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Helene Liu

Name: Helene Liu

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 26

What Makes You Special?

Strength: 4

Perception: 6

Endurance: 3

Charisma: 6

Intelligence: 9

Agility: 7

Luck: 5

Skills

Guts - 1
Athletics - 1
Guns - 1
Energy Weapons (Tagged) - 3
Explosives - 1
Medicine - 3
Piloting - 3
Science (Tagged) - 3
Repair (Tagged) - 3
Speech - 2
Barter - 2
Survival - 1

Trait
You have a knack for making technological marvels out of the ruins of the past.
Once per combat, with your GM’s permission, you may create any item out of the surrounding materials avaliable. However, this item only lasts for the duration of combat and you must roll a seperate INT+Repair check for every usage to determine if it will break down in the middle of combat.

Personality

Inquisitive, spirited and hands-on; Helene is a a woman described by her peers as, either endearingly or with disdain, a nerd.

Helene loves to drown herself in dusty books and to lose herself in impassioned rants about the nature of the world around her. Maybe a few musings about both pre and post-war media, to boot. That's how she spent a lot of her early life, after all. That is, before Hoover Dam. Something sparked in her. A simmering desire to get out there. farther than the volunteer repair work she used to do for Shady Sands. A desire to not just learn from the wonders of people past and present...but a subconscious desire to make her own mark. To make a difference. And the NCR after 2282? It needed people like her, desperately.

Despite her wanderlust and desire to go out to experience the wider world, she still finds herself either frightened or overwhelmed by the horrors of the wastes outside of the heartlands of the NCR. Furthermore, she finds it difficult to connect to people unless they share at least a few of her core passions. Nonetheless, after her departure from the NCR, she found herself picking through ruined complexes for interesting old tech, having warm chats with Followers she meets along the road, and voraciously absorbing newly-uncovered issues of ¡La Fantoma!.

Background

Shady Sands. Home. Helene Liu remembers her childhood in vivid, dreamlike colours. How, despite days of sorrow and pain, she never truly suffered. The delicious fresh food, clean water, and her school with lovely Ms. Delgado. She remembered how, as a kid, she would jump up and down the public trams that passed by the streets that were constantly bustling with trade , or with new buildings being raised or restored. As she grew older, she wowed her peers with her knack for repair-work, and her technical acumen. She beamed with joy whenever her teachers or superiors would compliment her smarts. This was her life. Her life in the New Californian Republic. Who could ask for more?

Helene would turn 16. As she came of age, she began to have her eyes opened. As she read and talked and actually ventured out beyond Shady, she learnt how her comforts were even possible. A periphery of settlements that supported the comfortable lifestyles of the heartland, settlements that struggled with basic needs. That's not to say of the settlements outside the NCR; Hell. It could be Hell on Earth. It was wrong. It was unfair. Helene would continue to read her decaying science books and her dusty, torn superhero comics with increasing sadness. Was she in a bubble? Was her country, that she would still assert in the present day that she still loves, being fair? Not really, no.

Then she turned 18. The dream ended. If her sight was initially opened, now it was shattered. The second battle of Hoover Dam, New Vegas, the Mojave; a quagmire. A disaster. The less said of the details, her peers said, the better. The details don't matter anymore, not after so many young lives were thrown west, and for what? For the Corpse carts limping back over the I15?

Helene signed up to the NCR military sometime afterwards. It was certainly a time to join; morale was at an all-time low. Rumours of desertions and resignations abound, not that she could decipher how true or deep they were. Yet it was better late than never. She was too young to have served in the Mojave anyways. Her technical skill saw her climb up the ranks as a combat engineer, and she found herself dealing with maintenance and field work. Her personal favourite time was the repair work of the remaining NCR suits of salvaged power armour. While she eventually became familiar with their inner workings, she would never wear a suit, nor receive the training. Not that she even cared to; she just admired the wonderous pre-war tech behind them! She would spend a few more years on tour, as the NCR reoriented and reassessed. Life on the frontiers of the NCR was tough, and she gained her first taste of true violence and conflict. It was a taste she would never truly grow comfortable with. Was she even making a difference? In this case, sure. Maybe. Perhaps? It never seemed truly revolutionary to her.

