I was actually intending for my fallen angel to have more of a mid-ground alignment. Sure, the corruption is definitely there in her heart, but she's yet to decide whether to go full-blown villain or not.
That said, sure; our chars can be frens in the mean-time. Perhaps my angel will learn something from your guy's perspective.
@Lady Hestia Forgot to tag you earlier when I asked my question in the interest check thread. If that explains why you didn't answer it, then my bad, but here it is again as a reminder:
So... I was thinking about making a shy fallen angel who enrolled into the academy because she has nowhere else to go.
How much of that could be made to work for this setting?
Granoda knew she should've opposed the idea of Noelle driving the cart more vocally. The fact that Noelle fell asleep at the wheel and crashed the cart didn't surprise Granoda at all. How she managed to get to B-rank despite such a heavy flaw in her ethics, Granoda had no idea; and even trying to speculate would wrack her brain into oblivion. She could only hope that Noelle proved competent when it counted. In any case, Granoda was surprised by the amount of damage that the cart had taken from the crash as a result of Noelle's negligence.
'How flimsy does that thing have to be to take that kind of hit from running into a tree of all things? Bloody hell...' Granoda shook her head in disgust, "Alright, someone take over for Madam Sleepalot. I don't care who..."
...
Sure enough, Lumi had presumably volunteered to take over cart-directing duties, and no problems had arose since then... as far as running off the road and colliding into anything went, that was. As they drew closer and closer to the village that they were meant to be, however, a mysterious fog had enveloped the area around everyone, preventing everyone from seeing more than five meters ahead at a time. The timing of this fog was highly suspicious; and if the threats Maya told Granoda had any truth behind them, now would be the time for those threats to come into play. Every fiber of Granoda wanted to wake Noelle the hell up... but at the same time, this was her chance to prove her capabilities as a respectable and effective leader. And if any of the three would give her such an opportunity, willingly or otherwise, Noelle would be the one to do so. That was the one silver lining to a field of black clouds. Granoda rallied the others.
"Alright lassies... and Grisia too, listen up!" she called, "As I'm sure most have you have noticed by now, this fog has gotten so thick that we can't see much of anything. It's at this state of reduced visibility in which our package would be at its most vulnerable, so we'll need to assume a defensive formation. Usually when I get people into formation, I'd have some at the front, some on each side and some at the back. However, if you'd each rather assume position near one corner of the wagon, that will also be acceptable in this situation. But whatever you do, stay vigilant and do not break formation until this fog clears up; it's only a surefire way to get whoever we're meant to escort killed. Now then, if anyone has any questions... preferably not involving why I've taken leadership over Noelle for the moment, then speak up now."
As Granoda finished her rousing speech, a long whistle resonated throughout the fog. The rattling of wood, steel, and rock seemed to pierce the grating whistle. Just as unprovoked as it appeared, the noise silenced itself. There was only one thing that could be gleamed from the noise - it was getting closer.
This field trip to Randgriz just kept getting better and better. One day Ezekiel had a blast around the city with the busty girl, who'd gotten to know as Eris, the old guy who he'd known as Evan and the flat-chested girl that was Linda, and the next he was tasked to see to his own Black Ops mission. Well... "his own" wouldn't be the correct choice of words, since the whole squad had to partake in it and Ezekiel certainly wasn't the leader of said squad. Cpl. Hunt had everyone partner up and meet up with this dude in a shady tavern, and at first, Ezekiel was between partnering with the lancer girl that showed up earlier, or trying to take a chance with Eris. Thankfully, Eris managed to seek out Ezekiel before he could reach the painstaking decision and, being the lifesaver that she was...
"Would you mind if an old lady like me made you company?" well, Ezekiel would never have considered Eris "old" per se, "We still have a bit of time and I know a great ice cream parlor that's right in the way between here and our rendezvous point."
