Forgive me if I'm pushing too hard but I want everyone here at their peak potential. It'll make it better in the future when things go crazy.\" Graham said as Puru stared up at him with a confused face unsure what Graham was prattling on about, \"Can't we just talk about normal stuff? Why is it always about fighting?\"", "username": "vancexentan", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack listened as Grant spoke and shrugged. \"Even in a one nation versus the other nation war, you should ask questions about who the real enemy is. I mean, it's not always the case, ZAFT could be considered the exception to that particular rule. But during several of the old wars, it was politics that people fought for.\" He sighs and shrugs. \"In the end though, I just want to get home and rest. The whole time we've been here, it's been an on your toes experience.\"", "username": "Zarkun", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Donna saw Nena leave in a huff. She turned to reply to Graham. \"I never thought politics as affecting my fighting.\" She replied honestly. \"I was kept kept ignorant in politics until Instructor W arrived. My father did not think I would be fit in intrigues, but the Instructor had a different idea. Though most of my training focused on close-quarters combat.\" She looked at the confused Puru. \"Actually Puru one thing I also learned was to cook. I learned to many things from mashed-potatoes, borscht, cake to pot-au-feu. Maybe we can cook a cake at some point together?\"", "username": "Sugihito", "char_name": null } ]
Luin Lee smirked at the remark dealing with being boring. Perhaps he was. "I wonder if she would've said that if she knew just how useful it is." he said to no one in particular before nodding in affirmation towards Graham and turning towards the conversation between Puru and Donna. "A cake. That sounds good, perhaps I could help. My culinary skills are a bit rusty of course, but I'm sure with the help of you two ladies, I could manage to get back to where I was." he said, chin resting upon his hand.
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Sundered Echo
Auriel Lavai
UserName: Sundered Echo Age: 20 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Wood Elf Appearance: Standing at 6'2, Auriel towers over human woman and even many men, even though she is average height for a woman of her race. Her skin is pale, her hair crimson and her eyes green. She has a small tattoo on her forehead in a simple elven pattern, and three barely visible scars from the wounds inflicted by Siala's arrows, marking otherwise largely unblemished skin. There is a fierce and somewhat feral look about her, as if she is only a word away from tearing you apart with her hands - a fact that isn't particularly far from the truth. Her attire is usually practical, but with a slight tendency towards showing off her body. Many men have called her beautiful, and she makes sure not to give them reason to doubt. Short Bio: Born into the tight knit community of the forest elves, from the age she could walk Auriel Lavai could be best described as a hothead. She was climbing trees not long after she could walk, and always very physical. In her early years she proved a fairly quick learner, but also very physical, reaching for violence first and thinking second when confronted with trouble. She didn't take long to form both good friends that shared some of her temperament and bitter enemies that couldn't stand her careless attitude. Among these people, one stood out, the antithesis of Auriel, a girl by the name of Siala. She went on to become a minor trouble-maker, sabotaging hunts and picking fights, in particular those of Siala, yet often proving fleet of foot enough to escape any real retribution. This started early in her life, but as she grew older her actions became more audacious. Her elders did not pay these traits too much heed, calling her young and inexperienced, and she never managed to cause enough trouble at once to draw any more attention, despite quickly getting to know all the forest wardens on a first name basis. Ironically enough, some of the wardens had begun to teach her their martial skills, as well as the laws of the land, partially in hopes that it might temper her and partially to give her something to do. She took to the martial training swiftly, but found the laws somewhat harder to focus on, largely because she still spent most nights breaking them. Had things continued as they were, she might have eventually become more tempered and made an excellent warden. However, this was not to be so. At age 17 her life was turned on its head. Having sabotaged the hunt of one of the most skilled of her peers, her lifelong enemy Siala, she was running from retribution as usual, several angry hunters on her heels. Long time rivals, Siala had finally had enough of Auriels pranks, and had begun firing live arrows at her. A day that had begun as a fun escapade changed rather drastically when the first arrow nicked her upper arm, drawing blood from a long but shallow cut. Two arrows later had earned her a cut in her upper leg and one on her ankle, at which point she took shelter behind an Ironbark tree, unable to continue running due to her injuries. In those long, painful moments of terror as the hunted, everything stopped being fun and light-hearted, and for the first time she feared for her life. Wishing for a distraction, any distraction, she suddenly began to smell smoke. Looking around, she found it coming from under her fingers on the trunk of the tree she was using as shelter. A moment longer and fire was liking at the dry autumn wood, and as it did, Auriel began to run again. What began as a small distraction, hardly a smoke signal, soon grew into a full fledged fire, engulfing the tree and spreading to those around it. Rather than return to face her people and atone for the destruction being wrought around her, Auriel ran. She knew enough of the forest and its trees to treat her superficial wounds and survive for a time as she moved ever towards the mountains. In rare forethought, she harvested some offcuts of Ironbark to take with her on her exodus, as she had no currency of any type with which to buy her way in the strange lands beyond the forest. In what would be remembered as one of her most harrowing experiences, Auriel scaled the mountainous passes that lead between Ghannos and Ironstead. She was driven to this immense act by a feeling of wanderlust, a desire to see the world beyond the seemingly endless forest of Ghannos. After the perilous journey, she was only reminded of the violence that sent her away by the thin scars Siala's arrows had left. That was far from her mind as she traded away slivers of Ironbark for food and shelter, followed by exploring the surface portions of the Dwarven city. Ironstead, however, proved far to staid and orderly for Auriels wild heart, and she quickly decided to trade away the last of her Ironbark for passage to the Eanian capital. From there, she took up odd jobs to eke out a living, favoring those that made best use of her combative skills and minimized emotional heights. This approach only partially worked. Auriel is and has ever been a creature of passion, and on several occasions her temper has flared. She once almost burnt down a tavern fending off over-interested drunkards. Once, on the cusp of being caught by Eanian guards for trespassing, she set one of their cloaks on fire rather than get caught. She only narrowly avoided discovery and conscription into the Eanian military each time. In this time, she did not purposefully practice any magic, largely trying to keep her talent a secret - both from the world and from herself. Life in the human city was quite different to the Elven community from whence she'd come. The city was far more detached and uncaring for its people, and everywhere she went she was surrounded by strangers. Partially because of this, she never settled in one place, flitting between Taverns and Inns while in the city, and favoring jobs protecting caravans that would let her get away from it all. One travels a remarkable amount as a Caravan guard, and picks up a fair amount of combat experience even in a fairly safe country like Eania. Her skills with all manner of small melee weapons were honed against a myriad of opponents in the years in human lands, and her pockets were kept full of enough gold to get by. In these travels, she also heard of the College for magebloods in Aerta. Several times she considered traveling there to learn to control her ability, but every time she choose not to, still unhappy with the very idea of being a Mageblood. It was only when one of her Caravan guarding jobs went wrong that fate forced her hand. A particularly long trip to the hold of Oerm, it was ambushed by a predominantly elven group of rogues and bandits just past the forest. Auriel had faced down competent raiders before and turned them aside, but when the first arrow struck, nicking her arm in almost the same way as the one that had first driven her away, she began to feel she'd met her match. The raiders refused to engage up close where she could best fight them, and the other guards were quickly cut down in a flurry of both arrows and magic - the raiders having brought a mageblood with them. Seeing defeat, Auriel ran once more. Before she went, however, she knocked over one of the oil lamps in the caravan and with a brief flare of pyromancy fanned the flame to a size large enough that it would consume the Caravan before the raiders could stop it. This marked the first time she had intentionally used magic in her life. She ran for her life, but also away from the life she'd taken up and all the fearful possibilities she'd come close to over the years, abandoning the helpless merchants under her charge to their fate to save herself. She kept running long after the raiders had stopped giving chase, even with a number of light wounds caused by arrow near misses and a close call with a lightning bolt. Eventually, she could run no more, and collapsed in the grassy fields - almost within sight of the College. Good Attributes: Physically fit and quick, she is not well muscled or strong, but still capable of running a great distance under duress. Martially skilled - specializing in the weapons she habitually carries, a dagger and a hooked axe. Bad Attributes: Highly emotional and aggressive, Auriel reaches for her blade at the slightest insult and cannot always maintain perfect control of her magic when particularly aggravated. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Ring of Stealth
[ { "text": "Ssarak was conflicted on whether or not to follow Aruna when she left. On the one hand, he could definitely understand if she needed to be alone, but she also still seemed to be confused. Eventually, as she left the dining hall, he decided not to follow, as her nightmare could have affected her on a personal level, much like his own. Ssarak went back to where he was before and found his drink, then sat down in one of the newly-vacated seats to try and make an attempt at relaxing. He had never been a heavy drinker, and often avoided using alcohol to \"treat\" his problems, but he wanted something to take the edge off of the stress this night had brought him.\n\nSsarak lost track of time as he sat alone with his thoughts, and the alcohol was having at least some effect on him by the time he noticed Leith in the dining hall sitting next to a human woman. He was far from drunk, but his senses had been dulled just enough that he decided to stop. He stood up and started to walk over towards his roommate just as he heard someone enter the room and start yelling. Screaming was far from the strangest thing he had experienced so far at the college, but what really threw him off-guard was what he saw as he turned his head. There was a human man carrying a wounded Aruna in his arms, shouting for the Vitamancy instructor. There was a bandage across her chest and quite a bit of blood, all of which was more than enough to draw Ssarak's immediate concern. Lidda, who was now in a centaur form, immediately rushed to help. Ssarak approached the group, though he made sure to keep enough distance so he would not get in the way. He remained quiet for the moment, as he did not want to interrupt the healing, but he wanted to know what happened. He was regretting not following Aruna; perhaps he could have prevented this from happening.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Aruna had been thinking of what to say to anyone who asked what had happened almost since she woke. It had been in the underlay of her thoughts throughout her trip with Deven. So, when the Centurian woman asked, in her own way, what happened, Aruna was ready with a steady reply.\n\"After the demonstrations I went to go for a small flight. It,\" she had to grit her teeth as they set her down on a nearby table, \"helps to calm my nerves. When I was out there, Gods I must have been more distracted than I thought, because I clipped a building. Then fell and managed to slow my decent using my wings, though not without further hurting myself. I believe I landed on a rake or something when I crashed, I'm not sure because I was unconscious. Then Deven found me and brought me here.\"\n\nAruna was positive that her position at Twilight college would be in much danger if she told them she had been involved in what was sure to be an assassination attempt. She needed this school because, ironic though it was, it was imperative to her survival. She needed the skills that were taught here. She also hoped that Deven caught on to the lie and, she prayed to no one in particular, that he was*good*at it.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null } ]
Xyden sat in silence and watched as the events transpired, Leith largely forgotten by his side. All manner of abilities were cast about the room, some less than comfortable like the Cryomancy demonstration and some largely inconsequential to Xyden. He was waiting for the Hydromancy demonstration. When fiends resembling biped versions of the rare hellfish emerged from the air Xyden distinctly regretted not bringing his trident to the dinner, but no sooner had he risen to his full stature than the ground erupted with landweed-roots that swarmed and constricted like a Naga's coils. As quickly as they came into being, the walking hellfish were gone. It eventually registered in his mind that the Leith Land-Strider had named him the winner of the 'wager' and wondered off. It meant little to him, though he did commit to memory the fact that he was now owed a favour. That could prove useful later. Then came the Psychomancy demonstration. The world seemed to fall away as visions of another place, another time, assaulted his mind. He did not how, but somehow this teacher was drawing visions of the Naga goddesses into being, and the sight was a terrifying one. Somehow though, it felt like a memory that was not his. When it was all over, a shiver ran through his fins and body, chilling him to the core. This was something he'd have to think about later, maybe he'd be able to interpret it more once he was in the water again. When he looked around he noticed there was quite a commotion in the room. It seemed like it was dying down though, and he realised that whatever had happened, he had been in the grip of the vision through most of it, and if the others had also been assaulted with such a thing it was faster for them. He had awoken in time to see the final paired demonstration though. Liquids of all colours flowed from their containers and filled the air, weaving in currents more complex than even the most complicated of ocean currents and all the more spectacular for being easily visible. Xyden marveled at the spectacle, and even as part of him appreciated the beauty of it, another part of his mind was assessing the tactical and strategic benefits of being able to so drastically alter currents within the depths. With the unpredictable might of the ocean tamed and at his heel he could lead a new generation of Ocean Naga expansion and prosperity. He laughed as he saw the use the Surface Dwellers put it all too, a harsh wet noise escaping from his bestial maw. They had no idea what they had at their command here. With that, he had no further reason to be here. He turned and slithered out of the great hall, getting the attention of one of the golems and following it to his new room. He was most pleased when he arrived. He opened the door to see a wall of water, no doubt held back by runes, the interior of the watery environment lit by small fluorescent plants as well as a facsimile of one of the volcanic vents that heated the Naga city. He slithered into the wall of water, and as his body entered the water he was struck with the familiar feelings of lightened weight and the ability to move freely and easily in any direction. He hadn't realised how good these were until now, now that he'd been without for so long. The water was warm and flowing as he swam. He'd never felt more alive.
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Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)
UserName: Rtron Age: 22 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None. She's amused herself by making sparks or small balls of fire, but that's about it. Race: Snow Elf Appearance:! Standing at two feet 11 inches and weighing 45lbs, Aramir considered herself on the taller side for a Snow Elf, and she was a little bit proud of that height...until she finally met others than those in her tribe that is. She has [Ice blue eyes](http://content.photos-room.com/previews/Cold_as_Ice_by_lorency.jpg), and matching tattoos on her left and right arms and on the left and right side of her face(seen in appearance). The golden tattoos(marking her tribe) stretch from below her eyes down to the edge of her collar bone, while the tattoos on her shoulder(marking her place in the tribe) go down her arm(occasionally splintering off in a jagged pattern, in a likeness to cracking ice, but still following a major path), till they split into five smaller line tattoos that end just behind her fingernails(with that same, but much smaller, occasional jagged pattern). The design on the back of her vest identifies her family in the tribe. Most of her hair is usually in a long plait. She has a scar on her side, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and twisted, and half a dozen of scars on her back, right over where her vest is sewn, as if someone had slashed at her back with a sword. Short Bio: Aramir's earliest memories are that of struggle. Struggle to survive, to not be one of the ones yearly claimed by the Plains. To become a useful member of her tribe, She was taught from a young age how to handle a bow, her path as a hunter already predetermined by her family. She would have to earn her arm tattoos, straight lines that extend down to her wrists and stop on her upper shoulders in a hook, to mark her as an apprentice hunter before she could earn the additions to her arms that marked her as a fully fledged hunter, and then the golden tattoos that marked her as a full member of the tribe. However, she nearly never got the chance to earn those tattoos with a stupid mistake that she made when she was 8. She had been practicing her archery(at a snowman hastily constructed while the family prepared the camp for the freezing night), when the howling wind suddenly changed, sending her arrow far beyond and to the left of her her target. Instead of telling someone where she was going, and keeping the camp always in sight, she set off to find the missing arrow. She couldn't afford to leave it, wood wasn't cheap to come by. She got caught up in her search, wandered too far, and by then it was too late. The eternal blizzard worsened, till she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. It was still largely day time, and all she could see was white. That didn't bother her. She saw unending white all the time. For what seemed like hours she walked in what she was hoping the direction she came from, towards the camp. Then, night fell. Aramir had always had an irrational fear of the darkness. Now it came straight to the fore. Time ceased to have meaning, and she couldn't have told you how long she walked. All she was aware of was sheer terror, sobbing, and frozen tears on her cheeks. She finally collapsed from exhaustion, and the snow began to pile over her. Though she didn't know it at the time, her pyromancy was the only thing that saved her from freezing to death, though it nearly killed her in the process, as she instinctively overused her mageblood to heat the snow cocoon she had made. When she next awoke, it was to complete darkness once more, and she began to panic again, trying to claw her way out of what she thought was a snow tomb. Which is exactly when a pair of feet crashed through her 'tomb' and nearly landed on her head. Her heat had weakened the snow above enough that a snow elf from her tribe to fall down into her cocoon. After the joy and relief that she was alive was over, the scolding and punishment began. Aramir was too relieved to be alive and back with her tribe to be ashamed. She never did recover from the sheer terror of darkness she possessed. At the age of 19 she finally gets her golden tattoos, three years after finishing her hunter tattoos. The year had been bad for the tribe. More members had died, all were hungry, and Aramir's group for the tattoo ceremony was the smallest that anyone could remember. There were mutterings that the tribe leader was leading them into disaster. Only from one or two members, the ones who felt the worst of the year. The next two years were successively worse and worse. The mutterings became talking. Then the talking became agreement. Finally the agreement became demands, shouting. The tribe began to divide into two camps. One still supporting the tribe leader, the other wanting him gone. Tension rose in the tribe, and shattered one night when Aramir and her friends went out hunting. They came back with a good catch, and were in high spirits. This would be the turning point of the succession of bad luck that had plagued the tribe for years. They could feel it. The Tribe leader himself came to congratulate them. As he was doing so, violence erupted. An arrow sprouted out of the Elf's chest. For a moment that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was nothing but silence. And then the killing began. Aramir had thought her friends calm, cool headed. She herself had disdained from picking either side, urging the two sides to reconcile in the face of the harsh Plains, and had thought her friends had done the same. They proved her wrong immediately when the fighting broke out. Before Aramir could even attempt to bring order to the chaos, someone tried to kill her, for nothing more than the markings on her vest. The howling of the blizzard masked the screams of the wounded and dying, the falling and overturned snow covered the blood and bodies quickly, and the nature of the Glacier Lands froze the hot blood that was spilled almost immediately. Aramir and a few others were the only survivors. The tribe had been destroyed. Her family, killed.Sometime during the fighting she had set fire to something with a blue ball of flames. Heedless of her wounds(a deep gash in her side, and half a dozen cuts on her back), she left taking only her bow, a quiver full of arrows, what supplies she could scavenge, and a couple of hunting knives, taken from the corpse of a friend. She had heard of the Twilight College, down to the far south, out of the Frozen Plains. Maybe they could teach her to control her flames. Maybe they could help her forget. It took her another year to find her way through the strange lands to the College. And while the physical wounds of her tribe's self-destruction healed, the emotional ones were only scabbed over, ready to break and bleed again at the slightest hint of over stretching. Good Attributes: Small:Though this can also be a disadvantage, she's very light, allowing her to go where heavier people are unable to follow. Archer:She's a master with her hunting bow, having used it from the time she could draw it to hunt in the harsh Plains(though, it is considerably weaker than a war bow). Hunter of the Plains:Aramir is also perceptive, a necessity when one is a hunter in the Glacier Lands, where the animals are all white in an unending white plain. Agile:She's nimble and quick(quite handy when one needs to climb quickly, or dodge an oncoming snow ball). Cold Blooded: She's comfortable in colder climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Bad Attributes: Weak:Obviously, she won't be any good in terms of strength(which stretches from simple tasks that require brute force to fighting in prolonged melee combat, and everything in between). Silent is the Night...:She's also very uncomfortable with silence or quiet places, used to the howling winds of the Frozen Plains. ...and the Dark hides it's terrors:She's terrified of complete darkness, barely tolerating shadows. Cold Blooded:She's uncomfortable in hotter climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Peacekeeper: She dislikes arguments, and while not going out of her way to stop them, will either stop the arguers if they carry on for too long or leave abruptly. Insomniac:She sleeps very little willingly, haunted by nightmares of her tribe tearing itself apart in front of her. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\n\"Thank you, Meirin. My name is Ssarak Dyreackthanose, it is a pleasure to meet you. I believe I will be fine. I became distracted while observing all of the people in the dining hall, so I was not as careful as I should have been. It was my fault it happened. Normally, I only accidentally read minds when I actually attempt to use my abilities.\" Ssarak explained. He was appreciative of her aid, and of how willing she seemed to be to help a stranger. It was not often he encountered people such as that since leaving his homeland.\n\n\"Still, there is no harm in learning a potentially useful talent. I am not one to turn down knowledge in any case; I would be grateful for any advice you have to offer. I would like to make sure to be back in the dining hall in time for the magic demonstrations, however. I would not want to be responsible for you missing the show any more than I would want to miss it myself.\" Ssarak said with a friendly smile. Despite the embarrassment he experienced earlier, his first day at the college was shaping up to be a good one. He seemed to have a great deal of luck in finding friendly individuals. He did not doubt there were other, more malicious students at the college as well, but his appearance was usually enough to keep such people away. In his experience, those types of people usually only liked to bother people who they perceived as weak or vulnerable.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Mei silently nodded her head as the Esyire, Ssarak Dyreackthanose, accepted her help. It took her days to get this right, but for now she'll just show him what he needed to do for the moment.**\"Take a seat. Close your eyes, and first make a mental image of yourself...\"**\n\nA few minutes passed as Mei explained the method to Ssarak as quickly as she could, and without all the philosophical ideals that came with it. Even that bored her. Looking back at the dinning hall, it was starting to become more quiet as she could hear the music from within, even from the outside.**\"I believe it's time for the demonstration. I hope that what I've taught you is helpful. If you ever need any help, please, come and find me.\"**Mei stood up and dusted the dirt off her legs before waving goodbye to ssarak. Than she went back into the Dinning hall, feeling a accomplished for making at least one more friend.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Aruna looked spun to look at the creature that had been following her. It was odd, to say the least, but she had seen many odd things in her life ( not small percentage had happened that very night) so the surprise was lessened greatly from what she supposed a normal person should feel. It asked, she didn't know how, if she knew she was going to miss the demonstration in the Dining Hall. It seemed polite enough, but had the look of a demon. She recalled that the head master was a Demonmancer, so she assumed he was with the headmaster, if not by obligation then by employment.\n\"Yes, I realize it's about to start I just... got a bit flustered. I needed some air...\"\nAruna sat there for a moment before her curiosity got the better of her.\n\"I am sorry, but could you please tell me how it is you speak?\"\nShe eyed the tentacle like appendages that seemed to make up it's mouth with curiosity.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak listened to Meirin intently, trying to understand everything she said, though it was a lot to take in at once. She seemed to have quite a bit of experience in her philosophy, while he was trying to understand it through just an explanation. Regardless, he took in as much as he could, though he would not know if it was effective until he encountered the same issue again, and he certainly did not intend on replicating that experience again, if he could help it. Once they started hearing what sounded like music from inside, Meirin suggested they head back to the dining hall in case it was the start of the demonstrations, to which Ssarak nodded in agreement.\n\nSsarak remained outside for a few minutes after Meirin left so he could get a few more breaths of fresh air before finally heading in himself. Once inside, it took him a few moments to remember where he had been seated, but he eventually found his chair, with his meal fortunately untouched by others while he was away. He was pretty sure it was considered rude in Human culture to disturb the meals of others, but there were many people from many places at the college, and that convention might not be the same for all of them. Aruna had not yet returned, which he found curious, though he was not worried quite yet.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]
**Aramir** *Can't or won't?*Aramir couldn't help but wondering, before shrugging. None of her business, really. Regardless, Lyris continued with hehr nervousness, finally climaxing in admitting that she was not that good at talking to new people. Aramir smiled up at her. "Oh, there's nothing to be excused. Easy talking with others will come with simply talking to new people more and more. But let's try something, shall we? Pick a subject. Any subject. From the College, to cooking, to the weather. Then ask a question about it or make a comment. I'll answer or reply to the best of my knowledge, and we'll keep it going until we've exhausted all avenues of conversation with that. Then a new subject will be chosen. Simple." While she waited for Lyris's response, or subject to be chosen, Aramir glanced around into the world of knee caps and shins. Nothing much of note, sadly. Though, there did seem to be a commotion nearby, a sudden silence in an area, only broken by the jingling of coins and the frightened tones of someone. A fight? Worse? Given her height, Aramir couldn't tell what exactly was going on, and that was frustrating to put it mildly.*Things were easier when I was amongst people who were my own size, and not having to look everyone in the knee or shin.*She thought, slightly irritably. She didn't let that show one her face, of course. It wouldn't do anything to end the problem, and she might make Lyris even less likely to talk than she already was.
