[OOC] Spiritum - Reborn

[vietmyke]

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_{F A S T F A C T S
▲ Futuristic Fantasy setting
▲ Action, adventure, drama, romance, and mystery.
▲ Magic, airships, magitek, eldritch abominations and one hell of a road trip.
▲ Story shaped by the players. World-building encouraged.
▲ The RP itself will most likely progress at a slower pace, as people have other commitments that of course must come first.}

_{P I T C H}

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And cometh the swallowing darkness.
A blighted destiny by sinners south,
leaving only tragedy by powers wrought.
By hands of Lyssa and the touch of her lips,
those brought pure will face the tide.
Despair not for those lost in the darkness
but look towards the peace of the new dawn.
Canticle of Fajjar 17:1

The story of Spiritum is about a world known as Yerin, a world where magic and technology have mixed and flowed together for centuries. Long before man had conquered the world, creating massive metropolises, machines that could soar among the very heavens, and highways that stretched seemingly endless across the horizon, before it all a pact was made with the Gods. In exchange for our eternal reverence they taught us the secrets of magic, the ability to draw from the Astral Mist to bend and shape reality in ways thought to be unimaginable. The Gods gave them the gifts of powerful and magical minerals descending from the heavens in floating islands, and embedding themselves over and around the lands of Yerin. Large concentrations of these minerals fueled the industrialization of the world, and would form the centers upon which great civilizations would form around. Referred to as Levistone, when refined into Etherium fuel, these magical minerals served as power sources, mechanisms to enable flight, and the backbone of which modern technology would be built on.

It would be these valuable minerals which would nearly plunge the world into ruin due to greed and malice in equal parts. One of the kingdoms that had formed around massive deposit of Levistone would one day become the sprawling Vangar Empire. Over time the Vangar evolved into a strong military and industrial powerhouse. They used the Levistone to fuel their army and industry and over time the large deposits across their lands began to run empty. To ensure their continued prosperity, Vangar began to invade the many lesser kingdoms around them to secure their Levistone supplies for their own use.

This cycle has lead to the current state affairs with the Vangar-Rassvet conflict. The small Kingdom of Rassvet was a small but influential land with a storied history dating back to when the Pact was made. Rassvet followed a policy of strict isolation and neutrality for most of its existence, preferring to keep out of major conflicts whenever they could. Careful guarding and use of their own Levistone deposits have preserved them to state of potential power unmatched in all of Yerin. Seeing an opportunity to secure a massive boon to their Empire, the Vangar marched into Rassvet with the intent to annex the kingdom and secure their prosperity for the near future.

Leading the charge against the Vangar invasion is a special branch of the Rassvet military known as WARDEN. Selected from a very young age based upon their aptitude to draw upon the Mist, these warriors possessing both martial and magical skill far above the standard soldier. With the help of these warriors, the Rassvet army has managed to hold the much larger Vangar Excursionary Force at bay for a little over six months now. Though day by day the Vangar continue to gain ground and casualties mount in the thousands on both sides.

All the while the coming darkness as foretold by the Oracles themselves approaches. Many believe it is a product of the war and the dead. The corpses and the smell of blood driving the monsters from their hiding places mad with a ravenous lust for blood. Many also theorize that the rapid mining and usage of Levistone disrupting dens of monsters, and bringing them out into the forefront.

Among all of this, the story of Spiritum focus upon a group of freshly graduated WARDENs intent on going on one last road trip as a sort of collective 'family' before they are shipped out to the front lines. Par for the course things don't go as planned. One series of unforeseen events later eventually leads to this group coming to escort a young child with a mysterious necklace connected to the coming darkness and hunted by both Rassvet and Vangar on a world spanning journey to save it all.

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Welcome one and all to Spiritum - Reborn, a reboot of @Hexaflexagon's Spiritum RP. two parts Final Fantasy, and one part Lord of the Rings, Spiritum is a story about nations and nationalism, moral quandaries, plucky adventures and the lengths at which individuals will go to preserve their power.

The world of Yerin is a living and breathing one. A world with its own convoluted and sometimes purely idiotic history spanning backwards thousands of years. It's a world with its own backstabbing aristocrats, religions, cultures, heroes, and prophecies. Yet at the same time much of this background has been intentionally left as vague snippets. Allowing players to add to the lore as little or as much as they please.

The story itself will go at a slower pace focusing more upon character interaction and development in the interest of creating good scenes and interactions between players rather than rushing forward from action set piece to action set piece. The focus always being on telling a good story. It's a strange tale about friendship, war, the inevitability of oblivion, the burden of fate, and the choices we make. But hey if it sounds like your thing well then why don't you come and say hi?

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General world-building stuff for your reading pleasure. More will be added as we go on.

Y E R I N

Yerin is a planet roughly the size of Earth with an orbital period of 400 days. There is one unified supercontinent roughly the size of Pangea surrounded by a smattering of islands almost 25,000 in number, the largest of which is roughly the size of Alaska. As is expected temperatures are warmest near the equator and gradually become cooler as you approach the extreme north and south. The geography is varied from seemingly endless deserts to soaring mountains that stretch far into the sky. Civilization has left its mark upon this geography. Highways snake across the land connecting cities, forests are cleared to make perfectly calculated crop fields and land is torn upon to access the precious minerals beneath.

Though it would be foolish to say that man has conquered Yerin. The planet's wild spirit roars loudly. Beasts of all kinds roam the lands, many large enough to destroy most with nought but a flick of there claws. Large wyvrns and other flying creatures rule the skies harrassimg airships that dare to fly through thier territory. The seas are no better home to leviathans that would glady drag an unsuspecting sailor to an early watery grave. Due to the general ferocity of much of the local fauna, the people of Yerin have come to a cautious respect of the living world around them in most things.

All in all 10/10 would visit again.

R A S S V E T

A small kingdom surrounded on three sides by the outerlaying Vangar provinces and on one side by the ocean. Once a small collection of loosely united city states under the protective aura of a large network of Levistone- the largest placed in the center of its Capitol referred to as the Bastion- united close to 1,000 years ago by King Tyrol after centuries of infighting. Ever since then Rassvet has prided itself as an intellectual and cultural powerhouse among the nations of Yerin. Birthplace of the Industrial Revolution which propelled the world into modern era, many come flocking to its lands to pursue intellectual and business endeavors. Nevertheless, the real power that the kingdom possess is not in its people but upon the natural bounty they live upon. Along with massive deposits of Levistone, courtesy of its nearby floating islands, alongside abundant veins of iron and mithril in its hills and mountains, Rassvet materials are shipped around all of Yerin to be used in everything from cellular devices to tanks and ensures the continued prosperity of the kingdom.

Following a small and almost bloodless civil war, between nationalist and royalist parties almost 200 years ago Rassvet became a constitutional monarchy. Most of the power these days is held by the Royal Assembly. The Assembly is composed of 51 individuals, fifty of which are voted on by the citzenery and one of which is appointed by the King. The Assembly is generally considered a rather corrupt establishment run by bribes and the will of the donors. Nevertheless, it gets its job done and the people are generally willing to overlook said corruption. Having a general directive to keep trade flowing and insure businesses continue to invest in their lands the assembly follows a strict neutrality policy in any and all conflicts.

When Vangar invaded, the military was blindsided despite its stronger defensive position. Vangar armor rolled across farmland, airships bombed military aerodomes and infantary stormed underprepared border forts. The defenders were shattered and crushing blow after crushing blow pushed the Rassvet line to a stone's throw of the capital Orestia. Artillery smashed into the city that historians called the 'shining flame of progress', skyscrapers were turned to heaps of rubble and even the Royal Palace was partly damaged in the shelling that commenced. Morale weakened by the day and Vangar higher ups expected the Royal Assembly to offer a peace deal within the month.

The siege would only be broken by none other then Prince Fenris, eldest son of King Balthazar and a career military man. Fenris was promoted to General of the Armies to take on a job that five other men with twice his experience could not. Willing to take the drastic numerical losses needed to break the Vangar siege he give the Rassvet military its first victory it had seen in weeks. Slowly the Vangar have been pushed back to the border that they once easily took control of after a decisive campaign by Rassvet to push deep into Imperial territory.

V A N G A R

The mightiest sovereign state in Yerin. Originally a republic governed by a sprawling senate, the rise of the military brought about the shift to an imperial system 400 years ago. With the change in governance, Vangar began invading its neighboring lands, securing their land and resources, quickly becoming the largest realm in Yerin. While in the past the emperor was traditionally of the military, a purge of key figures in the military by emperor's long past lead to a brutal civil war making Vangar into an absolute monarchy.

While Rassvet may have been the birthplace of industrialization it was Vangar that harnessed it to its full potential. Using the power of factories and the assembly line they were able to supply there military at staggering speeds to fuel thier almost constant war economy. It was Vangar that perfected the magitek equipment that almost all modern infantry uses in combat. Though because of this Vangar is trapped in a endless cycle. They harvest resources, those resources are used to supply the army, supplies run low so they invade other nations and the cycle continues.

The current one in charge of perpetuating this cycle is High General Zalser Auckwaeld. The current head of the Imperial Excursionary Force, Zalser is of a different make than most Vangar Generals. Born in a lower middle class family rather than the auspices of the nobility, he worked his way to the top through hard work and dedication. At thirty three years of he is one of the youngest generals in the history of the Empire. Young, charismatic, loyal, and a tactical prodigy he serves as the face of a land whose capital is thousands of miles away.

F A I T H

There is one major religion in Yerin, the Order of Dawn. The Order is one of the oldest continually operating organizations in the world. Taking dominance after several religious wars about several hundred years prior the Order can be found almost everywhere. Independent of any government cathedrals and shrines can be found in almost every major city. While they technically hold no political sway outside of the border of Fazra, the floating city (the holy seat of the order) many governments cast edicts that favor the Order. The general idea being that it is easier to keep them appeased than have them declaring religious war against you.

The public are familiar with two major faces of the Order, the inquisitors and the maidens. The madiens tend to the day to day operations of the Order's many buildings. They offer guidance, spiritual healing and the occasional if rare exorcism. Generally there numbers are made up of orphaned young girls that are taken in and raised by the Order. They are taught how to harness magical power to perform a variety of miracles. The inquisitors on the other hand are the martial branch of the Order. Most serve as the police and defenders of Fazra from those that would wish to harm the holy city. Some though are seen throughout Yerin hunting down heretics per ancient accords signed generations ago. These inquisitors are more like special forces than any religious group rooting out those that would spread unpure words across the land.

M A G I C

Magic is the art of being able to pull from the Astral Mist. The Mist is the surrounding energy that encompass the space around Yerin in its plane of reality. Stars and galaxies are not as we know them but actually points of highly clustered magical energy within the Mist itself. The art of mastering this power comes in two parts. First and arguably the more important of the two is a person's natural aptitude as some are just wired to be more finely tuned to Mist than others. The second is actually learning how to use said magic, the memorization and knowledge of vast sums of knowledge whose complexities and intricacies mean the difference between a successful spell and leveling an entire city block.

The power bound in spell formulae may be used for healing, teleportation, destruction, creating illusions, and altering form. Though the mist also affected by the caster themselves and each magical burst is different from person to person. Magic is considered a danger, a blessing, the future, an art and a science all wrapped into one tight bundle. Despite its dangerous properties and potential for massive abuse, magic is seen as something of a sacred thing. As a gift from the Gods it carries with it a certain amount of weight and wonder that comes from centuries of religious thought. Due to its divine origins, the Church has a strong investment in the magical arts and its oracles are some of the best magic users in all of Yerin.

T E C H N O L O G Y

Technology in the world of Yerin has developed alongside and with advancements of magic. This fusion of the unknown and the rational being a fundamental building block in the world. From a technological level the world is futuristic compared to our own but close enough to our own reality as to not be totally distant. People drive cars, take trains and use airships to get around. They have wireless phones and their own form of the internet. It's a place where soldiers with assault rifles can be seen fighting against flying monsters and men that can call down electricity from the sky. They also have other more stranger things like giant walking war machines, matter replicators, floating cities and gunsblades.