"Ice-cream?!" Ezekiel piped up for a second, but the smile vanished from his face within the second it appeared as he bit his lip and inhaled, "Ooooh, and now I wish I didn't need those goddamned shoes, ugh. Immediate regret."
He shook his head as this reminded him of his less-than-stellar experience with the shoe store. While the two girls were still trying out new clothes, Ezekiel had already paid for his and was already on his way to that shoe store that Eris had recommended earlier... except he couldn't find any pair of shoes that were cheap enough, and had to resort to a painfully lengthy haggle with the woman at the teller just so he could ultimately afford what he wanted. And even that drained most of what was left, leaving only about 200 Ducats for this day in particular. Ezekiel hadn't the slightest recollection of how much ice-cream normally costed, and he'd feel bad if he had to haggle for ice-cream of all things. He could only hope that those oh-so-expensive shoes were worth the price...
"Maybe it'd be best if we skip the ice-cream and just head straight to this bar," Ezekiel decided.
...
Sure enough, Eris and Ezekiel had made it to the tavern, and in due time as well. Ezekiel had definitely thought about asking the barkeeper for a drink and seeing what he'd get in return, if anything. The last time he did this, he'd gotten a glass of orange juice... which the owner of the orphanage had to pay for, much to her disapproval with the boy. In any case, he stayed with the rest of the squad for the moment, and learnt more about this Black Ops mission from the guy they were supposed to meet. Apparently the squad was to raid a house that a sextet of spies had been stashing documents integral to the Gallian Army's Intelligence Division, and retrieve those documents as well as the spies if they were able. Photos were laid out for the squad to identify what the spies looked like, but they looked to be taken from an abnormal angle. Ezekiel had the perfect question for this "Christian Dahl", and it was right on the tip of his tongue.
"So have you guys at Intel found anything about where these people are from, exactly? Are they... Imperials? Federation? Rouge Gallians, possibly?" Ezekiel shrugged his soldiers at this last one; it was hard to imagine a country who an inhabitant would turn his or her back on right when it needed all the able-bodied fighters it could get, but he didn't deny the possibility that someone would be that cruel, "And if they come from all over Europa, are you able... and willing, mind you, to tell us who's from where?"
Name: Regina Branch Nickname: Reggie/Reg Age: 15 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Straight (but not afraid to experiment)
Regina is a beautiful young girl who stands at 155cm (5' 1") and weighs in at 57kg (125lbs). The extra weight that she has over most girls is solely due to her pregnancy, which she is currently 5 months into. She has quite the sizable assets for a 15yo girl and the shape of her hips compliment her figure, although her BWH ratio stands at 26-28-23 if measured in inches and 66-71-58 if measured in centimeters. She wears a strapless bra and matching-colored panties underneath her clothing, and although she often wears a short skirt around home, she'll usually wear a pair of bike shorts or a longer skirt instead whenever she's on campus, out of respect for the dress code. She doesn't always keep her hair in a ponytail either, sometimes choosing to let her hair down and allow it to fall below her shoulders.
Unsurprisingly, the biggest thing to note about Regina (apart from her schizophrenia or her pregnancy, that is) is that she is quite the chatterbox. She just loves to catch up on all the gossip that's going on around her, and if she has something to say about something about a specific topic, you can bet that she'll throw in her two cents. As typical of a socialite, Regina's ability to make friends with someone depends entirely on how well they can or are willing to hold a conversation. But she'll invest a lot of effort in each attempt to communicate with a new face, and she'll make multiple attempts as well. She'll even exercise her decent knowledge of sign language if she realizes that regular talking doesn't cut it with a specific someone in particular, or if there's an evident language barrier, she'll look into learning her intended converser's native language and see if she can grasp it. And if all else fails and she has no-one to talk to, Regina will happily run her mouth off in front of her reflection in a mirror or the like. The hard part is convincing her that she needs to give it a rest, especially without her taking it personally.