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Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)
UserName: Rtron Age: 22 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None. She's amused herself by making sparks or small balls of fire, but that's about it. Race: Snow Elf Appearance:! Standing at two feet 11 inches and weighing 45lbs, Aramir considered herself on the taller side for a Snow Elf, and she was a little bit proud of that height...until she finally met others than those in her tribe that is. She has [Ice blue eyes](http://content.photos-room.com/previews/Cold_as_Ice_by_lorency.jpg), and matching tattoos on her left and right arms and on the left and right side of her face(seen in appearance). The golden tattoos(marking her tribe) stretch from below her eyes down to the edge of her collar bone, while the tattoos on her shoulder(marking her place in the tribe) go down her arm(occasionally splintering off in a jagged pattern, in a likeness to cracking ice, but still following a major path), till they split into five smaller line tattoos that end just behind her fingernails(with that same, but much smaller, occasional jagged pattern). The design on the back of her vest identifies her family in the tribe. Most of her hair is usually in a long plait. She has a scar on her side, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and twisted, and half a dozen of scars on her back, right over where her vest is sewn, as if someone had slashed at her back with a sword. Short Bio: Aramir's earliest memories are that of struggle. Struggle to survive, to not be one of the ones yearly claimed by the Plains. To become a useful member of her tribe, She was taught from a young age how to handle a bow, her path as a hunter already predetermined by her family. She would have to earn her arm tattoos, straight lines that extend down to her wrists and stop on her upper shoulders in a hook, to mark her as an apprentice hunter before she could earn the additions to her arms that marked her as a fully fledged hunter, and then the golden tattoos that marked her as a full member of the tribe. However, she nearly never got the chance to earn those tattoos with a stupid mistake that she made when she was 8. She had been practicing her archery(at a snowman hastily constructed while the family prepared the camp for the freezing night), when the howling wind suddenly changed, sending her arrow far beyond and to the left of her her target. Instead of telling someone where she was going, and keeping the camp always in sight, she set off to find the missing arrow. She couldn't afford to leave it, wood wasn't cheap to come by. She got caught up in her search, wandered too far, and by then it was too late. The eternal blizzard worsened, till she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. It was still largely day time, and all she could see was white. That didn't bother her. She saw unending white all the time. For what seemed like hours she walked in what she was hoping the direction she came from, towards the camp. Then, night fell. Aramir had always had an irrational fear of the darkness. Now it came straight to the fore. Time ceased to have meaning, and she couldn't have told you how long she walked. All she was aware of was sheer terror, sobbing, and frozen tears on her cheeks. She finally collapsed from exhaustion, and the snow began to pile over her. Though she didn't know it at the time, her pyromancy was the only thing that saved her from freezing to death, though it nearly killed her in the process, as she instinctively overused her mageblood to heat the snow cocoon she had made. When she next awoke, it was to complete darkness once more, and she began to panic again, trying to claw her way out of what she thought was a snow tomb. Which is exactly when a pair of feet crashed through her 'tomb' and nearly landed on her head. Her heat had weakened the snow above enough that a snow elf from her tribe to fall down into her cocoon. After the joy and relief that she was alive was over, the scolding and punishment began. Aramir was too relieved to be alive and back with her tribe to be ashamed. She never did recover from the sheer terror of darkness she possessed. At the age of 19 she finally gets her golden tattoos, three years after finishing her hunter tattoos. The year had been bad for the tribe. More members had died, all were hungry, and Aramir's group for the tattoo ceremony was the smallest that anyone could remember. There were mutterings that the tribe leader was leading them into disaster. Only from one or two members, the ones who felt the worst of the year. The next two years were successively worse and worse. The mutterings became talking. Then the talking became agreement. Finally the agreement became demands, shouting. The tribe began to divide into two camps. One still supporting the tribe leader, the other wanting him gone. Tension rose in the tribe, and shattered one night when Aramir and her friends went out hunting. They came back with a good catch, and were in high spirits. This would be the turning point of the succession of bad luck that had plagued the tribe for years. They could feel it. The Tribe leader himself came to congratulate them. As he was doing so, violence erupted. An arrow sprouted out of the Elf's chest. For a moment that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was nothing but silence. And then the killing began. Aramir had thought her friends calm, cool headed. She herself had disdained from picking either side, urging the two sides to reconcile in the face of the harsh Plains, and had thought her friends had done the same. They proved her wrong immediately when the fighting broke out. Before Aramir could even attempt to bring order to the chaos, someone tried to kill her, for nothing more than the markings on her vest. The howling of the blizzard masked the screams of the wounded and dying, the falling and overturned snow covered the blood and bodies quickly, and the nature of the Glacier Lands froze the hot blood that was spilled almost immediately. Aramir and a few others were the only survivors. The tribe had been destroyed. Her family, killed.Sometime during the fighting she had set fire to something with a blue ball of flames. Heedless of her wounds(a deep gash in her side, and half a dozen cuts on her back), she left taking only her bow, a quiver full of arrows, what supplies she could scavenge, and a couple of hunting knives, taken from the corpse of a friend. She had heard of the Twilight College, down to the far south, out of the Frozen Plains. Maybe they could teach her to control her flames. Maybe they could help her forget. It took her another year to find her way through the strange lands to the College. And while the physical wounds of her tribe's self-destruction healed, the emotional ones were only scabbed over, ready to break and bleed again at the slightest hint of over stretching. Good Attributes: Small:Though this can also be a disadvantage, she's very light, allowing her to go where heavier people are unable to follow. Archer:She's a master with her hunting bow, having used it from the time she could draw it to hunt in the harsh Plains(though, it is considerably weaker than a war bow). Hunter of the Plains:Aramir is also perceptive, a necessity when one is a hunter in the Glacier Lands, where the animals are all white in an unending white plain. Agile:She's nimble and quick(quite handy when one needs to climb quickly, or dodge an oncoming snow ball). Cold Blooded: She's comfortable in colder climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Bad Attributes: Weak:Obviously, she won't be any good in terms of strength(which stretches from simple tasks that require brute force to fighting in prolonged melee combat, and everything in between). Silent is the Night...:She's also very uncomfortable with silence or quiet places, used to the howling winds of the Frozen Plains. ...and the Dark hides it's terrors:She's terrified of complete darkness, barely tolerating shadows. Cold Blooded:She's uncomfortable in hotter climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Peacekeeper: She dislikes arguments, and while not going out of her way to stop them, will either stop the arguers if they carry on for too long or leave abruptly. Insomniac:She sleeps very little willingly, haunted by nightmares of her tribe tearing itself apart in front of her. Secret Word: Rebirth
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*Althalus* He laughed when Grey subtly accused him.*Sharper than he looks, this guardsman. He even added subtle threats. Bravo.* "I'm not sure if I should be flattered or not that you think me handsome, ruthless, martially skilled, and persuasive enough to be 'The Terror of Port Slaughter.' Let's pretend I was this myth, for a moment. Why would you apprehend me, guardsman? For saying something the rest of the world believes about Port Slaughter? For knowing wanted criminals? For telling you some of the legends centered around that mask in my home town? Surely you have local legends in your birth town that you enjoy. And if you think the myths are about a lowly peasant gaining grandeur, you're missing the point. It's a Port Slaughter thing, I suppose." He hefted his crossbow, meeting Grey's stare. "I can promise you that I'll do all in my power to keep them from being killed. I can't promise I'll choose anyone over her." He chuckled. "Love. It makes a man do stupid things, no? I'll help you look through those warrants. Who knows, maybe I'll see more old acquaintances and tell you who you need to watch out for and who you can simply ignore. Regardless, it should be a simple enough job. You get the attention of the mages, waving your weapon about and making threatening movements and noises, and then I'll shoot them with the crossbow while they're distracted. Simple, easy, quick, and clean." He paused considering something. "Of course, with magic, nothing is ever simple or easy. This should be fun!" **Aramir** "Very hard, if you're too small to use the ballista by yourself." Aramir replied cheerily. All she knew was that she wouldn't be using the ballista anytime soon. They wouldn't need to use it at all, preferably. Which Aramir knew was slim to none with someone like Auriel with their group. Subtlety didn't seem to be in the elf's vocabulary. And with all the others they had with them, Aramir suspected they'd be using the wagon and the ballista far more than Lucilia would have wanted them to. She gave a small shrug.*It can't be any worse than being attacked by a shadow demon, then waking up to more demons attacking the College.*She shuddered at the memory. She hadn't met that particular demon again, and she fervently hoped that she would never meet it again. To occupy herself, she checked the gear she had brought again, making sure everything was in the best condition it could be. She gave a cheerful wave and 'Hello!' to Colette, before returning to the task at hand. It was finished all too soon, and she was left wondering how big the Roc was, and how they were supposed to steal a wagon from it without it noticing and attacking. "This is going to go badly." She muttered under her breath.
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Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)
UserName: Rtron Age: 22 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None. She's amused herself by making sparks or small balls of fire, but that's about it. Race: Snow Elf Appearance:! Standing at two feet 11 inches and weighing 45lbs, Aramir considered herself on the taller side for a Snow Elf, and she was a little bit proud of that height...until she finally met others than those in her tribe that is. She has [Ice blue eyes](http://content.photos-room.com/previews/Cold_as_Ice_by_lorency.jpg), and matching tattoos on her left and right arms and on the left and right side of her face(seen in appearance). The golden tattoos(marking her tribe) stretch from below her eyes down to the edge of her collar bone, while the tattoos on her shoulder(marking her place in the tribe) go down her arm(occasionally splintering off in a jagged pattern, in a likeness to cracking ice, but still following a major path), till they split into five smaller line tattoos that end just behind her fingernails(with that same, but much smaller, occasional jagged pattern). The design on the back of her vest identifies her family in the tribe. Most of her hair is usually in a long plait. She has a scar on her side, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and twisted, and half a dozen of scars on her back, right over where her vest is sewn, as if someone had slashed at her back with a sword. Short Bio: Aramir's earliest memories are that of struggle. Struggle to survive, to not be one of the ones yearly claimed by the Plains. To become a useful member of her tribe, She was taught from a young age how to handle a bow, her path as a hunter already predetermined by her family. She would have to earn her arm tattoos, straight lines that extend down to her wrists and stop on her upper shoulders in a hook, to mark her as an apprentice hunter before she could earn the additions to her arms that marked her as a fully fledged hunter, and then the golden tattoos that marked her as a full member of the tribe. However, she nearly never got the chance to earn those tattoos with a stupid mistake that she made when she was 8. She had been practicing her archery(at a snowman hastily constructed while the family prepared the camp for the freezing night), when the howling wind suddenly changed, sending her arrow far beyond and to the left of her her target. Instead of telling someone where she was going, and keeping the camp always in sight, she set off to find the missing arrow. She couldn't afford to leave it, wood wasn't cheap to come by. She got caught up in her search, wandered too far, and by then it was too late. The eternal blizzard worsened, till she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. It was still largely day time, and all she could see was white. That didn't bother her. She saw unending white all the time. For what seemed like hours she walked in what she was hoping the direction she came from, towards the camp. Then, night fell. Aramir had always had an irrational fear of the darkness. Now it came straight to the fore. Time ceased to have meaning, and she couldn't have told you how long she walked. All she was aware of was sheer terror, sobbing, and frozen tears on her cheeks. She finally collapsed from exhaustion, and the snow began to pile over her. Though she didn't know it at the time, her pyromancy was the only thing that saved her from freezing to death, though it nearly killed her in the process, as she instinctively overused her mageblood to heat the snow cocoon she had made. When she next awoke, it was to complete darkness once more, and she began to panic again, trying to claw her way out of what she thought was a snow tomb. Which is exactly when a pair of feet crashed through her 'tomb' and nearly landed on her head. Her heat had weakened the snow above enough that a snow elf from her tribe to fall down into her cocoon. After the joy and relief that she was alive was over, the scolding and punishment began. Aramir was too relieved to be alive and back with her tribe to be ashamed. She never did recover from the sheer terror of darkness she possessed. At the age of 19 she finally gets her golden tattoos, three years after finishing her hunter tattoos. The year had been bad for the tribe. More members had died, all were hungry, and Aramir's group for the tattoo ceremony was the smallest that anyone could remember. There were mutterings that the tribe leader was leading them into disaster. Only from one or two members, the ones who felt the worst of the year. The next two years were successively worse and worse. The mutterings became talking. Then the talking became agreement. Finally the agreement became demands, shouting. The tribe began to divide into two camps. One still supporting the tribe leader, the other wanting him gone. Tension rose in the tribe, and shattered one night when Aramir and her friends went out hunting. They came back with a good catch, and were in high spirits. This would be the turning point of the succession of bad luck that had plagued the tribe for years. They could feel it. The Tribe leader himself came to congratulate them. As he was doing so, violence erupted. An arrow sprouted out of the Elf's chest. For a moment that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was nothing but silence. And then the killing began. Aramir had thought her friends calm, cool headed. She herself had disdained from picking either side, urging the two sides to reconcile in the face of the harsh Plains, and had thought her friends had done the same. They proved her wrong immediately when the fighting broke out. Before Aramir could even attempt to bring order to the chaos, someone tried to kill her, for nothing more than the markings on her vest. The howling of the blizzard masked the screams of the wounded and dying, the falling and overturned snow covered the blood and bodies quickly, and the nature of the Glacier Lands froze the hot blood that was spilled almost immediately. Aramir and a few others were the only survivors. The tribe had been destroyed. Her family, killed.Sometime during the fighting she had set fire to something with a blue ball of flames. Heedless of her wounds(a deep gash in her side, and half a dozen cuts on her back), she left taking only her bow, a quiver full of arrows, what supplies she could scavenge, and a couple of hunting knives, taken from the corpse of a friend. She had heard of the Twilight College, down to the far south, out of the Frozen Plains. Maybe they could teach her to control her flames. Maybe they could help her forget. It took her another year to find her way through the strange lands to the College. And while the physical wounds of her tribe's self-destruction healed, the emotional ones were only scabbed over, ready to break and bleed again at the slightest hint of over stretching. Good Attributes: Small:Though this can also be a disadvantage, she's very light, allowing her to go where heavier people are unable to follow. Archer:She's a master with her hunting bow, having used it from the time she could draw it to hunt in the harsh Plains(though, it is considerably weaker than a war bow). Hunter of the Plains:Aramir is also perceptive, a necessity when one is a hunter in the Glacier Lands, where the animals are all white in an unending white plain. Agile:She's nimble and quick(quite handy when one needs to climb quickly, or dodge an oncoming snow ball). Cold Blooded: She's comfortable in colder climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Bad Attributes: Weak:Obviously, she won't be any good in terms of strength(which stretches from simple tasks that require brute force to fighting in prolonged melee combat, and everything in between). Silent is the Night...:She's also very uncomfortable with silence or quiet places, used to the howling winds of the Frozen Plains. ...and the Dark hides it's terrors:She's terrified of complete darkness, barely tolerating shadows. Cold Blooded:She's uncomfortable in hotter climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Peacekeeper: She dislikes arguments, and while not going out of her way to stop them, will either stop the arguers if they carry on for too long or leave abruptly. Insomniac:She sleeps very little willingly, haunted by nightmares of her tribe tearing itself apart in front of her. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "\"I understand it is likely a trap, but we should not - Alaira, no!\" Ssarak shouted as soon as he saw what she was doing, but it was too late. With a bolt of lightning, she ignited a flame that spread quickly through the dry grasses, ending immediately any chance of talking their way through. She wanted to flush out any bandits hiding for an ambush, but the flames revealed none. Instead, it frightened the horses and forced them onto the bridge. The flames quickly engulfed the area behind them, not to mention the smoke that was filling the air and beginning to restrict their breathing. Using his wings, Ssarak did his best to keep the smoke away from himself and his allies, but they still had even more pressing concerns. The smoke wasn't as bad the closer they drew to the far side of the bridge, but the bandits were still set on taking their caravan.\n\nThe pair of duelists had their knives firmly on the ropes supporting the bridge, and Ssarak could see no way to stop them from finishing off the ropes if they were intent on severing them. The thought entered his mind to use his magic to make them think they were stationary while they continued to advance, but he was not confident he would be able to sustain such an illusion. Ssarak could fly, so his own life wouldn't be in danger if the bridge fell, but the others could not, and he could only realistically save one of them before impact. However, at the moment, he saw no compelling reason that they could not just agree to hand over the wagon, then kill them anyway once they were safely on land.\n\n*\"Perhaps we should agree to their demand, then kill them once we are off the bridge?\"*Ssarak suggested in a telepathic message to all of his allies except Alaira, due to her weakness to psychomancy.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira laughed as the flames went up. Even if there weren't any bandits in there, one thing was clear; she*loved*fire. She affixed her mace to her belt loop as she took stock of the increasingly bleak situation. Everything was on fire, she doubted that all of the caravan would survive (Who cares? not like there was anything important in those fucking wagons. Just some food and shit), and the bastards were gonna cut the rope. However, she had succeeded in creating the mother of all distractions. She pat Ssarak on the shoulder as she moved through the smoke, towards the water.**\"Make sure they don't see me...\"**She said as she reached the bank, leaping over with her Aeromancy. Now she was quiet, very quiet. She wasn't wearing her clanking armor and the whole place was**on fire**so they likely wouldn't notice her cross below the bridge, especially not with Ssarak helping her.\n\nShe crept up behind them, her time spent hunting made her quite stealthy when she wanted to be. Did she like it? no, she found it unfair, but they weren't exactly being fair themselves. Using all her strength, she grabbed them, pulling them back as hard as she could as she whipped around, throwing them to the ground as she readied her mace.**\"Here's a different plan! You fight me like men or die like cowards!\"**She shouted.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]
**Aramir** Her redundant check of her equipment was cut short by the arrival of their guide. She packed her gear and then walked or rode in the wagon, refusing to ride a horse. She did this for two reasons. One, she didn't know how to ride a horse. Two, there was no way that she was going to get on something that big (She, after all, only came to the horses' shin. Barely.) and try to make it go in the direction she wanted it to. She had all too vivid images of the horse flinging her off with a shake of its head, or a buck, or something, and then she'd go flying through the air and crash into the ground. No, she was perfectly fine walking, thank you very much. Though, she mildly regretted that decision when they had to travel past Tyrael's little warning to any more attacks on the College. Where those who had horses could merely trot a good distance up wind and away from it all, she was forced to stay behind and put up with it. Still, compared to most of her past hunting trips, this one was rather pleasant. No biting winds, no cold, no local wildlife that wanted to eat her that blended in perfectly with the background, all in all, things were quite nice. When they finally stopped, Aramir sat down on the ground, a little separate from most of the group. A familiar uneasiness was growing in her, as she realized that they were in mostly complete and utter silence, broken only by their guide talking, and the occasional quiet noise from the horses. As Eural described the Roc and its strength and weaknesses, she listened intently, feeling herself relax. This was familiar territory. This she could understand and work with. Thus, with a small note of relief in her voice, she asked her own questions. "How good is its hearing? How smart is it? Could it, for example, hear a small sound we might make approaching? Or see the ballista being aimed at it and recognize it immediately as a weapon and a threat? I assume we're going to approach it during twilight or night time if we find it at its nest. After all, it's better to not be seen by the angry bird that could kill us in a heartbeat." She paused for a moment, considering anything else that may be of use to know. "Is there a chance that there might be more than one Roc at the nest? Do they typically nest in pairs?"
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Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)
UserName: Rtron Age: 22 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None. She's amused herself by making sparks or small balls of fire, but that's about it. Race: Snow Elf Appearance:! Standing at two feet 11 inches and weighing 45lbs, Aramir considered herself on the taller side for a Snow Elf, and she was a little bit proud of that height...until she finally met others than those in her tribe that is. She has [Ice blue eyes](http://content.photos-room.com/previews/Cold_as_Ice_by_lorency.jpg), and matching tattoos on her left and right arms and on the left and right side of her face(seen in appearance). The golden tattoos(marking her tribe) stretch from below her eyes down to the edge of her collar bone, while the tattoos on her shoulder(marking her place in the tribe) go down her arm(occasionally splintering off in a jagged pattern, in a likeness to cracking ice, but still following a major path), till they split into five smaller line tattoos that end just behind her fingernails(with that same, but much smaller, occasional jagged pattern). The design on the back of her vest identifies her family in the tribe. Most of her hair is usually in a long plait. She has a scar on her side, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and twisted, and half a dozen of scars on her back, right over where her vest is sewn, as if someone had slashed at her back with a sword. Short Bio: Aramir's earliest memories are that of struggle. Struggle to survive, to not be one of the ones yearly claimed by the Plains. To become a useful member of her tribe, She was taught from a young age how to handle a bow, her path as a hunter already predetermined by her family. She would have to earn her arm tattoos, straight lines that extend down to her wrists and stop on her upper shoulders in a hook, to mark her as an apprentice hunter before she could earn the additions to her arms that marked her as a fully fledged hunter, and then the golden tattoos that marked her as a full member of the tribe. However, she nearly never got the chance to earn those tattoos with a stupid mistake that she made when she was 8. She had been practicing her archery(at a snowman hastily constructed while the family prepared the camp for the freezing night), when the howling wind suddenly changed, sending her arrow far beyond and to the left of her her target. Instead of telling someone where she was going, and keeping the camp always in sight, she set off to find the missing arrow. She couldn't afford to leave it, wood wasn't cheap to come by. She got caught up in her search, wandered too far, and by then it was too late. The eternal blizzard worsened, till she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. It was still largely day time, and all she could see was white. That didn't bother her. She saw unending white all the time. For what seemed like hours she walked in what she was hoping the direction she came from, towards the camp. Then, night fell. Aramir had always had an irrational fear of the darkness. Now it came straight to the fore. Time ceased to have meaning, and she couldn't have told you how long she walked. All she was aware of was sheer terror, sobbing, and frozen tears on her cheeks. She finally collapsed from exhaustion, and the snow began to pile over her. Though she didn't know it at the time, her pyromancy was the only thing that saved her from freezing to death, though it nearly killed her in the process, as she instinctively overused her mageblood to heat the snow cocoon she had made. When she next awoke, it was to complete darkness once more, and she began to panic again, trying to claw her way out of what she thought was a snow tomb. Which is exactly when a pair of feet crashed through her 'tomb' and nearly landed on her head. Her heat had weakened the snow above enough that a snow elf from her tribe to fall down into her cocoon. After the joy and relief that she was alive was over, the scolding and punishment began. Aramir was too relieved to be alive and back with her tribe to be ashamed. She never did recover from the sheer terror of darkness she possessed. At the age of 19 she finally gets her golden tattoos, three years after finishing her hunter tattoos. The year had been bad for the tribe. More members had died, all were hungry, and Aramir's group for the tattoo ceremony was the smallest that anyone could remember. There were mutterings that the tribe leader was leading them into disaster. Only from one or two members, the ones who felt the worst of the year. The next two years were successively worse and worse. The mutterings became talking. Then the talking became agreement. Finally the agreement became demands, shouting. The tribe began to divide into two camps. One still supporting the tribe leader, the other wanting him gone. Tension rose in the tribe, and shattered one night when Aramir and her friends went out hunting. They came back with a good catch, and were in high spirits. This would be the turning point of the succession of bad luck that had plagued the tribe for years. They could feel it. The Tribe leader himself came to congratulate them. As he was doing so, violence erupted. An arrow sprouted out of the Elf's chest. For a moment that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was nothing but silence. And then the killing began. Aramir had thought her friends calm, cool headed. She herself had disdained from picking either side, urging the two sides to reconcile in the face of the harsh Plains, and had thought her friends had done the same. They proved her wrong immediately when the fighting broke out. Before Aramir could even attempt to bring order to the chaos, someone tried to kill her, for nothing more than the markings on her vest. The howling of the blizzard masked the screams of the wounded and dying, the falling and overturned snow covered the blood and bodies quickly, and the nature of the Glacier Lands froze the hot blood that was spilled almost immediately. Aramir and a few others were the only survivors. The tribe had been destroyed. Her family, killed.Sometime during the fighting she had set fire to something with a blue ball of flames. Heedless of her wounds(a deep gash in her side, and half a dozen cuts on her back), she left taking only her bow, a quiver full of arrows, what supplies she could scavenge, and a couple of hunting knives, taken from the corpse of a friend. She had heard of the Twilight College, down to the far south, out of the Frozen Plains. Maybe they could teach her to control her flames. Maybe they could help her forget. It took her another year to find her way through the strange lands to the College. And while the physical wounds of her tribe's self-destruction healed, the emotional ones were only scabbed over, ready to break and bleed again at the slightest hint of over stretching. Good Attributes: Small:Though this can also be a disadvantage, she's very light, allowing her to go where heavier people are unable to follow. Archer:She's a master with her hunting bow, having used it from the time she could draw it to hunt in the harsh Plains(though, it is considerably weaker than a war bow). Hunter of the Plains:Aramir is also perceptive, a necessity when one is a hunter in the Glacier Lands, where the animals are all white in an unending white plain. Agile:She's nimble and quick(quite handy when one needs to climb quickly, or dodge an oncoming snow ball). Cold Blooded: She's comfortable in colder climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Bad Attributes: Weak:Obviously, she won't be any good in terms of strength(which stretches from simple tasks that require brute force to fighting in prolonged melee combat, and everything in between). Silent is the Night...:She's also very uncomfortable with silence or quiet places, used to the howling winds of the Frozen Plains. ...and the Dark hides it's terrors:She's terrified of complete darkness, barely tolerating shadows. Cold Blooded:She's uncomfortable in hotter climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Peacekeeper: She dislikes arguments, and while not going out of her way to stop them, will either stop the arguers if they carry on for too long or leave abruptly. Insomniac:She sleeps very little willingly, haunted by nightmares of her tribe tearing itself apart in front of her. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Darius stood at the entrance of the cave, his sword drawn. He tensed at Ssarak's warning, and almost as soon as it was said, they were set upon. Three of the creatures ran at him. Had these things been trained men, Darius would have been sorely outmatched. They were still going to be challenging, but he could do challenging. The one in the lead attacked without any anticipation, a savage overhead strike that he easily side-stepped. The second one crashed into the first and they went tumbling down in a heap. He frowned. Maybe not as challenging as he had thought. The third one ran past the first two and charged him. \n\nThe creature swung its arm back in preparation of an attack, but it never made it. Darius swung his sword into the creature's neck, nearly decapitating it with the swing. He tore his sword free and turned to the other two that had gotten up and were making their way towards him. When they were halfway to him, they flinched and squealed as flash of light lit the area. At Ssarak's statement, Darius took a deep breath, then ran forward and decapitated one of the creatures with one swing. He ducked under a swipe that was aimed for his head, and shoulder checked the last one, knocking it to the ground. He cleaved into its head as it was scrambling to its feet. \n\nAfter regaining control of his breathing, Darius watched as Alaira sprinted after something. She could either be chasing after shadows, or it could be the one who released these creatures. Speaking of. Darius walked over towards the last creature, which was crawling towards him, and quickly dispatched it. It was a good thing that there wasn't any more. Quickly dispatching the two creatures were taking its toll on him. His body was starting to ache. He must have gotten close to over exerting himself. With a sigh, he kept an eye out, watching for anything of interest. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLeith watched in horror as the elf screamed. He looked at his hand. It would have been a lot better if he had just crushed her head with it. What he had done. It was horrible. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the screaming stopped. She was dead. He brought a hand up to his head. He didn't deny that the elf needed to die, but he had made her suffer. It was a terrible feeling that he knew wouldn't leave him. \n\nWith a shuddering breath, he took a look at his surroundings. The forest was burning. The child was gone. Grey was retching by a broken down cart. The demon was gone, and Althalus was by Mar. Slowly, and with staggering steps, Leith made his way to Althalus and Mar. When he got to them, he unsteadily sat down. The adrenaline was wearing down and Leith started feeling the effects of the fight. \n\n\"That went downhill so fast.\" Leith said, his voice shaking.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" }, { "text": "Caravan Mission\n\nOne by one, the ghouls fell. The first that Ssarak struck down was dead upon impact. Darius slew one as it tried, in vain, to crush his head. Two more were caught by a blinding flash and cut down by Darius. But there was still once missing, one that was blinded by the light. But whereas the others merely flailed in place, this one ran until it's eyes could recover, and in doing so found shelter in the scant shades of the trees around the camp. That's when it saw Alaira snooping around, and seeing her as easy prey the ghoul lunged at her with great speed and startling silence.\n\nMean while the hooded man looked back at Ssarak as he was sneaking off. \"Curses! Damn that Psychomancer!\" He knew it was only a matter of time before the dragonoid would find him, even if he was invisible. The ghouls hardly proved to be worth a distraction as they were cut down with ease. And with Alaira hot on his tail the vampire needed to do something to throw her off. He doubt that she too was a psychomancer or she would have found him already, and hoping that she lacks wards to protect her mind she cast a spell at her, one that would create false noises away from the vampire. He than ran into the forest further, careful to avoid any branches or sticks to break underfoot. His breath was light, but he knew that he only had a few minutes worth of mageblood left. If the worse was to happen, that he was caught, he couldn't let his journal fall into their hands. He'd have to destroy it before they kill him.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": null } ]
Aramir The little blue snow Elf glanced about, a bit uncertain about how to go about rescuing all the carts herself. They had just crawled up a plateau and were now, somehow, supposed to get the carts down and past an angry Roc with minimal damage to them. Why. Why was I sent here.. Aramir thought, running a hand through her hair. She was a hunter not a cart driver. Looking about she saw very little options. There were some horses, but they were kept with other monsters and predators. She didn't think the four of them were enough to not only wrangle the horses and tie them to the carts but to fight off anything else they would release. It was looking more and more like they were going to have to push the carts down the plateau and hope they don't fall apart on the way down. Which wasn't really a plan at all. "Frankly? I don't know. We were sent up here to get the carts down, but the only way I can see to remove them is to push them down the Plateau and pray they don't break apart when they finally land. The Roc is probably going to be coming back soon. So, unless any of you have any ideas, pushing them down is the only way I see us getting off this rock and back to the College before we all become bird lunch." She glanced back at her two other companions. "Besides. We'd best get back to the others in a hurry. It does not sound like their mission against the Roc is going well at all."