In many places technology and the industries around it is seen as the way forward as especially in the Vangar Empire and its provinces where they have had to focuses heavily on technology, using magic and Etherium to augment and enhance rather than as the sole source of advancement. It's the general rule in all places, that technology general comes first as a military invention before slowly over time being filtered down into the general public's use.

W A R D E N

WARDEN can trace it starts back to the early years of the Rassvet. Following in the lineage of a monastic order of magic wielding knights who protected the kingdom from evils that normal men could not. WARDEN serves in the same general purpose of defense of the Kingdom but now do it as decisive shock troops using combined technological and magic power to shatter enemy lines and go on general suicide missions for most normal people.

Every year the Rassvet Government conducts a grand survey of all children within their lands ten years of age. They run the children through what amounts to a series of aptitude tests of all kinds. Those who were considered possessing desirable traits were then taken to the Capital to be trained in the Citadel. The sprawling complex that is essentially a city sized military base within a bigger city complete with its own security force, power supply and laws would become the children's home for the next ten years. Within they were put through hell through one of the most rigorous training regimes in all of Yerin.

Cross trained in a variety of disciplines, including but not limited to: Rifle and small arms marksmanship, close quarters combat and field surgery, WARDENs are trained in both conventional warfare as well as guerrilla tactics, and specialize in using magic in conjunction to traditional arms and armor.

Upon graduating WARDENs are placed into one of three tiers:

First Class are the best that WARDEN has to offer. Operating on a level beyond any member of the Rassvet military including their fellow WARDENs and consisting of barely one hundred individuals at any given time these individuals are regarded as some of the most fearsome warriors on the planet. 1st class WARDENs are given special privileges and are sent in to deal with the most important of matters and are usually working behind the insure the protection of Rassvet. They generally act as singular walking armies going in alone and without backup.

Second Class WARDENs are generally squadron leaders put in charge of Third Class WARDENs, and are above the average cut and skilled combatants and tacticians. Those that are not in command position are sent in squads to deal with direct concerns that while troubling do not require 1st Class intervention. Only the best of the Second Class have even a chance of being promoted up to 1st Class.

Third Class WARDENs are the general face of WARDEN as they are the most numerous and the most commonly seen by the public. They work alongside the regular forces of the Rassvet military as independent detachments working in tandem to complete operations. Their most common use is as shock troops designed to create large holes within enemy positions to be exploited.

L E V I S T O N E

The catchall term for powerful, arcane minerals, Levistone is filled with magic energies and can be harnessed as powerful power supplies. Most modern day applications of Levistone consist of refining it into Etherium fuel, for use in various technologies, though they have also are in use in their raw form. With their faint blue glow, large Levistones seem to have other effects such as keeping monsters away, and large Levistones are often placed in the center of small towns, or around larger cities to keep monsters at bay. However, the process of refining Levistone into Etherium fuel seems to have the reverse affect, as many monsters appear in greater numbers when Etherium fuel is used or burned.

M I S T B U R N

Rough Copy Pasta from Discord by Hex - will edit to look prettier soon
Stage 1 happens right after somebody pushes past their natural mist limit.
Symptoms here are pretty similar to withdrawal symptoms
Loss of powers, lightheadnes, vertigo, general fatigue, pains throughout the body et cetera. You feel like crap because essentially you have done a dumb and pushed yourself too far.
Everyone still following me?
Because now things get wacky.

STAGE 2
This stage happens when the idiot experiencing Stage 1 symptoms decided to keep on pushing themselves. Keep on taking in and processing Mist for whatever reasons.
Stage 2 has been compared to feeling something of one hell of an adrenaline rush. You start to feel good.
The headache goes away and so does the fatigue, heartrate increases, healing abilities began to increase, you feel more alive, patients feel quicker and more responsive. And it's also where you start to feel the heat kinda like the sun at the beach on a summer's day.
This is why people usually keep on pushing because they believe they pushed passed whatever was holding them back and that they got this.
They do not got this.

STAGE 3
In this stage the individual body has taken in much more mist than a normal person should have taken in at this point. This is where you start to get into irreversible damage territory. reatment shall come at the end don't you worry
Anyway Stage 3 symptoms include: the Individual is now quite hot to the touch almost as if they have a very high fever, pupils are dilated almost completely, heart rate is getting dangerously high at this point, and veins and eyes began to glow with the mist pushing through them. At this point a User's raw magical ability has increased somewhere in the ten-fold ability taking a Setzer to somewhere in a Galahad level in terms of comparison. While physical strength and speed are beyond superhuman with cuts on the body now healing quicker than a blade can move.
Stage 3 is also when mental faculties began to decline rapidly.
Increased mania, paranoia, and aggression abound. At this point most only care for more power and more power means taking in more mist.

STAGE 4
Stage 4 is the closest somebody will come to being a 'living God' particularly more mist than man at this point.
Symptoms include: glow now beginning to consume the entire body starting from the extremities, being so physically bright and hot that people around you physically experience severe sunburn and possible retinal damage, skin beginning to crack and disintegrate into dust leaving only mist held together in a human shape, and a life span of perhaps ten minutes if you are lucky
But on the bright side if you ever wanted to pick up a moutain with your brain and throw it at somebody you now have your chance.
But as mentioned before Stage 4s burn real bright but they burn quick as well leading us to

STAGE 5
At Stage 5 Congrats! You have successfully achieved what a professional would call a Full Burn.
Not a lot of people make it here but you managed to!
At Stage 5 the Mist has taken over completely
Basically rewriting your entire DNA to make you into more Mist
Or something like that nobody knows for certain
Whatever happens whatever was holding the human shape together in Stage 4 breaks apart

[HeySeuss]

Spoiler; same character from the last round.

Gideon

Gideon Tyrol Anbruch
21|5'10|A+

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Blonde-haired and gray-eyed, he inherited the classic looks of the Rass line. A decade spent in assault courses, ruck marches and other combat training exercises at the Citadel have left him lean in places, and thickened in others; a broad back and shoulders, long legs and strong arms. Off-duty, he prefers a button down shirt, untucked, and jeans, preferring a casual look that helps him blend into a club or pub. If on leave long enough, he'll put on some stubble as a bit of rebellion against the clean cut look always expected of him.

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Gideon likes to affect a devil-may-care attitude and pretend to be a thick-headed jock that fires synapses but infrequently. He is a good actor, having been forced to play a role under scrutiny much his life.

It's not really a lie, he enjoys a good sweat and physical activity to take his mind off things. He also enjoys problems to solve. He's more of a hands on person. If anything, he is quick to make irreverent comments and likes to be one of the lads, particularly in the barracks at the Citadel. He has remained at a Cadet Corporal rank (academy rank means little to one's career afterward, when it gets real) because he's wanted to. He made sure to mouth off to the right people at the right time to prevent some sort of big to-do about a prince getting promoted to any sort of special position in the Warden Corps of Cadets.

He is, in a sense, able to manipulate people from that perspective. Nonetheless, he wants to prove that he is more than his name and his family. Granddady isn't going to be on a battlefield to keep him safe, and he has a bit of a chip on his shoulder about being given special treatment. When he's not deliberately being a smartass, the real Gideon is watching people carefully. He's done it all his life, trying to figure people out. They're the most interesting puzzle. His psychological adaptability, which is part of his 'one of the lads' charm, has been noted by his instructors.

Also part of that 'one of the lads' attitude is that he tends to be distant to strangers. Not one for casual acquaintance is Gideon, he prefers the company of people he knows and trusts. The public eye is harsh on his family, and he doesn't let people past a casual acquaintance into friendship all that easily. He is good at putting people at arm's length, but among mates, he's fairly relaxed.

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Born as the second-born child of HRH Daniel Rass Anbuch, Herzog von Austberg and the second son of King Balthazar, and HRH Johanna (neé Giehl), Gideon was born into notoriety and media scrutiny. Prince Daniel, a naval officer until there was a terrible training accident, became heavily involved in public relations work and philanthropy, which was considered a good option for the royal family at large. His mother, a materials scientist, met Daniel while working as a R&D project manager for Rassvet Military Industries (RMI), working on current generation polymers for military applications. Gideon was the middle child and was somewhat forgettable until the Survey when he was assessed with a connection to the Mist.

The reality was that while the Royal Family could have pulled strings to avoid having WARDEN take young Gideon, it was considered a good thing to have a youngster of House Anbruch in the ranks of one of the kingdom's most visible institutions. It was meant to be a stint in the Wardens and then onto a life of doing something else. Gideon was put through the training like the others, though he made up for it when given time away from the Citadel. There was, regrettably, media scrutiny. Like any teenager, he screwed up multiple times, said dumb things and made a jackass of himself, especially as the later years happened and the parties got more outlandish and ridiculous. House Anbruch's press relations people had their hands full, at times.

When he wasn't pulling stunts or engaged in military training, he took to the rugby field, enjoying a good sweat -- it took his mind off things. His academic performance was alright, but not in the top percentile. His performance in the military training was quite good, he had endurance to spare, and his magical talents were unorthodox. He picked courses with an emphasis on asymmetric warfare; SERE, improvised explosives, construction, demolition (including IED's), communications, reconnaissance and camouflage, many of these taught by veteran WARDEN instructor Sergeant-Major Matthias Rask, who took a shine to Gideon and assumed a mentorship role. He also took courses in the Vangar language. In field exercises where he was handed the command of a squad of classmates, normal rotation where they were all tested as such, he scored much higher than his strictly classroom grades would indicate. His understanding of limitations, with less magical firepower than most of his classmates, made him adaptable and creative, since falling short is not a part of his makeup.e.

During the last couple years, he had a relationship with a much older woman by the name of Georgette Duvalier, an art broker, and it got out. As divorced thirty-something and the barely-twenty scion of one of the Realm's princes made for quite the tabloid scandal and headlines. In one particular instance, Gideon threw a cameraman that asked nasty questions about Ms. Duvalier's emotional breakdown down onto the pavement, which resulted in a disciplinary action at the Citadel. He was unrepentant about the whole thing, as only a young man could be with the first woman that took his heart. All the same, after that, there were no more outings on leave; he and his friends would spend their time on safe grounds, out of town and well away from the press.

Graduation came on the heels of the war; they cut out the visits anyway and the pressure was on. Suddenly, WARDENs were needed as they never were before. It was surprising to Gideon that they weren't graduated in a fast ceremony and sent to the front, but the supreme effort of Rassvet's Defense Forces managed to create a stalemate situation on the Orestia line. Now, facing the prospect of deployment, Gideon and some of his classmates are waiting for their assignments, and some of them won't be coming back to the reunions. So they have one last chance to howl at the moon together before they have to let go of their childhoods and take on their sworn duty.

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Gideon is best with ranged weaponry, typically using an assault rifle or carbine for versatility. His power is not one of the most burgeoning, but he's put in a lot of effort and thought into his use of magic; others practice slinging fireballs, Gideon spent his time at the Citadel improvising with known effects and finding new things to do with what he had. In this world of fireballs, he works in subtlety and shadows. He has a taste for magics that are often overlooked and has, cunningly, combined this with his studies in asymmetric warfare and improvised weaponry, including explosives, to give him quite the ability to lay ambushes and create mayhem behind the lines. Closer up, Gideon is more of a takedown guy, instead of a toe-to-toe fighter like so many other Wardens. Not for him, a fair fight. To that effect, he is particularly good with the standard issue "Knife, Fighting Mk.IV," which is mostly steel and a grip wrapped in paracord.

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In his off time, he is an avid hiker and mountain climber, if he's not on a rugby field. He's all for the challenge and, most importantly, the privacy of the outdoors.

