[OOC] SPIRITUM

[vietmyke]

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_{F A S T F A C T S
▲ Modern/Futuristic Fantasy setting
▲ Action, adventure, drama, romance, and mystery.
▲ Magic, airships, magitek, eldritch abominations and one hell of a road trip.
▲ World-building highly encouraged.}

_{L O R E}

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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 would become that which 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 is 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 is disrupting the 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 meet an unfortunate soul connected to the coming darkness, and find themselves hunted by both Rassvet and Vangar on a world spanning journey to save it all.

_{O O C I N F O / P I T C H}

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Welcome one and all to Spiritum, a reboot of 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 adventurers and the lengths at which individuals will go to preserve their power.

We the players will take on the role of a group of fresh faced WARDENs. Our training squad has just recently graduated from the Citadel military academy in the Capitol city of Orestia. With war on the horizon, we've decided to take one last trip together across the country to see all the sights before we are inevitably split up and sent to serve where our talents need us most. A bunch of young supersoldiers in a beat up car with a trunk full of alcohol and a sudden influx of freedom, what could possibly go wrong?

The world of Yerin is not unlike our own. 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 focused on character interaction and the bonds of the party, but there will be plenty of room for action and suspense. More than anything I want the RP to be about telling a good and fun story. It's a strange tale about friendship, war, 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?

_{T H E C O M P E N D I U M}

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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, in both the oceans and the sky above, 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 on 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, some large enough to destroy armored vehicles with a single swipe of their claws. Large wyverns 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 have 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. 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 were shipped around all of Yerin to be used in everything from cellular devices to tanks- though notably in more recent times, the majority of such exports have stopped to ensure 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.

N E I G B O R - S T A T E S

While Rassvet is more or less surrounded on three sides by Vangar controlled lands, the Empire's control over said lands are not quite as ironclad as the Imperial propaganda might have one believe. Vangar's control over these regions vary wildly, from more or less entirely compliant, to shaky at best, requiring a significant military presence to pacify. Many of these neighboring regions were Rassvet trade partners until very recently, and sentiment towards the isolationist kingdom is nominally sympathetic, though many are more resentful, viewing Rassvet's strict stance on neutrality as a reason for their own subjugation.

Many refugees from the neighboring regions have found their way into Rassvet, leading to clashes in ideologies, though for the most part, so long as refugees are willing to follow Rassvet's laws and culture, they are allowed to stay. Notably, Rassvet has refused to grant refugees and migrants citizenship, only granting nominal citizenship to those that join Rassvet auxiliary forces. This has not stopped Rassvet from enforcing their statewide survey on even refugee populations.

F A I T H

While dozens of gods have their followings all over Yerin, there are two that have more or less established themselves above the rest in the minds of the people: Gaia the Earthmother and Yreas, the Lord of Skies. The two gods are worshipped in unison by the Order of Dawn. The Order of Dawn 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 Lord's Inquisitors and the Maidens of the Mother. The Maidens 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 way each spellcaster observes and manipulates the Astral Mist differs. Many see it as clouds of literal mist in the air that they can reach out and manipulate, others hear it as music in the world, ready for them to compose into a symphony. Still more feel it as an intrinsic part of their soul, controlling it as an extension of their own being and others cannot sense it at all, relying on the rote memorization of hand motions or spell formulae inscribed in great grimoires.

The power bound in spells 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.

WARDEN Combat Training Classification

WARDENs are typically fairly unique and individualistic, with highly varying combat styles and preferences, but for the purposes of training and standardization, they are typically sorted into one of or a few combat specialties. Overlap is common, and many WARDENs don't fit neatly into a single category. The major notable specialties include:

VANGUARD
Decisive in action and straightforward, the WARDEN Vanguard consist of those who take the fight directly to the enemy. Heavy weapons specialists and melee users often find themselves right at home as a Vanguard. Riflemen, shieldbearers and swordsmen, while the Vanguard is among the most numerous of the WARDENs, they are so because they are often the most needed in times of war. Often clad in the heaviest of armors and weapons, the WARDEN Vanguard are both the tip of the spear, and the final line of defense for the people of Rassvet.

RANGERS
Independent and adaptable, the WARDEN Rangers consist of skirmishers and scouts, capable fighters in their own right, but with the most impact outside the front line. Highly mobile bladesmen, saboteurs and solitary marksman are among those that consider themselves a Ranger. Rangers are experts in guerilla tactics and survivalists at heart, suitable to operating both alone and in a group, utilizing their unique talents for their comrades in arms.

BATTLEMAGE CORPS
While all WARDENs are capable of using magic, only a select few are designated as Battlemage. Wading into battle with the power of the Astral Mist, a WARDEN Battlemage is among the most dangerous individuals on a battlefield. Calling down lightning, creating barriers, and conjuring firestorms, a single, competent mage is capable of turning the tide of battle with a flick of a finger. Battlemages usually find themselves sitting safely behind a wall of Vanguards, and are often among the first to be targeted during an attack because of their destructive powers. While an asset on any battlefield, these individuals are often closely watched by their peers for any sign of mist burn.

COMBAT SUPPORT
While it's name gives off the idea of a back line non-combatant, a practiced WARDEN Support corpsman is anything but. These men and women consist of heavily armored war-healers, combat engineers, expert pilots and other specialist roles, expected to carry out their designated specializations while still being WARDEN tier combatants. If the Vanguard is the backbone, the Battlemage is the muscle, and the Ranger is the eyes and arms, the Combat Support is the heart of any WARDEN formation.

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, usually working behind enemy lines to ensure the protection of Rassvet. They generally act as singular walking armies going in alone and without backup.

Second Class WARDENs are generally squad leaders put in charge of Third Class WARDENs, and are a cut above average, skilled combatants and tactician. 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, or are deployed en masse as an assault force. Their most common use is as shock troops designed to create large holes within enemy positions to be exploited, or as combat specialists attached to army units for specific purposes or support.