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Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)
UserName: Rtron Age: 22 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None. She's amused herself by making sparks or small balls of fire, but that's about it. Race: Snow Elf Appearance:! Standing at two feet 11 inches and weighing 45lbs, Aramir considered herself on the taller side for a Snow Elf, and she was a little bit proud of that height...until she finally met others than those in her tribe that is. She has [Ice blue eyes](http://content.photos-room.com/previews/Cold_as_Ice_by_lorency.jpg), and matching tattoos on her left and right arms and on the left and right side of her face(seen in appearance). The golden tattoos(marking her tribe) stretch from below her eyes down to the edge of her collar bone, while the tattoos on her shoulder(marking her place in the tribe) go down her arm(occasionally splintering off in a jagged pattern, in a likeness to cracking ice, but still following a major path), till they split into five smaller line tattoos that end just behind her fingernails(with that same, but much smaller, occasional jagged pattern). The design on the back of her vest identifies her family in the tribe. Most of her hair is usually in a long plait. She has a scar on her side, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and twisted, and half a dozen of scars on her back, right over where her vest is sewn, as if someone had slashed at her back with a sword. Short Bio: Aramir's earliest memories are that of struggle. Struggle to survive, to not be one of the ones yearly claimed by the Plains. To become a useful member of her tribe, She was taught from a young age how to handle a bow, her path as a hunter already predetermined by her family. She would have to earn her arm tattoos, straight lines that extend down to her wrists and stop on her upper shoulders in a hook, to mark her as an apprentice hunter before she could earn the additions to her arms that marked her as a fully fledged hunter, and then the golden tattoos that marked her as a full member of the tribe. However, she nearly never got the chance to earn those tattoos with a stupid mistake that she made when she was 8. She had been practicing her archery(at a snowman hastily constructed while the family prepared the camp for the freezing night), when the howling wind suddenly changed, sending her arrow far beyond and to the left of her her target. Instead of telling someone where she was going, and keeping the camp always in sight, she set off to find the missing arrow. She couldn't afford to leave it, wood wasn't cheap to come by. She got caught up in her search, wandered too far, and by then it was too late. The eternal blizzard worsened, till she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. It was still largely day time, and all she could see was white. That didn't bother her. She saw unending white all the time. For what seemed like hours she walked in what she was hoping the direction she came from, towards the camp. Then, night fell. Aramir had always had an irrational fear of the darkness. Now it came straight to the fore. Time ceased to have meaning, and she couldn't have told you how long she walked. All she was aware of was sheer terror, sobbing, and frozen tears on her cheeks. She finally collapsed from exhaustion, and the snow began to pile over her. Though she didn't know it at the time, her pyromancy was the only thing that saved her from freezing to death, though it nearly killed her in the process, as she instinctively overused her mageblood to heat the snow cocoon she had made. When she next awoke, it was to complete darkness once more, and she began to panic again, trying to claw her way out of what she thought was a snow tomb. Which is exactly when a pair of feet crashed through her 'tomb' and nearly landed on her head. Her heat had weakened the snow above enough that a snow elf from her tribe to fall down into her cocoon. After the joy and relief that she was alive was over, the scolding and punishment began. Aramir was too relieved to be alive and back with her tribe to be ashamed. She never did recover from the sheer terror of darkness she possessed. At the age of 19 she finally gets her golden tattoos, three years after finishing her hunter tattoos. The year had been bad for the tribe. More members had died, all were hungry, and Aramir's group for the tattoo ceremony was the smallest that anyone could remember. There were mutterings that the tribe leader was leading them into disaster. Only from one or two members, the ones who felt the worst of the year. The next two years were successively worse and worse. The mutterings became talking. Then the talking became agreement. Finally the agreement became demands, shouting. The tribe began to divide into two camps. One still supporting the tribe leader, the other wanting him gone. Tension rose in the tribe, and shattered one night when Aramir and her friends went out hunting. They came back with a good catch, and were in high spirits. This would be the turning point of the succession of bad luck that had plagued the tribe for years. They could feel it. The Tribe leader himself came to congratulate them. As he was doing so, violence erupted. An arrow sprouted out of the Elf's chest. For a moment that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was nothing but silence. And then the killing began. Aramir had thought her friends calm, cool headed. She herself had disdained from picking either side, urging the two sides to reconcile in the face of the harsh Plains, and had thought her friends had done the same. They proved her wrong immediately when the fighting broke out. Before Aramir could even attempt to bring order to the chaos, someone tried to kill her, for nothing more than the markings on her vest. The howling of the blizzard masked the screams of the wounded and dying, the falling and overturned snow covered the blood and bodies quickly, and the nature of the Glacier Lands froze the hot blood that was spilled almost immediately. Aramir and a few others were the only survivors. The tribe had been destroyed. Her family, killed.Sometime during the fighting she had set fire to something with a blue ball of flames. Heedless of her wounds(a deep gash in her side, and half a dozen cuts on her back), she left taking only her bow, a quiver full of arrows, what supplies she could scavenge, and a couple of hunting knives, taken from the corpse of a friend. She had heard of the Twilight College, down to the far south, out of the Frozen Plains. Maybe they could teach her to control her flames. Maybe they could help her forget. It took her another year to find her way through the strange lands to the College. And while the physical wounds of her tribe's self-destruction healed, the emotional ones were only scabbed over, ready to break and bleed again at the slightest hint of over stretching. Good Attributes: Small:Though this can also be a disadvantage, she's very light, allowing her to go where heavier people are unable to follow. Archer:She's a master with her hunting bow, having used it from the time she could draw it to hunt in the harsh Plains(though, it is considerably weaker than a war bow). Hunter of the Plains:Aramir is also perceptive, a necessity when one is a hunter in the Glacier Lands, where the animals are all white in an unending white plain. Agile:She's nimble and quick(quite handy when one needs to climb quickly, or dodge an oncoming snow ball). Cold Blooded: She's comfortable in colder climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Bad Attributes: Weak:Obviously, she won't be any good in terms of strength(which stretches from simple tasks that require brute force to fighting in prolonged melee combat, and everything in between). Silent is the Night...:She's also very uncomfortable with silence or quiet places, used to the howling winds of the Frozen Plains. ...and the Dark hides it's terrors:She's terrified of complete darkness, barely tolerating shadows. Cold Blooded:She's uncomfortable in hotter climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Peacekeeper: She dislikes arguments, and while not going out of her way to stop them, will either stop the arguers if they carry on for too long or leave abruptly. Insomniac:She sleeps very little willingly, haunted by nightmares of her tribe tearing itself apart in front of her. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak did not have any more to add about the mission itself, but he did want to make sure Lucilia understood how much of a danger Alaria could be. She certainly had the potential to be a productive and helpful ally, but only if she could learn temperance in her actions. Ssarak nodded his head, but before they took their leave, he gave one final comment. \n\n\"Very well, and thank you, but you should be cautious with Alaira. She is an excellent fighter, but she is not an excellent warrior. Her skills will serve her well in one-on-one duels, or perhaps against a small group, depending on the skill of the enemy, but for anything more, she will be a liability. Her judgment could break allied formations, or otherwise give the enemy opportunities to exploit. If she were a warrior of my clan, she would not be allowed on the battlefield. Her skill in the mechanics of fighting is great, true, but if she is ever in a position that places the lives of others in her hands, she may very well get them killed. She needs more training, but, well, you saw her reaction towards me. It will have to be another who persuades her.\" Ssarak warned. \n\nAs Ssarak was about to leave the office, he noticed Lyn's basket still on the floor. Evidently, Alaira had taken her away before she could grab it. He notified Lucilia that he would take it to her, then left with Meirin. Once out in the hall, and sufficiently far from the office, Ssarak stopped to talk with Meirin. He let out a sign, his overall expression showing at least some measure of relief. After the stress they had been through over the past few days, it was calming to know that he had more responsibilities ahead of him for time being. At least, nothing aside from the daily routine. \n\n\"I suppose that went as well as it could have. Satori will bring forward word of Lucilia's transgressions in regards to Lyn, and hopefully, Lucilia will still heed our warning on Alaira. Since we did not say anything about Lyn, she will not have any particular reason to be angry with us. For now, I am simply glad to be free of these burdens. With all of that out of the way...I am looking forward to being able to spend time with you, without all of the stress and danger looming over us. Right now, I would like to bring this basket to Lyn, and perhaps do a favor for her as well. I was speaking to Lyn before, as you likely gathered. She is very developed for her age, her mind even moreso than her body. She has been worried about the depression plaguing her mother recently, and wants to talk to her. It is something she has never been able to do before, and I would like to help her. You do not have to come if you do not wish to, of course, but I would be happy to have you along. Even if you cannot read Lyn's mind, I am sure you could help. You do have a way of touching others' hearts. Though, hopefully not in the same way as mine.\" Ssarak said, giving a chuckle and a warm smile.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams\n\nE'nasha was pretty quiet as she went with the group back to the college, not really knowing what she could say anyway. When they got back, E'nasha wanted to go looking for El'kan right away, but decided it would probably be better to find whoever's in charge and tell them why she and El'kan were even there.\n\nShe was a little surprised when the dwarf offered a reward to her along with the rest of the group. Sure she had helped them, but not that much right? She took a yellow ring, because it seemed the simplest of the choices, but also the most useful to her. She wondered if it would work on finding people as well as items, and decided to test it later with El'kan. \n\nShe laughed a little at the scene between the two elves, and was about to ask one of the remaining group members for help, when one of them beat her to it. She introduced herself as Annabeth before running off, and the next girl that spoke to her was called Colette. \"I'm E'nasha, nice to meet you too. I suppose going to Lucilia first would be best, if she's busy I'll take you up on that tour though.\"", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" } ]
Aramir Aramir walked through the halls of the College, relieved to be back inside its walls and relatively safe from fears both imagined and real. There certainly wouldn't be any giant birds hunting her down any time soon, the College was practically constantly filled with noise, and shadows were always beat back by the torches. Not to mention, she had a new ring that would keep at bay any darkness long enough for her to find a more permanent solution. It wasn't hard for her to figure out where Auriel was going. There was only one place sure to be empty and have a lockable door, after all, and that was their room. The Snow Elf easily weaved through the groups of students, guards, and golems. Dodging the wayward staff or shin or sword sheathe was a second nature to her by now and she didn't pay the least bit attention to the various times she was nearly knocked over by those much bigger than her. Finally reaching the door to their room, Aramir tested the handle and was relieved to find that the door was still unlocked. She opened the door and shut it behind her quietly. Her eyes found Auriel, sulking, and she couldn't help smiling and shaking her head. It was slightly endearing to see Auriel go from shrieking rage to quiet sulk, much like a wildfire dying out. "Auriel." She called softly as she walked closer. "I have some good news and bad news." When she was finally within the Forest Elf's sight she pulled out the candy and shook it gently, the ring she had accidentally gotten while down Auriel's shirt glinting in the light(not that Aramir seemed to be aware of it). "This candy can make you appear normal until the rune of anti-thievery runs out and you naturally return to normal. An illusion candy I believe Rurik called it. That's the good news." Aramir smirked, a teasing tone entering her voice. "The bad news is I'm not entirely sure you'll learn your lesson if I just give it to you and allow you to take the short route to becoming normal. So you'll have to convince me it's a good idea to give it to you."
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Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)
UserName: Rtron Age: 22 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None. She's amused herself by making sparks or small balls of fire, but that's about it. Race: Snow Elf Appearance:! Standing at two feet 11 inches and weighing 45lbs, Aramir considered herself on the taller side for a Snow Elf, and she was a little bit proud of that height...until she finally met others than those in her tribe that is. She has [Ice blue eyes](http://content.photos-room.com/previews/Cold_as_Ice_by_lorency.jpg), and matching tattoos on her left and right arms and on the left and right side of her face(seen in appearance). The golden tattoos(marking her tribe) stretch from below her eyes down to the edge of her collar bone, while the tattoos on her shoulder(marking her place in the tribe) go down her arm(occasionally splintering off in a jagged pattern, in a likeness to cracking ice, but still following a major path), till they split into five smaller line tattoos that end just behind her fingernails(with that same, but much smaller, occasional jagged pattern). The design on the back of her vest identifies her family in the tribe. Most of her hair is usually in a long plait. She has a scar on her side, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and twisted, and half a dozen of scars on her back, right over where her vest is sewn, as if someone had slashed at her back with a sword. Short Bio: Aramir's earliest memories are that of struggle. Struggle to survive, to not be one of the ones yearly claimed by the Plains. To become a useful member of her tribe, She was taught from a young age how to handle a bow, her path as a hunter already predetermined by her family. She would have to earn her arm tattoos, straight lines that extend down to her wrists and stop on her upper shoulders in a hook, to mark her as an apprentice hunter before she could earn the additions to her arms that marked her as a fully fledged hunter, and then the golden tattoos that marked her as a full member of the tribe. However, she nearly never got the chance to earn those tattoos with a stupid mistake that she made when she was 8. She had been practicing her archery(at a snowman hastily constructed while the family prepared the camp for the freezing night), when the howling wind suddenly changed, sending her arrow far beyond and to the left of her her target. Instead of telling someone where she was going, and keeping the camp always in sight, she set off to find the missing arrow. She couldn't afford to leave it, wood wasn't cheap to come by. She got caught up in her search, wandered too far, and by then it was too late. The eternal blizzard worsened, till she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. It was still largely day time, and all she could see was white. That didn't bother her. She saw unending white all the time. For what seemed like hours she walked in what she was hoping the direction she came from, towards the camp. Then, night fell. Aramir had always had an irrational fear of the darkness. Now it came straight to the fore. Time ceased to have meaning, and she couldn't have told you how long she walked. All she was aware of was sheer terror, sobbing, and frozen tears on her cheeks. She finally collapsed from exhaustion, and the snow began to pile over her. Though she didn't know it at the time, her pyromancy was the only thing that saved her from freezing to death, though it nearly killed her in the process, as she instinctively overused her mageblood to heat the snow cocoon she had made. When she next awoke, it was to complete darkness once more, and she began to panic again, trying to claw her way out of what she thought was a snow tomb. Which is exactly when a pair of feet crashed through her 'tomb' and nearly landed on her head. Her heat had weakened the snow above enough that a snow elf from her tribe to fall down into her cocoon. After the joy and relief that she was alive was over, the scolding and punishment began. Aramir was too relieved to be alive and back with her tribe to be ashamed. She never did recover from the sheer terror of darkness she possessed. At the age of 19 she finally gets her golden tattoos, three years after finishing her hunter tattoos. The year had been bad for the tribe. More members had died, all were hungry, and Aramir's group for the tattoo ceremony was the smallest that anyone could remember. There were mutterings that the tribe leader was leading them into disaster. Only from one or two members, the ones who felt the worst of the year. The next two years were successively worse and worse. The mutterings became talking. Then the talking became agreement. Finally the agreement became demands, shouting. The tribe began to divide into two camps. One still supporting the tribe leader, the other wanting him gone. Tension rose in the tribe, and shattered one night when Aramir and her friends went out hunting. They came back with a good catch, and were in high spirits. This would be the turning point of the succession of bad luck that had plagued the tribe for years. They could feel it. The Tribe leader himself came to congratulate them. As he was doing so, violence erupted. An arrow sprouted out of the Elf's chest. For a moment that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was nothing but silence. And then the killing began. Aramir had thought her friends calm, cool headed. She herself had disdained from picking either side, urging the two sides to reconcile in the face of the harsh Plains, and had thought her friends had done the same. They proved her wrong immediately when the fighting broke out. Before Aramir could even attempt to bring order to the chaos, someone tried to kill her, for nothing more than the markings on her vest. The howling of the blizzard masked the screams of the wounded and dying, the falling and overturned snow covered the blood and bodies quickly, and the nature of the Glacier Lands froze the hot blood that was spilled almost immediately. Aramir and a few others were the only survivors. The tribe had been destroyed. Her family, killed.Sometime during the fighting she had set fire to something with a blue ball of flames. Heedless of her wounds(a deep gash in her side, and half a dozen cuts on her back), she left taking only her bow, a quiver full of arrows, what supplies she could scavenge, and a couple of hunting knives, taken from the corpse of a friend. She had heard of the Twilight College, down to the far south, out of the Frozen Plains. Maybe they could teach her to control her flames. Maybe they could help her forget. It took her another year to find her way through the strange lands to the College. And while the physical wounds of her tribe's self-destruction healed, the emotional ones were only scabbed over, ready to break and bleed again at the slightest hint of over stretching. Good Attributes: Small:Though this can also be a disadvantage, she's very light, allowing her to go where heavier people are unable to follow. Archer:She's a master with her hunting bow, having used it from the time she could draw it to hunt in the harsh Plains(though, it is considerably weaker than a war bow). Hunter of the Plains:Aramir is also perceptive, a necessity when one is a hunter in the Glacier Lands, where the animals are all white in an unending white plain. Agile:She's nimble and quick(quite handy when one needs to climb quickly, or dodge an oncoming snow ball). Cold Blooded: She's comfortable in colder climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Bad Attributes: Weak:Obviously, she won't be any good in terms of strength(which stretches from simple tasks that require brute force to fighting in prolonged melee combat, and everything in between). Silent is the Night...:She's also very uncomfortable with silence or quiet places, used to the howling winds of the Frozen Plains. ...and the Dark hides it's terrors:She's terrified of complete darkness, barely tolerating shadows. Cold Blooded:She's uncomfortable in hotter climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Peacekeeper: She dislikes arguments, and while not going out of her way to stop them, will either stop the arguers if they carry on for too long or leave abruptly. Insomniac:She sleeps very little willingly, haunted by nightmares of her tribe tearing itself apart in front of her. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Summer Flores\n\nSummer gasped when she heard what her friend said. I'm her short time at school she learned a lot about many creatures. She knew these things were vicious, especially when something they cared or loved about was killed. She got away from the creature before it could attack her. \n\nSummer looked around at the ground knowing these creatures could come out of the ground and she had no idea if there was more than one. Suddenly the ground under her left foot collapsed and she moved on time as a younger paich came up attacking her leg scratching her. \n\n\"Ah\" she yelled in pain. She held out her hand as it howled green as she used a a growth spell she learned in her class to trap it making it more pissed off at her. She knew in her heart she could never kill a creature from nature, but at least she could stop it from hurting her. She looked to her friends and but her lip. She looked around for things to use to help them.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Summer Flores" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams Lyn's Hunt\n\nE'nasha froze at first at the sound of growling around them, the Creature's howl breaking her paralysis as she bent and scooped a handful of tree nuts, seeds, off the ground. Good thing she'd been studying so much before this. As Keri drew a sword, E'nasha watched the shadows, waiting for the creatures to appear. Soon enough one did, charging right at her from the shadows. \n\nActing quickly, She threw a couple of the seeds towards it, causing them to sprout and grow into full-sized trees right in front of the creature, effectively blocking it from reaching her. In the next moment, a thud behind her made her turn to see another one about to attack Keri. Luckily, its hind foot was placed just right that E'nasha was able to manipulate a tree's root to wrap around and possibly trip the creature before it could reach the vampire. \"And now, we should probably start running.\"", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" } ]
Aramir "Caution? Who needs caution? Lets just charge into the middle of the pack, that seems like a perfectly intelligent idea." Aramir muttered under her breath, pulling back her bow and aiming carefully at the writhing mess. At this distance, with this many enemies, she couldn't mess. However, she didn't want to accidentally hit Myrn or Colette or her little bat demon either. There was a rhythm to the chaos. Packs never moved unorganized. "And...there!" She let loose an arrow, and another. She was careful to make sure that Myrn was moving in the opposite direction. She hoped Colette wasn't in the way and she couldn't see her little bat either. She only hoped that she didn't hit any of her allies or the stone wall. She only had finite amount of arrows and she didn't want to go breaking any. Making new ones was a pain. "Come down to the Catacombs, they said. Investigate some rumors, they said. Nothing major, they said." She muttered under her breath, drawing and firing another arrow in an automatic motion, her hands a blue blur. E'docsil. The bat flew over the battle, stopping only briefly to examine who all was there. Satisfied with her examination, she flew on after the Esyire and the Demonomancy master. Slade, Mackendrick, and co. Tendrils of shadows leapt out from the shade cast by the trees, several grabbing each harpy. With vicious yanks and twisting, the monsters were ripped in various pieces. Slade's version of being drawn and quartered. The shadow man strode past the gore, giggling to himself as he picked up a shoulder and arm of a Harpy and ate it, swallowing it in one gulp. If you do not have the courage to kill her yourself, my servants will do it and you can slither away in shame back to your tribe. Chessmaster's voice whispered in Ellys's ear, as Mackendrick and the three new pawns walked past her, heading towards Lyn. Leith They are here. Prepare yourself! The ring warned.
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Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)
UserName: Rtron Age: 22 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None. She's amused herself by making sparks or small balls of fire, but that's about it. Race: Snow Elf Appearance:! Standing at two feet 11 inches and weighing 45lbs, Aramir considered herself on the taller side for a Snow Elf, and she was a little bit proud of that height...until she finally met others than those in her tribe that is. She has [Ice blue eyes](http://content.photos-room.com/previews/Cold_as_Ice_by_lorency.jpg), and matching tattoos on her left and right arms and on the left and right side of her face(seen in appearance). The golden tattoos(marking her tribe) stretch from below her eyes down to the edge of her collar bone, while the tattoos on her shoulder(marking her place in the tribe) go down her arm(occasionally splintering off in a jagged pattern, in a likeness to cracking ice, but still following a major path), till they split into five smaller line tattoos that end just behind her fingernails(with that same, but much smaller, occasional jagged pattern). The design on the back of her vest identifies her family in the tribe. Most of her hair is usually in a long plait. She has a scar on her side, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and twisted, and half a dozen of scars on her back, right over where her vest is sewn, as if someone had slashed at her back with a sword. Short Bio: Aramir's earliest memories are that of struggle. Struggle to survive, to not be one of the ones yearly claimed by the Plains. To become a useful member of her tribe, She was taught from a young age how to handle a bow, her path as a hunter already predetermined by her family. She would have to earn her arm tattoos, straight lines that extend down to her wrists and stop on her upper shoulders in a hook, to mark her as an apprentice hunter before she could earn the additions to her arms that marked her as a fully fledged hunter, and then the golden tattoos that marked her as a full member of the tribe. However, she nearly never got the chance to earn those tattoos with a stupid mistake that she made when she was 8. She had been practicing her archery(at a snowman hastily constructed while the family prepared the camp for the freezing night), when the howling wind suddenly changed, sending her arrow far beyond and to the left of her her target. Instead of telling someone where she was going, and keeping the camp always in sight, she set off to find the missing arrow. She couldn't afford to leave it, wood wasn't cheap to come by. She got caught up in her search, wandered too far, and by then it was too late. The eternal blizzard worsened, till she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. It was still largely day time, and all she could see was white. That didn't bother her. She saw unending white all the time. For what seemed like hours she walked in what she was hoping the direction she came from, towards the camp. Then, night fell. Aramir had always had an irrational fear of the darkness. Now it came straight to the fore. Time ceased to have meaning, and she couldn't have told you how long she walked. All she was aware of was sheer terror, sobbing, and frozen tears on her cheeks. She finally collapsed from exhaustion, and the snow began to pile over her. Though she didn't know it at the time, her pyromancy was the only thing that saved her from freezing to death, though it nearly killed her in the process, as she instinctively overused her mageblood to heat the snow cocoon she had made. When she next awoke, it was to complete darkness once more, and she began to panic again, trying to claw her way out of what she thought was a snow tomb. Which is exactly when a pair of feet crashed through her 'tomb' and nearly landed on her head. Her heat had weakened the snow above enough that a snow elf from her tribe to fall down into her cocoon. After the joy and relief that she was alive was over, the scolding and punishment began. Aramir was too relieved to be alive and back with her tribe to be ashamed. She never did recover from the sheer terror of darkness she possessed. At the age of 19 she finally gets her golden tattoos, three years after finishing her hunter tattoos. The year had been bad for the tribe. More members had died, all were hungry, and Aramir's group for the tattoo ceremony was the smallest that anyone could remember. There were mutterings that the tribe leader was leading them into disaster. Only from one or two members, the ones who felt the worst of the year. The next two years were successively worse and worse. The mutterings became talking. Then the talking became agreement. Finally the agreement became demands, shouting. The tribe began to divide into two camps. One still supporting the tribe leader, the other wanting him gone. Tension rose in the tribe, and shattered one night when Aramir and her friends went out hunting. They came back with a good catch, and were in high spirits. This would be the turning point of the succession of bad luck that had plagued the tribe for years. They could feel it. The Tribe leader himself came to congratulate them. As he was doing so, violence erupted. An arrow sprouted out of the Elf's chest. For a moment that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was nothing but silence. And then the killing began. Aramir had thought her friends calm, cool headed. She herself had disdained from picking either side, urging the two sides to reconcile in the face of the harsh Plains, and had thought her friends had done the same. They proved her wrong immediately when the fighting broke out. Before Aramir could even attempt to bring order to the chaos, someone tried to kill her, for nothing more than the markings on her vest. The howling of the blizzard masked the screams of the wounded and dying, the falling and overturned snow covered the blood and bodies quickly, and the nature of the Glacier Lands froze the hot blood that was spilled almost immediately. Aramir and a few others were the only survivors. The tribe had been destroyed. Her family, killed.Sometime during the fighting she had set fire to something with a blue ball of flames. Heedless of her wounds(a deep gash in her side, and half a dozen cuts on her back), she left taking only her bow, a quiver full of arrows, what supplies she could scavenge, and a couple of hunting knives, taken from the corpse of a friend. She had heard of the Twilight College, down to the far south, out of the Frozen Plains. Maybe they could teach her to control her flames. Maybe they could help her forget. It took her another year to find her way through the strange lands to the College. And while the physical wounds of her tribe's self-destruction healed, the emotional ones were only scabbed over, ready to break and bleed again at the slightest hint of over stretching. Good Attributes: Small:Though this can also be a disadvantage, she's very light, allowing her to go where heavier people are unable to follow. Archer:She's a master with her hunting bow, having used it from the time she could draw it to hunt in the harsh Plains(though, it is considerably weaker than a war bow). Hunter of the Plains:Aramir is also perceptive, a necessity when one is a hunter in the Glacier Lands, where the animals are all white in an unending white plain. Agile:She's nimble and quick(quite handy when one needs to climb quickly, or dodge an oncoming snow ball). Cold Blooded: She's comfortable in colder climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Bad Attributes: Weak:Obviously, she won't be any good in terms of strength(which stretches from simple tasks that require brute force to fighting in prolonged melee combat, and everything in between). Silent is the Night...:She's also very uncomfortable with silence or quiet places, used to the howling winds of the Frozen Plains. ...and the Dark hides it's terrors:She's terrified of complete darkness, barely tolerating shadows. Cold Blooded:She's uncomfortable in hotter climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Peacekeeper: She dislikes arguments, and while not going out of her way to stop them, will either stop the arguers if they carry on for too long or leave abruptly. Insomniac:She sleeps very little willingly, haunted by nightmares of her tribe tearing itself apart in front of her. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Cosh: Alpha (Last one)\n\nThe armored man shot backwards. His boots thumping the ground and drawing backwards, the cosh unable to see if he was stumbling or remained standing after the clash with the paw. His claws made a loud screeching sound when it smacked into the surface before he retracted it, his head turned toward Keri and readied to attack him. His ear flickered when the knight came charging in again. The joints in the armor and heavy metal making a loud sound too difficult to ignore causing the Alpha's head to jerk in his direction, two things happening at almost the same time. \n\nJenna's arrow skirted past the beast's neck, nicking the top as it embedded into the ground behind him. The Alpha had fallen back, hard, upon all fours to react against Deven and pivot on his left arm to bring him to the knight's side which was likely to be exposed by the swing. A fresh, red gash streaked his black and white coat causing the animal to snarl. His eyes narrowed while he fought the pain swelling in his body from the strike, then shot forward less than a moment when the words left Deven's mouth. \n\n\"Eyes on me you bit bastard!\"\n\nThe cosh's body low and fast, the beast meeting the knight halfway in his charge. He managed to hit right before he could bring down his weapon, the attack stopped moments after it was finished perparing itself. The cosh's arms reached about the knees and was about to jerk them out from under Deven unless he did something, the wolf like feline's weight pushed into Deven, intending to shove the man off balance. The creature's head would nudged, firmly underneath Deven's side where the attack was coming from and preventing his head from being slashed by the attack. \n\nIf Deven had chosen to brace himself instead of swing, the man would've had better footing to withstand the charge and remain upright. Otherwise, he would find it difficult to remain upright even with the power he put into the propelling attack. \n\nThe knight's armor was frustrating to the beast. It protected, even if it slowed him, and prevented the creature from ripping him to pieces and moving onto the bitch that brought him here. The one that crossed into his territory, challenged his authority and refused to leave his turf. \n\nPain rippled through the Cosh again when the vampire's weapon raked across his face. Long, thin red line appeared as the vampire darted in then back out while the beast was entangled with the knight. The animal couldn't detangle or risk the man slicing him with the sword or worse, drawing an irritated snarl. His hind legs shifted, his weight increased against the man (unless he detangled) to use him as a shield against the woman wielding arrows. \n\nIf anyone was quick and sharp of sight, they might've spotted Helena's wire framed glasses dangerously near the Cosh's right leg and about to be crushed under the struggle.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\nKeri felt the flesh give away as the sword continued forward. Crimson red slowly starting to seep out from the thin line. Smell of blood tainting the air, as if making a promise for revenge. A new sound added to the mix as the vampire step away from the enemy, like something giving up, underneath her weight. Finally the girl stopped moving just a foot away. Grass shifting told that she didn't have time to figure out what it was.\n\nThe sight in front of Keri was rather... Odd. The armored human looked as if he was entangled with the creature. Though the beast didn't make an attempt to move. Usually the girl would raise and eyebrow and tilt her head but not at this moment. For now the Alpha seemed grasped and the look on his face showed it. The vampire gripped her sword tightly as she lowered towards the ground.One, two, and three. Then off Keri dashed.\n\nThe sword was low to the ground, as if she was dragging it, though it was for a purpose. Once she was close to the leg she slashed upwards. In theory this would have hit the leg along with towards the side. That was if this had worked they way the girl planned. During the attack the vampire released a hiss showing the monster who attacked him. This hopefully give the woman time to rearrange herself for a better shot while the girl took a step backwards with a smug smirk on her lips.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]
Knight "No, you are a coward who forces me to attack weaklings!" The Knight snarled, turning around. Immediately he was hit from all sides by water balls, the unexpected attack forcing him to one knee with a grunt, which quickly turned into a roar of anger. "Enough!" He scraped his shield against a part of his keg armor, causing a brief, weak, magical pulse to go off. He looked up, another curse of anger upon his lips, when he saw the flying dragon and his cowardly opponent both coming at him at highly dangerous speeds. His curse of anger turned into a shout of alarm, his shield snapping up in time to take the sword hilt. He was sent flying backwards, crashing through tree. "Gods Damn you!" He snarled, clambering to his feet. Other than favoring his shield arm, he seemed unharmed. "I only ask to slay the foul creations of Aarem, and you refuse me! You are heretics in the eyes of the Gods! Blasphemers!" He continued to rant as he clambered to his feet, sharpened shield at the ready. Aramir The Snow Elf picked herself and her bow and quiver up, heading up the stairs, exhausted from her repulsion of the Ridgehounds. So tired. So damned tired. Stupid Tyrael. Stupid Naga. Stupid Ridgehounds. Stupid lack of communication and teamwork. She thought wearily, longing for her bed. Of course, that's when Annabeth's warning reached her. Aramir didn't think, she didn't pause. In a moment she was running as fast up the stairs as she could, stumbling as she ran into Sam. "Elixir! I need an elixir!" She demanded, eyes wide with panic. One or more of her tribe was in danger and she needed to go help them right now. The old man quickly handed her what she wanted and she took off, hastily gulping it down as she ran and tossing the bottle to the side. Energy rushed through her and she ran as fast as her small form was able. I'm going to collapse after this Elixir wears off. She thought, somewhat distractedly. She was already through the trees, heading towards the sounds of combat. It won't matter. When I find whomever is attacking my tribe, I'll kill them.
