Amaranth

~ Halo: Oman ~

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Suppressing a laugh at the cook comment, Srin added, "I wouldn't have it any other way. No one else gets to blow so much stuff up so regularly!" After hearing the man nicknamed Tube's response, Jinxie nodded to the air in acknowledgement and watched Edward leap to his feet and dart across the open field. Guess that's why they wanted him on point. Srin took a big gulp of air and prepared herself. Holding her helmet to prevent it from moving and obscuring her vision with her right hand and grasping her rifle in her other, Pfc. Chéreau took off after the Pointman. She wasn't as fast, mostly being weighed down by the copious amount of explosives she was lugging around, the extra encumbrance caused her to slide nearly into the wall.

The Sapper adjusted her helmet and looked over the wall tentatively. The outpost looked half constructed. The inner defences looked fairly complete, but the outer ones were sorely lacking. Srin guessed they had been attacked halfway through construction. It was always best to start in and work your way out when it came to constructing defences, so you have a place to fall back to in cases like this. Looks like that policy may have saved some lives. Jinxie tapped her cheek in thought, Eddie was right. This IS the place for a minefield, but the rest of the outer defences looked half built. The wall was too small and there was no concertina wire. An idea popped into her head.

Jinxie started talking, almost babbling, as fast as thoughts could form in her head. "Standard UNSC protocol is to mark minefields on the battlenet so all ground units can be aware of where they are-" Jinxie tapped frantically on her gauntlet datapad, "-unfortunately nothing is marked here. Whiiiich could mean they either never got around to setting the mines or that they set them but never got the chance to tag the minefield." Srin hopped over the wall and continued, "I don't carry a metal detector which means there's only one way to do this. The old fashioned way!" Landing on the damp dirt of the other side of the wall, Jinxie drew her knife with a flourish and began to carefully slide it into the dirt at set intervals every foot or so. It was slow-going but it beat getting maimed by a mine.

After fifteen or so minutes, she was about halfway done. This was obviously the part of being a demo expert that was the most boring. Aside from maybe defusing explosives. What fun is a bomb that doesn't even explode anymore? Edward made a comment about the base being smaller than he expected. "Yeah, looks like they were interrupted during construction. I wonder if any of my platoon is in here."

Finally after thirty or forty (Srin had lost track) minutes of poking holes in the dirt, one after the other, they arrived at the inner wall. Srin stood up, stretched her back, brushed the dirt off of her knife and put it back with a spin. "Guess they didn't get to the mines. We can always put those in later." Srin patted her pack full of explosives and flashed Eddie a devious grin. "Now, what's our next move?"

~ Halo: Oman ~

Sorry for the wait guys, I should have a post up tomorrowish.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

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"You alright, kid?"

A voice. Nee snapped out of her cold and fatigue induced stupor and looked towards the sound. It was a woman. A friendly looking one. She was about the same height and weight as Nee, although she looked considerably warmer. Nee smiled and nodded at the newcomer. How did Neaera miss her? She must have been too caught up in her disappointment. It was the second night with no sign of the Saints at all. Nee didn't even know what she was looking for in all honesty. Her searching was more like aimless wandering and her mother saw fit to let her know every time she came home. However Nee was not one to get discouraged, after all what kind of hero would she be if she gave up after two nights of no leads? A bad one, that's what kind.

"Yes, I think I am. Just a little cold is all."

A few moments passed. Nee picked at the burnt sleeves of her jacket, and watched as ashen cloth floated on the chilly wind that swept through the deserted street.

”Red Harbor’s not the safest this time of night. What’s got you out here this late?” A pause, and Acheri gave a friendly smile. ”Doesn’t really matter, I suppose. Would you mind if stayed until you got on the bus? Don't like leaving people alone in this part of town.”

Neaera nodded again.

"Yes, that is alright with me. Actually, I was looking for something... but I'm not really sure what it is."

As soon as she said it Nee realised how strange that sounded. It was the truth however, and she hoped this lady didn't think she was too crazy.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Should have a post up today.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

The cold air of Red Harbor bit at Neaera's skin. Normally she could keep herself quite warm, but the sun was not out and she was not about to use her precious saved energy to warm herself. Red Harbor was a dangerous place, doubly so after dark. Not really the place you would expect to find a kid like Nee, but she wanted to find the Saints. No, she needed to find the Saints. She had only met one, but he had single-handedly convinced her that joining the Saints was the next step in her budding crimefighting career. Of course actually joining the Saints was proving to be a great deal harder than making up her mind. The Saint had been vague about where to find them. Security reasons probably. Nee watched her breath puff out as she made her way down a disused sidewalk. Her jacket was old and offered little protection from the late winter's chill. The girl shivered again as she passed an alley and looked to cross a deserted street.