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- Setzer - Strong relationship based on mutual interests and a shared outlook. The training was meant to encourage bonding between squadmates. There is one key difference; Setzer likes the limelight, Gideon is much harder to approach. Odds are that if one is in trouble, the other is on hand to assist in some way.
- Galahad - The two got off on the wrong foot but managed to settle it down during the course of school. Essentially, the argument came down to attitude and everything chilled out around the time the puberty wore off. It also helped that they started collaborating on tactical problems; that collaboration helped put Barghest Squad on top of class rankings in field exercises.
- Zimmy - Zimmy is firmly friendzoned in Gideon's world. Sometimes, Zimmy is everyone's best bet for a good time. However, if one needs sleep, peace and quiet, she is the enemy. Sometimes, Gideon feels tired just looking at her zip around and he's an endurance athlete (as they all are.)
- Lee - Lee is the social opposite of Gideon but for all that, he's a colleague; they think alike and so they are often bouncing ideas off one another. Both prefer the unorthodox and unconventional in their approaches. On the other hand, they tend to mouth off at each other, so it sounds like they're constantly putting each other down but in petty sorts of ways where they mock each other's accent and socio-economic background, along with other offensive stereotypes. End of the day, there's a shared joy in watching properly set explosives go off on the intended recipients.

[Rtron]

Making a CS tomorrow or Sunday.

[vietmyke]

And here's Galahad for people who need some more examples of CSs

Galahad

Galahad Quaid
21 | 6' | O+

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Standing in at six feet tall, Galahad is a lithe and sinewy individual with the appearance of one who is used to continuous physical exertion, without some of the bulk of his fellow WARDEN members. As expected of WARDEN members, his physique is in top shape, and his thin, but broad shouldered body is akin to the triangular build of that of a swimmer. His skin is a lightly tanned color; and his body, while bearing an abnormally large number of scars compared to the average individual, when compared to a fellow WARDEN, is relatively unscathed.

Galahad has sharp and prominent facial features, with strong cheekbones and brow. His golden blonde hair falls in graceful waves around his head, charming many a stranger, and his eyes are a similarly warm amber despite possessing a piercing, almost chilling gaze. His sense of style outside of his WARDEN uniforms is modern and minimalist, yet stylish.

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Cool and collected, Galahad is a confident, yet soft-spoken individual. His calm and collected demeanor is often mistaken for an uncaring and aloof disposition, and his cynicism and pessimist/realist attitude does little to change the opinions of others. Underneath his quiet persona lies an innate brilliance, a highly intuitive and calculative mind. Highly logical and orderly, Galahad is efficient and analytical, but often accused of lacking outward compassion. He is a competent tactician boasting considerable knowledge of theory, though lacking in field experience. Strong willed and possessing an air of determination, Galahad can be highly critical and will rarely hesitate to call others out on their shortcomings, often leading to him butting heads with others.

Direct and to the point, this sharp witted soldier avoids beating around the bush and doesn't mince words. Galahad likes to maintain awareness over every situation he's in and is quick on the ball, able to make snap judgements in combat and react to a constantly changing situation. Capable of operating at peak efficiency, even during times of great stress, Galahad has a very analytic attitude and can be very perceptive and intuitive in regards to people.

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A child prodigy hailing from the Rassvet Capital city of Orestia, Galahad is the only son of General Quaid, a prominent leader in the Rassvet military. General Quaid is well known amongst his peers, and served for a short time as the executive officer of Prince Fenris himself before being granted his own command. Galahad's childhood was strict and rigid, and consisted of private lessons, tutors, fencing lessons, and statescraft among other things. Throughout his childhood, Galahad proved to be exceptionally bright, and often outperformed his tutors after periods of months, causing the Quaid family to have to cycle through professors from all over Rassvet, and even other parts of the world. An underspoken yet brilliant child, Galahad completed courses rated for adolescents several years older than him before he turned 10.

Upon turning 10, Galahad was taken to the Citadel for testing like many other 10 year olds. His physical tests were average and nothing special, but his mental aptitude and magical tests rocked scales for WARDEN standards. As such, WARDEN requested that Galahad be put into one of their numbers, to which his father readily agreed, seeing the WARDENS as a chance for Galahad to continue the family lineage. Galahad had little opinion either way, and relegated his decision to his father's.

Upon entering the Citadel, Galahad quickly propelled himself to the top percentiles of his class, his natural brilliance and aptitude with magic, as well as a surprising amount of natural leadership supposedly born of his pedigree sending him towards the top, with only his physical abilities holding him back. During training, Galahad maintained a aloof and confident demeanor, and cared little of what anyone thought of him, students, and instructors alike, and spoke with his actions more than his words. This gained him fans, friends, rivals, and enemies in equal number, some valuing what he brought to the table and his dependability, while others disliking his arrogance and coldness. A natural leader among his peers, Galahad gained popularity among his classmates as both an effective leader as well as follower.

Galahad's main shortcomings were his physical aptitudes, which were by no means poor. Galahad's physical attributes, while not stellar when compared to some of his classmates, were far from substandard, and he remained on par and competitive with the general body of his class. To make up for his physical lackings, Galahad primarily relied on his intelligence among other skills to see him through physical challenges, which only got him so far in tests of pure physical strength.

Graduating near the top percentile of his class, Galahad narrowly missed the cut for First Class WARDEN, and was relegated to Second Class until he gained more field experience. Galahad left the Citadel with a small, core group of comrades, and a newfound confidence in himself. Upon graduation, several of his friends suggested taking a trip, a last hurrah of sorts, before they received their assignments to the frontlines.

_{C O M B A T}

A magic specialist in all definitions of the phrase, Galahad takes his place among his peers as one of the best mages in class. What allows Galahad to stand out is his ability to manage multiple destructive elements simultaneously, changing spell type, and form to fit his needs in the current situation. He can form and propel tiny chunks of stone and metal like bullets, call down lightning from the sky, and loose a blinding flash of light without missing a step. While capable of shows of great power, Galahad prefers to make his magical attacks relatively small, precise and concentrated, favoring the preservation of energy and smart use of resources; and reserves flashy displays of power for intimidation and destruction of enemy morale. Galahad is a versatile and dependable spellcaster, and overwhelms his foes with repeated, precise strikes from multiple angles and sources. Galahad is also learned in other areas of magic as well, including short ranged teleportation, healing and illusion magic, though these skills are less practiced than his other specializations.

While normally preferring to conduct combat from a safe distance, Galahad is just at home on the frontlines with his comrades, magic rapier in one hand, and barrier spell in the other. Darting in to deliver a few quick blows with his blade and then pulling back, Galahad is a nimble fighter when on the front lines, fully aware of his lack of bulk when compared to some of the other frontline fighters, and as such rarely stays in one place for too long.

_{N O T E S}

N/A

_{R E L A T I O N S H I P S}

• Setzer - For all their arguments, they're actually rather close. Always trying to one up each other in an eternal, somewhat pointless, and largely regarded as for-show rivalry of Brain vs. Brawn.
• Gideon - Got off to a rough start, with differing expectations of one another upon first introductions. Said differences have mellowed out over the course of their training, and are now strong friends.

[vietmyke]

I should note that character sheet templates are in the 0th post of the cs tab

[OrkytheOrc]

Hey I'm new and I really would like this to be my very first rp. If you any one could help with some of the questions before I make my character. Can my character be a half-orc? I didnt know if that exists Yerin but if it does I have a story to explain it. Would it possible for a character to enter the WARDENs with little magical aptitude but inhuman strength, hense the half orc. Finally, how do I do the character sheet?

[Rtron]

Lori

Lorica 'Lori' Desitren
21 | 5'8" | O-

_{A P P E R A N C E}

Lean and hard, with edges instead of curves, Lori has the body of a woman who has been training almost her entire life to be a solider. Surprisingly, especially when one looks at her classmates, Lori's body remains scar free, as if she was unmarked by the years of harsh training. The feminine traits of Lorica's have been minimized by the decade long training program to be a WARDEN, though she tries to accessorize when she can with jewelry and makeup. Her hair, despite her best efforts when she was younger, seems to remain in that fluffy and upright position in almost any situation. Her slightly-too-large, glowing, eyes are often idly scanning and studying the area, a habit gained from fleeing a conquered country and her years of WARDEN training. Surrounding her at all times is a swarm of insects (similar to fireflies), flashing different colors at seemingly random. They react to her emotions, swarming angrily and buzzing loudly if she's infuriated, flashing rapidly and moving erratically if she's happy, sinking and flying slowly if she's sad, so on so forth. If one was to watch closely, they would see these insects occasionally land on Lori's body and crawl into a hole a little larger than 1/4th of an inch in diameter, disappearing inside of her. Lori's body is a living hive for these creatures, and she dotes on them, treating them as most would treat their dogs or cats.

Outside of her WARDEN uniform she prefers to wear long pants and jackets, her white scarf always with her.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Lori is a fairly friendly and chatty person, more than willing to and capable of starting conversations with complete strangers for nothing more than the sake of conversation. She likes people, and likes talking with them, even with those who would rather she didn't. She seems to find silence discomforting, and can be often found quietly humming to herself or singing a small song under her breath. A woman of high passions and powerful emotions, she isn't afraid to let her opinions be known and be known well. Most notably, she hates the Vangar with every fiber of her being. It is a burning fire that threatens to consume her entirely. They took everything from her, and she fully intends to make them pay for it.

This hatred is the driving force behind her. It fueled her during her training, kept her going when her body felt like breaking, and kept her awake when her studying exhausted her and threatened to overwhelm her. Its her source of strength. She can't fail, for then the Vangar would get away with all that they have done to her, and she won't let that happen. She intends to make sure they pay. All of them. In addition to her tendency to feel her emotions strongly and act upon them, this hatred has been noted by her instructors as a potential risk. While good for keeping her going against all odds, and for forming camaraderie with her classmates and allies, it can lead to reckless decisions and easy manipulation. Based on repeated lessons and warnings from her instructors, and the consequences she dealt with as a result of her lack of discipline over the years, Lori has achieved a modicum of control over her emotions and reactions. However, she still struggles with keeping that discipline at times.

When she's not devoting herself to preparing for killing the Vangar, Lori can be found studying the various animals and creatures that proliferate the world of Yerin. Animals, insects, even the monsters Etherium fuel attracts, are all of great interest and delight to her. If her homeland hadn't been conquered by the Vangar Empire, and she hadn't become a refugee in Rassvat, it is almost certain she would have gone into the field of zoology. As it is, she studies and researches the animals when she can.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

Lori was born to the nation of Astran, to the tribe of Desitren. In the Astran Confederacy, each tribe had a unique bond with a creature, identifying them and their purpose. Their bond being with small swarms of insects, the Desitren tribe controlled the economy and functioned as the mercantile caste of Astran. Lorica spent her early years learning how to be a merchant and doing calculations. It was of little interest to a young Lori, preferring to spend her days playing with the animals her family had, and finding new ones to adopt. But she did it anyway, as it was her duty to her family.

This all ended when Lori was five, and the Vangar Empire invaded the Astran Confederacy. The Confederacy had kept on the Empire's good side by supplying their front lines with Etherium fuel from their own land, allowing Vangar troops through their lands with no resistance, and by virtue of being neither Levistone rich enough to warrant invading, nor militarily powerful enough to be considered a threat. When the old High King died, his successor was a staunch anti-Imperialist. He viewed Vangar, and all that it did, with disgust. He rallied his people, unifying them against the 'evil of Vangar'. He promised and end of Astran aid of the war fueled Empire. And an increase in the aid of those it was attacking. As soon as he took power he put a stop to all Astran support of the Empire. Any troops crossing the borders were attacked and killed. Etherium shipments were destroyed rather than fall into Vangar hands. These actions, while noble, would prove the end of Astran.

The Vangar response was swift and brutal. Within days they had invaded the Astran confederacy. After a short but fierce resistance, the High King died defending the capital and the always tenuous Astran unity shattered like glass. They separated into the city states they had started out as, and were all conquered within a month.

Lorica and her parents fled to Rassvet, as the country was still taking in refugees at the time. They would spend the next five years trying to adapt and fit in with the natives, ultimately failing. They couldn't bring themselves to forget about their homeland, and the resistance they heard rumors of in it. When Lori was selected to be part of the WARDENS, they seized the opportunity. They wouldn't be seeing her for a decade at any rate, and their homeland needed them. With a final goodbye, they sent Lorica off to her training and set off on their own journey back to Astran. It was the last time Lorica saw them and the last time she heard anything from them.