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Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)
UserName: Rtron Age: 22 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None. She's amused herself by making sparks or small balls of fire, but that's about it. Race: Snow Elf Appearance:! Standing at two feet 11 inches and weighing 45lbs, Aramir considered herself on the taller side for a Snow Elf, and she was a little bit proud of that height...until she finally met others than those in her tribe that is. She has [Ice blue eyes](http://content.photos-room.com/previews/Cold_as_Ice_by_lorency.jpg), and matching tattoos on her left and right arms and on the left and right side of her face(seen in appearance). The golden tattoos(marking her tribe) stretch from below her eyes down to the edge of her collar bone, while the tattoos on her shoulder(marking her place in the tribe) go down her arm(occasionally splintering off in a jagged pattern, in a likeness to cracking ice, but still following a major path), till they split into five smaller line tattoos that end just behind her fingernails(with that same, but much smaller, occasional jagged pattern). The design on the back of her vest identifies her family in the tribe. Most of her hair is usually in a long plait. She has a scar on her side, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and twisted, and half a dozen of scars on her back, right over where her vest is sewn, as if someone had slashed at her back with a sword. Short Bio: Aramir's earliest memories are that of struggle. Struggle to survive, to not be one of the ones yearly claimed by the Plains. To become a useful member of her tribe, She was taught from a young age how to handle a bow, her path as a hunter already predetermined by her family. She would have to earn her arm tattoos, straight lines that extend down to her wrists and stop on her upper shoulders in a hook, to mark her as an apprentice hunter before she could earn the additions to her arms that marked her as a fully fledged hunter, and then the golden tattoos that marked her as a full member of the tribe. However, she nearly never got the chance to earn those tattoos with a stupid mistake that she made when she was 8. She had been practicing her archery(at a snowman hastily constructed while the family prepared the camp for the freezing night), when the howling wind suddenly changed, sending her arrow far beyond and to the left of her her target. Instead of telling someone where she was going, and keeping the camp always in sight, she set off to find the missing arrow. She couldn't afford to leave it, wood wasn't cheap to come by. She got caught up in her search, wandered too far, and by then it was too late. The eternal blizzard worsened, till she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. It was still largely day time, and all she could see was white. That didn't bother her. She saw unending white all the time. For what seemed like hours she walked in what she was hoping the direction she came from, towards the camp. Then, night fell. Aramir had always had an irrational fear of the darkness. Now it came straight to the fore. Time ceased to have meaning, and she couldn't have told you how long she walked. All she was aware of was sheer terror, sobbing, and frozen tears on her cheeks. She finally collapsed from exhaustion, and the snow began to pile over her. Though she didn't know it at the time, her pyromancy was the only thing that saved her from freezing to death, though it nearly killed her in the process, as she instinctively overused her mageblood to heat the snow cocoon she had made. When she next awoke, it was to complete darkness once more, and she began to panic again, trying to claw her way out of what she thought was a snow tomb. Which is exactly when a pair of feet crashed through her 'tomb' and nearly landed on her head. Her heat had weakened the snow above enough that a snow elf from her tribe to fall down into her cocoon. After the joy and relief that she was alive was over, the scolding and punishment began. Aramir was too relieved to be alive and back with her tribe to be ashamed. She never did recover from the sheer terror of darkness she possessed. At the age of 19 she finally gets her golden tattoos, three years after finishing her hunter tattoos. The year had been bad for the tribe. More members had died, all were hungry, and Aramir's group for the tattoo ceremony was the smallest that anyone could remember. There were mutterings that the tribe leader was leading them into disaster. Only from one or two members, the ones who felt the worst of the year. The next two years were successively worse and worse. The mutterings became talking. Then the talking became agreement. Finally the agreement became demands, shouting. The tribe began to divide into two camps. One still supporting the tribe leader, the other wanting him gone. Tension rose in the tribe, and shattered one night when Aramir and her friends went out hunting. They came back with a good catch, and were in high spirits. This would be the turning point of the succession of bad luck that had plagued the tribe for years. They could feel it. The Tribe leader himself came to congratulate them. As he was doing so, violence erupted. An arrow sprouted out of the Elf's chest. For a moment that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was nothing but silence. And then the killing began. Aramir had thought her friends calm, cool headed. She herself had disdained from picking either side, urging the two sides to reconcile in the face of the harsh Plains, and had thought her friends had done the same. They proved her wrong immediately when the fighting broke out. Before Aramir could even attempt to bring order to the chaos, someone tried to kill her, for nothing more than the markings on her vest. The howling of the blizzard masked the screams of the wounded and dying, the falling and overturned snow covered the blood and bodies quickly, and the nature of the Glacier Lands froze the hot blood that was spilled almost immediately. Aramir and a few others were the only survivors. The tribe had been destroyed. Her family, killed.Sometime during the fighting she had set fire to something with a blue ball of flames. Heedless of her wounds(a deep gash in her side, and half a dozen cuts on her back), she left taking only her bow, a quiver full of arrows, what supplies she could scavenge, and a couple of hunting knives, taken from the corpse of a friend. She had heard of the Twilight College, down to the far south, out of the Frozen Plains. Maybe they could teach her to control her flames. Maybe they could help her forget. It took her another year to find her way through the strange lands to the College. And while the physical wounds of her tribe's self-destruction healed, the emotional ones were only scabbed over, ready to break and bleed again at the slightest hint of over stretching. Good Attributes: Small:Though this can also be a disadvantage, she's very light, allowing her to go where heavier people are unable to follow. Archer:She's a master with her hunting bow, having used it from the time she could draw it to hunt in the harsh Plains(though, it is considerably weaker than a war bow). Hunter of the Plains:Aramir is also perceptive, a necessity when one is a hunter in the Glacier Lands, where the animals are all white in an unending white plain. Agile:She's nimble and quick(quite handy when one needs to climb quickly, or dodge an oncoming snow ball). Cold Blooded: She's comfortable in colder climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Bad Attributes: Weak:Obviously, she won't be any good in terms of strength(which stretches from simple tasks that require brute force to fighting in prolonged melee combat, and everything in between). Silent is the Night...:She's also very uncomfortable with silence or quiet places, used to the howling winds of the Frozen Plains. ...and the Dark hides it's terrors:She's terrified of complete darkness, barely tolerating shadows. Cold Blooded:She's uncomfortable in hotter climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Peacekeeper: She dislikes arguments, and while not going out of her way to stop them, will either stop the arguers if they carry on for too long or leave abruptly. Insomniac:She sleeps very little willingly, haunted by nightmares of her tribe tearing itself apart in front of her. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "---\n\n\n\nElise was walking along the path to reach the Twilight College. She was nervous in going to a place with tons of new people to meet and made her walk a bit slower than normal. She was pacing herself to make sure she wasn't going to get exhausted. \"I-I w-want t-to l-learn… more complex stuff...,\" Elise thought to herself, with a slight nervousness to her movement. She raised her head to see if she was any closer to the Twilight College and she saw it in the distance. She opened her mouth in shock and awe, it was imposing but it was in a permanent twilight and it was beautiful.\n\nElise was walking at quicker pace to reach the entrance of the Twilight College. Her curiosity made her mind wander in what she was going to see in it. She didn't want to run since she would probably trip on her own two feet and fall on her face. It took her about fifteen minutes to reach the entrance of the Twilight College and stared at the gates for awhile since her nervousness was getting to her. \"I-I'm n-nervous…,\" Elise thought to herself, with her sight onto the college's entrance. Her nerves were on edge and started to walk into the entrance, and noticed someone walking ahead of her. Her curiosity got the better of her and wondered how long this person arrived at the college, before her. She had a gentle smile on her face, and noticed something that caught her attention, a black cat keeping up with the man she noticed. \n\nElise's eyes brightened up and tried to hold in her excitement at seeing a kitty cat that was adorable. She was nervous around others, but wasn't really paying attention to where she was walking and tripped on her own two feet and fell on the surface of the ground. \"O-Owwie…,\" Elise said, blushing and embarrassed for falling on her face. She slowly got up off the ground and dusted herself off and carefully walked and paid attention to her surroundings this time around. \n\nShe was impressed with the school's grand scale over her hometown of Cander Village. She glanced at the person in front of her and she could see black bird like wings and this made her interested. \"H-Hi s-sir, y-you h-have a-a n-nice k-kitty c-cat,\" Elise conveyed her voice loudly, towards the one in front of her but she was stuttering and was blushing at the same time.", "username": "Landaus Five-One", "char_name": "The Cander Village" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nHaving placed the crates at his back, Ssarak could focus on his front and sides. He had knowingly placed himself in the middle of the enemy, so he knew he would have to place his focus solely on defense for the time being. For the entire time he was landing, he had been identifying every individual he could. Once his allies were in the fray, he would be free to join them in a counterattack. \n\nIt was plain to see those in front of him. He could see where they were, and could estimate how long it would take for them to sprint at him, if they were so inclined. As such, he knew he could take a quick glance around at any other threats. The room was dark, but just for a moment, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and being a soldier, Ssarak reacted. He rotated around his shield to try and deflect or absorb any incoming threat, and faced himself such that he put his armor to its best use. \n\nSsarak had made himself appear white-scaled, like an Esyire of Lux mageblood. Pushing his hand forward, Ssarak unleashed a wave of illusory flames all around him. The \"attack\" was short-ranged, and intended to deter too many of his opponents from approaching him at once. Not to mention, it would obscure the vision of any ranged threats.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]
Sansar, Yarosmere The King looked at Darius, smiling slightly. "It came about very simply, Darius. The people were tired of being pinned beneath a caste system that afforded luxuries to those on the top and gave nothing to those on the bottom. The people were tired of monsters being allowed to live in our lands. The people were tired of uncaring gods ignoring their pleas and letting the injustices continue. The tinder was all there. I just provided the spark that burned the rotted corpse of the old Yarosmere to ash. The Sand God protects all of his children, unlike the so-called Gods that are worshipped across Tiien. There are a few elements that cling to the old ways, but on the whole Yarosmere is better off." He merely tilted his head at E'nasha. "Personal indeed. Before I became the Prophet, and eventually The King, I was A'dul. Born in a small, starving, village farther towards the cost." The King's eyes suddenly took a far away look, and his lips began moving silently as if he was talking to himself. Aramir began to feel uneasy, shifting her seat backwards. The King began to be more animated, energetic in his quiet muttering. He appeared to be arguing silently with someone, before his shoulders slumped. He looked at them with steely resignation in his eyes, the air of someone about to do something they had too. "Grab your stone." Aramir muttered to whoever could hear her. She really didn't like this. "As much as I would enjoy continuing this conversation, the God has spoken to me." Aramir shifted her seat back even farther. "Grab your stone." She repeated, louder. The King stood, making a proclamation. "The College is no longer welcome in Yarosmere. You will be killed on sight, and I see and control everything in this country." "Grab the stone!" Aramir shot to her feet as the King lifted his hand. Rather than ordering the guards to kill them, however, he merely lightly gestured. Everyone in the room, excluding the College students and Yolin, froze in place. "You will be killed if you try to challenge me." Everyone drew a knife or similarly bladed object, putting them to their necks. "Someone activate their stone!" Aramir cried out, drawing her bow, as Mar hissed at the King, fangs bared. The King's face twisted with hatred, quickly mastered. "You brought a monster in my presence, cleverly hidden. I see now, why the God warned me of you. If you return, you will die. And you will die by your own hands." He dropped his arm down in a chopping motion, and everyone obeyed, slicing their throats in perfect unison. Yolin idly stepped back, avoiding a spray, even as he began to move towards Mar. He stopped as Aramir's bow was trained on him. "For the love of the gods, someone use their stone!" The King's eyes were cold and merciless. "Flee. I will not give you this chance again."
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Alaira Taenn
Age: Appears to be in her Mid-twenties, but she's actually in her early forties. Mageblood Type: Clima. Favored Magic Class: Alaira favors Electromancy, but she also studies Aeromancy. Previous Magic Training: A fair amount of College schooling has put her at an Intermediate level. Race: Half-Forest Elf, a few might say she's half ogre with that build of hers, but that's a good way to get decked. Appearance: Alaira stands at an impressive 7' 8", tall even for her kind. And she's not just tall, she possesses an impressively muscular physique. She can appear deceptively thin thanks to her height, but she's a giant to be sure, and there is a tremendous amount of power in that frame. Her breasts aren't very large, a blessing in many ways and a curse in a few others. A larger bust wouldn't be very nice to have for a woman of her type, they'd just get in the way, and wearing a binder under her armor wouldn't be very comfortable... Then again, she very much doesn't like being mistaken for a man, and she has several insecurities besides. Nonetheless, it's a sensitive issue and best not brought up at all, lest one wishes to start an impromptu brawl. It doesn't happen often though, as thanks to her wider hips and shapely rear her figure remains quite feminine. From the neck down her darker flesh is marred by all manner of scars however, many small gashes from razor-like claws and burns from an acidic creature... It's basically all scar tissue. Her face remains free of scars, however... Why? Well, during a demon assault she had once fought a certain demon, all claws and acidic ooze. Her Pyrrhic victory over the creature left her a broken mess... And her face was the worst of it, most of it was just... gone. However, thanks to the... 'generous' flesh donation of a student that had died in the battle, they were able to fix up her face so she wouldn't have to worry overmuch about disfiguring scars. But, they were unable to do cosmetic fixes to the rest of her at the time on account of the massive amount of wounded. This experience was very traumatizing for her, and among her many insecurities this is among the worst. As for her features, the sculptors admittedly made her face look a little better... Her features are attractive, with beautiful electric blue eyes, full lips, and good bone structure in general. She has a strong jaw, and her pointed ears peek some from her dark brown hair. Said hair is usually somewhat unkempt, combed now and then less for looks and more for maintenance. She's recently cut her hair (using the 'grab a bundle of it and slice with knife' method), and it now reaches just above her shoulders. Her voice bears special mention, as she really does have a beautiful, melodic voice. Unfortunately, it's usually twisted into an angry growl... So when she speaks more softly it can come as quite a surprise. Alaira owns a fairly impressive suit of Fortite armor, which originally belonged to her mother (Although it did require a slight reforging, given that Alaira is two feet taller than her mother was). It's Pearl-pink color often leads to ridicule when she is seen in it among the more... terminally stupid members of society, but she's quite fond of it anyway. The plate-armor's most defining feature is the Silver trim inlaid among the plates, as well as the imagery of stars and constellations engraved and inlaid with yet more silver. Her spear is an incredibly well-made weapon, despite it's steel construction. One began with a hollow tube for about half of the inside of the haft. At the bottom was a wider, hollow segment where the 'Batteries' were stored, and on the other hand, the spearhead would be fit. Inside the tube was a rod of solid gold, about a quarter-inch in diameter. Between the rod and the tube a sort of non-conductive resin was poured, and then the tube was fitted onto a half-cored oaken haft, locked in place once the spearhead was screwed on and welded. The oak had been carved with lightning-bolt shaped channels and blackened, with pewter poured in and polished once it had set, silver bolts on a black background. The whole thing was then varnished and sealed with more resin. The result? A weapon she could fire her magic through, and even amplify it in some cases. Bio: Alaira is a strange example of a half-elf. She's a veritable giant, and apart from that she possesses an aggressive demeanor fit for an Orc. As for her actual past, it's shrouded in mystery. People don't ask often, and when they do, she prefers not to talk about it... and the things she HAS said seem to contradict eachother. What's known and generally agreed upon is that at a young age, some disaster of some kind destroyed her small village. She was the sole survivor, and was taken in by an older man of the mountains, who trained her to better use her anger to deadly effect. When he passed away, she found work as a mercenary, wandering the world and getting in fights for coin. Eventually though, she simply couldn't really live off of that anymore. And while she'd been a mage for a long time, she'd gotten to the point where she couldn't improve without help. So she grudgingly headed for the Twilight college, eager to grow stronger if not necessarily to be there. It's been a somewhat bumpy ride for her since attending, though at least she's not bored. She's become rather close to several people, a man, a naga, and their child (Whom she helped deliver, and named). And while some say she's loyal only to violence, these people are the greatest evidence to the contrary. She's fiercely protective of them, and will fight to the death to ensure their continued existence... and has, on multiple occasions. But while she has made friends, she's made enemies as well (Though that might be too strong a word). A fair few believe that her reckless nature makes her more of a liability than an asset, and it would be false to say that she's never gotten into trouble because of it. Everything has contributed to make her somewhat of an emotional wreck, her various insecurities all making her somewhat unstable. She's just aware enough of her faults to recognize the damage she's causing to a great many people, but unable to actually improve, too stubborn to listen to those she doesn't trust, and there aren't many people she trusts... Only time will tell if things go right for her. Good Attributes: * Blitzkrieg: Alaira is strong, tough, and most terrifyingly of all, fast. She tears her way through battles, dismantling and panicking the opposition. By the time most people can react she's already stabbed one guy and fried another, moving on to the next, and the next, while her allies take advantage of the confusion she sows. Even if morale holds she's still a skilled conventional warrior as well... * Berserker: Alaira is the last disciple of a technique that draws upon the deepest recesses of one's rage and emotion, lending incredible strength in battle through weaponized hate. Some madmen might be described as berserkers, but the difference lies in training: Any asshole can get angry and fight, but to truly use that rage requires knowledge and skill. * Blacksmith: Alaira is a skilled metalworker, her arms and armor are often given to the more senior guardsmen. While Tyrael is good too, especially with his various tools constructed out of actual creatures, Alaira is a savant with metals and the like. Her gear is not only practical, but often possessing a refined beauty in their construction, oftentimes with little ornamentation. Unfortunately, she can't really crank out lower quality stuff very quickly: Go big or go home. A lesser known fact is that she can make awfully pretty jewelry as well, when so inclined. * Mistress at Arms: Alaira is skilled with a massive variety of weapons. Swords, axes, spears, hammers, bows... Not only can she wield just about anything, but wield it well. And while there are some weapons she's never used, such is the scope of her expertise that she can learn fairly quickly. That said, the only weapon she's truly mastered entirely is the spear. * Huntress: When the situation calls for it, Alaira is quite stealthy too. While not an undetectable shadow by any means, she still knows how to keep a low profile when the situation calls for it. Apart from that, she's an excellent tracker. When you had to hunt to live for years you tend to be good at it... * Ferocious Loyalty: Alaira is fiercely protective of her friends, and will go to absolutely insane lengths to keep them safe, thanks to her high regard for them and low regard for personal safety. And on that note, she holds particular disgust for traitors. * A Softer Side: Despite all this, Alaira had, many years ago, wanted to be a bard before violence consumed her life. As such, she has a certain fondness for stories and songs. She can still sing, in fact... Though there aren't many that know that. This can be somewhat ironic if you know of a certain weakness of hers... Bad Attributes: * Illiteracy: Alaira can't actually read. It's speculated that she forgot, however, rather than never learning. How, exactly, is anyone's guess. This is a very sensitive issue for her, and unlike most things she tends to go quiet and avoid you rather than hit you if you bring it up. * Brute: Alaira is... not easy to get along with. Blunt, violent, quick to anger, among other things. As such, she tends to be a huge liability in sensitive social situations. Unless you actually need someone scary, in which case she shines. * Madwoman: Alaira is also somewhat unstable, and more than a little psychotic. Sometimes, she gets awfully violent over a slight, and tends to be abusive to all but a select few. She has softened somewhat, however, her newfound friends being quite the positive influence on her. * Broken inside: She has more than her fair shares of insecurities and inadequacies, and a generally low self-esteem. And now that she's had a taste of what it's like to be around people who care about her again, she greatly fears being alone as well. One of her greatest fears is being buried alive however, thanks to an incredibly traumatic experience as a young child. As such, she fears caves and the underground a fair amount... Buildings are fine though. * Bigot: She hates Eysires as a whole, and has great difficulty trusting them, even though she can at least act civil around them. Asking why is a great way to get kicked in the stomach however, so she's never told anyone. * Shattered Mind: She bears a peculiar weakness to psychomancy, though at this time there seems to be no explanation. When targeted by a psionic effect, it simply doesn't work. Her mind can't be read, she can't see illusions, etc. What DOES happen though is her mind is flooded with terrible static, causing great pain, followed by uncontrollable violence towards everything around her, followed by unconsciousness. However, she's slowly become able to resist the effects... though she cannot stop them. Interestingly enough, Psychomancy works normally on her when she's sleeping. Not that anyone's figured that out yet. For this reason, she hates Psychomancers. A lot. Especially since most of them try poking in her brain when they first meet her... She not only hates the pain, but the total disregard for privacy as well. * Jealousy: Though certainly minor in comparison to the other things, she does tend to get somewhat... envious of those around her with more womanly proportions.
[ { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nWell, Alaira knew that. She'd fought enough Eysires to quite familiar with the breath weapon. She wasn't aware that there was a psychomancy one however. She listened to him talk a bit for a moment about how he didn't really want to hurt anyone. To that, she laughed a bit.**\"Well, aren't you just a big softie. Big, bad, lizard man just wants to get along.\"**She said, smug smirk plastered on her face.**\"The little bastard got himself into that, bothering that Naga. That's how it works, idiots get themselves hurt when they decide to be stupid. 'course, by the way those two were looking at each other after that I'd say you may have just set some crazy things up to happen.\"**Did she think the guy deserved death? No, but he certainly should have gotten roughed up quite a bit.\n\nShe was about to needle the poor guy for a little longer when...*she*arrived. Ssarak may have noticed that at Satori's presence, Alaira had stopped smiling, and her hand seemed to be hovering near a holster for a utility knife. Alaira hated this woman, hated her voice, hated the way she looked at her, hated how she just...*appears*whenever you least expected it, and she hated her gods-damn hair too. Then she spoke. When Satori turned to address Alaira, her eyes narrowed in annoyance.*'Oh, no beating people up for no reason. now don't forget to wipe or button your pants' I get it! Damn it...*she thought. However, then she felt it. that horrible migraine again. With a cry of pain she fell to a knee, clutching her head.**\"Stopstopstop get outta my head!\"**she said through gritted teeth as she clutched her head, as if she was trying to keep something from exploding out of her skull.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Satori\n\n**\"Not to worry. Today's lesson will mostly be an introductory to Psychomancy, I don't expect anyone to actually be using their magic to soon. Perhaps during the next lesson or two we will begin on some basic techniques.\"**Satori's attention soon turned towards Alaria, who was giving off some negative vibes with her sarcastically hostile thoughts. It was due to her own Wide-Concentration Mind Reading ability she had active all the time, and was about to shut her out when it seemed that Alaria was in pain. She clutched her head, demanding that they get out of her head. Admittedly Satori was a bit worried, but delving into her head some more, she found that Alaria had a certain weakness to Psychomancy.*\"Interesting.\"*She thought. Though she was curious to know more, Satori thought it would be more entertaining to simply leave. Alaria was a strong girl after all, surely she wouldn't need them to baby her.**\"Come along now Ssarak. You would not want to be late. I'm sure Miss Taenn will be fine... She's a strong girl after all.\"**Satori had a thin veil of sarcasm in that last sentence, but said not more as she walked off towards her classroom.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": null } ]
**Alaira Taenn** Alaira couldn't hear anything, nor could she see. The pain was simply so immense it was causing sensory overload. Rage soon turned to despair, however, as she merely wanted the noise to stop. She fell over, and the panicked screeching became desperate sobbing as she (mostly unintelligibly) pleaded for it to stop. However, she felt the pain bite deeper as Satori dug around in her mind. At this point the pain became too much for her to take, and she screamed. It was as if the very sound of it itself was infused with agony in it's purest form. the scream soon died out as she trailed off, having fallen unconscious.