W A R D E N - S P E C I F I C - E Q U I P M E N T

WARDENs, as the premier soldier of Rassvet more or less has access to any type of equipment a regular army soldier would have access to, along with a few specific extras and special equipment. Notably, WARDENs (especially you graduates) are not supposed to take equipment off base, but as many commanding officers are starting to realize, it is difficult, if not impossible to fully disarm a WARDEN. There are several items that no WARDEN worth their salt would be caught dead without.

'The Pocket'

Astral Pocket, Mist Pocket, or just 'Pocket', this is less a piece of equipment, but rather a skill honed by every single WARDEN. Using their control over the Astral Mist, WARDENs are capable of conjuring a pocket of interdimensional space with which they can use to store items- commonly weapons, among other things. The amount of stuff able to be stored in an individual's pocket scales with their ability to manipulate mist. Most individuals can store about a backpack's worth of equipment. Notably, mechanically complex items (like guns) take up more 'space' in the pocket than similarly sized simple items (like knives). A pocket is accessed with a flick of the hand, and WARDENs can grant each other access to their pockets. Living creatures cannot be stored within pockets.

Aegis

Taking on the appearance of a badge, ring, amulet, or some other small trinket, an Aegis serves as a sort of magic armor, often working in conjunction with, or in place of traditional body armor. Projecting a near invisible barrier just above the surface of an individual's skin or clothing when in use, Aegis’ vary in defensive power, but most are capable of blocking at least one lethal blow before failing. Simple Aegis’ cover the wearer's head and torso, while more complex ones can cover the wearer's entire body. Some particularly powerful magic users can supercharge their Aegis to project a bubble to protect both themselves and their team. Recharging an Aegis usually falls on the individual WARDEN, but it isn't uncommon for the squad's battlemage or other magic capable squadmate to take on the responsibility of recharging everyone's Aegis.

Aegis’ also usually contain a squad communication spell weaved within it.

Astral Reducer

A small air hypodermic injector carried by WARDENs at all times, typically kept on the belt or an easy to reach location. An AR-Hypo when applied sedates the applicant and temporarily removes the body's ability to manipulate the Astral Mist, and is usually used on the WARDEN themself in cases of Mist Burn. The shock is sudden, and side effects include nausea and exhaustion. These are usually used as a last resort to stop a mage from reaching stage 3 of Mist Burn.

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. They vary in color but occur naturally in crystalline forms. As their name suggests, when of significant size, or when in high enough concentrations, these stones tend to levitate, often times causing whatever they are attached to, be it object, person or even landmass to float as well. At the heart of every floating island is a huge core of levistone, making these islands extremely valuable to enterprising nations.

In ancient times, old wizards used to stick these stones atop staves, and smiths would embed these stones in the hilts of swords, to allow users to tap into its power. Most modern day applications of Levistone consist of refining it into Etherium fuel, for use in various technologies, though they still see occasional use in their raw form. With their faint 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 embedded into walls around larger cities to keep monsters at bay. Notably, the process of refining Levistone into Etherium fuel seems to have the reverse affect, as many monsters seem appear in greater numbers when Etherium fuel is used or burned.

M I S T B U R N

Using and manipulating the Astral Mist to cast magic is both physically and mentally taxing, the body essentially a conduit for the energy, thus requiring both extensive training and innate talent to utilize effectively. Alongside conditioning and training, the amount of mist able to be handled by one person often varies from person to person, and an individuals' "capacity" to handle large amounts of mist is often hereditary. Mist is dangerous when not handled properly, and overusing or abusing the use of mist and magic can cause a state known as Mistburn. Mistburn is split into 5 separate stages.

STAGE 1
The first stage of mistburn is the most minor and is fairly commonplace amongst those that regularly practice and cast magic. Stage 1 happens right after an individual pushes past their natural mist limit. The afflicted will begin to feel symptoms similar to that of withdrawal: perceived weakening of powers, lightheadedness, vertigo, general fatigue, pains throughout the body etc. Individuals at this stage can generally recover through rest and recovery, or specialized drugs designed to reduce mistburn and fatigue.

STAGE 2
Stage 2 occurs when one forces themselves to continue using or processing mist while in Stage 1. Those that have experienced Stage 2 of mistburn have often compared the feeling to something akin to an adrenaline rush. The headache and fatigue fade and are replaced by an increasing heartrate, more potent abilities and an almost sort of natural regeneration. Patients have reported feeling more alive, and their reflexes feel quicker and more responsive. Their skin is almost warm to the touch- as if they had been baking in the sun for hours. Aggression and instinct increase dramatically and individuals suffering from Stage 2 mistburn often feel as though they have obtained a type of second wind and have pushed passed whatever was holding them back and are capable of continuing.

STAGE 3
In this stage the individual body has taken in much more mist than a normal person should have taken- to put it lightly. As an individual enters stage 3 they begin to suffer from irreversible damage. Stage 3 symptoms include: burning hot skin and high fever, extremely or completely dilated pupils, dangerously high heart rate and most notably glowing veins and eyes as the mist pushes through them. Around this stage, an individual's raw magical ability has increased somewhere in the field of almost ten-fold and physical strength and speed are near superhuman, with minor wounds on the body now healing quicker than a blade can cut. It is also at this stage when mental faculties began to decline rapidly: Increased mania, paranoia, and aggression abound. Anyone suspected of reaching stage 3 of mistburn is often either drugged and sedated or executed immediately. This stage is often regarded as the point-of-no-return, as patients are difficult if not impossible to control and only care for more power and taking in more mist.