She finished her tour of duty barely three years ago. She proved to be a decent enough soldier, although a far better engineer. Walking across California, she would become a drifter who sold her skills and her service in the NCR as a way to garner cash, caps and shelter. It was these years that proved to be Helene's most formative. It was in the digging, the scavenging, the amateur research, that she became obsessed with the old world.

Helene would have mixed fortunes. Some weeks and months would be nothingburgers. Wastes of time. Very occasionally, she would find something worthwhile; a pre-war book with useful information. Some intact conductors or fission batteries that could be solid for a cup full of caps. Yet one day, while exploring a Robco facility beyond the edges of NCR territory, she would come across a barely functioning Eyebot. It was not anything fancy; seemed to have been a service Eyebot, a humble worker of menial tasks and basic information gathering/dispersal. The plucky wanderer spent nearly a week, maybe longer, that old facility, digging through scraps and other now destroyed robots to nurse the Eyebot back to working condition. She finds it utterly adorable. While it lacks a true personality, Helene would end up talking to it on occasion, sometimes in endearing ways. It only beeps back. On starry nights, she would lay by a campfire and have the Eyebot pipe old, crusty songs from holotapes. Serenades of midnight-bound rangers. She wonders what those old, history-bound cowboys would think of her world. Of her Eyebot. Of everything that has happened since. She would do a lot of thinking in her moments of rest. Reflection.

The NCR, a nation she still felt feelings for, felt like it had become increasingly lost. It needed direction. A purpose. Like her! And as she dug through old Repconn facilities and dived into scrapyards, she wondered if the Old World had the answers to questions that had gripped her. A way to make things fair, safe, colourful, to breath the same life she had in her childhood back into her world. Wanderers like her would accuse her of having Old World Blues. Helene would always spin it as a positive; that she merely wanted to look into the technological marvels of the past to help save the future. The fact that she nonetheless felt increasingly sad did not escape her. She suppressed those blues as hard as she could. Maybe she'll vent to her Eyebot, but never to a real person. Answers were out there. Answers to a colourful, right life for all. Out there in the dusty sands and farms of Californi-

Or maybe beyond. No, not the Mojave. Maybe it lies West. Further. Much, much further. Across that mysterious vast ocean...

Equipment

• A jury-rigged AER9 laser rifle. Helene's prized possession, and the only reason she hasn't had her legs gnawed off by a radscorpion during her wandering days. Brought as a broken model she got from a scrapyard, she managed to cobble a surprisingly working model together after months of constant scavenging work. Of course she did; the lens were still intact! It would have been a waste otherwise. Helene spends hours of her free time every week maintaining and caring for it, in a manner that might be viewed by some as disturbingly possessive. She almost wanted to nickname it, but the laughter or raised eyebrows she got when she experimented with that shut that idea down...for now.
• An old, worn set of recon armour. Actually a barely-armoured, glorified jumpsuit from the pre-war, meant to be an underclothing for armoured American soldiers. Many people in the current wasteland use it standalone though; some like the basic protection it brings from the elements, while others think its stylish. For Helene? It's both. Even if it makes her look a bit fat. Shame about the rust and the wear-and-tear. Many a night has been spent polishing and cleaning this thing.
• A restored service Eyebot. Scavenged from several ruined Eyebots at an old Robco facility near the border of what was once Oregon, this dinky little ball of circuits has been Helene's only friend for the past year. Capable of scouting, menial tasks and playing old music. It communicates only in beeps, boops and binary while lacking the intelligence of the rest of Robco's line. Helene talks endearingly to it anyways. She would rather die than see it get hurt.
• A used 9mm Pistol. Helene carries no ammo for this thing. She has not shot it in years. It's kept as memorabilia, a living memory of her time in the NCR military.
• Goggles. Used to shield her eyes from storms, or to protect her eyes during welding or soldering work. She also thinks it looks cute on her forehead. Helene is almost never seen without them, unless she's sleeping.
• Water Canteen. She would be dead without this.
• A Backpack. It's her backpack; there are many like it, but this is hers. Used to partially carry interesting scrap for eventual sale, but mostly to carry her survival gear. And a book. Several. It gets boring out there, ok?
• Several old pre-war books. As said above. Dusty, old, crumbling and unsurprising when you consider it's been 200 years. She cherishes every one of them.
• A book and pen. Used to record observations. A journal, of sorts. Occasionally insightful, mostly rambly.
• A good number of microfusion cells. The bread and butter of her trusty rifle. She swears she has like..100? 120? Maybe less? She needs to start keeping track.
• 3x Stimpack
• 1x Radaway
• 1x Rad-x
• 3x Mentats
• 4 days of dried foodstuffs.
• 800 Caps

FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

Heya, I absolutely adore the setting you built up for this! Even drew a sketch of my gal!

Note: I tried to keep the details of the NCR and its fate vague enough and coated in enough hearsay. If its not enough though, feel free to tell me so I can just scrub it all.

Helene Liu

Name: Helene Liu

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 26

What Makes You Special?

Strength: 4

Perception: 6

Endurance: 3

Charisma: 6

Intelligence: 9

Agility: 7

Luck: 5

Skills

Guts - 1
Athletics - 1
Guns - 1
Energy Weapons (Tagged) - 3
Explosives - 1
Medicine - 3
Piloting - 3
Science (Tagged) - 3
Repair (Tagged) - 3
Speech - 2
Barter - 2
Survival - 1

Personality

Inquisitive, spirited and hands-on; Helene is a a woman described by her peers as, either endearingly or with disdain, a nerd.

Helene loves to drown herself in dusty books and to lose herself in impassioned rants about the nature of the world around her. Maybe a few musings about both pre and post-war media, to boot. That's how she spent a lot of her early life, after all. That is, before Hoover Dam. Something sparked in her. A simmering desire to get out there. farther than the volunteer repair work she used to do for Shady Sands. A desire to not just learn from the wonders of people past and present...but a subconscious desire to make her own mark. To make a difference. And the NCR after 2282? It needed people like her, desperately.

Despite her wanderlust and desire to go out to experience the wider world, she still finds herself either frightened or overwhelmed by the horrors of the wastes outside of the heartlands of the NCR. Furthermore, she finds it difficult to connect to people unless they share at least a few of her core passions. Nonetheless, after her departure from the NCR, she found herself picking through ruined complexes for interesting old tech, having warm chats with Followers she meets along the road, and voraciously absorbing newly-uncovered issues of ¡La Fantoma!.

Background

Shady Sands. Home. Helene Liu remembers her childhood in vivid, dreamlike colours. How, despite days of sorrow and pain, she never truly suffered. The delicious fresh food, clean water, and her school with lovely Ms. Delgado. She remembered how, as a kid, she would jump up and down the public trams that passed by the streets that were constantly bustling with trade , or with new buildings being raised or restored. As she grew older, she wowed her peers with her knack for repair-work, and her technical acumen. She beamed with joy whenever her teachers or superiors would compliment her smarts. This was her life. Her life in the New Californian Republic. Who could ask for more?

Helene would turn 16. As she came of age, she began to have her eyes opened. As she read and talked and actually ventured out beyond Shady, she learnt how her comforts were even possible. A periphery of settlements that supported the comfortable lifestyles of the heartland, settlements that struggled with basic needs. That's not to say of the settlements outside the NCR; Hell. It could be Hell on Earth. It was wrong. It was unfair. Helene would continue to read her decaying science books and her dusty, torn superhero comics with increasing sadness. Was she in a bubble? Was her country, that she would still assert in the present day that she still loves, being fair? Not really, no.

Then she turned 18. The dream ended. If her sight was initially opened, now it was shattered. The second battle of Hoover Dam, New Vegas, the Mojave; a quagmire. A disaster. The less said of the details, her peers said, the better. The details don't matter anymore, not after so many young lives were thrown west, and for what? For the Corpse carts limping back over the I15?