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Alaira Taenn
Age: Appears to be in her Mid-twenties, but she's actually in her early forties. Mageblood Type: Clima. Favored Magic Class: Alaira favors Electromancy, but she also studies Aeromancy. Previous Magic Training: A fair amount of College schooling has put her at an Intermediate level. Race: Half-Forest Elf, a few might say she's half ogre with that build of hers, but that's a good way to get decked. Appearance: Alaira stands at an impressive 7' 8", tall even for her kind. And she's not just tall, she possesses an impressively muscular physique. She can appear deceptively thin thanks to her height, but she's a giant to be sure, and there is a tremendous amount of power in that frame. Her breasts aren't very large, a blessing in many ways and a curse in a few others. A larger bust wouldn't be very nice to have for a woman of her type, they'd just get in the way, and wearing a binder under her armor wouldn't be very comfortable... Then again, she very much doesn't like being mistaken for a man, and she has several insecurities besides. Nonetheless, it's a sensitive issue and best not brought up at all, lest one wishes to start an impromptu brawl. It doesn't happen often though, as thanks to her wider hips and shapely rear her figure remains quite feminine. From the neck down her darker flesh is marred by all manner of scars however, many small gashes from razor-like claws and burns from an acidic creature... It's basically all scar tissue. Her face remains free of scars, however... Why? Well, during a demon assault she had once fought a certain demon, all claws and acidic ooze. Her Pyrrhic victory over the creature left her a broken mess... And her face was the worst of it, most of it was just... gone. However, thanks to the... 'generous' flesh donation of a student that had died in the battle, they were able to fix up her face so she wouldn't have to worry overmuch about disfiguring scars. But, they were unable to do cosmetic fixes to the rest of her at the time on account of the massive amount of wounded. This experience was very traumatizing for her, and among her many insecurities this is among the worst. As for her features, the sculptors admittedly made her face look a little better... Her features are attractive, with beautiful electric blue eyes, full lips, and good bone structure in general. She has a strong jaw, and her pointed ears peek some from her dark brown hair. Said hair is usually somewhat unkempt, combed now and then less for looks and more for maintenance. She's recently cut her hair (using the 'grab a bundle of it and slice with knife' method), and it now reaches just above her shoulders. Her voice bears special mention, as she really does have a beautiful, melodic voice. Unfortunately, it's usually twisted into an angry growl... So when she speaks more softly it can come as quite a surprise. Alaira owns a fairly impressive suit of Fortite armor, which originally belonged to her mother (Although it did require a slight reforging, given that Alaira is two feet taller than her mother was). It's Pearl-pink color often leads to ridicule when she is seen in it among the more... terminally stupid members of society, but she's quite fond of it anyway. The plate-armor's most defining feature is the Silver trim inlaid among the plates, as well as the imagery of stars and constellations engraved and inlaid with yet more silver. Her spear is an incredibly well-made weapon, despite it's steel construction. One began with a hollow tube for about half of the inside of the haft. At the bottom was a wider, hollow segment where the 'Batteries' were stored, and on the other hand, the spearhead would be fit. Inside the tube was a rod of solid gold, about a quarter-inch in diameter. Between the rod and the tube a sort of non-conductive resin was poured, and then the tube was fitted onto a half-cored oaken haft, locked in place once the spearhead was screwed on and welded. The oak had been carved with lightning-bolt shaped channels and blackened, with pewter poured in and polished once it had set, silver bolts on a black background. The whole thing was then varnished and sealed with more resin. The result? A weapon she could fire her magic through, and even amplify it in some cases. Bio: Alaira is a strange example of a half-elf. She's a veritable giant, and apart from that she possesses an aggressive demeanor fit for an Orc. As for her actual past, it's shrouded in mystery. People don't ask often, and when they do, she prefers not to talk about it... and the things she HAS said seem to contradict eachother. What's known and generally agreed upon is that at a young age, some disaster of some kind destroyed her small village. She was the sole survivor, and was taken in by an older man of the mountains, who trained her to better use her anger to deadly effect. When he passed away, she found work as a mercenary, wandering the world and getting in fights for coin. Eventually though, she simply couldn't really live off of that anymore. And while she'd been a mage for a long time, she'd gotten to the point where she couldn't improve without help. So she grudgingly headed for the Twilight college, eager to grow stronger if not necessarily to be there. It's been a somewhat bumpy ride for her since attending, though at least she's not bored. She's become rather close to several people, a man, a naga, and their child (Whom she helped deliver, and named). And while some say she's loyal only to violence, these people are the greatest evidence to the contrary. She's fiercely protective of them, and will fight to the death to ensure their continued existence... and has, on multiple occasions. But while she has made friends, she's made enemies as well (Though that might be too strong a word). A fair few believe that her reckless nature makes her more of a liability than an asset, and it would be false to say that she's never gotten into trouble because of it. Everything has contributed to make her somewhat of an emotional wreck, her various insecurities all making her somewhat unstable. She's just aware enough of her faults to recognize the damage she's causing to a great many people, but unable to actually improve, too stubborn to listen to those she doesn't trust, and there aren't many people she trusts... Only time will tell if things go right for her. Good Attributes: * Blitzkrieg: Alaira is strong, tough, and most terrifyingly of all, fast. She tears her way through battles, dismantling and panicking the opposition. By the time most people can react she's already stabbed one guy and fried another, moving on to the next, and the next, while her allies take advantage of the confusion she sows. Even if morale holds she's still a skilled conventional warrior as well... * Berserker: Alaira is the last disciple of a technique that draws upon the deepest recesses of one's rage and emotion, lending incredible strength in battle through weaponized hate. Some madmen might be described as berserkers, but the difference lies in training: Any asshole can get angry and fight, but to truly use that rage requires knowledge and skill. * Blacksmith: Alaira is a skilled metalworker, her arms and armor are often given to the more senior guardsmen. While Tyrael is good too, especially with his various tools constructed out of actual creatures, Alaira is a savant with metals and the like. Her gear is not only practical, but often possessing a refined beauty in their construction, oftentimes with little ornamentation. Unfortunately, she can't really crank out lower quality stuff very quickly: Go big or go home. A lesser known fact is that she can make awfully pretty jewelry as well, when so inclined. * Mistress at Arms: Alaira is skilled with a massive variety of weapons. Swords, axes, spears, hammers, bows... Not only can she wield just about anything, but wield it well. And while there are some weapons she's never used, such is the scope of her expertise that she can learn fairly quickly. That said, the only weapon she's truly mastered entirely is the spear. * Huntress: When the situation calls for it, Alaira is quite stealthy too. While not an undetectable shadow by any means, she still knows how to keep a low profile when the situation calls for it. Apart from that, she's an excellent tracker. When you had to hunt to live for years you tend to be good at it... * Ferocious Loyalty: Alaira is fiercely protective of her friends, and will go to absolutely insane lengths to keep them safe, thanks to her high regard for them and low regard for personal safety. And on that note, she holds particular disgust for traitors. * A Softer Side: Despite all this, Alaira had, many years ago, wanted to be a bard before violence consumed her life. As such, she has a certain fondness for stories and songs. She can still sing, in fact... Though there aren't many that know that. This can be somewhat ironic if you know of a certain weakness of hers... Bad Attributes: * Illiteracy: Alaira can't actually read. It's speculated that she forgot, however, rather than never learning. How, exactly, is anyone's guess. This is a very sensitive issue for her, and unlike most things she tends to go quiet and avoid you rather than hit you if you bring it up. * Brute: Alaira is... not easy to get along with. Blunt, violent, quick to anger, among other things. As such, she tends to be a huge liability in sensitive social situations. Unless you actually need someone scary, in which case she shines. * Madwoman: Alaira is also somewhat unstable, and more than a little psychotic. Sometimes, she gets awfully violent over a slight, and tends to be abusive to all but a select few. She has softened somewhat, however, her newfound friends being quite the positive influence on her. * Broken inside: She has more than her fair shares of insecurities and inadequacies, and a generally low self-esteem. And now that she's had a taste of what it's like to be around people who care about her again, she greatly fears being alone as well. One of her greatest fears is being buried alive however, thanks to an incredibly traumatic experience as a young child. As such, she fears caves and the underground a fair amount... Buildings are fine though. * Bigot: She hates Eysires as a whole, and has great difficulty trusting them, even though she can at least act civil around them. Asking why is a great way to get kicked in the stomach however, so she's never told anyone. * Shattered Mind: She bears a peculiar weakness to psychomancy, though at this time there seems to be no explanation. When targeted by a psionic effect, it simply doesn't work. Her mind can't be read, she can't see illusions, etc. What DOES happen though is her mind is flooded with terrible static, causing great pain, followed by uncontrollable violence towards everything around her, followed by unconsciousness. However, she's slowly become able to resist the effects... though she cannot stop them. Interestingly enough, Psychomancy works normally on her when she's sleeping. Not that anyone's figured that out yet. For this reason, she hates Psychomancers. A lot. Especially since most of them try poking in her brain when they first meet her... She not only hates the pain, but the total disregard for privacy as well. * Jealousy: Though certainly minor in comparison to the other things, she does tend to get somewhat... envious of those around her with more womanly proportions.
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**Alaira Taenn** Alaira hadn't dreamed, her pained slumber was essentially a long, dark prolonged suffering. However, she was dimly aware that the pain had stopped. Of course, being unconscious she wouldn't remember that. Still, Her rest was easier. Some time later, her eyes shot open and she awoke with a start. wait, Lyn was in danger!**"Mar! Someone's come to kill..."**She began to shout, but her voice trailed off when she saw Lyn, safe as ever, lying next to her mother.**"Lyn..."**At that point, Alaira inspected her surroundings. She was in one of the infirmary's cots, unarmored. But she didn't seem to be wounded at all.**"W-was it a dream?"**she almost whispered to herself. She then saw her armor lying in the corner, covered in blood. Most of it her own.**"But then... what happened?"**She said. Had they managed to stop him? But she was fine... oh gods, how long had it been?! She had finally seen Athalus in the corner, and decided that if anyone knew what the hell was going on, he might.**"Hey, Daisy!"**She called. when she had seemed to have gotten his attention, she asked**"What the flying fuck happened?!"**
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Alaira Taenn
Age: Appears to be in her Mid-twenties, but she's actually in her early forties. Mageblood Type: Clima. Favored Magic Class: Alaira favors Electromancy, but she also studies Aeromancy. Previous Magic Training: A fair amount of College schooling has put her at an Intermediate level. Race: Half-Forest Elf, a few might say she's half ogre with that build of hers, but that's a good way to get decked. Appearance: Alaira stands at an impressive 7' 8", tall even for her kind. And she's not just tall, she possesses an impressively muscular physique. She can appear deceptively thin thanks to her height, but she's a giant to be sure, and there is a tremendous amount of power in that frame. Her breasts aren't very large, a blessing in many ways and a curse in a few others. A larger bust wouldn't be very nice to have for a woman of her type, they'd just get in the way, and wearing a binder under her armor wouldn't be very comfortable... Then again, she very much doesn't like being mistaken for a man, and she has several insecurities besides. Nonetheless, it's a sensitive issue and best not brought up at all, lest one wishes to start an impromptu brawl. It doesn't happen often though, as thanks to her wider hips and shapely rear her figure remains quite feminine. From the neck down her darker flesh is marred by all manner of scars however, many small gashes from razor-like claws and burns from an acidic creature... It's basically all scar tissue. Her face remains free of scars, however... Why? Well, during a demon assault she had once fought a certain demon, all claws and acidic ooze. Her Pyrrhic victory over the creature left her a broken mess... And her face was the worst of it, most of it was just... gone. However, thanks to the... 'generous' flesh donation of a student that had died in the battle, they were able to fix up her face so she wouldn't have to worry overmuch about disfiguring scars. But, they were unable to do cosmetic fixes to the rest of her at the time on account of the massive amount of wounded. This experience was very traumatizing for her, and among her many insecurities this is among the worst. As for her features, the sculptors admittedly made her face look a little better... Her features are attractive, with beautiful electric blue eyes, full lips, and good bone structure in general. She has a strong jaw, and her pointed ears peek some from her dark brown hair. Said hair is usually somewhat unkempt, combed now and then less for looks and more for maintenance. She's recently cut her hair (using the 'grab a bundle of it and slice with knife' method), and it now reaches just above her shoulders. Her voice bears special mention, as she really does have a beautiful, melodic voice. Unfortunately, it's usually twisted into an angry growl... So when she speaks more softly it can come as quite a surprise. Alaira owns a fairly impressive suit of Fortite armor, which originally belonged to her mother (Although it did require a slight reforging, given that Alaira is two feet taller than her mother was). It's Pearl-pink color often leads to ridicule when she is seen in it among the more... terminally stupid members of society, but she's quite fond of it anyway. The plate-armor's most defining feature is the Silver trim inlaid among the plates, as well as the imagery of stars and constellations engraved and inlaid with yet more silver. Her spear is an incredibly well-made weapon, despite it's steel construction. One began with a hollow tube for about half of the inside of the haft. At the bottom was a wider, hollow segment where the 'Batteries' were stored, and on the other hand, the spearhead would be fit. Inside the tube was a rod of solid gold, about a quarter-inch in diameter. Between the rod and the tube a sort of non-conductive resin was poured, and then the tube was fitted onto a half-cored oaken haft, locked in place once the spearhead was screwed on and welded. The oak had been carved with lightning-bolt shaped channels and blackened, with pewter poured in and polished once it had set, silver bolts on a black background. The whole thing was then varnished and sealed with more resin. The result? A weapon she could fire her magic through, and even amplify it in some cases. Bio: Alaira is a strange example of a half-elf. She's a veritable giant, and apart from that she possesses an aggressive demeanor fit for an Orc. As for her actual past, it's shrouded in mystery. People don't ask often, and when they do, she prefers not to talk about it... and the things she HAS said seem to contradict eachother. What's known and generally agreed upon is that at a young age, some disaster of some kind destroyed her small village. She was the sole survivor, and was taken in by an older man of the mountains, who trained her to better use her anger to deadly effect. When he passed away, she found work as a mercenary, wandering the world and getting in fights for coin. Eventually though, she simply couldn't really live off of that anymore. And while she'd been a mage for a long time, she'd gotten to the point where she couldn't improve without help. So she grudgingly headed for the Twilight college, eager to grow stronger if not necessarily to be there. It's been a somewhat bumpy ride for her since attending, though at least she's not bored. She's become rather close to several people, a man, a naga, and their child (Whom she helped deliver, and named). And while some say she's loyal only to violence, these people are the greatest evidence to the contrary. She's fiercely protective of them, and will fight to the death to ensure their continued existence... and has, on multiple occasions. But while she has made friends, she's made enemies as well (Though that might be too strong a word). A fair few believe that her reckless nature makes her more of a liability than an asset, and it would be false to say that she's never gotten into trouble because of it. Everything has contributed to make her somewhat of an emotional wreck, her various insecurities all making her somewhat unstable. She's just aware enough of her faults to recognize the damage she's causing to a great many people, but unable to actually improve, too stubborn to listen to those she doesn't trust, and there aren't many people she trusts... Only time will tell if things go right for her. Good Attributes: * Blitzkrieg: Alaira is strong, tough, and most terrifyingly of all, fast. She tears her way through battles, dismantling and panicking the opposition. By the time most people can react she's already stabbed one guy and fried another, moving on to the next, and the next, while her allies take advantage of the confusion she sows. Even if morale holds she's still a skilled conventional warrior as well... * Berserker: Alaira is the last disciple of a technique that draws upon the deepest recesses of one's rage and emotion, lending incredible strength in battle through weaponized hate. Some madmen might be described as berserkers, but the difference lies in training: Any asshole can get angry and fight, but to truly use that rage requires knowledge and skill. * Blacksmith: Alaira is a skilled metalworker, her arms and armor are often given to the more senior guardsmen. While Tyrael is good too, especially with his various tools constructed out of actual creatures, Alaira is a savant with metals and the like. Her gear is not only practical, but often possessing a refined beauty in their construction, oftentimes with little ornamentation. Unfortunately, she can't really crank out lower quality stuff very quickly: Go big or go home. A lesser known fact is that she can make awfully pretty jewelry as well, when so inclined. * Mistress at Arms: Alaira is skilled with a massive variety of weapons. Swords, axes, spears, hammers, bows... Not only can she wield just about anything, but wield it well. And while there are some weapons she's never used, such is the scope of her expertise that she can learn fairly quickly. That said, the only weapon she's truly mastered entirely is the spear. * Huntress: When the situation calls for it, Alaira is quite stealthy too. While not an undetectable shadow by any means, she still knows how to keep a low profile when the situation calls for it. Apart from that, she's an excellent tracker. When you had to hunt to live for years you tend to be good at it... * Ferocious Loyalty: Alaira is fiercely protective of her friends, and will go to absolutely insane lengths to keep them safe, thanks to her high regard for them and low regard for personal safety. And on that note, she holds particular disgust for traitors. * A Softer Side: Despite all this, Alaira had, many years ago, wanted to be a bard before violence consumed her life. As such, she has a certain fondness for stories and songs. She can still sing, in fact... Though there aren't many that know that. This can be somewhat ironic if you know of a certain weakness of hers... Bad Attributes: * Illiteracy: Alaira can't actually read. It's speculated that she forgot, however, rather than never learning. How, exactly, is anyone's guess. This is a very sensitive issue for her, and unlike most things she tends to go quiet and avoid you rather than hit you if you bring it up. * Brute: Alaira is... not easy to get along with. Blunt, violent, quick to anger, among other things. As such, she tends to be a huge liability in sensitive social situations. Unless you actually need someone scary, in which case she shines. * Madwoman: Alaira is also somewhat unstable, and more than a little psychotic. Sometimes, she gets awfully violent over a slight, and tends to be abusive to all but a select few. She has softened somewhat, however, her newfound friends being quite the positive influence on her. * Broken inside: She has more than her fair shares of insecurities and inadequacies, and a generally low self-esteem. And now that she's had a taste of what it's like to be around people who care about her again, she greatly fears being alone as well. One of her greatest fears is being buried alive however, thanks to an incredibly traumatic experience as a young child. As such, she fears caves and the underground a fair amount... Buildings are fine though. * Bigot: She hates Eysires as a whole, and has great difficulty trusting them, even though she can at least act civil around them. Asking why is a great way to get kicked in the stomach however, so she's never told anyone. * Shattered Mind: She bears a peculiar weakness to psychomancy, though at this time there seems to be no explanation. When targeted by a psionic effect, it simply doesn't work. Her mind can't be read, she can't see illusions, etc. What DOES happen though is her mind is flooded with terrible static, causing great pain, followed by uncontrollable violence towards everything around her, followed by unconsciousness. However, she's slowly become able to resist the effects... though she cannot stop them. Interestingly enough, Psychomancy works normally on her when she's sleeping. Not that anyone's figured that out yet. For this reason, she hates Psychomancers. A lot. Especially since most of them try poking in her brain when they first meet her... She not only hates the pain, but the total disregard for privacy as well. * Jealousy: Though certainly minor in comparison to the other things, she does tend to get somewhat... envious of those around her with more womanly proportions.
[ { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\nCynn peered over the top of her arms at the man who sat in front of her. He hadn't told her who he was, but at least he seemed to be trying to cheer her up a bit. For a moment, at least, it kind of worked, but she wasn't over this stint of sadness quite yet. However, there was no reason in crying anymore, so she wiped away the tears and sat up straight.\n\n\"So,\" she started. Her voice faltered, and she had to start over again. \"So, who are you? I didn't see you before... Well, never mind that.\" She was trying to avoid saying it flat out; she was worried it would send her over the edge again. Hopefully the human wouldn't notice. As sort of an afterthought, she added, \"What Blood do you have?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "**Pitch Black**\n\nPitch looked at the elf with uncertainty. He sort of looked himself over, assuming maybe something about him made him look inhuman. His blood? Obviously he was ab odd human being. A fairly gloomy one, at that. Noticing that he'd been silenced for quite some time now, he looked back to her, clearing his throat. He did an awkward sort of bow, his legs seemingly tangled up.\n\n\"Pitch Black, Obiligatio, at your service.\" he said, bringing himself back upright. \"Here to learn Necromancy. And you?\"\n\nPitch eyed her, trying to guess what type of magic she was here for. She seemed like the earthy type, especially considering she wore the clothes of any adventurer he'd seen. Maybe she was the nature type. Or, she could be tricking him, maybe she was something completely out there. He simply stood there, a concentrated look painted to his face.", "username": "louie221", "char_name": null } ]
**Alaira Taenn** Alaira was aware of Meirin and... other guy, when they arrived thanks to her keen senses (To be fair, massive wind gusts and landings like that weren't exactly stealthy... not that anyone was trying to be), though aside from quickly debating fleeing she didn't do much... The yarosmerian said nothing, but Meirin said quite a lot of things... Alaira fell silent, sniffling as she turned to look to Meirin. She looked utterly miserable, and it was probably the first time Meirin had seen her without a trace of anger or arrogant pride. **"I don't regret what I did back then... I-if I had to die to save Lyn, it would be alright... And if I had taken just a single second to come up with a plan, I would have failed. B-but today..."**She buried her face in her hands, sobbing once more.**"T-today I almost killed her! I-I promised I'd always be there to keep her safe, b-but she almost died! F-for no reason! And th-then you got stuck with cleaning up my mess... y-you saved her and almost died yourself, just because I had a bad idea..."** She grew silent again, wiping the tears from her eyes.**"Sh-she deserves better... L-like you..."**She said, quietly.**"Y-your pretty and smart, everyone likes you... I'm just a brute... I'm just a burden, only good for wrecking shit. The most I can get from anyone is to leave me alone... I've always been alone..."**Hrm, she usually wasn't willing to talk to anyone about... well, anything. Perhaps the alcohol was to blame?
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Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "The gray, flat landscape stretched out before her for miles. The vast gray area began to blur and meld together the longer she flew over it. Aruna adjusted her lengthy tail by letting it drift to the right. She adjusted her center of gravity by tilting to the left. She dropped her altitude by brining her wings in close to her body. She angled herself in a downward spiral with It's center being the only smear of color on the otherwise gray landscape. It's light seemed to illuminate the surrounding area, giving It's light to all near by. Twilight College.\n *My only chance at freedom*\nAruna shook off the thought and continued her decent. She had travelled for many miles by air and her mind and body both were very tired. Her wings were wobbly and she was almost asleep midair. For the last few yards she simply just dropped. When she hit the ground she fell to one knee. Her black leather overcoat flapped shut around her, concealing her body. She was lucky the hood had not come off, so her face was concealed as well. Her wings snapped shut against her back. Though she was tired her mind had been hard wired to always be ready, so when her wings snapped shut her Hand automatically went to her small defensive knife under her armpit.\nShe wearily looked up and realized that everyone around her was staring. She said in a tired voice.\n\"Sorry.\"\nShe stood and released her knife. She followed the crowd in when the doors opened and tiredly took in her surroundings. But her entire body shifted into overdrive when she saw the large red Esyire. Adrenaline pumped through her body and her thoughts suddenly became razor sharp. When he started to speak in an amplified voice and it became apparent that he was running things here, she began to rethink her entire decision to come to the college. He asked for questions, but At that moment an elf ran right into the large red Esyire. While Aruna felt pity for the girl, it provided a small amount of time to make a plan. It came to her just as the elf scuttled away, her face a strange mix of red and blue. She threw back the hood of her lengthy jacket revealing a half Esyire, half human face.\n\"Can you guarantee you students safety from any dangers, outside... Or inside the College\"\nShe drilled her green eyes into the red esyire, making sure he saw the slitted pupils of her green eyes, and the patches of scales that framed her head and shoulders. If he meant her any harm, she would see it when he saw her. She realized she had probably cut off another students question, she didn't mean to be rude, but the matter of if this place could be trusted came as priority in her mind.\n *Hopefully it doesn't make me to many enemies on my first day.... That is if I stay.*", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "**ALAIRA TAENN**\n\nToday, was a new day.\nWhat a stupid cliche. Isn't every day new? No matter, there's no time to debate dumb cliches, or some kind of philosophy! Today was a day of action, excitement! And above all,**\"New opponents.\"**Alaira Taenn said to herself, quietly as she watched the large crowd of students come in. Today marked her seventh day here, and the day she would finally be allowed to take lessons after a whole week of helping guards and assorted staff with random work. Apparently, since a new wave was expected so soon the Electromancy teacher thought it would be better to wait to teach her since he didn't seem to keen on teaching the same lessons twice. That didn't mean she wasn't fed up with doing dishes... And she almost had a panic attack when she felt the pink-haired one try poking around in her head... and apparently the gargoyles don't like being poked.\n\nShe had done little to endear herself to the college staff. She had no talent for chores, but an amazing talent for losing her temper and breaking things. She had just about lost all the money she had replacing the various chairs and pottery that had become the undeserving victims of her frequent hissy fits. While she was loath to admit it, she had that... Lizard to thank for allowing her to stay. He was probably the most reasonable and patient person she knew. She still didn't trust him... She figured that she didn't have any real seniority over these new students, so she picked up her pack (Mostly filled with her armor save the greaves), and headed towards the crowd. These damn Greaves were extremely uncomfortable most of the time, but she couldn't really afford good boots, and tthis armor was all she had of her mother... Anyway, opening ceremony.\n\nShe took a moment to study the crowd, and smirked. She was likely the tallest one here, so she had an easy time surveying the crowd. There was a huge variety of people, including a few things she hadn't seen before. Was that some kind of rock creature? Heh, that one might actually pose a challenge! Apparently some winged girl fell out of the sky. Succubus? No, tail was too reptilian... and then she took off her hood. Was she some kind of human/eysire hybrid? How would they even... D-did she hatch? Or... best not to dwell on that. Shaking herself a bit, Khan began his speech. Alright, dinner is soon. Awesome. Would she get first dibs? She had been doing quite a lot of dishes... Anyway, questions? Eh, Alaira didn't have any. But the Half-Eysire did. But wait, some crazy little Snow-Elf had apparently been spooked.\n\nWell, it wasn't really her job, but she should probably help the poor girl out a bit. Her way. She walked towards the front, passing the Half-Eysire on the way. She patted the girl on the shoulder as she passed, looking over her own shoulder as she spoke.**\"If someone attacks you, hit them 'till they stop. Simple.\"**She said matter-of-factly. She continued, all the way to the front. She reached down (Quite a long distance, the dirl was half her size) and pulled her back onto her feet. Forcefully, but with care not to harm her.**\"Hey, Calm down. Nothing's gonna hurt ya. And if anything tries, I'll rip 'em in half. Okay?\"**She said to the girl. While not exactly soothing there wasn't an ounce of hostility or annoyance in her voice.**\"We should go back to the crowd, Khan's a busy guy.\"**Oddly enough this girl was one of the few she wasn't thinking of beating up. I mean, come on! Where's the honor in kicking the shit out of someone half your size! It wouldn't even be fun. Course, the girl could probably move rocks with her mind or something, so she tried not to underestimate her. Well, off to a fine start, aren't we?", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]
Meirin arrived to the college with nothing much but the clothes on her pack and a bag of her equipment. But looking at some of the other students, it seemed like they also did the same. She wondered if she actually ended up with a mercenary band than a mage school. But soon enough the gates opened and everyone filed in. Once inside Meirin noted that there were a lot of strange creatures around. She's seen elves and dwarves before, but she's never seen anyone like the Archmage, and she noted a few other odd characters as well, such as a large rock creature and something swooping downf rom the skies. She had though the creature was another humanoid dragon, and she was right, but not in the way that Meirin excepted. The girl who flew in was humanoid and partly draconic, but unlike the Archmage who looked like a bipedal dragon, she actually looked human, and had some traits of dragons. Meirin wasn't sure what to classify her as. Soon enough her attention was redirected to the trio of girls who began to make their questions. The first one, from a human girl, asked about finding someone in the college. Sensible enough. The second question came from the dragon girl, who wanted to know if they would be protected in the college. Meirin was tempted to answer the question herself, but she knew better than to speak out. It was simply that in her mind, no where is safe. She knew that all too well. Meirin soon began to nod off, and only managed to stay awake by moving, like shuffling her feet or clenching her hand tightly. She found it easier for her to stay away if she tried to pay attention to things go on around her. She noted that a small elf had done something to make those around her laugh at her plight, but Meirin was not close enough to determine what she did. Another elf came to the smaller one's aid. While the act was honorable enough, Meirin caught words of what the elf said, baring her teeth early on. This made Meirin excited; she loved a good fight. She was confident in her skills in battle, and even in defeat it would have to be hard fought. But Meirin didn't come here to fight, at least that not the main reason. Either way, there was quite a colorful cast here. Meirin was certain that her time here was going to be interesting.