Lorica entered the Citadel with a burning hatred of the Vangar and a desperate need to prove herself as something more than just a refugee who fled her homeland as it fell. This would be a sore point for her for many years, drawing her ire and at times aggression to anyone who would suggest she wasn't skilled or dedicated enough. She would prove her dedication and skill through being the best in everything that the course offered. It didn't occur to her that this would be literally impossible.

For a few years, she was able to keep this going. Then she began to slip as the effort of keeping herself as close to the top as possible began to wear her down. In some cases, like with magic, she simply wasn't innately powerful enough to keep going. In others, like with melee and ranged combat, she simply couldn't divide her time to give them the attention needed. Eventually, as she continued to overstretch herself and slip farther and farther down in the class, she realized she couldn't be the best at everything. However, she didn't want to be weak in a particular area either.

As she progressed through the program and aged, Lorica would settle comfortably into the middle of her class in all of their tests and courses, neither excelling in any one thing, nor being particularly weak in any one thing. This was intentional. Rather than devoting herself to mastering one specific aspect of their training, or attempting to master them all, Lori dedicated herself to being effective in all aspects. She dedicated herself to being able to put into any role and be effective in it. Adaptability was her goal, and she did everything in her power to make that her main trait. She would be able to support her unit in whatever aspect it needed, whenever it needed it.

Her friendly disposition won her friends and allies over the years, just as her high emotions and strong opinions won her rivals and enemies. Some would applaud her for her passion and her energy. Others would despise her undisciplined emotions and uncontrolled reactions. She would get into many arguments, her emotions getting the better of her at times and causing her to say far more harsh and personal things than she intended. Sometimes, she would later go to them and apologize. Other times she refused too, burning that bridge as she did so. Regardless of their opinions of her, they could always trust that she was being honest.

Graduating comfortably in the middle of her class, Lori was eager and ready to go to the front lines and kill the Vangars. Before they were all deployed, however, she would leave the Citadel with a small group of her friends, going on a last trip before the uncertainty of war claimed them.

_{C O M B A T}

Lori is a jack of all trades fighter, going wherever the battle needs her the most. In one moment she could be on the front lines her twin gunblades wreaking havoc up close and at short range with just a squeeze of the handle. The next moment she could be in the back, helping suppress ranged enemies with her semi-auto rifle or pistols, another moment in the very back, taking down key targets with her sniper rifle, another moment and she could be casting spells to rain magical artillery down on their foes, summoning spirits or monsters to aid the fight, or healing their allies. Lori is neither particularly unsuited for any single task of combat, nor is she particularly suited. Many can best her in a specific area of battle, but few can match her in as many as she is skilled in. She can be put wherever the battle needs her, and thrive.

_{R E L A T I O N S}

Galahad: Hooboy. When they first met, Lori absolutely loathed Galahad. It was partially their personalities, his calm, icy demeanor grating her reactive, fiery demeanor, partially her interpreting his bluntness as arrogance, and partially the fact that no matter what she did Galahad would always be magically stronger than her. Lorica despised that fact, and did everything she could to prove it wrong, always chasing, and never even getting near to beating, him in terms of magical power. He was simply genetically more powerful, and she hated him for it. This would continue until they were 17; Lori would finally admit that, maybe, she had been unduly hateful to Galahad and he, probably, didn't deserve it. It was a poor and graceless apology for being a complete bitch most of their lives, but it was sincere. Since then, they have a solid friendship. While not particularly close, they have mutual respect for each other's abilities and trust each other.

Gideon: Gideon and Lorica are good friends. Their mutual agreement that Vangar should have been stopped sooner, and that Rassvet should have been doing much more before now, formed a solid common ground. The fact that he's a prince is meaningless to her, since he is not technically her prince.

Setzer: Funny story behind this, their relationship actually started when she punched him in the face at a drunken rager. He had said something insulting (or maybe she thought he did, she can't remember she was almost black out drunk), and her temper, on a hair trigger on good days, went off. In the resulting fight a good portion of the room was destroyed and so much hell was raised that instructors came in to break it up. After sobering up the next day, she marched over to where he trained in his CQC to demand a spar to prove that she was the better fighter. He agreed, and after a day of getting her ass kicked Lori went back to her bunk, nursing new bruises on her body and her pride.

She went back the next day. And the next. And the next, for their entire career in WARDEN training. And while she never beat him in a fair physical fight (she did, however, cheat a few times and use magic to give her an edge), her skills in CQC sharpened considerably and the fights became less 'Lori gets her ass kicked' and more actual sparring. Over the years Setzer and her would become close, both opening up about their pasts to each other. A few years of this, and a few casual flings later, and they have a tight bond.

Lee: Lori is slightly protective of Lee, having been one of the few to notice his depression and tried to help him out of it (though, admittedly, her 'help' was random animal facts she thought he'd like and stupid jokes in an attempt to make him smile), and notice his change afterwards. When he eventually snapped out of it, she was always down for helping him with his pranks or jokes. Both highly opinionated and not afraid to state those opinions, she and he would get into frequent, loud, and passionate arguments about various topics. Eventually this turned into a tradition where one would walk up to the other, declare a random topic of debate, and then start arguing for one side. The other would immediately take the other stance. Throughout the years, they figured out which topics were too touchy with each other to lightly debate, and formed a strong friendship.

Zimmy: Kindred spirits, Lori and Zimmy hit it off strongly and fairly easily. The two would get into shenanigans together throughout WARDEN training, as Zimmy perfected her distraction and movement spells. Lorica, in return would help Zimmy with her combat skills, and attempt to reassure her that her parents wouldn't be disappointed, and that no matter what happened, they'd have each other's back. Zimmy played an instrumental role in helping Lorica get more control over her emotions and her knee jerk reactions to them, being far more laid back and relaxed than Lori herself.

_{N O T E S}

Lori and her swarm are tied together on both a magical and physical level. She offers protection, a home, and a source of energy and food for them. In return, they give her access to magic, aid her when they can, and help keep her body operating at peak performance. They are directly tied to her body's homeostasis, immune system, healing process, almost every physiological aspect of her. Lori almost never gets sick or infections, and recovers very quickly the few times she does. So tightly intertwined are they, if one of the pair dies or is separated from the other, the other will die.

The people of Astran are, by themselves, completely incapable of processing the Astral Mist. Historians and scientists disagree whether or not this is a side effect of the bonds they share with their creatures, or if it has always been this way. One thing is true, the creatures convert the Mist into magic, allowing their bonds to use it, and are how Lori (and her fellow Astrans) use the Mist.

In addition to providing her access to magic, Lori's swarm offers a couple extra benefits in return for using Lori's body as a living hive. She has advanced healing, as the insects inside her can repair light damage done to her, aid the process of longer healing, and stabilize her from potentially mortal wounds long enough until actual proper treatment can be done. She can use her swarm as advance scouts, being connected with them on an intimate level and sharing information fluidly.

In her spare time, when she's not studying animals, Lori can be found working on math for fun. She finds numbers interesting and oddly comforting. Perhaps this is just a remnant of her parents attempting to make a merchant out of her, and a way for her to feel connected with them, but she is very good with numbers and budgeting, and has several apps and games on her phone that simulate running a business.

Lori also likes to cook. A passion she only discovered when it was covered in WARDEN survival class, she used it as another way to relax during training. Some say she is good at it, while others argue she uses too much spices and seasoning.

[vietmyke]

@OrkytheOrc as I mentioned, character sheets templates can be found in the char tab, but should be posted to this ooc tab for review.

[Sightseer]

Can I has combat medic person?

Someone has to get shot at some point right?

[Hexaflexagon]

And if y'all need another example of what we are looking for in sheets. Here is good old Setzer.

Der Panzer

Setzer Galaband
21 | 6'3" | A+

_{A P P E R A N C E}

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Setzer stands as a figure forged by harsh and unrelenting discipline. A prominent bone structure and ironclad muscular proportions are highlighted beneath skin of pale tones; worn and cracked by a patchwork series scars the most prominent the Lichtenberg figures running up his hands and to his shoulders a dark red in color. Like all members of WARDEN the boy's body stands at the premiere and pinnacle level of fitness with the musculature of a WARDEN beaten into the body through endless hours of unrelenting training pushing the body to the breaking point and beyond it again and again. Yet Setzer's own body stands even further away from the pack pushing against the relentless march of entropy and stagnation with his own routine of weight training and seemingly endless cardio that he prides himself upon. This self-endowed physical prowess being something that he created himself through tenuous hard work through blood and sweat.

Eyes are of a darker shade of green almost falling into brown in their pigmentation. The eyes though betray the appearance that his body so forth presents rather than possessing an outward harshness or severity to the world they seem to sparkle with flecks of human kindness and understand that lay hidden somewhere beyond the rough outer shell. Standing together with this green gaze is the other prominent feature of the warrior's face. Hair a fiery red in color kept shaved on the sides and longer on top. While others will spend countless hours tending to their hair, Setzer seems to not even pay much attention to it letting the wavy locks move and contort in whichever direction that they desire at the moment.

Outside of the standard black and greys of WARDEN's uniforms, his clothing choices are rather plain in its appearance built around practically more than the latest style. This mostly means form fitting athletic wear made to breathable and to not restrict movement.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Setzer Galaband is a pretty nice guy.

His personality is a natural lure towards others with his characteristically lopsided grin and general warmth about him. He does not actively seem to search out the spotlight just as home sitting back and listening as he is commanding a conversation but he certainly doesn't seem to mind having it cast upon him. Yet he seems to maintain a deliberate emotional distance beneath his welcoming warmth and overall charming personality. The curious might notice that while he can spend a large amount of time listening to others about their past and empathize with their plights rarely does he speak of his own history. Though he would quickly brush away such comments with a explanation that his life was a rather boring one. Laid-back and lackadaisical in his mannerism, it's hard to reconcile this image of him with the one that tops the leader board on the combat simulation at the Citadel.

The fact of the matter is Setzer is probably the hardest on himself. Coming from nothing Setzer has everything to prove. This quandary exerts itself in the standards of perfectionism he sets. His best is never good enough with the voice in the back of his head chastising him and berating him time and time again. No matter how well he does, no matter the scores, praise, or good marks that he puts up he is unsatisfied. His composure is that of a man running on borrowed time. Forgoing rest, sleep or any other form of satiation in exchange for climbing that next peak to only seem to crash into a deeper valley.

The only reprieve Setzer seems to allow himself from his unrelenting grind is partying. A true extrovert at heart Setzer thrives in the company of others. Though like all things in Setzer's life, Setzer has a habit of taking his partying to its logical extremes. Because of this amongst those that grew up with him in the Citadel Setzer carries with himself a sort of reputation: drinking to levels far beyond excess, having slept with at least a solid quarter of the Citadel's female population, and his seemingly inability to turn down a challenge to a fight. Of course for Setzer all this pomp and circumstance is following in the grand Galaband tradition of burying whatever deep seated emotional issues you have with excess of various amounts, though try telling him that and you'll probably get a fist to the face.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

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Setzer Galaband was the result of a brief drunken fling between an airship pilot and some heiress running away from her family. Problem was that love story doesn't end all too well, turns out the heiress missed her money and life of luxury and left Setzer's father with a baby and not much else. After a work related accident had resulted in permanent nerve damage to his right leg, the old man took to drinking in a hard way. Setzer was perpetually the disappointment constantly not living up to his father's standards and being a 'fucking disgrace'. It was this early environment that lead to the young man soon realizing that as he put it 'nobody in the world gave a damn about him' and that the world "doesn't revolve around you". To surive he focused himself completely upon whatever task lay ahead of him. It was not natural aptitude that came to be Setzer's saving grace but brute force repetition repeating the motions again and again until he learned a skill or ability.

At the age of ten he along with the rest of the students in the small rural school of his were put on a transport and shipped off to the Capital to be tested to be seen if they had the capacity to join WARDEN. While Setzer own magical abilities were only slightly above average, he produced promising results in the other areas. Seeing the potential in the boy he along with about three hundred others were selected to be sent to the Citadel for further training and to join the ranks of WARDEN. So Setzer packed what little he had, living in basically what attributed to abject poverty for most of his life, and was sent off to go be shaped into something greater than himself. He never said goodbye to his father walking to the aerodome five miles away by himself and leaving his father in his drunken stupor without much of a word.