Helene signed up to the NCR military sometime afterwards. It was certainly a time to join; morale was at an all-time low. Rumours of desertions and resignations abound, not that she could decipher how true or deep they were. Yet it was better late than never. She was too young to have served in the Mojave anyways. Her technical skill saw her climb up the ranks as a combat engineer, and she found herself dealing with maintenance and field work. Her personal favourite time was the repair work of the remaining NCR suits of salvaged power armour. While she eventually became familiar with their inner workings, she would never wear a suit, nor receive the training. Not that she even cared to; she just admired the wonderous pre-war tech behind them! She would spend a few more years on tour, as the NCR reoriented and reassessed. Life on the frontiers of the NCR was tough, and she gained her first taste of true violence and conflict. It was a taste she would never truly grow comfortable with. Was she even making a difference? In this case, sure. Maybe. Perhaps? It never seemed truly revolutionary to her.

She finished her tour of duty barely three years ago. She proved to be a decent enough soldier, although a far better engineer. Walking across California, she would become a drifter who sold her skills and her service in the NCR as a way to garner cash, caps and shelter. It was these years that proved to be Helene's most formative. It was in the digging, the scavenging, the amateur research, that she became obsessed with the old world.

Helene would have mixed fortunes. Some weeks and months would be nothingburgers. Wastes of time. Very occasionally, she would find something worthwhile; a pre-war book with useful information. Some intact conductors or fission batteries that could be solid for a cup full of caps. Yet one day, while exploring a Robco facility beyond the edges of NCR territory, she would come across a barely functioning Eyebot. It was not anything fancy; seemed to have been a service Eyebot, a humble worker of menial tasks and basic information gathering/dispersal. The plucky wanderer spent nearly a week, maybe longer, that old facility, digging through scraps and other now destroyed robots to nurse the Eyebot back to working condition. She finds it utterly adorable. While it lacks a true personality, Helene would end up talking to it on occasion, sometimes in endearing ways. It only beeps back. On starry nights, she would lay by a campfire and have the Eyebot pipe old, crusty songs from holotapes. Serenades of midnight-bound rangers. She wonders what those old, history-bound cowboys would think of her world. Of her Eyebot. Of everything that has happened since. She would do a lot of thinking in her moments of rest. Reflection.

The NCR, a nation she still felt feelings for, felt like it had become increasingly lost. It needed direction. A purpose. Like her! And as she dug through old Repconn facilities and dived into scrapyards, she wondered if the Old World had the answers to questions that had gripped her. A way to make things fair, safe, colourful, to breath the same life she had in her childhood back into her world. Wanderers like her would accuse her of having Old World Blues. Helene would always spin it as a positive; that she merely wanted to look into the technological marvels of the past to help save the future. The fact that she nonetheless felt increasingly sad did not escape her. She suppressed those blues as hard as she could. Maybe she'll vent to her Eyebot, but never to a real person. Answers were out there. Answers to a colourful, right life for all. Out there in the dusty sands and farms of Californi-

Or maybe beyond. No, not the Mojave. Maybe it lies West. Further. Much, much further. Across that mysterious vast ocean...

Equipment

• A jury-rigged AER9 laser rifle. Helene's prized possession, and the only reason she hasn't had her legs gnawed off by a radscorpion during her wandering days. Brought as a broken model she got from a scrapyard, she managed to cobble a surprisingly working model together after months of constant scavenging work. Of course she did; the lens were still intact! It would have been a waste otherwise. Helene spends hours of her free time every week maintaining and caring for it, in a manner that might be viewed by some as disturbingly possessive. She almost wanted to nickname it, but the laughter or raised eyebrows she got when she experimented with that shut that idea down...for now.
• An old, worn set of recon armour. Actually a barely-armoured, glorified jumpsuit from the pre-war, meant to be an underclothing for armoured American soldiers. Many people in the current wasteland use it standalone though; some like the basic protection it brings from the elements, while others think its stylish. For Helene? It's both. Even if it makes her look a bit fat. Shame about the rust and the wear-and-tear. Many a night has been spent polishing and cleaning this thing.
• A used 9mm Pistol. Helene carries no ammo for this thing. She has not shot it in years. It's kept as memorabilia, a living memory of her time in the NCR military.
• Goggles. Used to shield her eyes from storms, or to protect her eyes during welding or soldering work. She also thinks it looks cute on her forehead. Helene is almost never seen without them, unless she's sleeping.
• Water Canteen. She would be dead without this.
• A Backpack. It's her backpack; there are many like it, but this is hers. Used to partially carry interesting scrap for eventual sale, but mostly to carry her survival gear. And a book. Several. It gets boring out there, ok?
• Several old pre-war books. As said above. Dusty, old, crumbling and unsurprising when you consider it's been 200 years. She cherishes every one of them.
• A book and pen. Used to record observations. A journal, of sorts. Occasionally insightful, mostly rambly.
• A good number of microfusion cells. The bread and butter of her trusty rifle. She swears she has like..100? 120? Maybe less? She needs to start keeping track.
• 3x Stimpack
• 1x Radaway
• 1x Rad-x
• 3x Mentats
• 4 days of dried foodstuffs.

