Bartimaeus

Royal Rumble!

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Aram adjusted his cuffs as the trio that was him and his team stepped out onto the field, heading towards the small structure that encompassed their flag. The matches beforehand had been easy- despite the regulations they'd put on the flag so that he couldn't completely encase it- requiring minimal effort on his part. Well, maybe that was because he was in the back for the most part. But that was for good reason, and not of his own choice. He was technically the best defender.

He attempted, and failed, to get rid of some blood on his sleeve that'd ended up from one of their last opponents getting too close to their flag. Obviously it hadn't ended well for them. "Hmm...let me think." he mused as he crossed his arms and tapped the fingers of one hand against him bicep. "Nope. Haven't done nothin' to unscrew any Mephistos Crew lately. Maybe she was starin' cause you're starin'?" He finished straightening his clothing as much as he could manage before saying "Ready. Seems like we have a good case of their power sets, but vice-versa...and I don't have to remind you to look out for the walking artillery."

He'd plan on setting up defensive structures around the flag as soon as they were allowed to start doing so. He had a few new ideas to keep this specific team at bay..

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

I think we're fine without a post order as long as we all remain aware so as not to leave anyone behind. :p

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Reisus

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He opened his eyes to see the platform that served as his nightstand bathed in a soft blue light that emited from above the central point of his relatively small quarters. It may seem odd, but if one thought you couldn't miss facing the ceiling when you woke up- they were surely mistaken. Because Reisus did. He sat up, putting his hands on his knees as he gathered his thoughts. The crystals sprouting from his back were a burden to his comfort that he'd have to deal with every morning- seemingly for the rest of his life. This was something that went through his head every time he woke up. Because every time he did, so did the pain on his upper back.

He reached over and hauled a rucksack up onto his bed, before fishing a small container from it. He drew a pill from it then popped it into his mouth and swallowed it dry. It seemed no matter how many pillows he propped up to support himself, he'd somehow always wake up with aches were the crystals grew from his skin, as if he'd been weighing against them all night. The feeling quickly wore off with the pills, but even still, it resulted in him being a grumpy morning person.

He stood up, stretching his limbs shortly as he clothed himself. The clothing would look a little weird to anyone who didn't know who's wearing them. The back of each article seemed to be made of a thin, flexible, hard-fiber. But the crystals move right through this material, as if it weren't even there. He finished throwing on a T-shirt and grabbed his Omni-tool from his bed before leaving the room, the door opening with a pressured hiss. He made his way through the ship, stopping by the bathroom to wash his face and groom his hair(very simply, mind you), then heading towards the main cabin to check the status of the new soldiers they had been scheduled to pick up; until he heard their voices.

He decided to casually eavesdrop. Not really trying to hide- but leaning against a wall and listening in while browsing the web on his Omni-tool. He'd never been much of a talker. Especially not in the morning.

Arena Chat Thread

..aaand that’s why people think Arena is toxic...

Arena Chat Thread

You could call it "irrelevant" if you like, Dias. It'd be best if that argument weren't continued. For the sake of everyone's maturity please.

The 1st Magical Incursion [Reboot] [Accepting]

@HaleyTheRandom My apologies, I used the wrong term. I meant the Corpus, not the Dark Shadow.

If it is desired, I can change the History/Bio to a more personal representation of his past, rather than of his legacy.

Arena Chat Thread

Come, now. Isn't the whole point of this to improve? Squabbling amongst ourselves won't resolve anything..

The 1st Magical Incursion [Reboot] [Accepting]

Aram Secrue

Aram Jirin Secrue

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"Don't get ahead of yourself. That's my job!"

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Name: Aram Secrue
Gender Male
Age: 25
Alignment: Guild
Rank within Organisation: Recruit

Birthmark Shape:


Location of Birthmark: Inner forearm
Magical Abilities: Regokinesis - Aram is adept at manipulating vectors, meaning he can change the direction, momentum, and magnitude of movement via force of will. This ability has powerful applications, but in turn the range is short, and he can only control so many vectors at one time(the most so far he's managed is four). It's also taxing to hold prolonged vectors, depending on the opposition.
-Effects Aram has explored well so far:
○ Changing directions of movement
○ Accelerating/Decelerating speeds of movement
-Effects Aram is attempting to train:
○ Manipulation at a distance of more than six feet
○ Maintaining momentum
○ Prolonged manipulation

Naturally, it is much easier for him to manipulate vectors that are close to him- and as such, he can produce an effect from his palms similar to an extremely repulsive field, which violently deflects entities that move against it.
He is capable of manipulating vectors within about six feet with ease, but after that distance, his capabilities heavily drop off naturally. He is attempting to remedy this with training.

