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@Dogematix

Oh god, that's priceless

I love it

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Personally, I use Google Docs to collab, just an fyi.

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I'll get a post up tomorrow, I'm busy running a Quest on 4chan.

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@Lexicon I certainly look forward to the shenanigans that shall ensue, then.

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@Lexicon Her opinion on Verse and her opinion on Andrea are polar opposites, even though the two are pretty similar.

I love it.

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Does this mean Andrea finally has a slaughterbuddy? :D

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The Silver Champion

_{Andrea Albane, The Silver Champion | 24 | Human}

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

Underneath her shining armor, the Silver Champion is a beautiful, athletic woman. Make no mistake, however. In her storm-grey eyes, lies a steel that cuts through all deception, and a canniness that will trap you, if you are not careful. Covered in scars, and toned to a fighting build, Andrea is visibly a fighter, outside of her armor.

Face

M I N D :

Andrea lives for one thing. The thrill of combat, the constant taste of death on the tip of her tongue, to see blood be spilt, preferably by her hand. It matters not whether it is in a duel or in war, so long as she clashes against another with the intent to kill, she is content.

Despite this, she is not wholly unreasonable, and will obey commands given to her by her superiors, if only to be ensured a place in a battle. A product of her mindset, she only truly respectful to those that have proven themselves as strong, if not stronger than her.

_{H I S T O R Y:}

Andrea's family history is that of violence and blood. From cutthroat pirates they came, forming a raider-kingdom in ancient days that quickly fell, due to their violent nature becoming too much of a threat to everyone. After centuries of wandering as barbarian nomads, they were hired by a noble house as personal mercenaries, and the tradition of Albanes being the Champions of the nobility began.

Andrea, herself, was raised for a singular purpose, however. Her mother and father sensed that there was a change coming soon, and so, when she was born, the Albanes capitalized on the opportunity.

Training her from a young age, Andrea was a better duelist at twelve than most of her tutors. So, they then turned the twelve-year old loose on the courts, which were in upheaval at the time, with the changes well on their way.

She never forgot her first target. A boy of fourteen, of House Wick. His parents didn't agree with their house's extreme obedience to their oaths. They were sweet on each other, and he was, while the inferior duelist, the charming, clever foil to Andrea's aggressive, awkward personality. He likely didn't expect her to actually kill him, but Andrea was trained too well.

He died in the ring that day, and Andrea was never the same.

For six years after that, Andrea went on a vicious killing spree against dissident nobles, the younger fighter quickly becoming a sign of doom for anyone she was sent after. If you saw the girl on your doorstep, you were going to die. Despite her reputation as the 'Slayer of Princes' and the 'Butcher' among those that feared her, she retained the title of Champion, and eventually, being the most successful Champion, was gifted the Silver Armor of the Albanes, from the House's Patriarch, her Great-Grandfather.

After that, she was known as the Silver Champion, because, well, what else would anyone who wanted to keep their head call her? Continuing her reign of terror in the courts of nobility, Andrea eventually caught the eye of the Legion, and she jumped at the call. The battlefield would hold more enemies than the courts, and she had weeded out the strongest dissenters already.

The battlefield was a much better fit for her, honestly. There were dozens upon dozens of minions that were thrown at her as so much chaff, and she could slaughter to her heart's content. And when a more skilled opponent was thrust upon her, she relished the challenge, skill matching skill.

After all, what is life for, if not for dying?

_{M O D U S O P R E R A N D I:}

Murder. Not fighting, murder. When going up against the fierce Champion, it is not so much a fight as a slaughter. Trained in combat with many weapons, Andrea is practically a walking arsenal, but she generally goes into battle with her longsword. She's a front-line duelist, meant for taking out any important targets she sees, as well as handling anyone who gets between her and her target.

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

@HexaflexagonVerse: A kindred spirit. Verse revels in slaughter, like her, even if said slaughter is a means to an end. Andrea has heard the rumors of Verse's true form, that of a Tainted, and doesn't care. She's just glad to finally find someone who gets her.

@neogreggoryArthur Wick: The Albanes have always been in the same circles as the Wicks, although they have had a rocky relationship at times, due to their different duties and viewpoints. This doesn't stop Andrea from admiring Arthur Wick as one of her few heroes, however. He is one of the few people that ever beat her in a duel, although she is much stronger now, and looks forward to testing her might against him.

@VirgilMyaenthar'Sul: To be honest, Andrea hasn't much of an opinion on the Kobold. She doesn't pay much attention to him, which is most likely in the Kobold's best interest. She wouldn't have much patience for him if he did attract her attention.