STAGE 4
Stage 4 is the closest any individual will come to being a 'living God'. By this point, an individual is practically more mist than man. An individual's entire body glows and is so hot that nearby individuals may receive retinal damage and heavy burns merely from being within a close proximity. The skin begins to crack and disintegrate into dust leaving only mist held together in a human shape, and a life span of approximately ten minutes. There are very few recorded accounts of Stage 4 mistburn, but it has been guessed that if one wanted to, they could likely lift and move mountains with their mind.

STAGE 5
At Stage 5 an individual achieves what is known as a Full Burn. Following the extremely short lifespan of an individual at Stage 4, the body is entirely replaced with mist and the body collapses in on itself. Weaker mages disintegrate into ash, while the most potent can detonate outwards with roughly the intensity of a thermonuclear warhead.

[Vertigo]

Probably gonna go for a Battlemage angle for a change, since I rarely do. Or make something up. Anyway, should be able to work on a sheet this weekend.

[Yankee]

I am really tempted to bring my character from a previous iteration of this RP back, but with some changes/tweaks. But I will see if I can get them to a place I'm satisfied with and how the rest of the cast shakes out. If a similar niche gets filled by someone else first, etc.

[vietmyke]

My character role-wise will most likely be a combat healer. That being said, overlap is common, and if other characters wish to dabble in healing as well, all is good

[Psyker Landshark]

Role-wise I think I'm settling on a gunblade frontliner. Sheet should be up within a day or two, hopefully.

[Theyra]

Room for one more? Just based on how many people were in the interest check.

[vietmyke]

The group does seem to be getting rather large. I think I'll have to close this RP off to any further interest, unless someone ends up dropping

[Psyker Landshark]

Kalina Kovalic

_{W A R D E N}

Kalina Kovalic

20 | 5'9" | WARDEN 3rd Class

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

Lean build. Prefers to wear armor-lined long coats over professional wear or tactical gear whenever at all possible.

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

Reserved and stoic, Kalina is somewhat socially maladjusted from being raised among active combat personnel her entire life before she entered the WARDEN academy. She possesses little understanding of social norms or civilian culture, having grown up focusing on fighting and soldiering first and foremost.

Still, Kalina does her best to work with her fellow WARDEN members and help them with what they need, even if she doesn’t understand how certain individuals think or act at times.

Tends to speak in a neutral tone most of the time, emoting only very rarely.

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

The girl who would become Kalina Kovalic was born in a minor border nation, orphaned practically from birth by Vangar expansionism. Her town was conquered in less than a day, her parents either killed or scattered to the winds. Had a traveling mercenary troupe not found her, she would have died of exposure. Mylo Kovalic, leader of Mylo's Marauders, found the girl and raised her as his own.

The Marauders spent years finding their livelihood being choked out, given that they refused to work for Vangar. Every military force they signed up with was defeated by the Empire in short order, and they eventually fled to Rassvet as refugees, albeit much reduced in number. The moment they arrived in-country, Mylo signed the Marauders up as Rassvet auxiliaries. They were redeployed back to the front almost immediately, though not without Mylo watching his little girl who had just turned of qualifying age be press-ganged into the WARDEN academy. For her part, Kalina was eager to join. She had spent the entirety of her life so far powerless waiting for her adoptive family to return from battle constantly, and wished for nothing more than to be able to join them eventually. Mylo was slightly more reluctant, but eventually accepted that she was bound for the battlefield one day. And where else would she receive the best training and care possible?

Ten years passed. Kalina was found to be an expert combatant and pilot on par with a Second Class, but her leadership and tactical assessments proved to be lacking. As it stood, she still passed for Third Class without issue, with the expectation of being able to attempt to qualify for Second in the future with further experience in the field.

Graudation came, and the surviving Marauders all managed to wrangle enough leave away from the front lines to attend, Kalina's father included. When the few friends she'd made during her time at the academy suggested one last hurrah before being deployed to the front, Kalina could only shrug and go along with them. It didn't particularly matter to her what they did until she shipped out, so why not just roll with it and keep them happy?

_{C O M B A T}

Combat Class:
Vanguard/Combat Support (Pilot)

Combat Style:
Kalina is a frontline gunblade specialist, skilled in the use of an otherwise esoteric weapon. Her sword style is minimalist and efficient, aiming for economy of movement with minimal exaggeration or flourishes in order to close the gap between blade and flesh as quickly as possible, all backed up by the explosive power of a gunblade. She typically wears medium armor, favoring a balance between mobility and protection. Most of her magical ability is dedicated towards empowering her gunblade's cartridges in order to infuse her weapon's strikes with elemental or defensive augments.

In terms of combat support, Kalina is certified to pilot both fixed-wing and VTOL transport aircraft. Her piloting can best be described as moderately psychotic, as every flight with her is geared towards speed and evading enemy fire, even on a leisurely cruise in friendly skies.

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TBA

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Voice claim: Sura Siu

[HeySeuss]

One sheet for Antonio "Tony" Wenger, a fellow that survived training injuries and managed to barely graduate. Will have more soon, but going for that 'sweepings of the school' feeling. I might still want to tighten up a few bits of narrative there, but this is good enough as a draft.

Tony Wenger

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_{Shitty AI art. It is what it is.}

ANTONIO WENGER
20 | 6'2" | WARDEN CLASS 3rd

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6'2 and with an athlete's build, dark-blonde hair and a slight madman's grin, Tony definitely cuts a figure but typically, if given the excuse, will take himself as far out of uniform as possible. In this capacity, anywhere outside of the citadel, he tends to adopt a hick's sensibility in fashion with lots of simple outdoor work clothing.

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Tony, always Tony and never Antonio, has always been a troublemaker in the academy -- he was one of those that did not like being ripped away from family and sent to a military school at the tender age of 10. Left alone and bored, he will figure out ways to create a problem and has never been one to take caution into account. Nonetheless, he had a powerful connection with the mist and was being nursed along for his potential with the expectation that he'd 'straighten out.'

