Athol

After The End

She woke to ash and dust, knowing little more than her name. Nezumes sat on the crumbling remains of a wall and surveyed the dead world around her. Behind her, a black sun over two peaks that unsettled her to no end, before her a seemingly endless desert, to her left a sea so still it was almost as unnerving as the sun and to her right the shattered remains of a city. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, time seemed of little relevance.

Eventually she chuckled softly to herself and clapped her palms against the threadbare trousers she’s woken in. ”Sitting her isn’t going to achieve much.” She muttered to herself as she stood. Stretching to her full nine feet, she raised her arms over her head and arched backwards. Feeling slightly better, she looked about her immediate surroundings once more, and not seeing anything of interest, she gave a small shrug and began heading towards the ruins.

After The End

@Roughdragon1 (Beating my head against my laptop to put a post together) I know we're all starting with little more than our skivvies, but is there anything to salvage gear from? (long quiet battlefield, remains of those who came before us and perished etc)

After The End

Nezumes

Name

Nezumes
^{‘Nez’ or ‘Nezzy’}

Sex

Female

Race

Nephilim

Born from the union of an Angel and a Human, they appear for the most part human save a few distinguishing features. While facial features and body types may vary as widely as with base humanity, universally Nephilim have pale golden eyes and silvery hair. They are also much larger, usually standing between 8-10’ tall, and poses a natural strength and vitality beyond human capacity.

Personality

Waking without knowing who one is, aside from a name, it would be easy to fall into despair; but Nezumes chose another path. She was brought back for a purpose, though she doesn’t know what it is yet, she move onwards to find it. This has led to a rather upbeat and positive outlook on things.

Skills

• Master One-handed Swordmanship
• Adept Archer

Memory

She has snippets of memories, a manor house in a vast field, standing on the deck of a ship at sea, still images with no context of what they mean. She also has a single more detailed one. She’s clad in armour, and stands overlooking the remains of a vast battlefield. It is a fight not long over and the cries and moans of the wounded can be head below her. Her whole body aches and it takes effort to stay standing and there is no joy, no elation of a battle won.

Memento

A silvery locket with the name ‘Danis’ engraved inside. She doesn’t remember anything of whomever the name is, only that meant a great deal to her.

After The End

[Ignore, miss click]

After The End

Not the best, but...

Name

Nezumes
^{‘Nez’ or ‘Nezzy’}

Sex

Female

Race

Nephilim

Born from the union of an Angel and a Human, they appear for the most part human save a few distinguishing features. While facial features and body types may vary as widely as with base humanity, universally Nephilim have pale golden eyes and silvery hair. They are also much larger, usually standing between 8-10’ tall, and poses a natural strength and vitality beyond human capacity.

Personality

Waking without knowing who one is, aside from a name, it would be easy to fall into despair; but Nezumes chose another path. She was brought back for a purpose, though she doesn’t know what it is yet, she move onwards to find it. This has led to a rather upbeat and positive outlook on things.

Skills

• Master One-handed Swordmanship
• Adept Archer

Memory

She has snippets of memories, a manor house in a vast field, standing on the deck of a ship at sea, still images with no context of what they mean. She also has a single more detailed one. She’s clad in armour, and stands overlooking the remains of a vast battlefield. It is a fight not long over and the cries and moans of the wounded can be head below her. Her whole body aches and it takes effort to stay standing and there is no joy, no elation of a battle won.

Memento

A silvery locket with the name ‘Danis’ engraved inside. She doesn’t remember anything of whomever the name is, only that meant a great deal to her.

After The End

@Roughdragon1 Cool. Some of that may change anyways, depending on how the rest of the sheet comes out (assuming I can get over thing 'block')

After The End

WIP (Haven't gotten any further, but I'm still interested)

Name: Nezumes (‘Nez’ or ‘Nezzy’)
Sex: Female
Race: Nephilim
[Born from the union of an Angel and a Human, they appear for the most part human save a few distinguishing features. While appearance may vary as widely as with base humanity, universally Nephilim have pale eyes and hair and average between 8-10’ tall. Their semi-divine nature also imbues them with phenomenal strength, endurance and durability.]
Personality: A quiet but friendly sort
Skills:
Memory: Clad in armour, she stood overlooking the remains of a vast battlefield.
Memento: A silvery locket with the name ‘Danis’ engraved inside. She doesn’t remember anything of whomever the name is, only that meant a great deal to her.

After The End

WIP

Name: Nezumes (‘Nez’ or ‘Nezzy’)
Sex: Female
Race: Nephilim
[Born from the union of an Angel and a Human, they appear for the most part human save a few distinguishing features. While appearance may vary as widely as with base humanity, universally Nephilim have pale eyes and hair and average between 8-10’ tall. Their semi-divine nature also imbues them with phenomenal strength, endurance and durability.]
Personality: A quiet but friendly sort
Skills:
Memory: Clad in armour, she stood overlooking the remains of a vast battlefield.
Memento: A silvery locket with the name ‘Danis’ engraved inside. She doesn’t remember anything of whomever the name is, only that meant a great deal to her.