When he arrived at the Citadel, Setzer gained the approval of his instructors be throwing himself at his training with the same brute force repetition that had marked his earlier life. The military life style came naturally to him and was arguably even good for him giving him a sense of well needed structure and purpose. While his broadly apparent skill, generally relaxed demeanor, and of course charming appearance allowed him to quickly make friends with the other jock types. This was a strange phenomenon for Setzer having up until then hadn't always been too successful in the friend department - too many fights in the school yard back home with kids that wanted to talk shit about his family. But through this new avenue he was quickly propelled up the strange archaic social ladder that made up relations in the Citadel firmly rooting his postion as one of the "cool kids" whatever the hell that meant.

While he was able to succeeded in both combat and testing through his usual method, it seemed not to work the same way with his magic. While he studied the art of it drilling the concepts and ideas into his head. Taking the concepts into reality seemed to prove another function all together that no matter what he tried to do seemed to fall at every turn. This lead to an almost endless source of frustration and even levels of embarrassment for him as his failures didn't seem to let up. This only forced him to continue to push ever further in his combat training pushing himself further and further rather than trying to work on his obvious shortcomings. This process would continue for the next ten or so years of his life at the Citadel.

Eventually he would graduated with the rest of his class just as the Vangar invasion had begun. His own small town was destroyed in the fighting to push the Vangar back from Orestia. What Setzer cared more about was that the opportunity that the invasion presented, he didn't care for his patriotic duty or revenge. He saw it as opportunity to test himself, to keep on pushing those boundaries and limits.

_{C O M B A T}

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Setzer's combat style focus on his strengths in an effort to lessen any major weaknesses on his part. His main choice of weapon is a large sword about five feet or so in length and about a foot wide. While most military blades are sleek and elegant in their design or versatile in their application like the well often used gunblade, Setzer's blade is designed from absolute power and strength. The blows from the blade fall with a beautiful simplicity to them with a crushing might enhanced by training and augmentation. The young man moves with a surprising amount of speed landing crushing blow after blow with nothing less than the ferocity of a maelstrom. Due to Setzer's lacking magical ability rather than casting fireballs or throwing lighting with some with minimal magic he does do is to augment the blade making it come flickering alive with everything from fire to ice adding an extra layer of whomp

_{R E L A T I O N S}

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Gideon - Shared interests of sports and partying brought them together. Setzer's never treated him differently ever though he is royalty. Bros.
Galahad - Brain versus brawn the eternal rivalry. They seem to be friendly towards one another despite there constant bickering back and forth. Everything is a competition between them for some stupid reason or another.

_{N O T E S}

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Nothing to see here....

[Rtron]

And done! Lorica is ready to be reviewed.

[ML]

Zimmy still ok guys? My best (and only) female CS, would be happy to run this again. Well, I might make some changes, but not much

[Mike73]

Oh shit, this is back again? Every time I get wistful about this RP it always manages to come back. I'd love to rejoin if you'll have me and Lee again. Made a few minor edits but he's still basically the same.

Lee

Leander "Lee" Datchery
21|5'9|B+

_{A P P E R A N C E}

Standing at 5'9, Lee is a tad bit shorter than the typical male WARDEN, and his somewhat slight build would suggest that he isn't a front-line soldier. He's built more lean and compact than most, having a more agile body instead of the usual bulky build expected of him; speed and endurance is more his style, making him capable of moving more freely. His light brown hair is medium in length and reaches down to his shoulders, but he usually keeps it up in a makeshift pony tail that would make most people look unkept, but he somehow pulls it off and makes it look good. His eyes are a bright green, and there is the slightest hint of a smattering of freckles on his lightly tanned face. He's mostly clean shaven, but will let his sideburns grow out a bit when he can get away with it, which is almost never. His facial features could be said to be a bit soft and borderline androgynous.

When not in the WARDEN uniform, he tends to dress fashionably but casually. Dress shirts and smart casual pants, usually in bold blue and black colors with a white undershirt and nice leather shoes. No matter the current fashion trend though, he's always wearing his favorite blue jacket with a white trim.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

An extroverted young man with a mischievous streak, Lee (which he prefers to go by instead of his full first name) is the outgoing comic that every friend group has that is either loved by his friends or easily annoyed by him. His smart mouth has gotten him into trouble more than once, and he has a habit of talking just a little too much at times. He cares more about having fun and amusing himself than anything serious like combat or military tactics, and can be incredibly lazy at times, preferring to procrastinate rather than get any real work done. As a result, he'd often get overall low marks in many of his courses, which is a shame since he's surprisingly quite brilliant. Judging by his disposition, laziness, and apparent lack of common sense, he would come off as an idiot to most, but when he puts his mind to it he somehow would score incredibly high on both academic and physical tests, damn near on par with the geniuses of his fellow trainees. He has a natural know-how to many things, and anytime he manages to actually pay attention to his studies he always remembers the details fairly well. Not only that, but he has the ability to think fast and creatively, if the situation ever calls for it. If he put in the major amount of work and effort required, he could be among the top of his class if he wanted, but he just doesn't care for such a position. Besides, he seriously loathes responsibility, and will avoid it whenever he can.

He very much has a "go with the flow" attitude, but isn't one to hold back on giving his two cents if he feels like it, to the point that he can be annoyingly opinionated. However, he likes to make people laugh and feel good, even if it comes at his own expense, and is reliable in the sense that he can be your best buddy if you need him to. If the mood gets a little too grim for his taste, he'll try to find a way to lighten the situation. He's a very playful person and a borderline flirt, though he tends to avoid crossing lines and being obnoxious, very much preferring innuendo and wordplay. His sarcasm has been known to leave metaphorical whelps to any who don't expect it, especially since many of his usual quips aren't ones to sting. If someone ever manages to hit a personal issue with him, he'll try to laugh it off but be unable to hide the bite in his words for awhile. He rarely becomes angry, and has to be pushed to his absolute limits for his anger to fully come out.

In combat, he's still basically the same, but he can be serious if the situation becomes dire. Anytime Lee becomes serious, anyone he's working with just knows it's time to worry. He'll often let others take the lead in battle, and will only try to step up if he thinks it's necessary.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

Lee was born in a small fishing town known as Trayce. He never knew his parents, having been given up for adoption at an orphanage, Saint Marias', soon after birth. It wasn't something he thought about all that much though, it was just a fact of life for him as much as the fact that the sky was blue and gravity held people to the ground. He was never adopted during the ten years he spent in the orphanage, as he was a particularly rowdy child and was rude to any adults who came by, but that was ok, because Emily was there. She was a girl around his age, maybe a year older though no one was sure since the orphanage never received her birth records when she arrived. She was a sickly girl who had been abandoned on the building's front steps when she was about three or four years old. Lee didn't know what exactly was wrong with her, but he didn't care. All he knew was that the two of them always had fun and could talk to each other endlessly into the night. No potential adopters wanted to have to care for a sick kid who would likely die within a few years, so she was fated to have to stay there for all of her childhood years. But at least the two of them had each other.

At least, until they took the WARDEN exams. Emily scored well in the written and mental portions, but of course never had a chance of being recruited. Lee didn't even try to take it seriously, but someone must've seen his potential, as it was decided he would be taken to the Citadel. He of course didn't want to go, but it was Emily who managed to convince him not to struggle against it. She told him it was his chance to finally get out of the orphanage and that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. After all, not everyone had the aptitude to become a part of WARDEN. So he made a promise, that if he went along with it that he would come back after his service was over and get her out of the orphanage and find a place of their own. He didn't seem to understand at the time that he would be gone for a long time, and that they would both be adults by that time, but she couldn't break it to him and simply agreed, for his sake.

And so, Lee found himself in what he considered hell. He didn't like the training, he didn't like the studies, and he was hardly considered popular with the other kids. But he found solace in his pen pal, fortunately, as they wrote letters to each other weekly. Emily was really the only thing keeping him going for the first few years, and his motivation to keep his promise was what made him put in any effort as a WARDEN. But of course, it wasn't allowed to last. As his third year at the Citadel began to come to an end, word came around that a natural disaster had occurred that affected many shoreline towns and cities. A terribly strong tsunami had struck the shore, and caused deadly floods to overtake many of the populated areas. Lee remembered that day clearly, it was a Friday. Communication lines were down, so he couldn't call to hear what happened and if people were safe, if Emily was safe. So, he did the only thing he could do, and wrote a letter. He never received a response. For several weeks, he was just blank and hardly existent. He continued to send letters every Friday, despite never receiving responses, and eventually his mental health was called into question.

And then suddenly, something inside him snapped. He was back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. Though "normal" may not have been the right word. He hadn't necessarily gone crazy, but anyone who knew him (which at this point, wasn't a whole lot of people) could tell he was clearly and obviously different. He was a lot more social and outgoing, and tended to try to be the center of attention. This change couldn't be explained by the psychological counselors, but they the best they could come up with was that it was a method of coping for him. Though what worried them more was what they considered wasted potential with him. He was clearly smart if one were to go by his test scores, he did well in physical courses despite his somewhat smaller stature compared to the majority of his peers, and he appeared to have a strong connection to the Astral Mist. Yet he just didn't care to improve himself, despite all of his potential. He may not have been as anti-social and blank anymore, but even as a goof off he still wasn't putting in the effort his instructors knew he was clearly capable of. He never just gave up, sure, but he would only ever do the bare minimum asked of him. In a word, it was frustrating.

There was one incident in his later years, however, that changed things for him. He and a couple buddies decided they would pull a prank, and of course, they were caught. Though they weren't easily found out, and the only reason anyone they were found out was because Lee stepped forward so that the others wouldn't be punished. But surprisingly to him, he wasn't punished either, at least not severely. Without getting into specifics, what he'd considered a simple prank abled by basic spells, was seen as a tactical trap that wouldn't be out of place on the battlefield. It was this incident that finally helped one instructor realize what was needed to help him realize his full potential: creative outlets. He would be taught the usual courses, but time would be set aside afterward for him to use what he learned. He would be challenged to use his knowledge in unorthodox ways, sometimes in certain ways that only he really understood. His marks improved, but at this point it was too late to get him into Second Class and was set as a Third Class WARDEN. His general aversion to being a leader, past signs of emotional instability, and spending most of his WARDEN career caring more about pranks and jokes than his classes was what ultimately held him back, but wasn't like he minded to be honest. Though he was told that if he performed well on the battlefield, he could potentially rank up the Second Class in due time.

_{C O M B A T}

Lee isn't a powerhouse fighter, though he defintely isn't a physical slouch either. Being lean and incredibly agile, he's proficient at being able to move around quickly and strike fast. His weapon of choice is a serrated chain whip, which is connected to a steel gauntlet on his right arm for easy accessibility and storage. An often underestimated weapon, the whip isn't particularly destructive, but in his deft hands it can be deadly. It can allow him to strike at enemies from up to a medium range, keeping him out of typical immediate danger and giving him breathing room in case the situation doesn't go in his favor. He can also use it to constrict enemies and latch onto objects. For a secondary weapon, he carries a sidearm pistol for when his whip doesn't cut it, and he has decent enough skill with it to shoot down enemies from far distances with accuracy.

For magic, he relies mainly on support and minor healing. His spells revolve around physics: allowing him to make weapons sharper or duller, armor harder and denser or softer and squishier, and grant allies faster and lighter mobility or foes slower and heavier movement, though those are only basic examples. He has some healing capabilities, but only enough to ease pain and stop wounds from bleeding until a more experienced healer can arrive. One particular spell he's fond of allows him to give people what amounts to an artificial adrenaline rush, though it's ethical use for casting on allies is considered murky, and as such he doesn't use it often, despite being one of his favorite spells. He's dabbled in offensive magic, but never cared to pick any of it up. Let the others cast their fireballs, he much prefers giving others the support needed to unleash their more devastating attacks.

One final skill set of his is the ability to set up traps. Gone are the days where he used this uncanny ability to pull pranks (for the most part), as he now uses them against foes. Give him enough time to plan and set it up, and he'll get it done as long as you let him have fun and go wild with it.