Place of Birth: New York, U.S.
Currently Residing: New York, U.S.
Personality:
Confident- "Some say too confident, but what do they know? You can't deny refined potential!"
Exuberant- "Why be blue? My whole life is up front, and I don't intend to slow down long enough to catch a recession."
Oblivious- "What, I'm shouting you say? And my clothing looks silly?! I don't see anyone complaining!!!"
Fearless- "I don't fear anyone's power. I make them fear their own."
Lighthearted- "Hey, look at the silver lining...no, I mean on my hat! It's beautifully designed, wouldn't you say?"

Aram's mannerisms are definitely unique. For one- he's confident to a fault. And for two, well...he's 'extravagant'. He speaks in a dialect reminiscent of 1950's American Mafia. Weird, right? There's surely some reason for this, but not many people know of it. Even in times of complete seriousness- his odd persona doesn't let up.

History/Bio: Aram comes from a long family line of Dark Shadow followers. One ambitious generation after the rest- all sour at what had been done to their kind in the past. In truth, his line had been on humanity's side in the Guild vs. Corpus opposition. But after the Mages had been purged without impunity, without consideration for individual ideals, they turned against the Non-magi. It didn't get them far. But the Secrues were never a large family to begin with. And now that their numbers are wearing thin, Aram is taking initiative to leave a legacy. He has to leave his mark on this world somehow.

Relationships

Relationships

Name: TBD
Relationship (Bold as needed):Best Friends - Good Friends - Friends - Well known - Warm - Acquaintances - Unknown - Cold - Dislikes - Hates - Enemies - Rival - Nemesis
Characters opinion of them: TBD

The history part is just a little something I thought up that I think could stir the pot of trust a little if anyone in the guild found out that most(all) of his family was siding for 'the darkside'. Most if not all of this stuff is flexible, so very happy to clarify on anything if needed. ^^

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Khall

Khall woke at the sound of movement, but did not open his eyes. He'd learned not to and it was instinct by now, for if he did open them he was usually met with blindness anyways and, depending on the light, pain. He sat up, putting his legs over the side of the couch he'd taken to, then cupping his hands around his face as he slowly opened his eyes one at a time. Luckily for him, the abandoned home was not very bright. It wasn't dark either- enough to see where you were going and what you were writing, mostly due to the light coming in through the blocked windows.

He looked around. It had seemed as if Jessica was the only one awake before him. He took out his Ipod. It almost sickened him to look at the device. Those people had given it to him. But, when he used it and played quiet music through his earbuds, it softened the louder noises of the urban environment- and that was a lifesaver. He doubt he could go without it. They'd given him the charger too, which he took with him as they escaped the facility, but this home likely didn't have electricity. They had no money and were on their own for now. They couldn't go to their families, those homes were likely being watched. It'd been a spot of luck that they found this abandoned building to stay in, and even luckier they each had something to sleep on. He clicked the device on. It read 24%.

He tucked it back in his pocket and stood to stretch, feeling his muscles contort as he did so. His power had never required him much physical movement, so during training he didn't run much. He did exercises and other various small things, but he didn't run. Until after they escaped- and he hadn't run so hard in his entire life. Now his legs were complaining. He plopped himself back down on the couch, surveying his surroundings with a million thoughts racing through his head.

What are we going to do next? Where are we going to go? Who can we trust? Will we ever live normal lives again?

But he wouldn't let these thoughts show on his face.

Jess would see him sitting upright as she returned downstairs. And he didn't have to look to know she was indeed up there. Her footsteps and the knocking was more than enough confirmation. Hopefully she could answer some of his questions. It seems silly when you think about it; she was in the same exact predicament the rest of them were. However she did seem to take well to being a leader. He surely had no objections, as he wasn't going to do it himself.

He stared at the floor and listened as she woke the other escapees, then taking her place in the room as she waited to speak to them about something. Hopefully she could lessen his worries. Doubtful, but there was hope.

Arena Chat Thread

Oh, my. Charging up our defibrillators, are we? I hope this amounts to something, I'll gladly participate. To hell with my schedule!!