"Hey, girl! Where do you think you're going?" That's rather cliched. A hand grabbed her upper arm and yanked her into the alley she had passed. Gotta get better at paying attention, even if it's near freezing. Nee's eyes adjusted to the unlit alley after a few moments so she could get a look at her harassers. Both men were bundled up, but didn't show any signs of gang affiliation. Er, not that Nee could recognise signs of gang affiliation but whatever. "What do you want?" Nee defiantly stared up at the two men.

"Anythin' you got." The man on the right smiled devilishly and Nee thought she caught the glint of a blade.
"Well-" Neaera channeled a part of what power remained into her fist and launched it, flaming, at the man on the right. It impacted on his chest, tossing him stumbling backwards into unconsciousness and leaving his jacket smouldering. The other man hastily swung at Neaera, who ducked and countered with an (unpowered) punch of her own. The man blocked her untrained strike with one arm and grabbed her other, pulling the girl off balance. Struggling to yank free of the man's strong grip, Nee channel what little power she had left into a bolt of sunlight that scorched the man's stomach and sent him reeling as flaming bits of clothing wafted about the cool air. Taking advantage of the man's injury, Nee finished him off with a punch and shook herself off, "-I don't intend to give anything." The sleeves of her jacket were burnt and shortened by a good five inches and somehow it was even colder than before. Neaera relieved the first man of his blade (which she tucked into her jacket pocket) and walked back out into the street.

She had just scorched and beat two men into unconsciousness and used up the last bit of stored power and was still no closer to finding the Saints. Dejected and lacking energy, Nee trudged along the empty street before settling down in a bus stop outside of a derelict carpet factory.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Sorry if I took all of your guys' powers >.<

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

They all seem preeeeeettyy strong, except for maybe the second one with some serious limitations.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Neaera 'Sunbeam' Pollard

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Neaera

Name: Neaera Pollard

Nicknames/Aliases: Sunbeam

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Allegiance: Wannabe Saint

Written Description: Neaera is an average-sized girl, standing at about 5'5" and weighing about 121~ pounds. Her hair is the colour of beaten gold and falls to about the small of her back. Typically it is kept messy and windswept. Her skin is milky white and she is frequently described as having an ethereal or otherworldly look to her. Her eyes are a brownish amber hue normally. While empowered by the Sun her hair seems to glow brightly and almost ignite. Her eyes glaze over with a bright light and her hands take on a bright white aura.

Personality: Neaera is a friendly and kindhearted, if naive, girl. She loves to make friends and take part in new activities. This is, of course, a double-edged sword. She is entirely too trusting and innocent and it has been the bane of her parents' lives as well as her crimefighting career. She isn't exactly dumb, she just believes that no-one is truly evil and is easily swayed to follow and take part in particularly charismatic villain's schemes. If one manages to admit defeat and appeal to her merciful nature she is quick to forgive and forget. It takes a very heinous crime for her to believe someone is past redemption. She idealises the Saints and would love nothing more than to have a seat at their table or even a chance at a place in their ranks.

Backstory: Born into a middle-class family who soon found themselves on hard times, her parents worked hard to shelter their only daughter from the harshness of the outside world and to their unfortunate circumstances (some would say too much.) As a result Neaera grew up with a fairly simplistic view of the world's complex mix of morality. She views most things as inherently good and those she sees as evil she believes can be redeemed through sheer will or some other vague concept. It wasn't all bad however, as she can find wonder in the smallest things and the things a lot of people can take for granted, such as a bright sunny day or a simple compliment. Her parents also encouraged her naturally sunny disposition, allowing her to make friends easily and become quite popular at school and other social events. Her natural beauty also helped.

When Neaera was 10 her father passed away due to health complications from a work-related accident. Her father's death taught her to never take life for granted and to appreciate every waking moment. Without her dad's extra income, Neaera and her mother were forced to move into a series of progressively more run down apartment complexes. It is due to these circumstances that a few months before she graduated high school, Neaera discovered that she now possessed a special connection to the Sun. Though she never would have guessed it, polluted water had granted her body the ability to harness and use radiation generated from the Sun itself. It took some serious getting used to. Not accidentally assuming the visage of an angry pagan sun goddess the moment your skin touches sunlight takes more finesse than one might guess.

Though her powers took some getting used to, Nee did her best to use them for good causes (although more than once she has been duped into using them for petty revenge or something along those lines, but nothing more serious yet) and to explore them to their fullest potential. After witnessing the Saints stopping a robbery, Nee was inspired on the spot to join them. Convinced that gaining access would allow her to do even greater good than on her own, Nee is currently trying to figure out how to apply or try-out for the revered team.