_{R E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Setzer- Lee has tried to get to know him in the past but could never get a good read on him. He's tried to see how far he can go with jokes and teasing, but there's an unspoken social barrier between them. However, he has a lot of respect towards Setzer for having so much commitment and drive when he can't draw up the same for himself.

Gideon- Their relationship is both complicated and simple. Their shared tactical interests mean that they can work together in unique ways, but they mouth off to each other so much that, to an outsider, it would look like they hate each other. But ultimately it's all in good fun, as there's nothing quite like having a buddy you can talk shit with and not have to worry about offending each other. It's always satisfying to them when a plan of theirs comes together.

Theta- Lee met Theta through tutoring on healing magic. Her quiet and calm disposition meant he never got to talk to her much before then, but he was surprised and intrigued to see her "other" side on the combat training field, and has since spent more time with her outside of studies and tutoring. He's dropped hints that he likes her, though he's almost entirely sure she's never picked up on it (unfortunately).

Galahad- Probably the one person Lee loves to mess with the most. He's constantly trying to get reactions out of him and break his seemingly aloof and analytical demeanor, even if only for a moment. He's even flirted with him on more than one occasion to get a rise out of him, though it's a mystery whether he actually meant any of it or not. He's lost more "battles" than won against him though.

Zimmy- Their likeness has caused something of both a friendship and low-key rivalry between them. If they're not collaborating on a prank or joke, then they're constantly trying to outdo the other in any way they can, and in that way he respects her as someone who can best him. Most of their peers know to be wary when they manage to work together. Zimmy was the one who recommended Theta as a tutor.

Daryll- Lee sees him a jarringly nice and normal guy who seems out of place as a WARDEN. They easily became friends and joke around often, with Daryll being somewhat of his right-hand man when pulling pranks. They have the occasional sparring match, but Lee will more often than not mess around, for instance by turning Daryll's gunblade into nothing more than a foam sword for shits and giggles.

Trent- Trent was one of the few of his fellow peers who noticed his depression, and would always try to cheer him up. Lee was appreciative once he'd had time to move on and get out of his funk, and saw him as a close friend and generally nice guy after that. He recruited him a bit too often for his pranks and would get him into trouble, but with the intention of trying to get him to go out more and have fun. Lee feels a little protective of him at times.

_{N O T E S}

None as of now.

[OrkytheOrc]

Orky

_{T E M P L A T E}

Orky
21 | 6'10 | O-

_{A P P E R A N C E}

Orky is a Half-Orc so his deminor is different than that of a normal humans. Orky is of course huge compared humans, towering over the lot of them. He skin has a green tint to it, and has pointed ears. He is of course very well built in all of the sense, and having hands that could hold a human head as if it were a ball. Also he seems to have a bit wider body than most. When it comes to fashion he has no sense what so ever. Off the clock you can find him on with whatever he saw first. When he doesn't have to shave Orky tipically grows a beard that rivals that of a honed blacksmith.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Orky is a gentle giant. He only fights when he has to since he was taught that way by his mother. But don't let that make you think you can mess around with him whenever. When ever Orky gets mad he is almost thrown into a blind rage, usually attacking what aggravated him in the first place then rampaging till he tires out. Very few things can take him out of these rages, but they are keen to know if you are every to travel with him.

Orky usually keeps to himself and doesn't like to talk. But if you get to know him you find that he doesn't shut up and usually cracks bad jokes. When he is not training himself he is usually having a stroll around the vicinity or reading a book in his room. Also he is a very clumsy person and his strength makes it worse, making him have to be delicate with most things.

Because of his Orcish side he was gifted inhuman strength, but at the cost of knowledge. He is always trying to overcome this obstacle by reading books, be it ones that are easy to read and understand. Also because of his low intelligence he is not very capable with magic. In the sight of a skilled magician, he is awed by there mastery over the mist, and swears to himself he will be like that someday.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

Orky doesn't know really anything about his birth only that adopted mother, Serina, found him at her doorstep when he was an infant. Serina was newly widowed, her late husband dying to a mugging turned murder. She gladly took the infant Orky into her care. From then forth she raised Orky. Serina lived outside the town of Fandown which is quant little down near the shown in Rassvet.

From the moment Serina picked Orky up she knew this was'nt a normal child but some kind of Orcish Human hybrid. So she named him accordingly, Orky. She thought of naming him Orkish but she thought that would get confusing. The more Orky grew up the more his inhuman characteristics started to show. His hunger was that of five times of a normal childs which since they grew there own food wasn't to much of a hassle. But his inhuman strength was the real problem. He would almost break every toy he was given. Until she just go let him play in the forest, because even the animals could tell that he was a threat not to be messed with.

It wasn't until the age of five Orky flew into his first rage. At that time Serina decided to start sending him to school because she didn't want him to be a complete baboon. It should be noted, it was clear that Orky was not very normal looking. With his pointy ears and green tinted skin. On his first day at school every one, even the teacher, were horrified of what showed up to their school. But they acted as if he was any normal child because it is well known around town that Serina is not one to make angry. But as Orky continued on with school, kids started to bully and harass him because of his appearance. Until one day the bullies decided to get physical with him and decided to push him. This is when Orky flew into his first rage. Not to get into details, Orky nearly killed his bullies and needed to be stopped by town guards. Serina was able to get Orky out of any trouble since he was still just a child. But Serina knew he couldn't go back to the school and that he needed to be home schooled from then on.

During Orky's home schooling he was taught that violence should only be used if truly needed. Also taught the basics of reading and writing. Until one day when Orky was ten when he and Serina went to town in order for Orky to take part in the grand survey. When he was taking his aptitude tests they noticed that Orky passed the strength test with record scores but magical and basic knowledge were pitiful. But at that time the Rassvet Government knew they that Orky could be a vital asset. So they decided to enlist Orky into the WARDEN training camp. But this was met with a tearful goodbye from Serina.

When Orky had reached the Citadel he was astounded by how huge everything was and by the magic that the WARDENs were using. When it came time for his first class, Orky could understand a thing. He was completely lost in the lectures. But when it came to physical tests he passed as expected. But Orky needed private tutoring in order to barely pass some of the written tests he had to take. This essentially repeated until Orky graduated. But with how poorly his magical and knowledge skills were Orky was put in as a Third Class Warden for most likely his whole career. But that didnt bother Orky because he was to excited that he passed to care. Thus he was set off to be assigned to a squadron.

_{C O M B A T}

When it comes down to combat Orky always excelled with bare hands. But during training they assigned him an extra large war hammer, roughly about six feet, for him to swing around and crush opponents. Of course he never really did learn any magic but he can cast some basic spells such as flame and light source. He really doesn't have any style or form when he uses his war hammer he just swings it around till he hits something. And if it what he was trying to hit he will keep on hitting it.

_{N O T E S}

He hates pickles, like really hates them with a passion..

[HeySeuss]

Oh shit, this is back again? Every time I get wistful about this RP it always manages to come back. I'd love to rejoin if you'll have me and Lee again. Made a few minor edits but he's still basically the same.

Lee

Leander "Lee" Datchery
21|5'9|B+

_{A P P E R A N C E}

Standing at 5'9, Lee is a tad bit shorter than the typical male WARDEN, and his somewhat slight build would suggest that he isn't a front-line soldier. He's built more lean and compact than most, having a more agile body instead of the usual bulky build expected of him; speed and endurance is more his style, making him capable of moving more freely. His light brown hair is medium in length and reaches down to his shoulders, but he usually keeps it up in a makeshift pony tail that would make most people look unkept, but he somehow pulls it off and makes it look good. His eyes are a bright green, and there is the slightest hint of a smattering of freckles on his lightly tanned face. He's mostly clean shaven, but will let his sideburns grow out a bit when he can get away with it, which is almost never. His facial features could be said to be a bit soft and borderline androgynous.

When not in the WARDEN uniform, he tends to dress fashionably but casually. Dress shirts and smart casual pants, usually in bold blue and black colors with a white undershirt and nice leather shoes. No matter the current fashion trend though, he's always wearing his favorite blue jacket with a white trim.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

An extroverted young man with a mischievous streak, Lee (which he prefers to go by instead of his full first name) is the outgoing comic that every friend group has that is either loved by his friends or easily annoyed by him. His smart mouth has gotten him into trouble more than once, and he has a habit of talking just a little too much at times. He cares more about having fun and amusing himself than anything serious like combat or military tactics, and can be incredibly lazy at times, preferring to procrastinate rather than get any real work done. As a result, he'd often get overall low marks in many of his courses, which is a shame since he's surprisingly quite brilliant. Judging by his disposition, laziness, and apparent lack of common sense, he would come off as an idiot to most, but when he puts his mind to it he somehow would score incredibly high on both academic and physical tests, damn near on par with the geniuses of his fellow trainees. He has a natural know-how to many things, and anytime he manages to actually pay attention to his studies he always remembers the details fairly well. Not only that, but he has the ability to think fast and creatively, if the situation ever calls for it. If he put in the major amount of work and effort required, he could be among the top of his class if he wanted, but he just doesn't care for such a position. Besides, he seriously loathes responsibility, and will avoid it whenever he can.

He very much has a "go with the flow" attitude, but isn't one to hold back on giving his two cents if he feels like it, to the point that he can be annoyingly opinionated. However, he likes to make people laugh and feel good, even if it comes at his own expense, and is reliable in the sense that he can be your best buddy if you need him to. If the mood gets a little too grim for his taste, he'll try to find a way to lighten the situation. He's a very playful person and a borderline flirt, though he tends to avoid crossing lines and being obnoxious, very much preferring innuendo and wordplay. His sarcasm has been known to leave metaphorical whelps to any who don't expect it, especially since many of his usual quips aren't ones to sting. If someone ever manages to hit a personal issue with him, he'll try to laugh it off but be unable to hide the bite in his words for awhile. He rarely becomes angry, and has to be pushed to his absolute limits for his anger to fully come out.

In combat, he's still basically the same, but he can be serious if the situation becomes dire. Anytime Lee becomes serious, anyone he's working with just knows it's time to worry. He'll often let others take the lead in battle, and will only try to step up if he thinks it's necessary.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

Lee was born in a small fishing town known as Trayce. He never knew his parents, having been given up for adoption at an orphanage, Saint Marias', soon after birth. It wasn't something he thought about all that much though, it was just a fact of life for him as much as the fact that the sky was blue and gravity held people to the ground. He was never adopted during the ten years he spent in the orphanage, as he was a particularly rowdy child and was rude to any adults who came by, but that was ok, because Emily was there. She was a girl around his age, maybe a year older though no one was sure since the orphanage never received her birth records when she arrived. She was a sickly girl who had been abandoned on the building's front steps when she was about three or four years old. Lee didn't know what exactly was wrong with her, but he didn't care. All he knew was that the two of them always had fun and could talk to each other endlessly into the night. No potential adopters wanted to have to care for a sick kid who would likely die within a few years, so she was fated to have to stay there for all of her childhood years. But at least the two of them had each other.

At least, until they took the WARDEN exams. Emily scored well in the written and mental portions, but of course never had a chance of being recruited. Lee didn't even try to take it seriously, but someone must've seen his potential, as it was decided he would be taken to the Citadel. He of course didn't want to go, but it was Emily who managed to convince him not to struggle against it. She told him it was his chance to finally get out of the orphanage and that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. After all, not everyone had the aptitude to become a part of WARDEN. So he made a promise, that if he went along with it that he would come back after his service was over and get her out of the orphanage and find a place of their own. He didn't seem to understand at the time that he would be gone for a long time, and that they would both be adults by that time, but she couldn't break it to him and simply agreed, for his sake.

And so, Lee found himself in what he considered hell. He didn't like the training, he didn't like the studies, and he was hardly considered popular with the other kids. But he found solace in his pen pal, fortunately, as they wrote letters to each other weekly. Emily was really the only thing keeping him going for the first few years, and his motivation to keep his promise was what made him put in any effort as a WARDEN. But of course, it wasn't allowed to last. As his third year at the Citadel began to come to an end, word came around that a natural disaster had occurred that affected many shoreline towns and cities. A terribly strong tsunami had struck the shore, and caused deadly floods to overtake many of the populated areas. Lee remembered that day clearly, it was a Friday. Communication lines were down, so he couldn't call to hear what happened and if people were safe, if Emily was safe. So, he did the only thing he could do, and wrote a letter. He never received a response. For several weeks, he was just blank and hardly existent. He continued to send letters every Friday, despite never receiving responses, and eventually his mental health was called into question.