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

^{@Lumiere@EvictedElement}

Like everyone else she was glad to see the temple, but the lack of any sign of the party they’d been hired to locate had her drawing her blade before Alm gave the word. Catching the iron tang of blood on the air, Iroryn half-expected an attack as soon as the Irregulars got close. None came, but that didn’t mean there was no danger.

When Alm gave the word to move in, she positioned herself out front trusting her ears more than her eyes to warn her of an impending threat; nothing came of it, but it was clear the noble’s party wasn’t so lucky. The ‘unique’ aroma of blood, bowels and decay was something she was fortunately familiar with so she did her best to simply ignore the smells as she carefully inspected the site.

”No dead,” She muttered. From the looks of things the expedition hadn’t been caught off guard, and yet the attackers had left no bodies…that said unpleasant things about the type of enemy they’d been facing. Poor little Kaeci’s stomach got the better of him and she grimaced in sympathy, recalling her first time coming across an ambush, and that one hadn’t been nearly as bad as this.

She considered poking through the bodies to see is if the target was there, but none of the dead looked well kitted enough to be a noble…and she had no idea if there were any specific features to look for, so she left that fun job to Alm and cautiously moved out from the ambush site. Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the gloom and she was about to probe into one of the darker corners when she heard the *wack* of a failed crossbow shot. Rushing to the noise with her blade ready, she found Kaeci apologizing to an unknown figure. Odds were the man was a survivor of the expedition, but one should never assume.

Needs some steel in that spine if he wants to last, She thought, looking at Kaeci as she came up. ”Hoy there!” She called out, blade still at the ready. ”Kaeci, why don’t you take your new friend there to see Alm; maybe he can shed some light on this clusterfuck.” She added with a smile. ”I’ll keep watch in the mean time.” She gave the newcomer a cautious, but not unfriendly, nod in greeting.

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

Iroryn & Ariel

^{A collaboration between @Athol and @Aragorn}

As she saw the remaining orcs fall back, Iroryn let out a long breath as her sword tip dropped. Well THAT was fun… She thought before answering Alm. ”Still good!” She answered before looking about; she’d heard the asshole say something about wounded. A quick look showed him with and out cold Lady Olivia and that Ariel seemed to nursing a rather nasty gash to her side.

”Shit,” She said as she hustled over to Ariel. ”Got you good there. C’mon, lemme have a look. I’m no ‘professional’ but I’ve done this before.” She threw herself under Ariel’s arm on the wounded side to ease strain then motioned back towards the standing water of the oasis.

At the end of it, Ariel almost stumbled to the ground, the pain of the wound almost overtaking her, and accepted Iroryn's assistance with a pained thank you. She leaned heavily on Iroryn as they made their way back towards the oasis. "I-ow-did my best to treat it." She gasped, attempting to ignore the pain. "But a dagger isn't exactly a bandage." As they went she felt something drip down her side. The gash must not have been fully closed by her actions, or it somehow reopened.

Easing Ariel to the ground beside the water, she muttered an apology as the other woman flinched. ”Sorry ‘bout this.” Once she had Ariel down and leaning to her ‘good’ side, Iroryn lifted Ariel’s top as carefully as she could to get a look at the wound. ‘Flash sealed’ by Ariel’s tanto, the rather ugly wound was still letting too much blood out, and it looked like some other stuff had been caught in there as well.

”This’ll sting a bit.” Pulling out her grimorie, her lips moved as she cast ‘Water Whip’ and pulled a tendril of water out of the oasis and used it to wash Ariel’s wound. Once clean, she had Ariel put as much pressure as she could stand on it with her hand, while she went for a bandage.

Ariel gritted her teeth as Iroryn proceeded to clean the wound with the water tendril, pain flaring randomly up her side, all the while trying not to look at the source of her discomfort. Once it was finished, the pain subsided to a dull roar, and she allowed herself to look the tear. It looked, and felt, a lot better now that it was clean. "Thank you." She said gratefully as she kept her hand on the wound, ignoring the blood leaking from the cut. At least now, the gash would have a chance to heal somewhat cleanly. "This is going to leave one hell of a scar once it finally heals." She thought to herself, once again cursing her carelessness. At least it was a spot that would normally be covered, which was a small blessing.

Hustling back to her kit, Iroryn rummaged through until she’d dug out a clean-ish undershirt; she knew she hadn’t had any bandages, so she needed to improvise. Crouching beside Ariel once again, she borrowed a tanto to rip the shirt into several pieces, folding up a few to stop up the wound and then binding it in place with the rest. ”There, that should hold up until the bleeding stops, but I’d really go see a proper healer when we get back.”

-=Next Morning=-

The next morning brought some troubling news in that Lady Olivia still had yet to wake up from the blow she’d taken. She was dubious about Alm’s decision to leave the Asshole behind as one of the people to keep an eye on her, but she kept the opinion to herself.

Gathering up what little she’d brought didn’t take much time, and in short order she was ready to go. While waiting for the order to move off, she sidled over to Ariel and asked in a low voice. ”You good to go?”