That was before a training accident and traumatic brain injury that left him with a physical scar, some psychological ones that have to do with his loss of ability with Mist. Since then, he's spent a lot of time trying to recover his abilities with the Mist and stay in WARDEN training.

Beyond relearning to use Mist, side effects after the injury include the occasional outburst out of nowhere or the occasional need for some sort of anesthetic for a whanging migraine or other neurological effect of the injury. Despite the erratic behavior at times, he's known in the Citadel as a guy to have 'on' the 'team' because he's good in a fight, be it a unit training exercise or brawl.

Tony's attitude toward authority and authority figures is skeptical, to say the least. Given his druthers, he'd be working in his Uncle Rudy's garage, and if not for the ability to use Mist, that's where he'd be. He doesn't forget it and has a casual disdain for the more rigid types that he runs into -- in Tony's mind, you don't get anywhere playing by the rules, but you can get creative and reinvent the game.

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Tony's family have always been hinterland mountain sheep farmers and yeomen in Rassvet, unremarkable except in that they endure, much like the common clay of the land and his father Hugo managed to make a living for himself and his family in cheese production and organizing the local cheese producers into a cooperative that then marketed itself. As a result, Vindish Blue is one of the most sought after cheeses, internationally, with a trademark on the brand and traditional recipes are guarded jealously. Subsequent ventures into cooperative farming yielded success in mushroom farming and even some distilling. Tony's childhood, prior to assessment, was absolutely one of bumming around the countryside, playing in farms, fields and forests. It was a bucolic sort of existence in a prosperous rural hinterland of Rassvet.

Tony, however, was assessed early and bundled into WARDEN training with an eye toward his potential. He had a strong connection with the Mist and was a physical specimen, a combination that was eyed as intriguing and aimed for great things, and was proving to be an intuitive learner.

Regrettably, he suffered a particularly debilitating training injury at about age 15 that resulted in neurological damage. While Tony came back physically, his use of Mist changed entirely and he lost at least a couple of years of knowledge and training. He managed to 'limp' through the rest of WARDEN training where he excelled physically but encountered blocks in his ability to use Mist.

His grades and assessments all suffered in the course of the affair -- he became more erratic though his work was quality, his focus and mood were all over the place. He had a considerable struggle to get himself back into the mental and physical shape to continue and he had to do whatever it took to make the instructors not write him off. Something kept him hanging on grimly -- his family was among those caught in the Vangar occupation that happened at the beginning of the conflict. His disciplinary record also shows some erratic moments; strange moods that are usually co-morbid with a terrible migraine, one of the aftereffects of his neurological damage. Always boisterous and loud, he subsequent obtained a reputation as a bit of a brawler, willing to get into a scrap. What ends with a night in a holding tank in civilization is considered fair dinkum in the field where 'antics' are called 'tactics.'

Tony is a natural at the Vanguard role, but also continued as a 'self-study' during those times when trying to rehab from his injuries which included motor-skill oriented athletic pursuits, like Parkour. Given lots of extra time to convalesce from his injuries, he actually spent time in the books and trying to regain his abilities with Mist, which included all kinds of meditative therapy and participating in scientific experiments with Mist that are routinely conducted at the Citadel anyway. The gain in skills, experience and concentration allowed him to reconnect to the mist, but it's different now. Still, it's there and that what matters is that he managed to squeak by the minimum requirement -- well past, physically, marginally on Mist capabilities.

It's been more than a year since his last brawl with other students and he spent a month in confinement, bread and water while the other guy spent three in a cast for his monteggia fracture -- to be fair, the idiot was trying to choke Tony out to prove some point, and Tony just 'surged,' hard.

While it was understandable that he'd do whatever it took in that situation, the incident hangs over him because that guy, Carl Schneider, was the top vanguard in the senior class and taking him out sort of put the final nail on the coffin in the eyes of the Citadel. It is safe to say that Tony was once a star student and then became essentially a failure of his potential in the eyes of the Citadel.

He's bound for Task Force 254, a unit being formed for the express purpose of moving behind Vangar lines in the long term to provide technical military assistance, leadership, intelligence, organization and direct action capabilities for guerrillas behind the lines...and part of those lines are home territory for him - he knows the people, he knows the terrain. While behind the lines stuff is often class 1 or class 2 work, they're stretched and the idea is to create a force multiplier out of Wardens that don't fit in but can still contribute. He's expected to be good in that sort of role, but that is a future with a very short expiration date if things go wrong.

The thing is, Tony was expected not to survive his injuries, was not expected to recover enough to graduate and not expected to be able to do a number of things, but there's something there that does not quit.

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Combat Class: Vanguard-ish, but very Guerrilla and ambush-oriented.

Combat Style:
Tony's combat style is roughly that of a Vanguard, but he goes lightly on armor and, if given the opportunity, carries plenty of explosives -- which he has a taste for, improvised or otherwise. As classmates in unit exercises can attest, Tony's rigged tripwires onto CS gas canisters and smoke grenades and otherwise has figured out how to build explosive devices with the focus of a teenager given free reign to learn to blow shit up. He's started to use the Mist to create triggers for these booby traps, and camouflaging them with same as a nasty surprise. It is not Tony's way to fight fair, but to find every seam, every fold in the ground, every way he can manage to approach an enemy unseen and take them down before they're even aware.

His melee weapon of choice is either a hammer or axe with a big spiky head, plenty of hooks and an extra long prybar handle. His ancestors were mountain yeomen with halberds, and the choice is actually surprising traditional...except he uses it to rip out windows and doors and to pummel or pry what can be in order to create tactical advantage. He's had, like any Warden, extensive familiarization with a lot of different weapon types, but has most experience with the standard issue carbine, but also kind of tends to be the guy that gets saddled with grenade launchers or squad automatics/machineguns because he's big and strong.