Truth be told though, someone has to keep talking in order for Regina to ascertain her own sanity. She has a vast difficulty coping with extended periods of silence, and if her surroundings are reticent for too long, she'll shriek in recoil if she hears the slightest sound that isn't from her own actions; even the noise made by someone accidentally dropping a pencil. This makes it extremely difficult on those that prefer the peace and quiet, and downright impossible for Regina to sit an exam unless special preparations have been made for her in advance. The worrying thing is that, although she has medication specifically designed to combat symptoms like this, Regina remains adamant that she can't take it any more due to her pregnancy... and even if there was schizophrenia medication that she could take whilst pregnant, chances are that either she tried it before and it wasn't powerful enough to make a non-negligible difference, or it's still in its experimental stages; and Regina is not the slightest bit comfortable putting something that'd be classified as experimental into her body.
For someone who would willingly open up about her schizophrenia, Regina puts up a valiant front of normalcy while she's out in public. She tries her best to keep cool, calm and collected, not to react to anything that it'd be abnormal to and not to let her schizophrenia get the best of her. It's a tall order considering how much of a juggling act each symptom provides, and the fact that she no choice but to share a learning experience with known delinquents makes things all the harder. However, while the natural stubbornness that she gets from her mother is both a blessing at times and a curse at others, in this case Regina's refusal to give up works to her advantage. She wants to beat her schizophrenia with everything she's got, and she'll be damned if it winds up defining her as a person.
Diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of 5 years old under the Cognitive Disturbances scale, Regina Branch was always somewhat of a difficult child to look after. Unfortunately, what made it harder on her was that neither of her parents could devote as much time to be there for her as she truly needed. Her mother, Gnrl. Raegan Branch, was always on deployment overseeing the battalion of military personnel under her command, and her father, Dr. Evan Branch, had to continually advance his career in order to be able to put food on the table for the family. The job of looking after Regina was supposed to fall under the responsibilities of her two teenage siblings, sister Galilea and brother Zaid, but Zaid would always insist that he needed to study or do too much homework or other things each time he was asked, and Galilea made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with Regina. On top of that, it was evident that Galilea's hotblooded nature and instinctive aggression towards others was a bad influence, and telling her to do something she wouldn't hesitate to refuse was just asking for trouble. So in the end, Regina had to endure a childhood of loneliness. It was here that her schizophrenia began to make itself known.
Regina was an emotional child at first, never able to help but burst into tears the second something went wrong. At first, the only person in the whole family that had a problem with this was Galilea, who would always react in a hostile manner whenever she heard Regina's crying. But after a while, Zaid too rapidly tired of it, and even Dr. Evan decided enough was enough. He immediately look into medication that was safe for Regina to digest that would help her ease the burden, and after some painstaking research, finally found something worth prescribing her with. She'd since mellowed out a lot, but was still prone to panic attacks... and still is to this day, as unfortunate as the cards that were dealt to her in life. As such, Dr. Evan hired a private tutor to home-school Regina, feeling as though that was the best option to educate her for the future. This would continue right up until the age of 14, where Regina would eventually be eligible to be enrolled into Oxbridge Academy.
While she was scared that her panic attacks would flare up at the worst possible time, Regina eventually braved the ordinary high school life... only to find out there wasn't as much to be afraid of as she first thought. Her classmates were friendly enough and her teachers were understanding of her condition. The faculty had even organized a completely different seating arrangement for Regina when mid-year and end-of-year exams came around, so that she'd be separated from the other students in order to prevent them from being distracted, and were kind enough to give her more time to complete her own should she need it. But it all went downhill the following year. A goth girl was assigned to Regina's class that year as a new student, and she would not accept any pleasantries from anyone. She was rude to everyone around her, even the teachers, and she spared no-one from all the flak that she claimed to feel obligated to dish out. It was little wonder then, that the goth girl had triggered a panic attack from Regina, but she went even further; scoffing at the sight of the full-bladed craft knife that she instinctively reached for and daring her to throw it before turning her back to leave, as if to defy the possibility that Regina wouldn't wind up throwing it in her panic or, even if she did, that it wouldn't miss her completely and that her resulting expulsion wouldn't be in vain.