And then suddenly, something inside him snapped. He was back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. Though "normal" may not have been the right word. He hadn't necessarily gone crazy, but anyone who knew him (which at this point, wasn't a whole lot of people) could tell he was clearly and obviously different. He was a lot more social and outgoing, and tended to try to be the center of attention. This change couldn't be explained by the psychological counselors, but they the best they could come up with was that it was a method of coping for him. Though what worried them more was what they considered wasted potential with him. He was clearly smart if one were to go by his test scores, he did well in physical courses despite his somewhat smaller stature compared to the majority of his peers, and he appeared to have a strong connection to the Astral Mist. Yet he just didn't care to improve himself, despite all of his potential. He may not have been as anti-social and blank anymore, but even as a goof off he still wasn't putting in the effort his instructors knew he was clearly capable of. He never just gave up, sure, but he would only ever do the bare minimum asked of him. In a word, it was frustrating.

There was one incident in his later years, however, that changed things for him. He and a couple buddies decided they would pull a prank, and of course, they were caught. Though they weren't easily found out, and the only reason anyone they were found out was because Lee stepped forward so that the others wouldn't be punished. But surprisingly to him, he wasn't punished either, at least not severely. Without getting into specifics, what he'd considered a simple prank abled by basic spells, was seen as a tactical trap that wouldn't be out of place on the battlefield. It was this incident that finally helped one instructor realize what was needed to help him realize his full potential: creative outlets. He would be taught the usual courses, but time would be set aside afterward for him to use what he learned. He would be challenged to use his knowledge in unorthodox ways, sometimes in certain ways that only he really understood. His marks improved, but at this point it was too late to get him into Second Class and was set as a Third Class WARDEN. His general aversion to being a leader, past signs of emotional instability, and spending most of his WARDEN career caring more about pranks and jokes than his classes was what ultimately held him back, but wasn't like he minded to be honest. Though he was told that if he performed well on the battlefield, he could potentially rank up the Second Class in due time.

_{C O M B A T}

Lee isn't a powerhouse fighter, though he defintely isn't a physical slouch either. Being lean and incredibly agile, he's proficient at being able to move around quickly and strike fast. His weapon of choice is a serrated chain whip, which is connected to a steel gauntlet on his right arm for easy accessibility and storage. An often underestimated weapon, the whip isn't particularly destructive, but in his deft hands it can be deadly. It can allow him to strike at enemies from up to a medium range, keeping him out of typical immediate danger and giving him breathing room in case the situation doesn't go in his favor. He can also use it to constrict enemies and latch onto objects. For a secondary weapon, he carries a sidearm pistol for when his whip doesn't cut it, and he has decent enough skill with it to shoot down enemies from far distances with accuracy.

For magic, he relies mainly on support and minor healing. His spells revolve around physics: allowing him to make weapons sharper or duller, armor harder and denser or softer and squishier, and grant allies faster and lighter mobility or foes slower and heavier movement, though those are only basic examples. He has some healing capabilities, but only enough to ease pain and stop wounds from bleeding until a more experienced healer can arrive. One particular spell he's fond of allows him to give people what amounts to an artificial adrenaline rush, though it's ethical use for casting on allies is considered murky, and as such he doesn't use it often, despite being one of his favorite spells. He's dabbled in offensive magic, but never cared to pick any of it up. Let the others cast their fireballs, he much prefers giving others the support needed to unleash their more devastating attacks.

One final skill set of his is the ability to set up traps. Gone are the days where he used this uncanny ability to pull pranks (for the most part), as he now uses them against foes. Give him enough time to plan and set it up, and he'll get it done as long as you let him have fun and go wild with it.

_{R E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Setzer- Lee has tried to get to know him in the past but could never get a good read on him. He's tried to see how far he can go with jokes and teasing, but there's an unspoken social barrier between them. However, he has a lot of respect towards Setzer for having so much commitment and drive when he can't draw up the same for himself.

Gideon- Their relationship is both complicated and simple. Their shared tactical interests mean that they can work together in unique ways, but they mouth off to each other so much that, to an outsider, it would look like they hate each other. But ultimately it's all in good fun, as there's nothing quite like having a buddy you can talk shit with and not have to worry about offending each other. It's always satisfying to them when a plan of theirs comes together.

Theta- Lee met Theta through tutoring on healing magic. Her quiet and calm disposition meant he never got to talk to her much before then, but he was surprised and intrigued to see her "other" side on the combat training field, and has since spent more time with her outside of studies and tutoring. He's dropped hints that he likes her, though he's almost entirely sure she's never picked up on it (unfortunately).

Galahad- Probably the one person Lee loves to mess with the most. He's constantly trying to get reactions out of him and break his seemingly aloof and analytical demeanor, even if only for a moment. He's even flirted with him on more than one occasion to get a rise out of him, though it's a mystery whether he actually meant any of it or not. He's lost more "battles" than won against him though.

Zimmy- Their likeness has caused something of both a friendship and low-key rivalry between them. If they're not collaborating on a prank or joke, then they're constantly trying to outdo the other in any way they can, and in that way he respects her as someone who can best him. Most of their peers know to be wary when they manage to work together. Zimmy was the one who recommended Theta as a tutor.

Daryll- Lee sees him a jarringly nice and normal guy who seems out of place as a WARDEN. They easily became friends and joke around often, with Daryll being somewhat of his right-hand man when pulling pranks. They have the occasional sparring match, but Lee will more often than not mess around, for instance by turning Daryll's gunblade into nothing more than a foam sword for shits and giggles.

Trent- Trent was one of the few of his fellow peers who noticed his depression, and would always try to cheer him up. Lee was appreciative once he'd had time to move on and get out of his funk, and saw him as a close friend and generally nice guy after that. He recruited him a bit too often for his pranks and would get him into trouble, but with the intention of trying to get him to go out more and have fun. Lee feels a little protective of him at times.

_{N O T E S}

None as of now.

@Mike73

COUNTRY!

[vietmyke]

@OrkytheOrc my fault for not answering the other bits of your question- I was at work and told myself I'd get back to you but forgot.

But uh no, orcs and half orcs do not exist in Yerin. Children are selected to for WARDEN training at the age of 10 based on their magical aptitudes. Sorry for having you write all that out before I caught it

[vietmyke]

Regarding currently submitted characters:
@Hexaflexagon - duh
@HeySeuss - git your ass in the char tab
@Mike73 - OGs are back

[Hashih]

I don't usually post unfinished sheets, but let me place this here just to show my intention to join. Too tired to finish the whole sheet, but I'll get back to working on it tomorrow.

Kitty

Katarina "Kitty" Shade
21 | 5'7" | O+

_{A P P E R A N C E}

Hair as black as night and eyes bluer than the summer sky were the most notable features of Katarina’s face. She looks younger than her age and is often mistaken as a minor even though she stands taller than most women her age. Her face has a doll-likeness to it – soft angles, almond eyes framed by thick lashes, straight nose, and full lips – which may be perceived as innocence or beauty or both, depending on who was looking. While dolls represent femininity, the hell that she called her home for over a decade has beaten out the softness of a woman from her, and instead left a lean lightly muscled physique of a fighter who capitalizes on speed, agility, and accuracy instead of strength. She was oftentimes underestimated because of her size, but the woman can definitely pack a punch and put most men to shame.

Neither the unforgiving training at the Citadel, nor the scars her body earned was enough to take away her flirty nature. Outside of duty, she would be seen wearing dark-colored, often revealing, clothing. If she is wearing a button-down shirt, then it is safe to assume that it will be unbuttoned from the collar to the middle of her breasts, sometimes she doesn’t even bother.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

A lot of wrong assumptions has been made about Katarina, most of which has to do with her physical appearance. First impressions of her include the adjectives shy, innocent, calm, rational, quiet, and patient. She is none of those. On the contrary, Katarina, or Kitty as her close friends call her, possesses a big, fiery personality. She has the confidence of a leader and a voice that demands to be heard. It could have been a good thing, but Kitty does not care to involve herself in leading or even guiding her fellow WARDEN in anything that is duty-related. She is content to just listen, wait for instructions, and execute the plan. This is because long-drawn analysis bore her. It was not a one-off incident when she was caught “praying with her eyes closed” during tactical planning sessions.

Nevertheless, Kitty is a fierce fighter who will plunge straight into the action and improvise the next steps rather than think things through and let fear and doubt take her. It’s not to say that she does not plan, she does. Her decisions are even based on sound logic. It’s just that she does not plan all the way to the finish line even though she intends to finish the race. Thus, she made several wrong decisions in her life, but none that she regrets. It was those invisible scars, she believes, that strengthens her soul.

What she uses her leadership charisma for has nothing to do with being a WARDEN. Kitty is happiest when she is faced with odds. She organizes bets between two sparring WARDENS and on her free time runs gaming night where other WARDENs test their luck with cards and dices. She is a gambler and a risk-taker, who is favored by lady luck. She claims that luck is her special skill, that it is an entirely new field of study that should be seriously explored by the instructors at the Citadel.

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Katarina was the only child of the wealthy businessman, Bernard Shade and his third wife, Melissa. She had four older brothers with the eldest, Malcolm Shade, being a First Class WARDEN. Kitty was born and raised in Rassvet’s capital to a family who can provide for her every need and wants. Her early life was not a tragedy, but a story of a typical girl who was destined to die rich. She attended the most prestigious school in the capital and was educated in both the basic curriculum and other fields such as the music and the arts, where she excelled. Everything that she would ever want was handed over to her in a silver platter by one of her three nannies whose sole purpose was to make sure Bernard’s little girl was happy and well taken care of.

Bernard Shade was a well-known supporter of Representative Arden Burcham, a member of the Royal Assembly. It was an open secret that Kitty’s father’s money and connections bought Burcham his place in the Assembly. In return, the Representative favored Shade’s business operations. Before Kitty was drafted to train at the Citadel, her father already owned several casinos in addition to almost having a monopoly of illegal substance in the capital and its neighboring cities. Bernard took pride in having the most efficient import/export network in addition to having the largest variety of illegal substances available in Rassvet. At a young age, she was exposed to the dealings of her father. He introduced her to politicians, suppliers, and dealers alike, because it was the intention of Bernard to someday hand over the business to his dear Katarina. It opened her eyes to a different side of Rassvet – a world of excesses and pleasures of the flesh, of the illegal and the rare.

However, to her father’s dismay, Kitty was among the children who were discovered to possess “desirable traits” that would make a good WARDEN. More specifically the rare ability to draw other beings from the mist for a period of time and influence their actions according to her will. And thus, even Bernard Shade could not do anything to prevent the inevitable. Kitty, the little princess who knew nothing about the world outside the comfort and security of her father’s wings, didn’t take it kindly at first. She pleaded to her father to either save her or kill her, because what Malcolm went through was not something she would ever dream of experiencing. Her brother Malcolm was the one who talked her out of the idea of killing herself and giving up too soon without even trying. He was on the same situation as her fourteen years back, anyway, so he claimed that he understood her. He was also a spoiled ten-year-old boy when he entered the Citadel.

It was because she had no other choice, and maybe her brother’s encouragement, that she left the comfort of home to live among strangers without her daddy and her nannies. It was not easy to adjust from being a spoiled little lady to a soldier, but she found out that there was no other way to live. She had to adapt or die. And the notion of dying in a place like that did not sit well with her so Kitty chose the former. She cut her beautiful long hair short, which to her was a sign that she was ready leave the life of comfort behind and finally accept her fate.