Tony's mist use has changed. Whatever his neurological damage is, and he is healing, it forced him to relearn things with less native capability than before. It's made him think about and ponder the Mist, and it's allowed him to start creating relationships between particulate matter where none existed before. For example, an attractive relationship between bullet and target, which is one of his most basic ones. Another trick he's learned is the manipulation of light, which came about in a field exercise where a scope took damage and Tony, in frustration, ripped the thing off and used Mist to create a focused optic effect with iron sights that replicated the scope's effects.

This is all private work he's done with the mist during his 'self study' period, which also includes the integration of mist and tech through these entangling effects, rather than the more common use that Vangar has of simply using Etherium to fuel these things. The Citadel may not be entirely wise to what Tony's been cooking.

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TBD - gotta read, lol.

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[vietmyke]

@Psyker Landshark looks good to me! Gublades never go out of style. Accepted.

@HeySeuss I like Tony a lot, reminds me a bit of Setzer in that he's a big ole slab of muscle. Let me know when everything's finalized, but basically accepted!

I've also added my own character to the Char tab. People can either wait until everyone's been established to start writing relationships/impressions, or they can use my character for the first part of that section

[OwO]

Justice

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Justice

"No last name."
20 | 5'4" | WARDEN 2^nd class

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Justice has a great deal of scars on her body, mostly gained from pushing herself even beyond what basic training had to offer. She's also rather muscular for her size as though she's denser than most people.

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Justice could best be described as a grim and sardonic delinquent. While she's serious when her superiors are watching, she's a bit of a rabble rouser when left alone. She'll mostly jokingly invite fights and threaten people. Her filter doesn't exist, so long as a CO isn't watching.

She isn't really the type to lie, even if it was a white lie. If someone wounded asks her if it's bad, she'll reply with "no shit" before attempting first aid. If she gets in trouble, she'll state her exact thought process that lead to it.

Surprisingly, Justice has a mind for tactics and is quite a diligent leader. She looks after those around her. Though, she is willing to put them in a headlock if they get on her nerves. Perhaps indomitable is a better word to describe her. Be it out of spite, anger, or some desire to prove something, she's not one to give up or stop moving.

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Being the descendant of war heroes, one would expect Justice to be emblematic of a soldier. Perhaps her attitude would be better if any of them had been alive when she was born. Justice's childhood was that of nausea and illness. Ever since she could remember, she felt the Mist. Through it, she felt both the world around her and every movement of her own innards.

When the survey had reached Justice, what they had found was a desperate and sickly child. Someone who felt only anger at the way she was forced to live.

Well, the military could fix her attitude. She'd probably grow out of her weakness. What they wanted was her aptitude.

They were right. The hellish training was kept her mind off of the Mist around her. She climbed ropes until they were dyed red. She ran until she vomited and collapsed. She filled her mind with as many handbooks that she could. It kept her mind off of what she felt from the world around her. Her desperation to dull her senses drove her beyond most.

Or maybe it was the genes passed from war hero to war hero that pushed her ahead of her peers. It would have made sense. She pushed those around her to match her dangerous pace. If someone was lagging behind, she would get behind them and push them forwards. Though, Justice would never acknowledge her familial lineage. She refused the last name of heroes she had never met.

Either way, she graduated as a 2nd class ranger. Her skills suited it, after all. What she had learned was how to control and utilize her perception. Information was key on the battlefield. There was nothing better than someone who could sense the world around them.

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Combat Class:
Ranger/Combat Support (Radar)

Combat Style:
Justice's class was decided nearly entirely based on how she perceives the Astral Mist. She feels the mist as an extension of herself: a second skin, so to speak. This skin allows her to have a powerful perception of what's nearby. To detect what's further away, she can manipulate the mist in a simpler way. She can either release meaningless pulses of magic that allow her to feel a wide area or she can release nearly undetectable beams of magic that allow her to, given enough time, detect a large area around her. This perception comes with an important caveat: she can't wear armour or else she can't feel the weave.

This also allows her to be skilled at stealth. Her magic can alter forms of detection. So long as she is aware of it, she can use her magic to counter typical radars, LIDAR, and forms of magical detection. Though, she can't do a thing to security cameras.

Justice is especially adept at CQC and the usage of all sorts of weaponry. Though, she isn't graceful and skilled. She's more of a violent brute willing to shatter her fists on someone's skull while choking another person out with her legs. In fact, the reason why she's skilled in so many weapons is because she kept on breaking them. When she isn't choking someone out, she's usually off to build traps or design ambushes.

To cover for her lack of armour, she's quite adept at using small-scale barrier magic. Her affinity for the Mist allows for small barriers to be formed in response to attacks. However, this does mean that it's an imperfect defence. High-powered shots typical of cracking armour would breach her barriers unless she prepares for them. In addition, she can be overwhelmed by long-fights since her defence is directly linked to her becoming mistburnt. She's much better not being shot at.

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[Marlowe]

I'll see if I can some up with something maybe

[Theyra]

The group does seem to be getting rather large. I think I'll have to close this RP off to any further interest, unless someone ends up dropping

@vietmyke

That mean I can join or no? Just making sure.

[Yankee]

Oooookaaaaay this is probably fine. Gonna need to sweep it for typos again in the morning I'm sure. Hopefully the concept still works, it's a only a little bit convoluted lol. Not much has changed over all though.

But hey, if it doesn't work then no worries, I'll just read along.