@TancurasReika: Andrea thinks highly of him, even if he uses sorcery. She's heard of his accomplishments, and finds him a worthy comrade. A bit odd at times, for he refuses to become the warrior he could be, but she respects him anyways. She does urge him to become a better warrior, and doesn't understand when he walks off, eyes flashing. Why would anyone not want a natural advantage?

@LexiconMagatha Toil: The Godling is necessary. Otherwise, why would she be in the Legion? Of course, Andrea doesn't have that high of an opinion of her, skulking about like a thief, and relying on poison, the coward's weapon. She doesn't avoid Magatha per se, but she always manages to be somewhere else when Magatha is around, (different duties, for the most part,) and that suits her just fine.

@IuniperAeudla Vesnat: Doesn't like her all that much. She's handy with a bow, but that's it. A bit too snooty and la-di-da for Andrea's taste, anyways. Andrea never had much respect for sorcerers in the first place, and her attitude doesn't help anything. At least Reika, while using sorcery, is useful.

@Drunken ConquistadorSaga-Hanir: A conundrum. A strong comrade, and of the same social rank, Andrea and him should get along quite nicely. However, for some reason, he seems to dislike Andrea. She might be singularly focused, but Andrea isn't a fool, nor blind. Beneath that cool politness is a genuine distaste, and Andrea can't understand why the man might possibly dislike her. He is one of the few people in the camp who she is disappointed by his distaste with her, and every time they're near each other (common, as both are front-line fighters,) she tries to puzzle out the reason.

@DogematixMarcus: She likes him. A quick young man, and a... capable fighter, even if he wasn't on Andrea's level. She appreciates the young man's efforts in the Legion, and looks forward to turning him into an even stronger warrior. I mean, who wouldn't want to be trained by the woman who slaughtered her way through the ranks of the nobility?

@Dark WindTristanya Aurelain: Yet another standoffish mage. And compounded by her usage of daggers, yet another coward's weapon, not suited for open combat, Andrea views Tristanya with disdain. Why can't more mages be like Reika, supplementing their natural force with magic, instead of relying on it totally? Either way, if it's a way to avoid throwing herself at another enemy, with a test of skill and violence, Andrea dislikes, and Trist embodies most of these things.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

1:05 AM

"This the place?"

In a car, two men in black clothing sit, staring at a darkened two-story house. The lawn is manicured, and a winding concrete path leads to the front door. At the end of the path, a white door waits, surrounded by brick. A metal plate at eye-height, to the right of the door marks the house as 4359 Sunset Avenue.

The passenger, a wiry man with a wispy pencil mustache squints, looking at the address, and nods. "Yeah, we're here. Pretty ritzy place."

Putting on gloves and a balaclava, the driver, a thick-jawed man with a buzz cut and five-o-clock shadow, grunts. "Yeah, yeah, it's nice. Bet it has some good shit, too. You know why the boss wants us to break in?"

The second man nods. "Some girl. Probably a meta, with all this weird crap going on, recently." Pulling on a matching balaclava and gloves, the passenger steps out of the car. "To be honest, I couldn't care about the situation. We're getting paid a lot, we take the job."

Chuckling, the driver steps out of the car, shutting the door behind him quietly. "That's good. Wouldn't want ya to go chickenshit on me, now."

Creeping around the back, the two burglars tread quietly across the lawn, heading to a sliding glass door around back. Hefting a tire iron he brought from the car, the bigger man smashes the window, and reaching inside, unlocks the glass door, sliding it open.

Looking to his companion, who raises a handgun and nods, the big man creeps inside, taking the lead.

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Glass shatters, somewhere. A break in. Nicholas wakes with a start, rolling out of bed quickly. Opening his night-stand's drawer, he pulls a handgun from within. Rushing to his bedroom's door, he opens it slightly, peeking out into the upstairs hallway.

Two shadowy figures, one bulky, one lanky. Both headed down the hall, to Abigail's room. They're coming to take her.

Nostrils flaring, Nick grimaces with anger. He won't let that happen.

Stepping out into the hallway, he creeps behind the men, stepping softly. As they reach the door to his daughter's room, he is upon them. Grabbing the scrawny one, and pulling him into a chokehold, he aims his gun at the bigger man.

"Unless you want a bullet between your eyes, drop the weapon, and get on the ground."

Turning around slowly, the big man drops the tire iron. Raising his hands in the air, he looks at Nick, glaring. His friend flailing in Nick's grip, he can do nothing but comply, getting on his knees, hands behind his head.