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "**Aruna**\nAruna saw the Esyire coming from a distance and waited for him to come to her. She noticed that he took special care to be deliberate and nonthreating. She liked that. To show an equal measure of peace she let het usually tense and poised posture relax a bit, but not to much. She also let a grin touch her lips.\n**\"Yes, that would be...\"**\nShe searches for the right word.\n **\"Fine. I am Aruna. It is a pleasure to meet you.\"**\nShe holds out her hand and smiles. He had been so generous with the display of peace, so she decided to start off the introductions and use what little manners she learned from the Mortista estate. The gargoyle snorts impatiently.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael walked around the naga a little bit to peek at the wood elf. Still living, and rather small. It could feed maybe two or three of his whelps back at the college, but otherwise Mar had a point: the thing would be useless if was dead. But Tyrael was never one to waste, but since the option to kill the elf obviously wasn't viable he dropped the subject.**\"The opening ceremony has begun. We should hurry.\"**Tyrael knew that Mar was more than able to carry the wood elf the rest of the way back, but it would be faster for the both of them if he carried the elf instead. As one who once held his entire legion on his back, a mere elf wasn't a heavy burden. And just as the demon put the elf in his arms, a new comer had arrived.\n\nTyrael had noticed the being before, but he wasn't trying to hide. He smelled human, but the faint smell of mortality hung on the man. Was he a career killer? It didn't really matter to Tyrael. No one at the college would be considered innocent. Merely the damned and the dead. What did matter, however, was what reason this man had to confront him, Mar, and the resting elf. No man of a normal mind would even consider approaching a demon as obvious as Tyrael, and nagas were hardly a very approachable species. Either the man was quiet the weirdo, or he had an ulterior motive. But than again, who doesn't?\n\n**\"Hello. You approach Tyrael Marchosias. Are you lost?\"**As the man drew nearer his stench grew stronger, as well as his appearance. The man was obviously a fighter of some sort, decked in dark armor with a large dagger sitting on his waist. But Tyrael can smell the other blades hidden on his person, at least three more or so. This man must have been quite a skilled fighter, and a dirty one at that. It did, in a way, concern Tyrael, but mostly because he had Mar to take into consideration, as well as the wood elf he carried in his arms.\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\n**\"You needn't worry about me, Archmage.\"**A swarm of bats swooped down from the skies. Thousands upon thousands of crimson bats swarmed into a location, before gathering into one egg-shape orb. When it seemed like the entire swarm had gathered into place, they dispersed, first revealing the top of a parasol. Than when that moved up, it revealed Lucilia. She wasted no time introducing herself.**\"Greetings, students. I am Lucilia Riovas, Master Alchemist as well as Herbamancy Professor. And for those curious about my display, I am indeed a vampire.\"**She smiled quietly as she let that last fact sink into some students. Most didn't show any reactions, though from the whispers there was concern. She knew this, and it made her smile knowing that some still feared vampires as though they were children scared of the monsters under their beds.**\"If you will follow me, our first stop will be the alchemical gardens. Do be careful and do not touch anything. While many of the plants are harmless in their natural state, the more volatile ones blend in like a snake hidden under a rose.\"**As soon as she appeared, Lucilia was already making her way towards the gardens, with a small crowd of students behind her.\n\nAnnabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth took note of what Khan had told her.***\"Alright, just talk to a gargoyle during the day, shouldn't-\"***And just than, she arrived. Bats flew in from the skies and converged onto a point, and from that point came a woman with white hair and deep red eyes. Annabeth was awestruck, but came to her senses when she called herself Lucilia. She was the one that Annabeth was looking for. She nearly blurted out for the vampire before Lucilia made her introduction, as as quickly as she arrived, she left to lead a tour of students. Annabeth was half-tempted to simply follow her and try to prod her with questions, but she managed to stay still long enough to realize this was not the time. Lucilia had to led these students on a tour, and she probably didn't have time to help Annabeth resolve her family problems right now. As much as she didn't like it, Annabeth would need to wait for the right time.\n\nIn the meantime, there was other things Annabeth could do. Going on a tour was one thing, but who should she go with? It would be too tempting to bombard Lucilia with questions if she went with her. The other option was the pink-haired woman, and the rather macabre looking man. If memory served correctly, they were called Lidda and Uicle respectively. Curiosity got the better of Annabeth, and she decided to group with the one known as Uicle. She was curios as to what he did here. No doubt he was a necromancer of some sort, and while she didn't really like the undead, she admittedly had a one-sided view on them.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" } ]
Meirin was having the hardest time staying awake. Short of doing a small jig, all this waiting and talking was not only a bore, but making her sleepy. As she rubbed her eyes to stay awake, she noticed a shadow on the roof. She didn't really pay much attention at first, but than it swooped down. It was some sort of gigantic beast, growing larger and larger by the moment. "Is... Is anyone else seeing this?!" Merin's eyes grew wide as the creature grew so large that the tower could barely hold onto it. It was no surprise that the creature soon crushed the tower underneath it's weight, so suddenly and violently that it caused a sizable explosion. Meirin was knocked to the ground and buried underneath rubble. She blacked out as soon as she hit the ground. By the time she opened her eyes, the dust had settled, but the scene was horrific. People dead and dying all around her. Buried underneath rocks, or tore apart and spread about like garbage. Some were trying in vain to help the injured, but dark monsters emerged form the shadows, tearing them apart before retreating back into the darkness and leaving behind the mess they made. Meirin looked for her bag and when she found it, she took out a pair of swords. She didn't know what was attacking them, but she wasn't about to go down. She heard the sound of blades clashing as she saw Khan, the Archmage, fighting off a group of the dark monsters. Meirin ran over to help, stabbing her blade into the back of one beast before proceeding to do the same to another. But it had no affect; the monster would cry in pain, but death did not come to them. Even when the draconian would hew one in half, it simply made a blood curdling cry before reattaching itself and continuing it's assault. It got to the point where even the Archmage was getting overwhelmed, and was soon swallowed up in a sea of darkness. "Archmage!" Meirin cut her way through the dark monsters, but when she reached the Archmage who she found was her own body, missing much of her own flesh and already in the process of rotting to death. "What!?" As Meirin tried to comprehend what was happening, she woke up. The red haired girl opened her eyes when someone came to speak to her. For the longest moment she spaced out before her body trembled and she regained her composure. She had fallen asleep for just a short moment and had a surreal dream. Or was it just a nightmare? Not her worse, but it still was uncomfortable. But once she took some time to compose herself, Meirin shook off the nightmare and resumed her sunny-if-slightly-sleepy disposition. She didn't catch anything the person said aside from his name, and Meirin pretended that she listened to him the entire time. "My name is Meirin Kurenai. But you may call me Mei. I... I guess we're students here now, huh?" Now that she had something active to focus on, Mei's mind tried to work out something to converse about. She than asked the first thing that came to mind. "So, what sort of magic can you do?"
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak found it strange that Aruna seemed so nervous to ask these seemingly normal questions. He wondered about her origins; it seemed from what she was saying that she had never spoken to many Esyire before. He did his best to give her a reassuring expression and tone as he spoke. \"I was born with the same blood as my father, and it was he who gave me my first basic lessons in its use. Unfortunately, he died early in my life, and Lues mageblood was a rarity in my village. He did set me on the path to be able to teach myself, but I fear I did not get too far on my own. My own training as a warrior often took precedence, but now that I am here, I can set myself on the path of learning once more.\"\n\n\"As for your question on the Scorched Lands, even I must admit they are not the most hospitable place in the world, but they were my home. It is hot year-round, and the intense radiation prevents anything that is not adapted to survive it from living there. My own village was a small and remote, and moved with the volcanically changing lands. We were all a part of clan Dyre, which encompasses a number of villages in the Scorched Lands. There is little that can grow there, and the creatures are deadly, so our hunters were required to be very skilled. Overall, it is a landscape that breeds strength in its people, as only the strongest can survive. The city of Felldor is not nearly as dangerous, though I am afraid I cannot give too much of a perspective on it, as I have only been to it on a few brief visits. It is a massive place built of dark volcanic rock, which houses the Head Chieftain of the clans. It is built on the most stable land area in the Scorched Lands, and as such is probably the safest place in the entire region. All clans recognize it as the hub of our people, and even if conflict arises between the clans, none would care cause trouble within its walls. Any trade from outside of the Scorched lands invariably goes to Felldor, and it represents a mixing of the cultures of all clans. Even if I preferred life in my home village, I had to admire it when I visited.\" Ssarak explained, trying to give as good of an overview of the region as he could. There were many more details he could give, but he did not want to overwhelm her with his initial explanation. \"What about yourself? Where are you from? I must admit, I am curious to learn more of your past. Before our meeting, I was not even aware a Half-Esyire could exist.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Uicle\n\nGrumbling curses(most of the directed at Aarem), Uicle picked himself out of the splinters that had been a chair only moments before, selecting students to follow him on his own tour. As he began to lead the group out, Greg trotting beside him, he introduced himself. \"I'm Uicle, teacher of Necromancy in the College. You'll notice three things about me, early on. One: I'm always carrying this staff.\" He held up his staff to emphasize his point. \"Two, I have the worst luck in the history of Tien. Three, I wear my armor all the time. Don't ask about the first and get used to the second, and we'll get along fine. As for the third, I assure you it's not by personal choice, and the less you know the better.\" Which was an understatement, really. Aarem might decide to make a curious individual's life miserable. Maybe not as long as he had Uicle's, but long enough that Uicle would know it wasn't casual bad luck, and know that he caused it. Which was irritating, to say the least. Greg gave an impatient sounding metallic bark, drawing Uicle's attention to him. Chuckling, he added, \"And this is Greg, who is with me most of the time, when he's not causing mischief for the rest of the College.\" Greg looked unabashed by the accusation. In fact, some might say he was proud.\n\n\"Well, follow me then. First stop is the Forge. A piece of advice, don't touch anything unless Tyrael, the Demonomancy teacher, says you can.\" On the way to the Forge, Uicle's words about his luck proved true. A small piece of the walls came loose, hitting him on the shoulder. When he tried to open the door to the forge, the handle came straight off, and as soon as he walked in, a hammer flew from a smith's hand and struck him in the face. To the students, Uicle said, \"I did warn you about my luck.\" He continued cursing Aarem mentally, and waited with weary resignation for the next mishap.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Uicle" }, { "text": "Aruna listened to Ssarak's description with eager ears. It was rare that she ever got to speak to an Esyire that was not hostile. This was the first she was hearing of any real specifics about her ancestral home. She smiled a bit and imagined it. A city of black rock, rising out of the ever shifting sand. She saw Esyires of all colors and clans in the city.\n*I bet with all that black, I'd blend in perfectly*\nThen Ssarak asked about her origin, And her smile faltered. She debated whether or not she should lie. Just tell him a fabricated truth. But her conscience wouldn't let her. Ssarak had told her his story, so she should tell himhrs... Or at least part of it.\n\"I was born in a small village called Lothring. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father thought I was an abomination to be destroyed... My mother's family considers me the reason for her death and only kept me barely alive until I was old enough to walk, talk, and think with any clarity, then they thrust me into the wilds. I've lived on my own for my entire life, on the edge of the scorchlands, fending off attackers. I heard of this place through gossip of farmers, and decided to find out if I had any magical aptitude that could help me in my... Endeavors. As for my conception...\"\nShe gives him a grin.\n\"I never really wanted to know any details.\"\nThe gargoyle let's out a gravely chuckle.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null } ]
Mei watched as Leith did his trick with the water droplet.**"So big..."**Mei was entranced at his display, as small as it was, and blinked when the water suddenly dispersed. Mei clapped a little at the show.**"My my, that is interesting indeed. As for me, well.... I don't really know..."**Mei rubbed the back of her head as though doing so would somehow give her an idea of what she should say. She had none.**"I mean... I think I have mage blood, but I never used it before. I don't really know what I can do with it. I was sort of hoping that the college would help me figure that out."**But Meirin couldn't hide her smile when Leith made a joke about her sleeping habits. It's not a proud thing about her, but she would humor the man for now.**"I've been known to fall asleep in the oddest of places and positions. Back at my home, they found me asleep while I was hanging onto a tree branch with just my hands. Sleeping while standing isn't difficult for me. Wake me up on the other hand..."**Mei trailed off that sentence with a bit of laughter. **"I think we should follow one of the teachers, no? I'm sure we can still talk while taking the tour."**Being the aggressor this time, Mei grabbed Leith's hand and began to chase after one of the teachers. She soon found herself in a group of students outside a forge. This brought back memories of the one back home, though theirs was much smaller and more in the open. She heard some clamoring ahead of her, but there was so many students in the way that she couldn't see anything.**"Did something happen? Are you okay?"**
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Eirenver made it into the college when the gates first opened, on horseback wearing a silver-black tunic and black breeches. Once inside the guards directed him to the stables where he left his horse and was taken back to the courtyard where a large crowd of students stood facing an Esyire. Among the students, he noticed a large number of humans, it was to be expected, but that didn't make things any less uncomfortable for him. Looking down on their inferiority he walked between the crowd, forcing himself to apologize until he was somewhere along the middle when a cloaked figure fell into the crowd from the sky.\n\nThe crowd parted away slightly as the figure stood, apologizing.*Curious,*Eirenver thought to himself as he returned his attention to the Esyire, who happened to be the headmaster. Those large, idiotic creatures managed to do something right for once, he mused as the headmaster continued with his speech. Towards the end, a distant cousin - a snow elf - ran headlong into the headmaster - who didn't seem to mind - before being taken away by what he could only assume was another student. He'd only been there for a half hour*at most*and already he was beginning to feel the students and people here were far too crazy and strange for him to be having a normal experience within the college.\n\nThe students were then split into groups, following one of the two professors. Eirenver took the opportunity and followed the one they called Uicle, who happened to be the most unluckiest fellow he had ever met. Things took a turn for the stranger when they descended to the basement and the professor was stabbed by a number of swords and simply got up, explaining to them he was only a suit of armour without a body. Eirenver could have handled that, however, it was the laughter of the bald albino that made things a little too strange to bear. \"You're all bloody mad,\" he said looking at everyone of them, a sneer beginning to form on his lips.\n\nNot once had he encountered so many strange things at once, an Esyire as a headmaster of a prestigious college, a random student falling from the sky, a professor who didn't have a body, and a crazy albino student. Most of the students were eying him strangely, as if he were the weird one, and why wouldn't they? He was the one who broke out and said everything and everyone was crazy, all the while, the others just accepted it like it was a normal day.\n\nHaving enough of it, he broke away from the group and made his way back up the stairs, mumbling about something or another, while he walked, heading towards the one of the large stone statues that would guide him to his dorm.", "username": "Torack", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Aruna heard Ssarak walk away and calmed down a bit. She still couldn't believe the gal of him. As she looked around the room she took in details for the first time. It wasn't very large, but it fit two beds and their respective clothes drawers. She studied the walls and saw the two buttons that the gargoyles said would change the room to It's users liking.\n*Not to shabby*\nAruna went to the bed farthest from the door and, coincidentally, closest to the window. Her tail was itching like crazy from having her Tail whip strapped on for three whole days. She unstraped her tail whip and her shoulder sheath, then put them in the top drawer of the clothes drawer. After she had done that, she took off her long coat, being careful of her sore wings. She stayed in her black sleeveless shirt and pants simply because she was to tired to change. After stowing her knife under her pillow, she laid down and pulled the blanket over herself. Her wings almost hung limp as she sat on the soft comfortable bed. It had been so long since she had slept on anything so soft that she she almost moaned.\nShe pulled her knees up to her chest and pulled her tail around herself so that the tip of her tail was right before her face. It wasn't her most safe position, but it was the one that was most comfortable to her, and it helped her get over some of the anxiety of being in a place she knew nothing about and surrounded by strangers. Aruna closed her eyes and finally let the full extent of her exhaustion wash over her. She was asleep immediately.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null } ]
Meirin watched the scene of Uicle getting stabbed with daggers. Somehow though, there was no blood, not even a yelp of pain from Uicle. He than explained that he was just a spirit in the armor. This did nothing to make any more sense for Mei. Leith seemed to get a kick out of it though. He laughed for a while, in the mean time Mei quietly slipped away. As interesting the tour was getting, she felt that she would like to scope the place out on her own. Many students already seemed to have done so themselves, so she figured it would be no problem. After passing the courtyard, Meirin found herself in one of the larger buildings. Apparently this was the student lodgings, and Meirin was free to find a room for herself. She was glad, because she had been carrying all her gear since she came in. All her weapons and equipment weighed at least around a hundred pounds, and her shoulder was quite sore from holding them the entire time. A place to set them down would be nice. Of course, there was one problem: She had no idea where to go. Apparently not all the rooms were for students, so when she poked her head inside either she's obviously see that she wasn't suppose to be there, or someone would be there to spell it out to her. She went through at least twenty doors before she finally found what seemed to be a room. The room seemed empty. Meirin quietly opened the door and took a careful observation. It wasn't very large, but it fit two beds and their respective drawers. She studied the walls and saw the two buttons that she didn't really know what did. She would investigate later, for now she needed to put her things away. Some of the weapons were too large into the drawers, but she put away what she could. The only weapon she would have to find another place for was her polearm; everything else she was able to tuck away. Sitting on her bed, she examined the blade of her weapon. She could see a hazy image of herself in it's reflection. She blinked, and than saw herself covered in blood. Meirin threw her weapon against the wall and jumped to her feet. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not, but a quick check on her face proved that she wasn't bleeding. Picking up her polearm, she saw that her reflection was normal.**"Haaah... Get a grip Mei. It's the past."**
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Aruna looked at the drink and slid to herself. She would never admit it, but she had never, ever had an alcoholic drink in her life. Not only because she had never had the chance to, but because it clouded the senses and muddled the mind. Still, she was... Curious. The elf had taken a sip, so she knew it was not poisoned... Unless the girl had an antidote and only took it for appearances. She found the idea unlikely, but still possible.\nAfter a moments hesitation, she grabbed the brew and took a large gulp, then started sputtering as it burned down her throat.\nAfter the drink Aruna decided to answer the elf's questions. She seemed like a good person, if a bit ... Rough around the edges. That she had run with bandits didn't surprise Aruna, but it posed the question, why did she leave?\n\"paranoia is a requirement for my survival, without it I would likely have been killed or gruesomely tortured and executed long ago. And my fears about the colledges safety standards are not without grounding, trust me. While it is true only an idiot would be worried about bandits in a place like this, for the reasons you meantioned, and others, the mages themselves... I don't really trust any yet. As for assassins....\"\nShe looked deep into her cup. As if searching for something there. Then she took another big swig, managing not to sputter this time, but still making a face as it burned down.\n\"Let's just say I have experience with pissed assassins.\"\n\nShe noticed that there was a slight delay in her thinking and her thoughts felt... Heavier. Not much, but enough to notice. She didn't like the feeling, and slid the drink away from herself, hoping the effects would wear off soon. If there were a fight, she wanted her mind to be in peak condition, not drunken shambles. She resumed her watch over the crowd and waited for the elf's response.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As Lyris stood, she spied over the rest of the dining hall. There were many different types of people. . . And things she had noticed on her way to the dining hall as well as the actual hall itself. Half-Snake people, Elves, Dragonpeople and . . . Some kind of stone thing, she had never seen before. . . It was a lot more interesting than being locked up in that house. Then, to her surprise, someone called out for her. It did seem to come from her head's level either, but lower. A small person. The ears betrayed the race, though the height might have been a great hint. The girl was a bit of a shock to Lyris. She wasn't sure if it was that someone talked to her, or someone so small talked to her. She put that aside as she answer the Snow Elf, \"Oh, um, hello Aramir.\" She paused for the right words, rubbing her hands all over each other from nervousness.\n\nAfter a few seconds of that she spoke again, \"My name is Lyris.\" The Alanian found that simple was better. What next? Yes, that's it. \"How are you, Aramir? I, myself, am quite fine. I do not know about you, but I am enjoying my time at this school so far. It's a far-cry from home though.\" Her voice carried a sense of nervousness in it for sure. It was the first big conversation she had with, presumably, someone her own age. Otherwise it was with her father or his minions, otherwise there was really no one at all to talk too. \"N-not that it's a bad thing. I really didn't like home much.\" Her mouth sported an awkward smile and her eyes trying, but not quite successfully making contact.", "username": "Pyromania99", "char_name": null } ]
After parting with Aruna, Mei went to get something to eat. She was unfamiliar with much of what was presented; so many types of meats! There was of course a large selection of vegetarian food as well, but the shear about of meat made her salivate. Meat was always something to be eaten in occasions. Even eggs weren't eaten unless for medicinal or celebration. Mei's diet consisted mostly of picked vegetables, fruits whenever the seasons allowed it, and mushrooms. the closest thing to meat that she'd eat regularly would be flavored broth. So Mei didn't pass up on the chance of grabbing the first thing that looked appealing and eating it with gusto. She tried to at least keep it civil, but the food she chose was a whole steak. She's never eaten a whole steak like this, so she had to use the knives offered to her to cut it into bite-size pieces. It was delicious. Within minutes Mei had stuffed herself full and nearly vomited for eating too fast. But after the near-accident, she slowed down until she could eat no more. Resting up, she took in the sights and sounds of the feast. There was much chattering and such, and she could faintly hear music in the background, though that might have just been her imagination. As Mei wiped her mouth, she looked for someone to talk to. She spotted Aruna, and it already seemed like she was attracting a crowd. She saw a large black eyriser and the wood elf from before. Mei was itching for a fight, but since she just eaten she was also feeling very lethargic. Too full to fight but also too energetic to just sit, she looked for more people to try to strike up conversation with. But everyone she saw seemed to already be in the middle of a group, where as Mei was just sitting all by herself. It seemed very... Lonely. It reminded her of home, namely that this wasn't her home. She didn't know anyone here, and even Aruna was just another stranger who happened to know Mei's name. A sense of sadness took over her for a moment as she stood up and left the dinning hall. Mei didn't go too far and simply decided to hang out outside under the moon and stars. There was some others around, but they were also in groups already. Once it seemed like Mei was on her own, she sat down on her knees and relaxed her shoulders, as though she was going to meditate.**"That was a nice meal... Too bad I had to eat it all alone... Come on Mei, this is suppose to be your new life. You don't need to be afraid of anyone..."**But as she sat there, her mind would flash back to the faces of her friends, dead and mutilated on the dirt road of Djarkel. Mei shook these thoughts off.**"That's the past now. That has nothing to do with right now. Come one Meirin, just go in there and.... And... Do something."**
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Mei came back into the dinning hall after some time to gather her thoughts. So far she's been able to stay awake and not succumb to her random narcolepsy, and she aimed to make sure it didn't come back at an awkward moment. As she returned, she immediately looked around for someone to talk to. She spotted Aruna but decided to avoid her for now. There was always the teachers, but it would look strange if she just walked up to them, wouldn't it? But Mei was determined to make a friend tonight, even if she had to do something embarrassing. But before she could, she did notice someone who seemed to be in pain. It was a large black Esyire, who Mei did notice was speaking to Aruna earlier. Mei debated in her mind what might be wrong; he looked in pain, but why? He showed no physical injuries, perhaps he was simply hungover? but no, even though Mei never drank alcohol, she knew at least that most people don't get hungover until some time later. Surely this Esyire wasn't such a lightweight? Concern overtook Mei's initial desire to make conversation as she went over to the large creature.\n\n**\"Excuse me, are you okay?\"**Mei went over to the massive draconian. Under most circumstances Mei would be a bit scared talking to someone like him, especially since previous encounters with Esyire's never went well (usually because they're bandits). But Mei did not care so much for the past, and was worried that this person was in great pain. But she's never dealt with someone who's suffering from alcohol headaches, if that's what is even wrong with him.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak heard the voice of someone beside him, though with the shouting in his head, he couldn't make out what the person said. He turned his head and looked at the Human beside him, his eyes watering from the intense pain he was in. She appeared to be concerned, so she probably had been asking if he was alright, or perhaps if he needed help. He had been ill prepared for this situation. Although he had experienced accidental mind reading plenty of times before, it had never happened in a place so crowded. He couldn't have imagined what it would be like to hear so many thoughts and feelings at once, and now he was paying the price.\n\nSsarak groaned in pain, trying to concentrate enough to at least think about how to stop this madness. Eventually, he reclaimed enough of his senses to at least give a response to the Human. \"I…my head. Too many thoughts at once.\" He said before managing to think of a new strategy. He needed to find something to concentrate on, something to put all of his mind's attention in one place, instead of on the thoughts of those around him. He stared at the human, deciding to focus on giving her an intelligible response.\n\n\"I am a…psychomancer. I have a terrible headache brought on…by my abilities.\" He said, the pace of his words slowing significantly by the end. Closing his eyes once more, he started breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm his mind. He shifted his attention from talking, focusing all of his thoughts on the simple act of breathing.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Aruna grabbed her food and she began to head back to the table she had been sharing with Ssarak, but she had to stop with her back to the wall. she just stood and scanned the room. she had seen something... She wasn't sure what it was she had seen, but her instincts were telling her that something was wrong and she had learned to trust her instincts. Aruna kept scanning the room, looking for what she had registered. She calmed herself and began to think.\n *All the students are here for the demonstration, most seem rather interested. So, look for someone who is either disinterested, OR someone who-*\n\nSomeone bumped into her, hard. She immediately tore her knife out of it's sheath and pressed it into the throat of an acid green male Esyire who consequently dropped the cup he was carrying and spilled it's contents all over the floor, and onto both their feet. She didn't move, but just kept her eyes on the Green Esyire before her. She was just about to ask what he wanted when he slowly drew his hand under his leather jerkin, she pressed harder with her knife, but he only pulled out a small leather pouch that jingled when he moved it. he spoke in a shaky voice. \"P-please, just take it, I don't want trouble.\"\n\nAruna, felt a little sick when she realized what the Esyire thought, then she noticed that students around them were staring at her with wide eyes. she dropped the knife and silently walked away, leaving her food on the ground where she'd left it. she started back to Ssarak, with her cheeks warm and cherry red, but then she noticed that Mei was sitting with him, and she quickly just left the room entirely, to get some air.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null } ]
Mei listened to the Esyire's issue, but she had no idea how to help him. She had helped her fellow artist nurse concussions, hallucinations brought about from poisons, even did some remedial counseling before she needed it herself, but she has never dealt with something like this, and not with an Esyire. Mei had to think quickly, and as she looked around for someone to help, she noticed Aruna leaving. That's when Mei had an idea.**"Come with me!"** Although Mei was likely not stronger than the Esyire, she was still fairly strong for a human her size, at least enough to get the esyire on his feet. Mei lead him outside to where she had been meditating previously. By not most of the others had left, leaving one or two pairs just sitting around. While Mei did not know the exact abilities of Psychomancer, if he was having "too many thoughts", she figured he should go somewhere where he can focus on just his own. Somewhere away from the eyes and presences of others. At least that's what she thought, because she had no idea what effects this would have on him.**"Clear your mind now. Do not focus on anything, simply... Let it be."**easier said than done of course. Mei could clear her mind and make space for a single thing to concentrate on due to past experience, but she can't expect him to do the same. But she can hope.