Z Bennett

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Lance Bennett

20 | 5'11" (180cm) | O+ | WARDEN 3^rd CLASS

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Lance had been a skinny kid when he was first enrolled. It was hard to put on the muscle that training as a WARDEN demanded, but within the last decade he had managed it. Now he is compactly built, hard muscle everywhere with virtually no excess fat. Even with the nicks and scars carved into his body from training and scraps, he takes pride in his physique as the proof of all of his hard work. He keeps as fit as possible, especially because he is prone to illness. It didn't used to be that way - somewhere along the line he got sick and stayed sick, always running some kind of low level fever if his skin was anything to go by. It's both a warm tan complexion and warm to the touch. Nothing serious though, as he'd say.

Because he is rarely out of uniform, he doesn't put much thought into what he wears during his down time. Most of his clothes are gifts or hand-me-downs anyway. It is quite funny to see him mix some garment a more fashion forward friend gave to him with the most worn out piece of clothing the world has ever seen. He basically just wears whatever makes him happy or catches his interest. He is most commonly seen with his trademark scarf, embroidered with the initials Z.B.

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Loyalty is the basis of Lance's personality. He was raised believing how important it was to obey one's parents, their superiors, and their God. The thought of betraying someone's trust doesn't even cross his mind, and on the rare chance he does it the guilt eats away at him until he usually ends up confessing. Because of this, Lance makes for a good friend and is very easy to get along with. He's always willing to lend a hand, hear someone out, or join in on a fun time.

He's fine with banter and can take a good ribbing. He tries not to let anything bother him, keeping strong both for himself and others. He doesn't often talk about his family, and though some jabs at his character hurt more than others he is quick to forgive... if not forget. His emotions are easy to read on his face, he definitely wears his heart on his sleeve. When he's in a good mood he loves to share it, but when he's feeling down or conflicted, he deflects.

Lance has come to be known as hard working and reliable. Someone who always puts others before himself. The kind of person you can lean on if you need to, very literally; he's lent his shoulder for people to cry on and bodily dragged fellow drunken WARDENs back to the barracks plenty of times. He isn't touchy per se, but he appreciates a friendly touch and will happily reciprocate whether its a hug or one of his squadmates dragging him to the sparring ring to kick his ass again.

Perhaps not so surprisingly given his upbringing, but he is quite chaste. He travels to one of the Citadel's cathedrals once a week, head down, intense, introspective and quietly talking with himself. This is a routine he takes very seriously. Sometimes he struggles with his own identity, although this is a side of himself he would be mortified to let anyone else in on. He especially doesn't want anyone to find out just how afraid he is of being deployed for real.

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The Bennett family have a proud history. Rassvet natives dedicated to service - even before the Rassvet-Vangar Conflict began. Sons and daughters of the lineage had always been devout members of the Order of the Dawn, inquisitors from a long line of inquisitors. The current family patriarch, Jophiel Bennett, had been one of a handful of prolific High Inquisitors in Fazra before being forced to retire due to a leg injury. He and his wife returned to Rassvet to the Bennett estate, in the pretty fishing village of Sheldock on the coast, where they raised their four sons.

The eldest son Michael was put on a high pedestal, groomed to be the next Bennett inquisitor before he could even talk which kept him from WARDEN life. The second son Lance however was sure to be scooped up by the WARDENs as soon as he was of age to be tested given his innate capabilities. This too was a source of pride for the family. The youngest son Laramie would eventually go on to show a sense for magic unlike any other. The only anomaly was the middle son Zadkiel, who seemed to have inherited none of the prestige of the family name and had little to no aptitude for magic. It was normal for talent to skip a child or two, so while Zak did not receive any of the special training or attention of his father, he was treated with love all the same.

A few weeks after Lance's tenth birthday, he was selected to join WARDEN just as many predicted. The boy was excited, looking forward to it. In celebration, the boy's father let the eldest three brothers take their boat out for some quality time together before they split up - as Michael would soon be leaving as well, traveling to Fazra soon to complete his initiation into the Order. Lunches and fishing poles packed, the day was a blur of warmth and happiness. It was on their way back that tragedy struck. As dusk was settling over the water, one of the boys rocked the boat a little too hard, or shoved each other just a little too roughly, and Lance was thrown overboard. Given that the family was well accustomed to the water, the remaining brothers waited for Lance to come back up. He never did. Frantically, Michael and Zak dove in to try and find him, but the waters were dark by then. It was late into the night when they gave up, unable to locate their brother. Explaining what happened to their father was most frightening thing the boys had ever done.

Jophiel was a stern, proud man who took his and his family's image very seriously. He was unwilling to admit that Lance, WARDEN hopeful and prodigal son, had died on his watch; not to himself or anyone else. He couldn't face that shame and disappointment.

What followed was a devious scheme un-befitting a Dawn inquisitor. One of his sons had drowned that day, but it wasn't Lance - it was Zadkiel. That's what he convinced the world of. Lance and Zadkiel were close in age, Zak only one year younger, and with the same red hair and tanned skin they were commonly confused with each other. If one hadn't been treated so much more handsomely than the other, they could have been twins. Zadkiel was not on board for this plan, but as a child there was not much he could do. He was pressed into obedience and sworn to silence. The Bennett family mourned "Zadkiel" for a little while, and prepared "Lance" to be sent to the Citadel.

After the WARDENs came to collect him, they were suspicious of "Lance's" sudden drop in aptitude. The lie was maintained with the explanation that his grief over his brother was deeply affecting him. This was true, as the boy barely had time to process everything that had happened to himself and his brother. He never would have made the cut for WARDEN under normal circumstances, so the training was absolutely grueling. Over time it got harder and harder to make up excuses, so the only thing "Lance" could do was train harder and harder. He gained a reputation as a workhorse, and though he was consistently in the lowest percentile of his class, he managed to remain "WARDEN material."

The first few years he hated every minute of it, but the crushing guilt he would feel if he deserted stopped him from doing so. The only people who knew the truth of his situation were himself, his father, and his older brother. Aggressive gaslighting on Jophiel's part managed to convince even his mother that he was, and had always been, Lance. The family never spoke of the incident, so their youngest son grew up never knowing there had been a fourth brother at all. If he left service, it would completely destroy his relationship with his family. If he confessed the truth, it would stain the family's image. More than that though, if he refused to carry this name then Lance would really be gone forever.

