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Name : Maegr Sond

Race : Human
Age : 25

Force sensitive : yes

Appearance :



Maegr is of average height and medium build. His skin is sickly white and his hair raven black, wavy and of shoulder length. He usually covers his face with a helmet or mask that conceal his inhaling device.

Persona :
Maegr though lucid in hindsight is irascible to a fault, often pointlessly reckless. Prone to fits of rage, contained or not, his patience can whitle down to volatile levels in unfavorable circumstances. Because dwelling on these dark emotions can rapidly make him lose his mind he seeks out near constant distraction, be it work or entertainment.

Force powers :
Maegr is uncommonly strong in the force. His excecrable mood swing make him particularly strong in the dark side.
- Precognition : Though he lacks the focus and meditation technique to predict long term events his immediate precognition in battle and awareness of his surrounding are exceptional.
- Telekinesis : His telekinesis is extremely potent. Though it acts as an extension of his body it is rather unrefined in its accuracy.
- Force lightning : His force lightning is overwhelmingly powerful to most of his opponents.
- Force shout : Maegr is capable of ear shattering screams.

Saber style :
Though trained in all forms of the Sith combat forms, Maegr focus on a particularly aggresive single blade hand-a-half style. His defense rests more on precognition than on guarding stances.
His technique borrows heavily from the Ataru, Shien and Juyo forms.
He keeps a second saber on hand in case of a need for a change of strategy as he is proficient in dual wielding.

Bio :
Maegr was born on an agrarian world. The village he came from was home to a light side cult in which both his parents were force mystics working as priests, counsellors and witch-doctors.
During the Sith campaigns in the sector Darth Rathus came to instore Imperial rule and collect tribute in food. When he sensed the child's potential and took him, his parents powerless to stop the Sith.
Despite great potential, Maegr Sond disappointed Lord Rathus who, after inflicting several years of psychological torture, failed to push the student far enough the path of the Dark Side to his taste. Maegr failed to muster the intense emotions of hate, fear anger necessary to mastering its power. At wit's end, Lord Rathus acquired a powerful rage inducing drug and forced it on the child.
The drug induced violent outburts, a constant state of unrest, incredibly vivid nightmares and lethal withdrawal symptoms.
He quickly became incapable of functionning as a person, soon edging on madness until Arianna took him in. He soon became dependant of her care both functionally and practically.

Equipment :
Sith robes, Sith mask, nebulizer, two-handed hilt lightsaber, short hilt lightsaber
Well, now I have the flu. Goddammit.
Been really, then had a lot of work. Preparing to move to an apartment.

I've been quite busy and tired.
I'll get back into it soon.
Stepping out of pastry shop, Corvo threw a glance across the square and spotted quite an unusual sight. A white raven the size of a peacock, beak and claws blood red, was staring at him with yellow eyes. It let out an eagle's screech at Corvo and then turned around, hoped a couple of times, turned back to him and took off through one of of the main streets leaving the square.

Corvo dashed in its pursuit through the wide and busy avenues of downtown Sayrn. The beast took seemingly random turns in increasingly smaller and less frequented streets until it landed after a good hour, on top of a four stories apartment building. Corvo rushed through the door and ran up the stairs before reaching the locked roof door which kicked down.

The bird was waiting in front of the door, it stared at him for a couple of seconds before taking off again over the flat roofs and narrow streets of the city's poorer neighbourhoods."Oh come on" grunted Corvo as the bird was no longer following the streets and flew in a bee line to whichever place it was leading him to.

Corvo took a deep breath and a running start before jumping to the next roof only a few meters away. Jumping from roof to roof, he somehow made his way to the other side of the city where the bird had landed in the street in front of a dark wooden door. Corvo slid down the roof on a pipe and pushed the screechy door of the tavern.
He scanned the room and the people in it and then slowly walked to the bar and signed the barman for a drink.
@Melo@Rekaigan@Kokushi@White Iris
Alrighty you lot - time skip is 4-5 hours it will take Corvo to get to Winchester's, so you lot quickly finish off your convos and say wtf you did for that time unless you all just sat around drinking.