Carried Weapons/Items: None

Superpowers: Neaera's powers manifest to their full extent in direct sunlight. While empowered by the Sun, she can fire bolts of explosive sunlight or fire beams of concentrated energy. In addition she gains the power of flight, which leaves trails of blazing sunlight in her path. As well as flight she gains increased strength and reflexes. Her durability does increase but not by a lot, making her somewhat of a glass cannon. In indirect sunlight she gains weaker versions of her powers (offensive abilities are less destructive and powerful, flight is slower, super strength is less super etc.) Out of sunlight she slowly loses her powers, although she can conserve them somewhat by exercising restraint. Eventually with enough time out of the sun she will lose her powers until she reconnects with the starlight of the Sun.

Skills: She can pick things up with her feet if she really concentrates.

Extra: relevant song

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Hey, wasn't joking when I popped in before. Have a thing.

Justin Harken

Name: Justin Harken

Nicknames/Aliases: Guardian

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Patron Saints

Written Description: Ask anyone what their first thought was upon seeing Justin and nine times out of ten the answer will be "big." At six and a half feet tall he and his muscles cut an imposing figure. It is somewhat offset however, by the huge smile that seems eternally plastered across his face. With a strong jaw and wide cheekbones that smile can be very big. Above them lies a pair of twinkling blue eyes that, along with his mane of blond hair, hints at a Nordic or Germanic ancestry.

When not on duty at the station house or fighting evil in the streets Justin has a very everyman wardrobe. Lots of jeans and T-shirts, a few nicer clothes, some workout clothes. It depends on the day, really.

Personality: Somewhat larger than life in a figurative as well as literal sense. He deeply believes in the mission of the Saints. A warm heart drives Justin forward in both his day job and his self appointed night job. While an iron clad moral code prevents him from straying from the path of the Guardian. He is friendly to all around him. Trying to get to know the members of his team better whenever he can and draw them closer together.

There are some parts of being a vigilante that bother him however. For one he would much rather be working with the government to clean up the streets. The fact that many of the police force are little better than crooks themselves eats at him. Killing is also a complicated subject. Justin has taken enough lives already. He knows what doing so means. But he also realizes that sometimes it is unavoidable. Sometimes you can't talk the bad guy down. Sometimes you have to put him down.

Backstory: Unsurprisingly Justin was not born in Independence City. Raised in the Pennsylvania countryside he was brought up in a family with a history of service. Military, police, EMTs and firefighters. The boy was taught about standing up for the weak and for what was right. Even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. As might have been expected he got into a lot of fights as a kid because of that. Although he never seemed to lack friends as a result of them.

When he was eighteen Justin joined the Army. Two full four year tours. The first couple years were in noncombat postings at several US bases around the globe. The second two were active combat in the Middle East. He learned a lot in those two years. Killed his first person, lost friends for the first time. Justin finished his first tour changed but not broken. And when he signed up for another four years he also entered Ranger school.

There was no third tour. Eight years in the military was enough for Justin. He wasn't planning on becoming a lifer so he got out. Of course he couldn't just become an office manager or something equally boring after all that. He still wanted to feel like he was part of something, something that was making a difference in the world. So the next step was obviously to become a fireman.

For the past year the ex-Ranger has been part of the Independence City Fire Department. It was a busy time before he got superpowers. Now between his duties as a firefighter, Fire Marshal classes and being the Guardian he is finding downtime a rare commodity.

Carried Weapons/Items: 9mm Glock, (rubber and lead rounds.)

Six inch "pocket" knife and a small boot knife.

Taser.

Kevlar armor vest.

Zipties.

Paracord bracelet.

Superpowers: Justin's ability is a simple one on the surface. He can overwrite, or perhaps reset, a piece of reality back to what he considers normal. Say someone got shot or had a limb hacked off. Most people don't consider that to be normal. So Justin uses his power, the person glows white and is suddenly all healed. It's not limited to people either. Places and things are also free game.

There are costs and limits of course. The larger the target the more energy it takes to reset it. Also he can't wish ordinary human beings out of existence.

Skills: Eight years in the army can teach a guy a few things. Especially on how to break people and their stuff. Justin is highly capable in a variety of methods on putting people on or in the ground. Give him a gun, knives or nothing at all and he can get it done.

He also has a solid knowledge of explosives, mechanics and a passing knowledge of structural engineering. Both from his days needing to know to best way to destroy something and his days as a fireman needing to know how to prevent something from being destroyed.

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@Silvan Haven

That’s a very cool superpower!

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Of course :)