So he swallowed his grief, his discomfort, everything that told him this was wrong. He suffered the brutal lifestyle of future WARDENs, endured the ridicule of better trainees, learned to live with the mistburn and tried not to develop an abusive habit with the burn reducing drugs. As a kid he'd hated his old fashioned, traditional name, but while lying awake after training he would give nearly anything to hear someone call him by it.

When graduation came, he'd had to scurry off and find somewhere private to let himself be emotional. The certificate said Lance Bennett, like he knew it would. It had "his" birth date. The real Lance would have been twenty now, while the young man holding the paper was nineteen. Staring at the certificate brought about such a weird, volatile mix of emotions. He was bitter, he was proud. He had nearly burnt a hole through the thing before someone came to find him.

He is glad for the road trip, jumping at the chance to join. He hopes to use it to sort out all his feelings before deployment. If nothing else he is determined to stay alive during the conflict so he can finally come clean after serving his term, put Lance to rest and die as his own man - hopefully far into the future.

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Combat Class:
Vanguard, situational Ranger

Combat Style:
It was a common joke around the barracks that there should be a WARDEN 4^th class solely so that Lance could occupy it. That fact is that Lance is never the best person in the squad at any given thing; he is far from a fighting prodigy and could never cut it as a mage. What he does have are his eyes, his body, tenacity, and the drive to protect himself and others.

In melee he relies on his strength more than anything, having honed himself over the last decade into a human-spear to drive wedges between enemy formations. He is usually first into combat for that reason, to create an opening for others to capitalize on. Like every other WARDEN he is proficient with many kinds of weapons, but he prefers pikes and a trusty sword most of all... when he's not using firearms that is, which he quite good with. Though Lance is no slouch with melee weaponry (a decade of training will make sure of that), he is much better with a rifle or handgun - especially high-precision, long-range rifles. Despite that, he is relegated to the front line because his difficulties with sensing and channeling the Mist make it difficult for him to operate as a true independent ranger. Give him a spotter or a partner though, and he makes an efficient and deadly sniper.

Magic was never Lance's strong suit. His affinity with the Mist is very low, and he suffers from mistburn so often it might as well be constant. To both cover up his symptoms and make himself seem at least a little competent, Lance focused on learning a simple kind of magic and learning it well: elemental control over fire. Needless to say using magic is a last resort for him in combat. His "signature" spell is the halo of flames, a ring of fire summoned above or around him that flings embers outward from it.

Finally, over his WARDEN uniform he wears a light armor modeled after the likes of the Order of the Dawn's inquisitors but bearing the Bennett family crest. It's imbued with blessings and isn't hard to move around in at all. At one point he hated the armor, but after several cuts and scratches and a friendly paint job, he came to like it well enough; it does give him a little more protection after all.

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[vietmyke]

@OwO another maladjusted malcontent to add to the party. Definitely fits for a leader role in our group of misfit headcases. For reasons that may come up in the RP, I will need her legal last name, even if she refuses to acknowledge it, edit that in- or PM me, and then consider Justice good to go!

@Yankee the unfortunate son returns. Are the party aware of his true identity, or is he still Lance to them? Surely nothing bad can happen from fraudulently entering the wrong son into the state super-soldier program. Accepted!

[Vertigo]

Realized I got a few questions re: magic!

So I'm going for a more destructive angle with my Battlemage, in a "point her at a direction and it goes boom" sort of way, but unsure what the powerscale for magic like that would be, or how specialized a typical Battlemage is. Like are they more focused on their own niches, or is it typical for a Battlemage to supplement their main focus with other spells (like, say, a d&d wizard)? And if someone's main focus was to cause destruction, what scale would we be talking?

I'm cool with anything, just don't wanna take her in a completely different direction than intended!

[Yankee]

@Yankee the unfortunate son returns. Are the party aware of his true identity, or is he still Lance to them? Surely nothing bad can happen from fraudulently entering the wrong son into the state super-soldier program. Accepted!

@vietmyke

This time he is still Lance to the party, for now at least!

[vietmyke]

@Vertigo WARDEN battlemages unlike regular mages are still trained soldiers. They are generally more than physically capable, especially compared to your standard soldier, but not as much as more physically inclined WARDENs. They're also versed in things like rifle marksmanship, hand to hand combat, etc at least to the level of a regular soldier

As far as power scale goes, something akin to a DnD cantrip that a battlemage can expect to use regularly like a 'basic' spell, would be shooting a small bolt of fire or propelling a chunk of metal with the force of a bullet. Generally, imagine Battlemages to be the WARDEN equivalent of Anti-Tank soldiers or a one-man mortar team, you can blow up a tank or a small building with a decent amount of effort, and if you really tried you can cause an amount of destruction akin to a heavy artillery piece or missile.

A WARDEN battlemage will typically supplement their niches with a variety of other spells and abilities, they can feasibly dabble a little bit in everything since they have the Mist capacity for it- but its generally a less practiced ability. They probably took a basic course in stuff like healing magic or barrier creation, but it isn't their focus.

[Vertigo]

Will have to finish tomorrow, sickness been stealing most of my time oop, but I do gots a wip. If something does seem off so far though, lmk.

Edit: done yooo

Silje

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SILJE BIRGISDÓTTIR

22 | 4'10'' | 3RD CLASS

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For better or for worse, Silje doesn't exactly look the part of a super soldier, especially when compared to many of her peers. She's a diminutive girl, easily mistaken for someone a few years younger despite being among the oldest in her friend group. Her hair and skin don't do her any favours either, both so pale they make her look sickly. Needless to say, the sun isn't her friend, and her skin burns easily. Still, her apparent waifishness belies a surprisingly athletic and especially nimble girl, who pulls her weight when needed.