Despite her rather slow and reluctant start, Kitty discovered a new addiction in the Citadel. She discovered that adrenaline, though not a drug, was perhaps as addictive as one. Just as her brother predicted, she enjoyed fast-paced sparring sessions and the challenge of being faced against an opponent much older and stronger than her. While her strongest spells had to do with summoning, she rarely used it, and would rather fight her own battles using her fists and swords, or even long-range weapons, altering her body’s composition from flesh to stone to steel to fire, whatever she feels like using for her advantage. And thus she got used to wearing bare minimum, because there was a high chance her clothes would rip or burn away. But when she did have to display her summoning, it was more likely to summon human-like beings to be her temporary servants and help clean her room.

But she learned that the Citadel was not all hard work and training. As the saying goes, they trained hard and partied harder. She had lost count of how many times had she woken up on the floor of an unfamiliar room or forgotten the entire nights worth of partying or gambling or both. There were more than one occasion when she got beaten so hard because she could barely walk straight. And yet she had no regrets.

Also something she would not regret was the network she built with like-minded WARDENs, which was shut down a few months before her graduation for admitting minors. It started as an innocent game night to pass the time after training and study hours. After a year it operated in two facilities, then four, then seven. Like her father’s casinos, it spawned like mushrooms on a dead log. The operation gave her life a semblance of normalcy, a glimpse of what she could have built had she not been drafted as a WARDEN.

Then graduation day came. Katarina, acknowledged for her skills in both magic, combat, and rather questionable leadership style, she graduated as a third class. There was no question about her skills in both magic and combat. There was no question about her ability to lead as well – she built and ran little gambling sites all over the Citadel and even held periodic operations review like a real boss. She was told that she could have easily been second class if she used this talent in a “positive” and “productive” manner. She had no regrets.
Kity was happy to have graduated at all, having accomplished her goal to not die inside the Citadel. Besides, she had made plans with some of the closest friends she made in the past decade to travel and see the country that they would lay their lives for. Why not?

_{C O M B A T}

Kitty favored melee style fighting than long range, because the adrenaline rush felt more significantly real when she can look the enemy in the eye. She was not as big as most melee fighter. Instead, she uses magic to alter her form, her weapon (if necessary), and boost her strength. Her weapon of choice is the katana or anything light, long and with a thin sharp blade. She would carry three of them in a fight. One on each hand plus a spare. Her size allowed her to move fast, effectively dealing with multiple enemies from many directions. Her summoning magic will probably be her last resort as it takes much from her strength than she would admit. When asked how she does it, she would describe the process as bringing something from far away to where she wanted it to be and being able to manipulate the creatures to some degree. It’s like teleportation, but not used on herself.

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[vietmyke]

I'm also going to close further interest off at this point. Unless you have messaged me or expressed interest before this point, we are no longer accepting. I'd like to keep this iteration of Spiritum rather small in regards to party size

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Elizima (Zimmy) Morander
20|5'5"|O+

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Zimmy is as fit as being a WARDEN requires of her, but more than that would be too much to ask. Her muscles are well defined and she is in excellent human condition, but compared to some of the other beefcakes at the Citadel, she can't even come close. She is of average height and average build. On her left shoulder is a tattoo of a hawk, wings open as if flying.

Her hair usually flows wild. She's taken to just brushing it out of her face, instead of trying to keep it smooth and silky. When she wants to look good, she uses either a magic spell or a heavy cord to tie it out of her face.

She has a band of charms on her left wrist, which was given to her when she was nine by her best friend at the time. Aside from that, she has no other jewelry to speak of, save for a strange bracelet which she refuses to speak of, no matter what anyone says. Only she knows its significance.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Zimmy is a social woman, but not bubbly or hyperactive. She is charming, vivacious, and has a particular knack for convincing others to see things her way. She comes with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, but tends not to use either when unprompted. She prefers to take life easy, but not necessarily slow. She likes to think of herself as easily likeable, but no damn pushover, neither. When she wants something, she will get it, or embarrass herself trying.

Despite immense pressure in her youth from her family expectations, she presents a level face to any who come looking. Her parents expected great things from her, but their constant support as she tried to meet those expectations helped to temper the lasting damage. unfortunately, she struggles constantly with fairly bad imposter syndrome, and is always seeking to prove herself, to herself. Usually she buries the feelings of inadequacy with alcohol, action, or conversation.

She calls the world as she sees it, and despite her friendly demeanor she has proven to have quite a sturdy complexion, never balking from blood or broken bones. She is tough-spirited and not afraid to show it. Interestingly, she has alektorophobia, a strange fear of live chickens, which no one has been able to explain or alleviate. She claims to "hate their beady little poultry eyes". Of course, she loves eating dead chickens, which she views as a personal victory over the feathery bastards. She also has trouble throwing things away, and without a verbal reminder to clean out all her things, she will allow her possessions to pile up, everywhere.

Some would even call her lazy in comparison to other WARDENs, as her penchant for levitation, sliding, and warping spells lets her move around without much physical exertion. By normal standards, she's well-disciplined, but not in comparison to her comrades. She gets bored from hours of training, whereas some other WARDEN absolutely love it. If life isn't entertaining her, she likes to shake things up.

People talk to Zimmy when they're in the mood for adventure, or feeling down about their life circumstances. Her free spirit and wry quirk can lift almost anyone's spirits, or distract them from their sorrows long enough to get something to drink.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

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Zimmy was born to two retired WARDENs. The spark of magic was in her for sure, but no one really knew exactly how much magic she would have. Either way, it was more or less expected of her to become a member of the elite order. For a short time when she was very young, she told her parents that she was going to be an artist. She had seen a television show about a kindly old woman painting on a canvas, and it had entirely entranced her. Her mother smiled kindly at her and said "of course you are, sweetie".

Instead, she was enrolled in preliminary schooling: having gone through the system already, her parents knew the tips and tricks she would need to know to pass the WARDEN aptitude tests. As soon as she could run, she was going along with her father each morning on a long jog. She hated those jogs, but her father talked about so many interesting things--magic, monsters, flying through the skis--so she sucked it up. Following the jog was a short, intense strength training session, and then reading. Lots of reading. She didn't even understand half of what she read, but her mother and father insisted on it.

She still tried to practice her art, but as time went on, she slowly admitted to herself that she had no talent with a paintbrush whatsoever. Instead, she went to school, trained with her parents and made friends, living a young child's life of wonder, happiness, and laughter. She was quite the popular young lady, with a bright smile and a slowly developing wit which put her peers to shame.

During her tenth year, she was brought to the Citadel to be tested. Due to her parents guidance, she impressed the testers almost instantly. She was in excellent shape, had a keen mind, and knew magic far better than she had any right to. Her parents were nothing short of thrilled. Both Second Class WARDEN in their own time, they had a quiet hope that their daughter, armed with the knowledge and physicality to go far, might even make First Class.

Zimmy was a girl leaving all her friends and family behind, and even for a bright spark like Zimmy, that still hurt. Her best friend Karmin hadn't passed the WARDEN test, and would be going to a normal school for non-military folks. They probably wouldn't see one another for ten years, at the minimum. So it was no real surprise that Zimmy took a while to warm up at the Citadel. She did well in her classes, because she didn't have much else to do.

Slowly, however, Zimmy warmed to the Citadel. Her parents kept in touch, and the people inside were mostly good folk, if a bit rigid and structured. Her infectious smile and funny witticisms won her the affections of her instructors and many of her classmates. Zimmy was quite the charming young lady, full of light-hearted gestures and pranks and sharp comments. Her motto was: anyone can be a smartass in life, as long as they're sassy with a smile. It was hard to get mad at Zimmy, because anyone who speaks with her can feel the vibrancy of her tone, and can't help but share in the excitement.

As Zimmy became more comfortable with her new life, and as the years passed, she felt her urge to succeed waning. It was enough to just enjoy life, and it was Zimmy who people came to when they wanted to have a night out, or a party, or a get together. She was fun to be around, and she accrued quite a list of acquaintances and friends around the Citadel, but her interest in the actual classes just wasn't cutting it.

That was until her third year at the Citadel, when she took her first class of movement spells. In a snap, Zimmy was entranced, watching their dancer-like instructor swirl around the room, then blink out of existence, only to reappear on the other side of the room. Zimmy felt an excitement in her chest like she hadn't ever felt before. That was what she wanted to do. The instructor had heard of her--no surprise there--and seeing the interest in the young girl's eyes, agreed to teach her, one-on-one.

From there, it was like a series of dominoes fell. While the majority of her classmates were working on a large array of general spellcraft, Zimmy was practicing zipping around, and she may or may not have used her newfound movement abilities to gain access to places she shouldn't have. She was caught once, and given a very stern talking to, along with the two others she had roped into her schemes.

But Zimmy didn't care. She wanted to fly. She had been introduced to the non-combative side of magic, and she intended to learn as much as she could. She learned how to create distractions with unconscious ease, memorizing spells for fireworks, shrieking whistles, and more. She learned spells to bend the light around her so she could sneak around without being seen. By the end of her training, Zimmy had practically written the book on being a magically enhanced prankster.

Any class that involved distraction, sneaking, climbing, or confusion, she aced without even trying. Theory and knowledge classes, she had to work at, but she did quite well. It was the combat classes where she really struggled. She was very fit for a woman her age and size, and she passed every exam they threw at her, but she knew she was barely scraping by. She knew the tactical aspects of firearms backwards and forwards: reloading, handling, and magical enhancement...she got that. It was the aiming that screwed her over. And her offensive magic just never seemed to be as potent as the rest of her arsenal. They were acceptable by WARDEN standards, but they would never place her in a higher ranking.

Her average level of skill with attack spells and firearms showed heavily on her performance review. She was worried her parents would be disappointed; she knew that they had hoped for her to be First Class. Due to her only average combat skills, she was appointed to Third Class. When she found out, she was horrified that her parents would disown her. There was no good way to swing this--she had pranked away her years instead of studying, and now it was her fault.

But the day after her appointment, a shadowy man pulled her aside as she walked down one of the halls, alone for the first time in a long while. She had almost stuck a firecracker of sparks in the man's mouth before he started talking. No, he was not trying to kidnap her: he was part of Rassavet's intelligence agency.

An offshoot of WARDEN, they had noted her particular talents during the course of her training, and requested her specifically to join their ranks. As far as the rest of the world would know, she was just a Third Class WARDEN. When her particular skills were required, however, they would contact her, through a strange looking bracelet he handed to her.

"Awesome," she said, smiling brightly at the man. He nodded and faded away into the shadows. Zimmy never even saw his face, but he had brightened her mood considerably.

Her parents were very confused when she told them of her appointment. Third Class, yes, but she said something huge had come her way, something she wasn't allowed to talk about. Her parents knew her--if she had been allowed to tell them, she would have. They were a little disappointed that she hadn't made even Second Class, but that secretiveness she showed them was enough to keep them satisfied. Something was going down.

Zimmy decided to celebrate her interesting new life in the best way possible. A road trip. She called up several of her friends and told them to pack their bags. They'd survived ten years of the Citadel...it was time to get the hell out of there.

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Zimmy is a Third Class WARDEN, and that suits her just fine. She is proficient with offensive magic and firearms, as all WARDEN are expected to be, but her skills are nothing to write home about. She would much rather have a more skilled fighter between her and the enemy.

Instead, Zimmy's skillset involves espionage and distraction, or in her words, "sneaking around and being really, really annoying". She is well versed in movement spells, such as warping, levitation, climbing, and speed enhancements, using these spells to move around battlefields and safe areas alike with grace and poise. She is working on flight spells, but flight magic is exceedingly difficult for anyone, and she hasn't quite gotten there yet.

She also is capable of generating small, camouflaged barriers, or bending the light around her to disappear from view, as well as generating loud noises, bright flashes, and all other manner of disorienting and distracting effects. She once turned a pile of rocks into quicksand two feet deep, dropping a fellow student into the earth and leaving him there for ten minutes while she went to get lunch.

In short, Zimmy is a spy and a nuisance, and is excellent at both tasks.

In the event that she has to fight, she uses sub-machine guns and an assortment of magical grenades, things that don't need to be aimed too precisely. Midrange weaponry suits her best, as her small stature means she would get pummeled at close ranges, but her aim is not as sharp as other WARDENs.

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Is Zimmy still the trip planner?

Want to include at least one scene where she decides to get REALLY good at shooting guns, just remembering for later.