Imagine the goth girl's surprise, then, when that very same craft knife struck her blade first and dug in so close to her spinal canal, inflicting enough damage to send her falling to her knees. Regina froze in horror, not knowing whether she should try to help the fallen goth girl to her feet or bolt in the opposing direction. Thankfully, paramedics arrived who weren't so hopelessly slow to respond, and were able to bring the fallen goth girl into the hospital for treatment. But Regina wasn't so lucky; not only did she face an immediate expulsion from the academy, but she was also sued for damages, with the threat of being dragged into juvenile hall should she be found guilty. It was a good thing Zaid had studied to be a defense attorney this whole time, as the minute he caught wind of the case, he immediately assigning himself to represent Regina for her defense. He managed to convince the jury to find her not guilty due to temporary insanity, but begrudgingly had to settle for allowing the opposing prosecutor to file a restraining order between her and the goth girl that would last for 6 months, in exchange for her freedom. Zaid was quick to criticize the younger sister for refusing to answer the vast majority of the prosecutor's questions, but Regina was so terrified by the whole ordeal of having to show up for court that she couldn't even bring herself to breath a sigh of relief once the case was over. Seeing that, Zaid realized that he couldn't fault Regina for her lack of commentary after all.
A month had passed since then, and all of a sudden, one of Regina's former classmates had called her cell to say that he was hosting a party and that she was invited. Evidently he felt sorry for the hell that "that goth bitch" had put her through, and thought that the invitation would cheer her up considering she looked like a party girl at heart. He did say that he had to discuss said invitation with some of the others though and while issues were definitely had, the majority were surprisingly OK with it and/or didn't care. Relieved that the classmate was kind enough to offer the invitation, Regina gladly accepted. And she had a blast that night, catching up with old friends, going ham on beer skulling and doing all sorts of crazy shenanigans. She doesn't remember everything that happened that day, but she eventually discovered that she would've likely gotten pregnant sometime within that night's time-frame. To twins no less! Regina wasn't sure how she felt about that though, as this practically forced her off of her medication, much to Dr. Evan's dismay. Still, Regina felt fine around home for the most part. A lot of that was because of Dr. Evan's supervision, though conversing with him and telling stories to him felt therapeutic for Regina as well, and that certainly helped.
Four months later, another unexpected call had woken Regina up with a fright. It was from the principal of Oxbridge Academy himself, and he called Regina directly to let her know that there was a counseling program to be held in Room 405 that would help her get her education back on track, and that he could lift the expulsion that the school held on her should she choose to attend this program. Apparently the program was to be led by a Mrs. Cornelia Anderson, a teacher that Regina personally didn't know and most certainly never met. Between that and the mentioning there'd be... other, troubled students that were all assigned to take this program, Regina grew wary over the whole thing. So she asked the principal if she could come back to him on it, and immediately talked it over with Dr. Evan, who advised her to attend it. Reluctantly accepting the offer, Regina requested the right to back out at any time, but the principal stated that that would mean reinstating her expulsion. That could only mean one thing; once again, it'd be time for Regina to put on a brave face.
Being told to shut up, go away or mind her own business*
Overhearing things said about her behind her back*
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Dislikes marked * have been known to send Regina into startling panic attacks, and are more likely to do so the more spiteful they come across. It all starts with the twitch of one specific eye, followed by slowly backing away from whomever she believes was at fault for the panic attack, slightly to the left or right depending on which eye had twitched on her, and towards either something with a blade or the heaviest thing she can find... and is actually capable of lifting. The final warning she'll give before snapping is a sudden bolt straight for the item that popped in her head at that time, before threatening to throw it at the person at fault, or threatening the use of martial arts if she hadn't found anything suitable. All the while, the color of her skin will have drained and her whole body will have shaken like a leaf. It takes a lot of effort to calm Regina down once she's in this state, and reminding her of the consequences for following through with her panic attack only makes it escalate. The only thing holding her schizophrenia back from going ham on each of her panic attacks is the fact that she doesn't want to hurt anyone, and that all she wants is to live a normal life.