"I'm going to tie you up, and then-" Any further commands are cut off by the skinny gunman flailing, and hitting Nick in the nose with the back of his head. Grip loosening in surprise, Nick is caught off guard by a sudden elbow to the chin, and lets go of the man, staggering back.

Standing straight, he looks up, just in time to see the bigger man charging at him. Hitting Nick with a shoulder check, he lifts him off the ground, throwing him down the stairs. Landing hard at the bottom of the stairs, Nick lies there, dazed. Above, the big man nods to his companion, motioning to Abbie's room. Tromping down the stairs to Nick, he grins evilly, standing above the man, swinging at Nick's ribs with his tire iron.

Rolling away from the blow, letting it hit his hardwood floor, Nick sweeps a leg at the big man, attempting to knock him down. Connecting, and making the man fall backwards, landing on his back, Nick scrambles over to the big man, punching him in the nose, and places a knee on his throat.

Flailing at Nick, the big man tries to swing at him, but he simply catches the blow on his forearm, and grabbing his hand, breaks the arm by twisting it further than humanly possible. The big man lets out a gargle that would probably be a scream if not for, well, the knee on his throat.

Holding him there for a little bit longer, Nick waits for him to go limp before grabbing his gun from where it landed, and rushes up the stairs. Gotta keep them away from Abbie, can't let them touch her....

Reaching the top of the stairs swiftly, he sees the man opening the door to Abbies' room. Eyes dilating and nostrils widening, he whips up his gun aggressively, and shoots the man twice in the back, once in his right shoulder, and once in his left.

Falling into Abigails' room, bleeding, the man started to scream. Rushing to the intruder, Nicholas dragged him to his feet, spinning him around. Grabbing the back of his head, Nick began to smash the man's face into the wall, until he broke through the drywall.

Panting, Nick turns to look at Abbie, who sits up in her bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Dad? Are- Are there people here?"

Nodding, Nicholas points to Abbies' closet. "Get your stuff, sweetie, just like we practiced. We're going to have to leave for a while, okay?" Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Abbie leaps out of bed, opening her closet, pulling out a large backpack.

Pulling the man out of the wall, Nick tosses him down the stairs, making sure he's out of commission. Couldn't be too careful, even with two bullets in the man. Going into his room, Nick changes out of his sweatpants, taking a suit from his closet, and putting it on swiftly.

Putting his gun in a shoulder holster, he walks across the hall, into his office. Inside, a large wooden desk sits, surrounded by bookshelves and gun lockers. Opening a drawer, and taking a holster, a gun sling, and a duffel bag out, Nicholas puts the holster around his leg, and opens the gun locker, revealing the multitude of weapons within.

Taking a Sig Sauer P229, and putting it in his holster, Nick tosses several boxes of .357 SIG ammo in the duffel. Grabbing the gun sling, he attaches it to a SPAS-12, and slings that around his shoulder. Taking the 12-gauge ammo, and stuffing it in the duffel, Nick zips up the bag, picking it up by its' handle.

From within another gun locker, he grabs a MP5 (with suppressor,) and enough ammo to make a gun enthusiast cry, and holds it in his free hand, stuffing the clips in his pocket. At the bottom of the locker is a knife wheel, and from it, he pulls a fixed-blade knife, one that is easily concealable. Grabbing a sheath and attaching it to his belt, Nick steps back, re-locking the rest of his weapon lockers. Leaving the room, he grabs his keys, wallet, and phone off his desk, and closes the door behind him.

Once out in the hallway, he walks to Abbie's room, and looks inside. She's finished. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he asks, "Ready?"

Nodding, Abbie looks frightened to leave her home behind, but she is resolute. Like her mother.

Stepping past the bleeding and broken burglars, lying on the floor, they leave the house, entering the garage. Inside, a Mach 1 1969 Mustang sits, ready for them, as if anticipating their need. Taking one last look in the house, he shuts the inside door.

Getting into the Mustang, and opening the garage door, the Churches drive off into the night, through the streets of Lost Haven.

There was a storm coming, and Nicholas was going to weather it, for his daughter.

It was time for November to return.

Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

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Andrea Albane: One of the many decked in layers of metal. Gave off a sort of holier-than-thou art attitude, which was somewhat hilarious given that he was a member of the Legion, not some templar fighting for one of the jeweled cities. Aeudla hardly knew anything of him, as there was nothing distinctly noticeable about him other than that he seemed to be everywhere, though this could as easily be something else. Because, again, forgettable. Perhaps he had showed his face in camp, before. Who knew.

@Iuniper

>he

Did I mess up in the CS and call Andrea a guy?