@Anndgrim Have Naya find Corvo and send him to the bar following a spirit bird. I want you to post by tomorrow evening, or i will do it myself at that time and GM everything (and we all know how much you liek when i GM your characters around eh? :P )

While there is a fight coming on Corvo's footsteps, please do remember that IC your characters don't know about it and will most likely be caught off guard, so please refrain from metagaming and leaving thm fully sober and armed XD


No pity for the sick guy? :(
@RekaiganWhich probably means you haven't read my post.

@CreeXLR

It'll just be one of those "Oh who is she? I haven't talked to her yet" Kind of thing among the group. Personally, I'm not too worried about it. Unless you really want me to go and make her introduce herself. (Which she really doesn't feel obligated to do)


Last time I said I ended eating pastry.
The men all wore the same lose long leather coats which sides hung from their sleeves as if to make their figure more imposing. Those protected knee length hauberks tightened by multiple belts and straps. Over the mail sat a navy blue leather cuirass. Though it opened in the front like a double breasted jacket with metal toggles each moving part was so thick and rigid moved like that the entire moved like a set of articulated plates.
Their head wrapped in chequered wool and the capelet of their coat raised up into a hood, they had been scurrying down the unpleasant streets. The rain made Sayrn's affliction worse. The rain was toxic mud before it touched the ground, bleeding through fabric and worming through every crack.
It was clear from their demeanour that none of them wanted to be here.

Corvo was caught off guard by their leader's question but though he tensed up for a second he emptied his mind and turned to him.
"May I help you sir?" He said with the reverence of an honest citizen.
The lead guard cocked his head to the side. "Have you been around the square at noon today?"
"Yes sir"
"We've got reports of some kind of unusual phenomenon happening in here around that time. Have you seen anything?"
"Can you be more specific sir?"
The marshals exchanged a few looks, growing more suspicious. "Like people getting frozen in place, before falling over... surely you wouldn't miss something like that?" The leader narrowed his eyes.
"Well, I can't say that I've seen the deed done. Maybe it happened before I arrived."
"Hmm..." The lead marshal grunted and looked Corvo over, noting his equipment and weapons. "And what exactly is the purpose of your visit if i may?"
"Business sir. I work security for high and mighty people. I was to meet a clients messenger here a few hours ago. Haven't shown up." Corvo threw a glance sideways to the centre of the place, running his tongue behind his lips. "They like to pull that sometimes. They think they're testing you... you know."
The leading marshal paused for a moment then smiled. "Ah, i did hear something about House Ellear hiring outside help, since they've been hit by bandits lately"
Corvo retained a chuckle.
"I'm not at liberty of discussing that information. Or well, at least that's what I would normally say. Truth is, I know as much as you on the subject."

The marshals exchanged a few looks, before the leader turned back to Corvo with a nod. "Yeah, sounds like the nobility alright. Okay, thank you for your time and may the Emperor keep you." Giving him one last sharp looks the three marshals turned around and slowly disappeared into the darkness of the rainstorm.

Corvo tipped his hat as they walked away. "Have a nice day sir."

As the men disappeared Corvo let out a sigh. "Well I guess my 'good' friend is not coming after all." Turning to the pastry shop's window and took out a purse from under his coat. As he pushed the door of the pastry shop a small bell rang and a young lady in a green dress with silver grey skin and immense hazel eyes came out from the back of the store. With the rain, no client had shown up for hours.
"You should have come in hours ago. It's not right to stand outside in that weather."
Corvo pointed to a chocolatine. "If I had come in three hours ago, someone would have had to roll me back to my place."
The confectioner chuckled as she wrapped the item. Corvo shovelled an entirely too large amount of money out of his purse. "For the inconvenience" he muttered before walking away.
@Anndgrim So.... you left him walking to the square... not approaching anyone... not doing anything.... You know i'm an adaptive GM grimmy, i'll just gather up those who approached and leave, and Corvo's first adventure will be finding himself alone in Sayrn at night :P


Must I also have him put one feet in front of the other at every step for fear that you'll assume that he's hovering 2 feet above the ground?
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