Regina has medication specifically designed to prevent her schizophrenia from acting up and keep its symptoms in check, but she hasn't taken it since her discovery of her pregnancy. The reason for this is due the potential of said medication interfering with the health and growth of her unborn children. She doesn't refer to it as "pretty potent shit" for nothing, after all.
Whenever a teacher asks the class a question for someone to answer, Regina is among the first to raise her hand without fail. However, there's a good chance that she'll immediately follow this up by not actually answering the question. Regina has done this multiple times during her tenure at Oxbridge Academy prior to her expulsion, her actual responses ranging from belting out the lyrics to whatever song was stuck in her head at the time, repeating that same question back to the teacher, realizing that she actually has no idea what the answer is, trying to strike a conversation with the teacher or anything in between. She even once kept her hand up for another couple of minutes after the fact, completely failing to register that the teacher already picked her to answer it.
Ever the optimist, Regina always looks at the bright side of things, and will happily share the positive memories she has with others. However, she doesn't recall everything correctly from the memories she's less afraid to share, and is prone to get a key detail wrong; usually one that in turn makes it difficult for one to believe that the story that she's trying to tell has any truth behind it. And on the flip side, she remembers everything about each bad experience that she's ever had to deal with with vivid precision. It's likely that the bad memories had left a more prominent impression on Regina than the good ones have, and her frustration over this is evident. Her biggest gripe is that for the life of her, she still can't recall who it was that impregnated her; all she knows about it so far is that it had to be someone from that party that she was invited to way back when...
"Don't tell the others but... delivering this medicine is bad news," although she was still mostly in her prior pouting pose, Granoda couldn't help but tilt her head slightly to the side and raise an eyebrow. Hearing this from Maya got her thinking. Could this medicine be going to a known assassin or the like? Was it a type of poison that had been labelled as medicine so that the person delivering it wouldn't ask any question? And if it was either of those, what could Maya possibly ask of Granoda? Sabotage the trade route? The cart? The package itself? Granoda could even possibly see herself being tasked to replace the vial of "medicine" with one filled with water or something equally harmless, without Noelle or the others having the slightest awareness of it. However...
"...we've been getting some threats about delivering the medicine. So, as a special mission for you, I would like you to protect everyone who's heading to the village." the sigh that came afterwards was the sound of Granoda having gotten her hopes that the escort mission would be spiced up enough to finally be one that was ultimately worth her time, only for Maya to completely blow it for her. Granoda folded her arms, and shook her head in disappointment.
"I realize we're supposed to be taking any and all threats seriously, but it's been years since any escort mission we've ever gotten has gone south. And even if these threats happen to have some amount of bite to them as opposed to being all bark, Noelle and the others can probably..." just as she looked over at Noelle's current squadron, Granoda noticed Wren writhing in pain from stomach cramps before he was whisked away, and immediately slammed an open hand all over her own face, before saying, through gritted teeth and not an ounce of reluctance being held back mind you, "...never mind then; I'll be off..."
With that, Granoda trudged over towards Noelle's direction, where she met Clara Sol, the alchemist, Diana, the blue-skinned woman with the shaved head, and Grisia Greyrat, the one male of the bunch... or rather, the one male that was still able to participate in the mission at hand. Of course, one would imagine that the first question to be asked was why a bruiser like Granoda would willingly accept a mission where the aim was to save lives. The answer? Granoda didn't exactly accept said mission willingly...
"Hello. I am Granoda Onyxfall, and Maya asked me to accompany you lot for the escort mission," surprised she was able to say this with a straight face, Granoda immediately sank her head low, unleashing another sigh, "I really need a pint after this. I really do..."
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