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Mei listened to the Esyire's issue, but she had no idea how to help him. She had helped her fellow artist nurse concussions, hallucinations brought about from poisons, even did some remedial counseling before she needed it herself, but she has never dealt with something like this, and not with an Esyire. Mei had to think quickly, and as she looked around for someone to help, she noticed Aruna leaving. That's when Mei had an idea.**\"Come with me!\"**\n\nAlthough Mei was likely not stronger than the Esyire, she was still fairly strong for a human her size, at least enough to get the esyire on his feet. Mei lead him outside to where she had been meditating previously. By not most of the others had left, leaving one or two pairs just sitting around. While Mei did not know the exact abilities of Psychomancer, if he was having \"too many thoughts\", she figured he should go somewhere where he can focus on just his own. Somewhere away from the eyes and presences of others. At least that's what she thought, because she had no idea what effects this would have on him.**\"Clear your mind now. Do not focus on anything, simply... Let it be.\"**easier said than done of course. Mei could clear her mind and make space for a single thing to concentrate on due to past experience, but she can't expect him to do the same. But she can hope.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak could hardly concentrate due to the shouting in his head, so when the Human started to attempt to pull him to his feet, he gladly complied. She must have had some sort of plan that he was unable to form at the moment. She grabbed his arm and started to lead him away, out of the dining hall, and eventually outside. The farther they went from the mass of people in the dining hall, the weaker they voices in his mind became. They were close enough that they were still there, and still disruptive, but he was able to regain some measure of concentration. He still did not hear what the Human said, but he knew what he intended to do. Once they were outside, he took a few deep breaths and concentrated on reigning in control of his blood. With the voices weakened, he finally managed to stop himself from listening to them, allowing silence to once again return to his mind.\n\nNow that the ordeal was over with, he looked down to the Human next to him and bowed gratefully. \"Thank you. Now that my head is clear, I should probably give an explanation. As I believe I said, I am a psychomancer. I have the ability to read the thoughts and emotions of others, but like most novices of my blood, I cannot always control the ability. I accidentally began to read the minds of those around me,*all*of them. In such a crowded place, it was a...painful experience.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Rathel\n\nRathelwas late. His form rushed through the empty halls, not a student or creature in sight, and headed straight for the Dining Hall. It was his current destination after his patrolling of the College grounds. Mainly its Alchemy gardens as despite what Lucilia had often warned, there always seemed to be deaf student determined to seek some place to be alone. The demon would've rolled his eyes if that was possible at the nativity of youth.\n\nHis fingers felt the tiny vibrations of someone's approach. Immediately his large, bulky form slowed and shortly stopped to determine where the vibrations came from. His mind ticked, calculated in its usual way to realize the source was ahead. The world was pure black and white in his eyes that now saw a female, her scent feminine and soft, seemed to exit the Dining Hall. The demon was rather taken back at the sight. Mainly because he thought the Feast had ended, his lateness far longer than he originally thought which meant he wouldn't be needed. However, Khan would've notified him afterwards and Rathel hadn't retrieved one yet.\n\nWithout considering he was about to be farther delayed, Rathel turned heel and followed the student. His fingers clicked loudly upon the smooth flooring as he drew closer, aware now about the added heat upon the youth's cheeks and her body language. Something had happened that much he was sure but what, still remained a mystery. Once he caught up to the young Student, he noticed her more human traits. It seemed she, like a few of the others, was a hybrid. His judgment leaned to Esyire and human due to her wings and tail which stuck out rather well. The sounds of his steps were loud enough he knew she would hear him approach her and added his voice to hers.\n\n\"Excuse… you realize you'll miss the magic demonstrations being out here, don't you?\" Rathel said in a polite voice for his kin.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" }, { "text": "It seemed that Mei's plan worked, because the Esyire bowed to her and thanked her for her efforts.**\"I-it was nothing. I wasn't even sure if it would work... But I'm glad that it worked out.\"**He than began to explain a bit about what happened, that he was able to read the others of others. Problem was, he began to read*everyone's*thoughts, and not always when he wanted to. He imagined that would be troublesome.**\"Oh my. That... I have no words for that. I hope that doesn't happen too often... Oh yes!\"**Mei bowed her head furiously towards the Esyire.**\"I apologize, in all the rush I haven't even introduced myself! My name is Meirin Kurenai. I noticed that you seemed in pain and wanted to help, though I never imagined it would be for something like this.\"**Mei eventually stopped bowing but was not at a lost with words. She was glad that the esyire was no longer in pain, but would taking him back to the dinning hall be a good idea? What if he ended up reading everyone's thoughts again? Meirin had one idea how to possible stop it, but mostly because it was how she handled her nightmares. She can't be sure it'll work for him and his magic. Perhaps she'll be lucky again.**\"Um... I'm no psychomancer, but back where I grew up from, there was a method we used when we needed to clear our minds of all other thoughts, even our own. I do not know if it'll work for you, but I'm willing to try... If you are.\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\n\"Thank you, Meirin. My name is Ssarak Dyreackthanose, it is a pleasure to meet you. I believe I will be fine. I became distracted while observing all of the people in the dining hall, so I was not as careful as I should have been. It was my fault it happened. Normally, I only accidentally read minds when I actually attempt to use my abilities.\" Ssarak explained. He was appreciative of her aid, and of how willing she seemed to be to help a stranger. It was not often he encountered people such as that since leaving his homeland.\n\n\"Still, there is no harm in learning a potentially useful talent. I am not one to turn down knowledge in any case; I would be grateful for any advice you have to offer. I would like to make sure to be back in the dining hall in time for the magic demonstrations, however. I would not want to be responsible for you missing the show any more than I would want to miss it myself.\" Ssarak said with a friendly smile. Despite the embarrassment he experienced earlier, his first day at the college was shaping up to be a good one. He seemed to have a great deal of luck in finding friendly individuals. He did not doubt there were other, more malicious students at the college as well, but his appearance was usually enough to keep such people away. In his experience, those types of people usually only liked to bother people who they perceived as weak or vulnerable.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]
Mei silently nodded her head as the Esyire, Ssarak Dyreackthanose, accepted her help. It took her days to get this right, but for now she'll just show him what he needed to do for the moment.**"Take a seat. Close your eyes, and first make a mental image of yourself..."** A few minutes passed as Mei explained the method to Ssarak as quickly as she could, and without all the philosophical ideals that came with it. Even that bored her. Looking back at the dinning hall, it was starting to become more quiet as she could hear the music from within, even from the outside.**"I believe it's time for the demonstration. I hope that what I've taught you is helpful. If you ever need any help, please, come and find me."**Mei stood up and dusted the dirt off her legs before waving goodbye to ssarak. Than she went back into the Dinning hall, feeling a accomplished for making at least one more friend.
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Aruna was taking air in at an explosive rate, then just as quickly letting it out. She couldn't think except for one word.\n*Monster*\nShe shook her head. It was false. It hadn't happened, she hadn't done what she saw... But she had. A voice, a nagging voice in the back of her head kept telling her this. She had murdered her mother and split her open like some Mellon.\n*Monster*\nShe had deserved to lose those fights. She had deserved to die and have her body brought back to the one who wanted her dead so badly. But she was too selfish to die. To stubborn. So she killed all the ones who were sent.Through it all she had lived.\n*Monster*\nShe thought that she deserved what she had seen in the end of the memory, the vision. For her to have finally let her guard down enough to meet people, only to be slaughtered and cut to pieces. It would be so very fitting. She heard something, but it sounded muffled. She looked up and everything was fuzzy. And sounds were muted. She saw a surprisingly crisp Ssarak standing next to her with a scowl on his face. She felt some urgency against him being there, but she couldn't remember why.\n\nThen she remembered. He was going to kill her, to cut her up into pieces. She took her hand off the wall and it came away crumbly. Like the wall had aged. She mummbled with as much strength as she could,\n\"You ... Are not going to kill me.\"", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"No, I am no enemy of yours.\" Ssarak responded, easily able to tell that Aruna was still confused. Having some experience in psychomancy had likely given him at least some advantage in recognizing the illusion, but most of the others in the room were not so fortunate. Still, some people seemed to recover more quickly than others, so the nightmares were likely not of a uniform intensity. At the moment, it seemed that Aruna's had been particularly strong.\n\n\"If you wish to be angry at someone, the culprit is sitting over there.\" He said, pointing to Satori. \"Not that I would recommend acting on that anger; I have no doubt that whatever you just experienced was a mere fraction of what she is capable of. Your nightmare - all of our nightmares - were a part of her demonstration as the psychomancy instructor. From what I can tell, she used our own memories to create horrific dreams that played on our worst fears, or at least mine did. Hence why this room is emptying so quickly.\" He explained. Even with the calming pollen in the air, it was easy to tell that many around them were still distraught, though at least none were violent anymore.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]
Everything was a blur. First there was the magical demonstrations, which started calmly enough. But than the demons came. Mei didn't know if it was a dream or not. But there was screaming, people getting killed, Mei acted before her thoughts could make sense of it all. As she killed a demon, roots came out from the ground and everything made of wood began to attack the demons. Surely this was a dream? It didn't matter, she kept fighting until the demons were gone. Her hands were bloodied, but not with her blood, but with the blood of demons. Soon the Dinning Hall returned to normal and Mei suspected that she might have not been dreaming... But than Satori came. And she brought to Mei a nightmare that was somehow worse than what Mei usually goes through. It was short, but the pain was very much real. It started simple enough as she woke up, but than she saw everyone dying, and had to go out and stop it. Than she could feel the knife splitting her eye apart, but she could even reach up and nurse it as her arms were cut off. She could feel something dig into her guts and pulling her intestines out, but all she could see through her tears were blurry images of humans. Mei snapped out of it when she bumped into a couple. Everything was a blur to her.**"What? Who?"**The pollen did not take immediate affect on Mei. She noticed a mixture of people crying, angry, and euphoric. It was madness to her. She ran out before things could escalate, in the general direction of her dorm, but she stopped half way there. She stopped by a window and put her head out to vomit. The stress of it all was too much for her. All she wanted to do was sleep. And soon, leaning underneath the window still, Mei slowly began to drift to sleep.
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Ssarak did not immediately follow along with Satori, as Alaira seemed to be getting worse. She collapsed to the ground and screamed out in pain, something that certainly caused Ssarak to become afraid for her safety. What was going on, was Satori causing this? She had already caused a great deal of pain for the majority of the students at the college, himself included, so it did not seem outside of her character. Ssarak was beginning to see Satori as more unstable and dangerous seemingly every time she did anything.\n\nCrouching down next to Alaira, he quickly looked over the Forest Elf and saw that, fortunately, she was still breathing, though obviously unconscious. He looked up at Satori as she walked away with a mix of confusion and distrust. Ultimately, he knew he was powerless to do anything she did not want him to do. Even if he was not completely exhausted, she was a master Psychomancer. Regardless, who would he be if he did not at least attempt to do the right thing?\n\n\"She seems to be unconscious. I cannot simply leave her here in good conscious.\" As Ssarak stood up, he picked Alaira up off of the ground, allowing his axe to rest between her and his arms, though he was careful to keep its sharp edges away from her. Between Alaira, her belongings, and his axe, Ssarak was lifting a good deal of weight, which was no easy task in his current state. Overall, it was fortunate that endurance training was a regular part of his daily routine. \"Allow me to take her to the infirmary, then I will join you in your classroom. I need to return my axe to my own room, regardless.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "[bMar and Althalus...well..you know. :p. Also a minor timeskip.[/b]\n\nContinuously, as the two of them made their way unsteadily towards their room, Althalus found his gaze returning to the pretty Naga helping him stand and walk. It wasn't that there was not anything else interesting to look at in the world around them(For example, there was the remarkably blue sky, the shiny windows, and even neat statues.), it was that he found her the most interesting(certainly the most beautiful), thing in the courtyard. For now, however, he was content to gaze at her.\n\nThe act of entering her, strangely familiar, room proved to be a feat far surpassing their skills at balance. Within two short steps, Althalus lost his balance and began falling forward. Mar's balance wasn't any better, and she fell with him. They rolled and tumbled down the tunnel, Althalus chuckling the whole way down, finally coming to a stop with a thump. Althalus pinned to the ground with Mar ontop of his chest, admiring the way the light source shone off of various things with a smile on his face. Including her. Especially her.\n\n\"Hahaha...\"Mar giggled as dirt went flying from their rough entrance within the burrow like doorway, the sides clearly became wider afterwards.\n\nHer tail had wrapped about the pair while her arms were planted on either side of the man's head, her head lowered to touch their foreheads together. She bite her lips, trying to keep the giggles down but failed epically, instead the sounds turned into soft snickers which became outright laughing. It echoed throughout the room's insides and back to her, the Naga's body rolled to where she laid on his arm. Her head rested upon his chest, still tried to cease if only to ease her aching sides. Slowly Mar's breath was gone until she couldnt keep up the mirthful noises anymore.\n\n\"You're funny...\" She commented then looked up to his face.\n\nAlthalus soon joined Mar in her laughter. It had begun quietly, while her pretty brown eyes were only inches from his own. He didn't try to keep it in, even if he had only a small idea of what exactly was so funny. Laughing for the sake of laughter was good enough for him. For a few moments after they both stopped, nothing could be heard but the sound of heavy breathing as they both tried to regain their breath. His arm was on her shoulders, holding her to him. For laying on the ground after rolling down a small incline, it was strangely comfortable.\n\nHe glanced down at her comment, smiling. He didn't know how exactly she came about that conclusion, but he didn't care. \"And you, are very beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?\"\n\n\"No... but I like it when you did.\" She edged closer to his face.\n\nHer eyes suddenly sank into his, a small flicker of delight crept over her face as she realized, slowly, that she wanted to kiss him. Why not? She asked herself, unable to find or care for a reason not to. Her hand reached out to cup his jawline while her face pulled up, lip locking him in a full fledge kiss. Her head sudden collapsed into a numbing but plesant experience, one she found herself unable to get enough of. Any air left in her lungs was gone causing her to release the extend spell from the kiss with a surprised look and heavy gasp.\n\nAlthalus's smile grew wider, more pleased, when she responded. Good. He wanted to make her happy. He was about to say something in response, when she suddenly cupped his jawline and kissed him. His eyes popped wide in minor surprise for about a second, before he returned the kiss, his arm tightening around her to bring her closer, head being filled iwth a strange new feeling. Though, that may have just been the lack oxygen.\n\nAs the two of them broke apart, he stared at her, a new glint in his eyes. He smiled slightly to see her surprise, before leaning in and whispering \"Why stop?\" And then he kissed her.\n\nAfter that, both were too...occupied for talking.\n\n~~~~~~\n\nA few hours later. (Late afternoon)\n\nMar was shaking. Her body covered in a cold sweat while the fever raged through out her skin, making it hot to the touch as Althalus would notice. Her arm slung over his naked chest and her tail coiled about his lower half, her head buried within his side would be what woke him. Her tail couldn't even constrict as each time it did, the coils jerked and twitched badly enough to release. White colored her skin and gave it a sickly color from the infection's presence.\n\nAlthalus became immediately aware of three things when he awoke: he was naked with Mar, she was shaking, and she was burning up. The latter two took precedence in what he reacted to, but the first one was no small amount of surprise either. Or rather, the more he remembered, the more he reminded himself to thank the Esyire later. He untangled himself from the shaking Naga, saying, \"Alright, this isn't exactly how I planned to get you to see common sense, but this works. I'm taking you to the healer or Alchemist or whomever. You're in bad shape.\"\n\nWith that, he began collecting and throwing on his clothes, leaving the armor and weapons where they were. Speed was more important than protection. Soon he was presentable enough that the only thing people would give them looks for was the sick Naga he was going to be carrying, which meant, he had a pair of pants on. Walking over, he gave a concerned glance at the wound in her arm. It had only gotten worse, far worse. A bright, angry, red it was badly swollen, and leaked a nasty looking fluid.\n\nGlancing between Mar and the exit to their room, he sighed. \"You could have had a normal door. Then I wouldn't have to drag you..\" With that, he slung her uninjured arm over his shoulders and began the lengthy process of dragging a sick Naga up an incline to a healer.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" } ]
**"Meirin."** She walked into the infirmary. Somehow, looking at the place just made her feel better. Still, she was still sick and sluggish, and better to get this checked out before it turned into something worse.**"Yesterday was... Quite taxing on my body. I'd just like to come in and make sure I didn't do any serious damage to myself. I don't quite remember what happened, so..."**Meirin smiled meekly as she took a seat on one of the open chairs. It was than that she noticed that Aruna was here as well, and in much worse shape than she was. Suddenly Meirin's body didn't arch anymore, and she went over to her roommate.**"Aruna! What happened to you?!"**
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak found himself nervous, still believing that much could go wrong in approaching Mar. Perhaps he was being too cautious. After all, with how far along Mar's pregnancy was, she was certainly not in peak physical condition and might realize the risks involved with lashing out at someone. Regardless, Ssarak still did not wish to offend her. The Nagas' customs were entirely alien to both Human and Esyire cultures, so neither he nor Annabeth had any real idea of what expectations they had for social interaction. Perhaps he would be able to convince Annabeth to present the gifts to Althalus, instead of Mar? He was Human, and much more friendly and approachable than Mar. Allowing him to take the gifts would serve the same purpose with less risk.\n\nJust as Ssarak was about to speak up, Annabeth rounded the corner at the same time as another individual, who ended up falling to the ground as a result of the impact. Upon closer inspection, Ssarak saw that it was his roommate, Leith. He seemed unharmed as he stood up and dusted himself off, and Annabeth had managed to keep her footing, so there was no cause for concern. \"Good morning, Leith.\" Ssarak added after the two introduced themselves.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "\"It's nice to meet you too,\" Leith said to Annabeth with a smile. \"I have to say, this was definitely an interesting way to meet someone.\" He looked at Ssarak when the Esyire spoke, and nodded at him. \"Good morning. What are you two doing today? Nothing gossip-worthy, I hope,\" he asked in a conspiratorial tone with a grin that he hoped showed that he was joking. \"Anyway, I'm a bit bored, mind if I join you for a while?\"\n\nLeith noticed the pillow Ssarak was holding, and then the items that Annabeth was holding. \"What's with the baby stuff?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\n\"Annabeth believes we should bring gifts to Mar and Althalus for their coming child.\" Ssarak said, turning his head towards Annabeth with a slight grin. \"I suspect she is suicidal.\" He teased. He took a moment to look at the pillow he was holding, which seemed small in his rather large hand. Perhaps, at the very least, Mar would appreciate the utility of the items. He did not know if the hybrid of a Human and a Naga would be cold-blooded, but an item such as a blanket would be especially useful if that were the case. Without knowing what kind of a form the child would have, it would be difficult pick clothing for it beforehand, if it was even going to end up wearing them to begin with. Mar did not prefer to wear clothing, so Ssarak was not sure if she would pass that onto her hybrid child. There were many questions he had no way of knowing the answer to. For all he knew, all of the items Annabeth selected could end up being useless; the child could have fully formed teeth with no need of having something to chew on and end up sleeping on a rock.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nAs Grey listened to Meirin speak of her home, he was a tad surprised.*Huh. I must not get around as much as I thought I did...*He thought. Being from Djarkel himself, you'd think he would have heard of the place... Not that he didn't trust her, he was just surprised is all.**\"Ah, Djarkel huh? That's where I'm from. Though with how pale I am you could probably already tell, huh? Ever been to blacklight? tiny little village, not too far from here.\" He asked. He found himself smiling as well. He was just as fond of his home as she seemed to be, even if he went off to wander. He wondered how old man Slate was holding up without him to help man the walls... [b]\"Ah, so you're a warrior as well? What weapon do you wield?\"**He said when she mentioned 'martial training.' He couldn't help but feel he had a few things in common with the girl. She certainly seemed nice...\n\nIt was then that they came across Lucilia. He was quite fond of her, given that she had been the one that got him his post after all. She was also rather nice, most of the time. Still, there was something... unsettling about her, but he was probably just being paranoid again.**\"Heh, bastard got my arm broken.\"**he lied. He certainly didn't want Meirin to be reprimanded or anything. After all, it was an accident.**\"But chasing him around beats speaking with those snak- diplomats.\"**he said, his disdain for the various factions vying for the college's support only barely disguised.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" } ]
Grey spoke about his home, though he didn't go as long on a tangent as Meirin did. Though her home was in Djarkel, she never considered Djarkel her home. She nodded her head "no" when he asked if she ever visited the village of Blacklight, though she vaguely might have remembered escorting one or two people there in passing. Then Grey asked her about her weapons, though Meirin was a bit hesitant. Technically she "could" use all sorts of weapons, but life at the monastery taught her that a true warrior does not claim what their weapon is. Their actions will prove that, and unfortunately Meirin wasn't carrying her weapons today.**"Ah, well... I suppose you could say I'm more of a hand-to-hand person, though I've never really gained the same level of ability as my masters..."**Soon another person arrived, Lucilia Riovas the Vampire Teacher. Meirin perked up when she arrived, as she knew that Lucilia had potions that could help Grey. Or so Meirin thinks, she's never seen a medicine that could cure a physical injury like a broken arm. She's seen and had medicines that once purged her body of monster venom and currently was on medicine that would help her subdue her emotions, but she didn't think a potion could be used to restore a broken arm.**"Ah! Miss Riovas, Grey's arm broke! We were heading towards the infirmary, but is there anything you can do for him!?"**
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\n\nSoon after Leith had exited the room, Cynn heard footsteps approach the door again, but from the opposite direct that Leith had gone in. Soon after this observation, the door once again opened, and, much to the wood elf's relief, Annabeth stepped in. It was good to see a friendly... Well, was it a friendly face? That argument had gotten really heated, really fast, and she wasn't quite sure if the human's return was a peaceful one or not. And why should she get to talk to her now, even when she was in need? If she knew that Cynn had been stabbing the wall because of her and had stripped to next-to-nothing, she'd win! So, when Annabeth called for her, she didn't answer, and figured she'd find her soon enough if she kept looking.\n\nSoon after, the white-haired elf heard what seemed to be Leith's boots coming back the way they'd left, and she panicked. Of course, it was only a matter of time before Cynn got found out, but she'd hoped she would get a bit longer making Annabeth think about her actions. He entered the room with a massive gauntlet in his hand, and missed Annabeth's presence entirely. This was suddenly awkward, even by Cynn's standards, and she had to bite back a sigh of facepalminess to keep Annabeth from noticing her.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "Leith shook his head with a smile as he hurried back to the room he had left Cynn. How had he forgotten that he had this? While leaving the room like he had might not have been the correct thing to do, he was excited to have a practical use for the item he had. He looked at the oversizedgauntlethe was wearing on his right hand. It was an interesting artifact. It was a reward for being a part both of the missions that Satori's Investigation Squad had had so far.\n\nA Daemon Artes called the Hand of Ginax. The ability of the gauntlet was that it gave the user a strength boost in that hand. He wouldn't be able to feel the weight of whatever he picked up with the gauntlet, but he could feel the weight of the gauntlet. At ten pounds, it was a pretty heavy gauntlet. One odd thing that Leith noticed about it was that the gauntlet had started to change in its appearance. The fingers were rounded when he got it, but the after he had worn it a few times to try it out, the fingers started to get points to them, something that he had wanted so he could grab solid objects a bit easier.*Quite the item.*\n\nLeith had almost walked past the door to Cynn's room. With a small chuckle, Leith opened the door with his left hand. Unfortunately, the gauntlet made it hard to gauge how hard he gripped anything held in his hand. There had been several times he had crushed a rock to dust because he accidentally gripped it too hard. He pushed the door open and walked over to the bed and knelt down. Greeting Cynn with a smile. \"So, I got what I had forgot about. I'm almost certain that this can help get you unstuck,\" Leith said as he waved at the elf with the gauntlet.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]
Meirin wasn't really sure what to make out of what Locas did. At first she was fairly surprised at his magic, but than he ended up blacking out likely due to blood sickness. Throughout the entire time you could say she was dumbstruck. It didn't take long before medics arrived and took Locas away to the infirmary. She suppose she'd be seeing more of him later, she just hoped that each time didn't end up with him visiting the healers. Once the scene settled down Meirin just decided to get herself something to eat. The food was pretty good by usual college standards. As she went to get a seat she unknowingly passed Grey, who she missed as she didn't recognize him in the new armor. She ate her meal quiet and quickly before putting it away. Meirin wanted to go look around the college since it seems there was some sort of festival going on, but as she was leaving she saw Ssarak. She hasn't really seen him a lot since she taught him how to meditate back at the opening ceremony, though she doubts he needed her help with that now. Still, she figured that if she was going to see familiar faces again, she might as well start with him.**"Ssarak? It's been a while, hasn't it?"**
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak had been doing his best to provide useful information to the guards' frontline via telepathic communication. Mental communication was not all too taxing when he did not have to break through mental wards, so as long as he did not attempt many more illusions, he guessed he would have the stamina to last through the fight. He just hoped this fight would be the last one. This battle felt like organized warfare...something he was familiar with. His eyes scanned the enemy lines, trying to determine their next move. As they were demons, they fought differently than any army he had faced, but there were still enough similarities for his experience to be useful. He could tell when it seemed like they were about to push a particular spot.\n\nWhenever he noticed a threat, Ssarak did what he could to reinforce the area by notifying guards of the attack, directing archers to the location, and moving in himself to reinforce the front. Overall, the demons pressed hard, but they were holding. Ssarak used the defensive posture of the guards, and the height difference between them, to his advantage. While the guards used their shields to block, he could swing over their heads to wound or kill their attackers while they were vulnerable. This continued until a few demons broke a small hole in their lines, which Ssarak immediately tried to fill himself. He pushed back a few of the smaller ones with a few swings of his axe and his overall size and strength, but one of the larger ones gave him more trouble. Instead of dodging or defending when Ssarak took a swing, the seemingly suicidal demon simply let Ssarak's axe through so it could land a strong hit on Ssarak's chest with its warhammer, which he was only slightly able to deflect by angling his body.\n\nAfter the impact of the hammer, Ssarak was nearly thrown off of his feet. The guards finished off the demon and filled in the gap, but the blow had left its mark. There was a decent sized dent in his chestpiece, and, after he was able to breathe again, he felt a slight, but noticeable pain with every breath. One of his ribs was at least fractured. Fortunately, the battle seemed to be shifting. The teachers had taken notice of some of the tougher demons, demoralizing some of their minions. The guards were not only holding, but beginning to push back. Ssarak had been hurt worse before, and could still fight if he needed to, but it would not be appropriate for him to lead the charge. If he was correct about his injury, it would not develop into a serious one as long as he moved carefully and, most importantly, did not get hit again.\n\nGlancing away from the frontline for a moment, he saw some of his friends in various states of exhaustion and injury, but all obviously alive. He felt a bit of relief come over him, but with the battle still raging, it was not over yet. Still, he took a moment to approach the body of the Black Knight. Ssarak had caught glimpses of the demon, but was too focused on holding the front line to join the others in killing it. The Knight had looked to be strong, but with Meirin standing over its corpse and half of a spear protruding from its face, it was obviously not strong enough.\n\n\"Impressive.\" Ssarak said to the group as he looked to Meirin. \"Are you hurt?\" He asked, not truly caring about his own condition.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Darius' gaze shot up from the now dead demonic knight to the girl who had killed it, his face showing confusion. The confusion on his face then twisted into a grimace as he started to realize what had happened. He picked himself off the ground, all the while glaring at the red-headed girl. He turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor. An Esyire walked up to them and asked if the girl was alright. He ignored his headache and the pain that had blossomed in his shoulders and legs as he laughed flippantly at the question.\n\n\"I do not believe she could have hurt herself stealing*my*kill,\" he said, anger evident in his voice. He turned his gaze back to the girl and spoke to her, ignoring the Esyire for the moment. \"I did not call for hel-\" The man swayed as a wave of dizziness washed over him. \"For hel-\" Darius fell backwards onto the edge of a table, tipping it over. He spent his last few moments conscious wondering how bad his wounds were for him to be feeling the effects of blood loss.\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nLeith had finally gotten his breathing back to normal when Ssarak approached them. He stood up and made his way over towards his roommate. Leith chuckled as when he heard Ssarak mention that taking down the knight was impressive. \"You should have seen the sword-\" He was saying before a robed man the he hadn't seen before interrupted him. The man saying something about Meirin stealing a kill before he addressed her. His voice was rising as he spoke, and Leith was going to try and defuse the situation before the man fell, bringing a table and all its contents with him.\n\nLeith rushed over to the man and checked for a pulse. He still had one, but it was weak. Leith glanced at Ssarak and Meirin. \"*That*was interesting. Can you help me move him over there?\" he asked as he pointed towards the small area in the back corner where the medics from both the armies and the college had gathered all the injured people", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]
Meirin stepped away from the Black Knight and left her spear in his head. She was very tired now, having cast a few Wing Weaving spells in quick succession. She could go through each of her forms ten times, one through twenty, but a single Aeromancy Weaving Spell seemed to take a lot out of her. She didn't even have much energy to try preforming a Vitamancy spell to heal herself with. Ssarak came over, his armor dented and his body bleeding form various injuries. He of all people asked Meirin if she was okay, which aside from a few cuts she sustained trying to fend off the knight and his flying sword, she was much better off than Sssarak.**"I'm alright. You, on the other hand, really need to get yourself patched up!"** Just than the swordsman from before spoke out against Meirin. Apparently he din't like that she killed the Black Knight before he could have, which she herself found very stupid. Who cares who killed him? The demon needed to be dead. She was just going to ignore him until he collapsed, the injuries he sustained fighting the Black Knight finally taking him out. Upon closer inspection, the man was very heavily wounded, no doubt because he had the Black Knight's full attention. Meirin supposed she should feel grateful that he was willing to put himself in harms way to buy her and the others some time, even if he did seem like an arrogant bastard for it. Leith came over to comment on the battle itself, but when the man fell he wanted to bring him back towards the corner of the Dinning hall where the medics were curing the wounded.**"I think we all need to visit the healers right now."**Meirin mustered what was left of her strength to lift the swordsman by his arms. He was quite heavy so she couldn't so much as carry him as much as drag him towards the corner.