It should also be noted that it's not her paleness or her height — or lack thereof — that people tend to pay attention to the most. Rather, it's her peculiar body language; her gestures and expressions tend to always be a little off, even if you can't pinpoint exactly how or why. Exaggerated, fidgety, too still, using gestures not befitting the situation at all — she's been accused of it all, sometimes even to her face. It doesn't seem to have had much of an impact. At most, it's earned a grin and a thumbs up.

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Silje is difficult to pin down, in mind just as much as on the battlefield. She seems to have a near-constant need to preoccupy herself with something, lest her mind wander off somewhere for extended periods of time. She can space out for hours on end at the worst of times, simply watching the Mist and idly painting a scenery only she can see with its hues.

Needless to say, she gets easily bored, and isn't afraid to voice it. In fact, she's rarely afraid to voice anything — not that you'd likely hear her utter a truly bad word about anyone. Extroverted and excitable, Silje very much enjoys the company of others, even of those that do not share the sentiment. Her behaviour alienated many of her fellow WARDENS during training for reasons she doesn't quite fully understand, and so she is particularly glad for those that did stick around. For them, she's willing to do anything.

While not readily apparent at first, Silje seems to have a somewhat limited, surface-level capacity for certain emotions — as well as understanding them, which can lead to her spurting out situation inappropriate things without any ill will. It is speculated this might be due to a Mist-related injury, but considering her body seems otherwise lacking in telltale signs of Mistburn, it is but a theory at this point. Either way, due to this, Silje harbours a deep-rooted desire to feel things, and goes out of her way to put herself in situations that might provide her with strong emotions. Unfortunately, some familiar examples of this are the fear of death and the exhilaration of a life narrowly spared; the very first things she ever remembers feeling, back when she was discovered wandering the fields alone.

When given the chance to follow them, Silje's whims, freedom, excitement and action are what guide her actions, and whatever caution she does practice seems to be more for the benefit of others around her than for her own sake. After all, while she might have been a loose cannon if left to her own devices, she is a WARDEN, a trained soldier, and she knows how to follow directions.

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Silje's life as she remembers it began the way it's also likely to end: with an explosion. One noticed by Inquisitors returning from a holy mission of heretic cleansing. Upon investigation, they found a young girl in tattered clothes, clutching onto what appeared to be the remains of a beast of some sort. She was unable to recall who she was or what'd happened, but it was assumed her remote village had been attacked by monsters. Despite the clear remnants of magic lingering in the air, the girl seemed both unharmed and not suffering from signs of Mistburn. Suspecting her of being able to wield the Mist, she was taken, as many other orphan girls before her, to join the Maidens and learn to harness her powers for the good of the Gods.

It turned out she was anything but a Maiden, in any sense of the word. An unruly, wild child who nevertheless seemed to hold immense capacity for magic, the good sisters of the Order did their best to instill in her holy virtues that she then systematically failed to uphold. The peace she enjoyed, while no doubt soothing to many orphans who'd been through hell in their short lives, was unbearable for her. Her escape attempts were many, but only one of them successful. She was twelve at the time, so when she found herself part of the Government's grand survey, she was already two years older than her peers.

As it turned out, WARDEN training fit her much more than work at the Church ever had. She excelled at combat studies, particularly those relating to the use of Mist, and it was clear she would be classified as a Battlemage early on. However, lessons on strategy and the like never quite seemed to stick. So though her magical aptitude was — is — above that of most of her peers, she's far from a 2nd class classification, and is assumed to require direction on the battlefield to reach optimal results for some time to come.

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Combat Class: Battlemage, with some aspects of a Ranger

Combat Style:

In a word, Silje's preferred combat style is destructive. At her truest she is a cannon of magical prowess, primed to be aimed at whatever you no longer want to exist. Of course, wanton destruction is not always the most reasonable of approaches, and so Silje's had to learn to make-do. Her mastery over mist allows her to just as easily take down enemies in more controlled, concentrated bursts of magic from good distance away with whatever elemental flavour she happens to fancy. Sometimes she chooses none, and opts to choke those who get too close with pure, concentrated Mist instead.

Despite being an important target for the enemy, Silje doesn't don very heavy armour, if any at all. Rather, she focuses on being light-weight and nimble, using magic to keep herself from harm's way; be that by propelling herself away from potential attackers, or towards them to deliver an electric shock straight to the heart. Can't kill her if you're dead first! The tricks up her sleeve are aplenty, though despite what the Maidens tried to instill in her, she's never found herself practicing healing or shielding more than necessitated by her studies.

Needless to say, she has a tendency for recklessness that often has her paired with someone more cool-headed and rational in high-stakes combat situations when resources allow for it. She is capable of operating alone however, and has survived many a situation she wasn't expected to.

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- Silje is unable to perceive colour. Whether it's something she was born with or the result of a sustained injury is unknown, but magic seems unable to cure it. As such, some have peculated it to be Mistburn related. Particularly since when it comes to Mist, she does, in fact, perceive it as dim hues in various shades. By harnessing Mist she can then make said colours more vibrant, and upon releasing bursts of it into the monochrome world around her, she can, if for a moment, enjoy an explosion of the most beautiful of colours. And probably intestines, if anyone happened to stand too close.

- While not many of the Order's teachings stuck, Silje does pray from time to time. Whether this is a sincere practice born out of genuine faith or simply a habit that stuck is unknown.

[HeySeuss]

@HeySeuss I like Tony a lot, reminds me a bit of Setzer in that he's a big ole slab of muscle. Let me know when everything's finalized, but basically accepted!

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Finished -- I did some refining and switching around, and managed to find a pic that is acceptable.