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "Colette\n\nColette panted when she finally saw the fight over, she allowed her bat ally to vanish before falling to her knees, her dress was torn and she was bleeding in several parts of her bod. She stood up steadily and made her way slowly back to her dorm holding her shoulder wound which was the deepest. \"Man if I don't get back soon this blood loss will cause me to become even hunger which I fear for since I never been so wounded\" she said looking down at her dress which was completely torn up \"And I might have to make a new outfit for me\" she said to herself again.\n\nShe smiled when she made it to the tower and went upstairs landing on her bed her bat pets nuzzling her whining at seeing such wounds on her small body, she patted them lightly wincing. \"I will be fine as long as I stay here and heal the best I can\" she said her eyes looking up at the dull ceiling with a sigh", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Ssarak could not admit that he entirely understood what happened over the course of the next few minutes. At first, it seemed like demons were raising from the dead while the air became difficult and painful to breathe. It looked like the fight was lost, but then, as quickly as they had risen, the demons spontaneously exploded and the air returned to its normal state. With Satori as an organizing force, the guards overcame their confusion and pushed back against the demons that were already trying to return from the Inferno. Ssarak, Meirin, and Leith joined in the offensive as well, with Ssarak foregoing any physical combat in favor of closely examining enemy movements and providing useful tactical information.\n\nIt was not long before they had cleared the way to the infirmary. With access to those supplies and healers, the wounded in the dining hall would stand a much better chance of recovering. For all intents and purposes, unless something else catastrophic happened, the battle seemed to be over. There were almost certainly stragglers hidden in the college, but the guards were in much better shape to deal with them than Ssarak was.\n\nSsarak returned his axe to its place on his back and leaned himself against a wall outside the infirmary. With the chaos and excitement of the battle essentially over, he could feel the pain in his chest more clearly with each breath. It wasn't what he would associate with a broken rib, but it was almost certainly fractured. Overall, though, he was not worried about his health, but rather what this attack would mean for the college. He would recover, but from his perspective, the future of the college was less certain. How many students had survived the attack? How much would it cost to rebuild? Was the college even capable of continuing? Even more concerning was the source of the attack itself. An immense amount of power had been directed at the college, and while it had survived, how close had they been to death? The inferno had nearly manifested in the college twice during the attack. Had either succeeded, what hope of survival would there have been for himself, and his friends?\n\n\"So...it's over, then.\" Ssarak said, looking to Meirin and Leith with a pained expression, not because of his injuries, but because of the realization of the danger they were in, and were likely going to continue to be in as long as they remained with the college.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]
Meirin had no idea what sort of chaos was forming now. At first she thought the worse had happened, that the Demons had somehow been resurrected, only for them to shortly after explode into a bloody mess. The confusion was surprisingly short however, as soon Meirin heard Satori's voice in her head telling everyone to begin their counter offensive. Meirin was quick to adapt to the situation and picked up a new spear, skewering the remaining demonic invaders alongside the guards and students. Before long they sent the entire horde into a full retreat. Meirin followed Ssarak and Leith throughout most of the attack as they made a path towards the Infirmary. Than Meirin dropped her spear so she could help carrying the wounded into the Infirmary, even got herself patched up to full health. She carried as many bodies as she could before the Infirmary was packed full, and even than they tried to bring some healers to those who couldn't be placed inside the Infirmary. Meirin left to take a breather and brought back a few health potions for Ssarak and Leith. She definitely knew that Ssarak was injured, and Leith was likely in no better shape after fighting that demonic sword.**"Hey guys, I brought some potions for you."**Just than Ssarak asked if the attack was over. Meirin's face grew solemn.**"No... This is just the beginning. It's never that simply, you know? This was just one attack. One day they will come back, and we have to be ready for them. They always come back...."**Meirin's memory began to resurface the thoughts of her home. When it too was attacked by demons, forced to fight off the invaders. She saw friends cut down, people she could have saved if she was just a second faster. It was all coming back to her now, and a single tear was shed. She looked at her hands and noticed all the blood. She wasn't sure who's it belonged to. How many people could she have saved today, if she had been stronger? What would happen to the college if she couldn't?
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "***THE NEXT DAY***\n\nThe night went on. For a short while, the morning was silent. Men and women, too tired to fight, still kept constant vigilance to fend off the demons from before. There was a much more noticeable guard presence now, and not a demon in sight. The festive air from yesterday was gone. While the college was clean of it's corpses, the scars from the battle before still lingered in the form of blocked off hallways under reconstruction, and a constant transportation of wagons and caskets. There was much fewer merchant stalls out now, and even they did not seem too eager to do business. The only place that was bustling with activity was the Headmaster's office. However, the headmaster was not present; he was still recovering from his injuries, and thus his teachers took his place. Lucilia was fortunate enough to have some of her fellow teachers Satori and Val assist her in dealing with the long line of victims and leaders who demanded answers for what happened. It would appear that all three women won't have a chance to relax until later that night. Oddly enough, neither delegates from Eania or Djarkel were present. Their deaths were not reported yet, which made the three teachers worried.\n\nAll the while, every able bodied teacher was not busy repairing the college. Due to their skill and powers, the college would be back to normal by the end of the week. Whether or not the college's people recover was another issue entirely. For the most part however, much of the college's facilities were still active, though some of the more commonly taken halls were closed down for repairs. The Infirmary was still packed with the wounded from yesterday, though now Lidda has taken over to care for the injured.\n\nAnnabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth was carefully undoing her bandages. She should consider herself fortunate; while she had many scars from the battle last night, she was in much better condition that Cynn. While both women would live, Cynn was, for the most part, comatose. Annabeth worried for her friend, but she was repeatability told that Cynn would recover within time. She might even wake up today. Annabeth just needed to give her time. Annabeth herself was very much sore from the fight last night, and was told not to do anything strenuous today or threaten opening her wounds. But part of Annabeth knew that she would still go and train.**\"If I was just stronger, better, than Cynn wouldn't be like this... I could have killed him, but... I wasn't good enough....\"**Annabeth wasn't going to wallow in self doubt however. She went over to her closet and donned what was left of her armor. Her sword was, unfortunately, getting repaired at the forge right now. So she'd have to stick with her axe and buckler.\n\nThe dormitory was a mess. The smell of death was still strong, barely masked by the smell of candles and incense. It almost made her want to vomit, but she held it in. Last thing she needed to do was make her own mess. She made her way towards the gymnasium which took a bit longer than usual due to one of the halls being closed off to be repaired. Annabeth found that a lot of halls had to be closed off for repairs, and for a moment she pondered if she should just head back to her dorm and sleep the rest of the day away. But eventually she found one hall that wasn't too badly damaged that she couldn't go through, and from there she headed towards the Gymnasium. Once inside it seemed that she was the first there. She pulled a wicker target out and began a few stretches before hacking away at the target, putting a lot of force behind each swing but working on removing the blade quicker than she put it into the target. A harder task than it sound, but if she could have done so, she might have managed to lop off that assassin's limb instead of wasting time trying to pull her axe from the ground.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak had drank the rest of his potion before going to sleep, hoping that a night's rest under its effects would bring him up to an acceptable state to help with rebuilding. His rest that night had been plagued with nightmares, but nevertheless, he awoke feeling at least marginally better the next morning. He sat up on his bed, yawned, and tried to stretch out his aching muscles. His first impression of how he felt was that he was particularly sore. Looking down at his chest, he saw that his scales were still bruised, but not to the extent as the previous night. The blood had dried, and when he applied pressure to his chest, he no longer felt any sharp pains inside him. It seemed the potion had at least mended his fractured rib. It would take more time for him to get back to normal, but for now, he was fine.\n\nNow that he knew he was fine, there were a thousand other fires in the college he could help put out. Glancing over to the hole between his room and Meirin's, he figured he would make sure she was alright first. She had lost consciousness rather suddenly the previous night, and while she seemed mostly fine, it could not hurt for him to check. \"Meirin, are you awake?\" He asked through the hole loudly enough for her to hear. Knowing what he knew now about Humans' sense of privacy, he did not want to intrude in her room unless she did not respond for too long.\n\n---\n\n**Dirssi Xhotharanil**\n\nObviously, no one had designated a room for Dirssi amid the chaos the previous night, so she had took an empty one temporarily after reuniting with her guards. Two of her guards had died in the fighting, but the rest were uninjured. The same was not likely true for the students who inhabited the room she had taken, as none of them returned in the night. Dirssi quickly dressed herself after she awoke, not that there was much of anything she could do at a moment to accelerate her goals. She was not stupid enough to believe that the college's leadership would worry about handing over a student, who could possibly be dead, to her after such a devastating attack. As much as she hated it, she knew she would just have to wait until the college calmed down so she could either confirm Ssarak had died, or take him into her custody.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]
Meirin woke up when the sun was shining on her face. At first she was just going to turn over and keep on sleeping, but than she fell out of the bed. Which was strange, because she didn't sleep on a bed, but on a bedroll.**"Ow..."**Meirin got off the ground and stood up, only to start feeling her legs tremble.**"Oh right... I over did it yesterday...."**Meirin was rather tired and sore from last nights fighting. While she wasn't at all hurt, but contemplated if she should just stay in bed for today. She certainly wouldn't mind just doxing off. But as Meirin walked abck to her side of the room, her body actually began to feel more limber and loose, and by the time she pulled out her bed roll and laid down she knew that she wouldn't fall asleep any time soon. The warmth was nice though. Eventually Meirin just decided that she'd have a look around the college. She could hear people banging hammers against wood, probably fixing the damage from yesterday. As she stretched her body out Meirin decided that she'd do her best to help out as well. She was certain that most of the demons were dead now, but perhaps she could help in other ways. She was a strong woman, and was no stranger to repairing houses like back at her home town. Granted, not all the buildings back at her home down was made of solid magic stone and such, but still. She changed out of her yesterday clothes and into something clean that she wouldn't mind getting dirty. She looked towards her armory and noticed a few weapons missing.**"That's right, I did use some of them yesterday... I'll have to go get new ones."**Meirin was concerned that no one here would know how to repair or make her types of weapons, which were fairly exotic. She might have to go out and order them from Djarkel. But first thing's first, she needed to help the college. As Meirin was changing she head Ssarak call out to her. That's when she noticed the hole she made yesterday, and that Ssarak might have seen her undress.**"Kyaa!"**She yelped and hid herself behind her closet. While she had a good feeling that Ssarak wasn't teh type to peep, it was an instinctive thing. She quickly finished putting on her clothes and walked towards the whole.**"Yes, I'm awaken now! How are you holding up Ssarak? Ah.... We should probably get this hole fixed. Maybe we could find a Geomancer who could just raise a new wall for us, eh heh heh heh...."**Meirin tried to not remember that it was her fault there was a hole here in the first place. They should have just used a door, but no, she wanted to show off that night of all nights.**"You,,, You didn't see anything, did you?"**
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Ryonara
Meirin Kurenai or just Mei
UserName: Ryonara Age: 22 Mageblood type: Ancient Favoured Magic Class: Weaving Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://i.imgur.com/pkbLmw3.jpg "Meirin Kurenai") Short Bio: Meirin grew up an orphan in the mountains of Djarkel. She was adopted in a martial arts monastery based in the mountains, who help travelers on their way to cities. She spent much of her life there, training and living among the artists. She would, at times, assist travelers and traders by escorting them to the nearest city or town, sometimes accepting payment if the monastery needed money. Most of the time she just spent her days training herself, hoping to one day leave the monastery and open up her own sanctuary someone to help others. When she was sixteen years old, the monastery was attacked. The attackers were not mere bandits and highwaymen, like the ones they've been used to fighting, but demons. No one knew why they came that day and the demons did not make the time to explain themselves. Many of the artists were killed during the initial attack, but after the Master rallied the artists together, they managed to force the demons back into retreat. Meirin was in the thick of it, being one of the first few to be attacked, but also one of the only few to survive. After they repelled the first attack, the Master organized a few artists to find he source of the demon attacks, and Meirin volunteered to go. Though she was young and not the strongest of the artists, she did do quite a number to the demons, and the more experienced artists needed to stay back and prepare the monastery for future attacks. Originally, the Master only sent a small group to scout for the source of the demon attacks. But Meirin sought vengeance for the death of some of her friends. When She and her group did find the source of the demons, a Demonmancer, she convinced the others to help her kill the mage. She planned an ambush and it almost succeeded, if she did not underestimate the abilities of the Demonmancer. Meirin and the scouting party managed to kill a good number of the demons that served the mage, but when they came to finish him off, they fell into a trap themselves. Meirin was the only survivor out of luck, as she was thrown off a thirty foot drop and left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. By the time she had come to, Meirin's allies had been killed down to the last man, once again making her the only survivor. And even though she also found the corpse of the mage who started it all, it was an empty victory for the price they paid for it. Years passed. Meirin truthfully told of what happened that day, including her part in convincing the others to help her ambush the mage. She expected to be exiled for her foolishness, but instead she was given a chance to repent. However, while the monastery may have forgiven her, she never could. She became lethargic, sleeping for hours on end and having nightmares that she doesn't wake up from. Her fellow artists tried to console her, but she could never get over the guilt she felt for essentially sending her friends to death for a vengeance that only she wanted. She tried her best to ignore her nightmares and work on her redemption by being kinder to others, helping them when they need it and not being a bother herself. It worked some of the time, but to her it was just a sorry attempt to make up for her own selfishness. Fairly recently Meirin discovered that she had latent magical abilities which no one in the monastery had much knowledge with. She first discovered her ability with magic when she was practicing a new form, and used some sort of spell that caused her to shoot flames from her hands. She thought she had been cursed somehow and immediately sought the assistance of her fellow artists. Not many knew much in the ways of magic, as even the Master was not a mage, but a few of the elder Artists did know what she may have done. Weaving Magic; an ancient magic that involves movements. The Monastery had once been a place for Weavers, but the practice had slowly died out in favor of more conventional Blood Magics. Nonetheless, they suggested that Meirin go to the mage college and figure out what powers she had within her. After packing up her essentials, she went off to the college and began a new life outside the walls of the monastery. Good Attributes: Martial Artist - Meirin is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, well versed in both practical and aesthetic applications of her martial arts. She's also well trained with swords, knives, and spears. Athletic - Meirin Is quite durable and agile, as her training has emphasized those two traits more over than raw strength. Her endurance is indeed almost supernatural, and while she speed isn't quite the same level, it's still better if not as good as some others. Her strength is nothing to dismiss either, as she could throw a growth man a fair distance with astonishing accuracy. Friendly - Meirin is a nice person, even if others aren't being so nice to her. She wouldn't be the type to ignore someone who needs help, and she'll do it for her own sake rather than any tangible reward. She knows that there are people who would take advantage of her kindness or never appreciate it, but she still keeps up her friendly demeanor for those who aren't going to abuse her attitude or for those who need some kindness. Bad Attributes: Narcolepsy - Meirin has a bad habit of falling asleep very easily when she's not doing anything for more than a minute, and it takes a lot to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up until noon if it was up to her. Now she has to take medicine to help her sleep normally, but without it she'll be back to having bad cases of Narcolepsy. Nightmares - When Meirin falls asleep, she has nightmares from what she did when she tried to seek vengeance against the demonmancer. Not all her nightmares are like that however, and new ones tend to pop up, but even when she goes through old ones they always put her in shock. Unbeknownst to her, this isn't just survivor guilt: She has been cursed by one of the demons she fought against that day. It was simply an illusion to alter her perception of the fight, but now it grows more powerful the longer she lets it lingers in her mind. The medicine and therapy helped deal with these nightmares just a little, but sometimes they seep into her mind and leave her rattled. Cocky - Meirin is quite arrogant with her ability as she believes that the time and effort she put into it (Eighteen years or so) has prepared her to face any problem. While the truth of the matter varies on the situation, she's still very confident in her abilities, too much for her own good. She would think that she can single handily deal against opponents who seem weaker than her, despite other factors that she may not be accounting for. Secret Word: Rebirth
[ { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey hadn't had much of a good sleep. Though his body may heal quickly, the sheer punishment he had suffered under the might of Heus left him in a less than ideal condition. While not nearly injured enough to be bedridden, he was not fit for combat at the moment. So, he would be taking a day off (or rather, forced to. Captain Mathix had noticed his sorry condition and ordered him to rest for the day). Although he did visit Lucilia earlier to see how she was doing. However, she didn't have much time to talk seeing as how she was basically doing Khan's job while he recovered. She had asked a strange task of him, however. She wanted him to deliver a box of clothing to someone by the name of Colette. Normally she wouldn't ask him to do something so... menial but he imagined any assistants she had were dead. In any event he was glad to be doing something productive as opposed to sitting around\n\nWhen he arrived at the dorm, he was surprised to find that it was relatively unscathed. He had passed no less than five breeches to the winter air throughout the halls on the way here. In any event, he wanted to get this over with quickly, while he couldn't work, they never said he couldn't train. With two loud raps on the door, he shouted**\"Hello? Colette? Lady Lucilia asked me to deliver this to you! I'm going to leave it by the door!\"**With that, he gently set the box by her door, and continued on his way to the gymnasium.\n\nWhen he arrived, he noticed it was nearly empty. Nearly. There was a lone woman practicing with an axe and a small shield on one of the training dummies. He watched for a while, and against his better judgement he felt like bothering her a bit. When she took a quick break, he approached, seeing the folly in possibly starting someone when they were swinging a bladed stick around the morning after a demonic incursion.**\"Uh, Miss? Sorry to interrupt, but I saw you practicing and I noticed how you were swinging that weapon...\"**He began, somewhat awkwardly. He didn't wan't it to look like he was insulting the woman, just trying to help. Who knows how many people died yesterday when proper training could have saved their lives?**\"I take it you were trained by someone that uses a two-handed axe? Anyway, when you swing like that you're putting too much force into it, and the blade will just get stuck.\"**for emphasis, he grabbed one of the iron training axes and buried it into the wooden dummy's head.**\"And when you put so much effort into taking it back out, you leave yourself wide open. you should put your hand a little higher on the haft and keep your strikes quick, and your shield close...\"**\n\nHe demonstrated a few attacks with another one, along with a shield. While his shield wasn't as small, the basic principal remained. After that, he backed off. And with a start he realized he hadn't even introduced himself.**\"Er, my name is Grey by the way, I'm a guardsman here... And aside from that you look pretty good. Your stance is good, you seem like you get enough exercise, hell with a little more training you'd be well on your way to mastering the thing.\"**While not imposing, to his trained eye she was formidable. He was good at appraising people's combat effectiveness, and she seemed like a fine warrior, to say nothing of the powerful magic she would likely command. or did command. Age didn't really tell him much about how strong the mages here were.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was glad to hear Meirin's voice, even if she did seem surprised to hear him at first. From her tone, it seemed like she was in good health...or at least acceptable health. His joints popped and ached as he stood, which was both relieving and concerning at the same time. He had not gotten dressed yet, but he was still wearing his leather trousers, so Meirin did not have any unpleasant surprises when she approached the hole in the wall. He approached the hole as well and examined the damage to the stonework.\n\n\"Well, my entire body feels sore, my scales are bruised, and my joints feel like those of a one hundred-eighty year old man, but I am alive, and I will recover. I believe that potion mended my fractured rib. As for this hole, we can ask the next geomancer we see. I doubt it will be a priority for them, but I am sure they will get to it eventually. Until then...I suppose we are roommates. Hopefully, it turns out better than the last time I attempted to be Aruna's roommate.\" Ssarak said with a chuckle. When Meirin asked if he had seen anything, he cocked his head to the side and looked at her curiously. \"See what?\" He asked.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth viciously hacked away at the straw dummy. Occasionally one blow would be particularly powerful and she'd cleave right through it, which brought her a sense of satisfaction that helped her ignore her shortcoming yesterday. These cleaving blows were far and in between, but she felt that she was getting a pattern of idea of how to make it more consistent. As she attempted to cleave a head in half (Which she failed at doing, forcing the axe to get stuck somewhere between the eyes), a voice called out to her. She tried pulling out axe out quickly, but it took her a food five seconds to do so, five seconds in which an opponent could have taken advantage of. Luckily even though she used up so much time to pull her axe out, the person who spoke didn't seem hostile.\n\nAnnabeth turned to see the man who spoke to her. He was dressed in a light guard uniform, which told Annabeth that he was a guard. Why he was her instead of helping with the reconstruction of the college she didn't know. Wasn't her business she suppose, but after yesterday, she didn't want to be caught off guard yet again. She eyed him as he explained how to properly use an axe, even pointing out that she seemed to have taken two-handed axe training instead of her more usual weapon-and-shield style. She still didn't quite trust him, but she took mental notes of his technique on how to handle her axe better. Than the man made proper introductions. He was indeed a guardsman here, and his name was Grey. He complimented Annabeth on her form and physique and even thought that if she kept at it, she'd master the axe.**\"Thank you. And I certainly hope I can get better with this before too long.\"**Annabeth shifted her hand on the handle of her axe, taking into consideration of what Grey told her. She wanted a bit of reach on her weapon, as it was already much shorter than her long sword and any less and she might as well just find herself a large knife. Admittedly her past training had made her used to swinging her axe from near the bottom, and now having so much hilt made it a bit cumbersome. Annabeth figured that she'd find the right balance for her eventually.\n\nRemembering her part in basic manners, Annabeth faced Grey to introduce herself.**\"My name is Annabeth Gulch. I'm a student here at the college. I'm just here to... To get ready for another disaster. Um...\"**Annabeth shook her head. She really should stop thinking about yesterday. If she need something to focus on, she should focus on getting the right handling on her axe.**\"So what brings you here, Sir Grey? I had thought all the guardsmen were working towards reconstructing the college/ At least, that's what I seem most of them doing if they aren't... Well, guarding.\"**", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]
**"Ah... It was nothing important. Don't think too much about it."**Meirin waved off her last question. She did crack a smile at Ssarak's joke about them being rooms mates now with the hole int he wall however. A bit of humor would help ease tensions, she hoped.**"Well, now that I'm in good health, I was thinking of trying to help the college out a bit. The sound of construction woke me up, so I figured they could use an extra hand with repairs and what not. Are you interested in helping them too?"**She could see the usefulness of a large Eysire like Ssarak for the repair efforts. Though another thought came into her mind as she continued to wonder how she was going to help the college.**"Ah, but just so you know, we're probably not going to have much of a break. I mean, once we start I doubt they'll just let us walk off whenever we feel like it. If you have any plans today, I understand if you don't want to come. Since classes are canceled for the day, I figured I'd use my free time to be productive."**
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