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Apinya "Apsara" Sichantha

"I don't need to win. I just need to show I had the balls to do it in the first place."

"Wait, do I actually need to fill this all in-whuh...why do you need my weight? Bro." _____________________________________________________ NAME: Apinya Sichantha _______________________________________________ EPITHET: The Flaming Flower _______________________________________________ AGE: 23 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: She/Her _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 158cm _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 73kg _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Thailand _______________________________________________ LIKES: Apinya loves spicy food; Gaeng Keow Wan (Green curry) and Mango curry are her personal favourites. At the end of the day though, any dish with a kick will please her. She's not unfamiliar with western food, although her experiences with that were limited to fast food. Apinya has a deep love for horror movies, something that she doesn't flaunt or talk about with others for reasons only she knows. She grew on Thailand's slowly growing cinema scene, but is now finally watching more international fare. She likes martial arts too. Duh. _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: She keeps her dislikes close to her heart, preferring not to share them. But if you have to know one of them...uh, dairy? In all seriousness, she shares an intense dislike of the rich and the haughty, although she'd be the first to say they go hand in hand. She derides what she views as unearned luxury, and prefers to keep herself and her surroundings simple. At the same time, she has been enticed by some of the glitz and glamour of wider nomad life...

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OVERVIEW

"Sometimes I miss my home. But sometimes I remember how much I hated waking up there, or how much I hated getting booed. Then I remember the warm meals, my mother's smile. It jumps back and forth all the time. If my brain's trying to tell me something, I think it's just as confused as I am."
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APPEARANCE

"Don't worry, only some of that's my blood."
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Apinya is a bit of a rough specimen, preferring to keep her hair uncombed and her fashion plain. Although shorter than the average nomad, Apinya hardly feels like this matters. Although most of her fellow Thai nomads go around bare-chested or with sport bras, she sports a plain singlet most of the time.

One of her striking features are the tattoos she has engraved on both her arms, a striking mix of reds of all shades. When Ki energy flows through her, her tattoos glow with an iridescent light! Apinya can also be seen spotting a sweet-smelling frangipani in her hair, occasionally.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Honestly, I don't know if I could live a cushy life. Too bland. Even a shitty meal feels great after you had to earn it going toe-to-toe with a man who had crystals for fists."
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Apinya hates losing. She loses a lot though, her family has fallen on hard times, plus she's getting her face and body kicked in almost every week. It's a fact of life for her. Yet she's far from willing to give up, nor blame others. She knows exactly why she's getting pounded to the floor in the arena; herself.

Although she's technically focused on trying to become a half-competent Nomad, in actuality she does have a life outside the ring; although not one for big parties, she keeps a small but strong circle of friends and friendly rivalries that have helped her feel less alone in the claustrophobic streets of Bangkok. She can be found sewing on her dusty mattress on the times of the day when she isn't working out, and she tries her best to maintain her cooking skills despite her tight budget.

For Apinya, she thinks that if you're struggling, you're heading in the right direction. She could have just stayed behind in her village and let the chips fall where they may, but then what? If life finally slams down hard on her family, what could she have done? At least now she can have a choice, and maybe even make a small name for herself. If she can give her family and herself a solid life, it'll make all the black eyes and coughed-up blood worth it.

BACKSTORY

"Mum's food was best. Even Gold City's best isn't the same."
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Apinya was born in a region with a tumultuous relationship with Nomads. While Ki warriors were once commonplace in ancient times, decades of colonial suppression and later government paranoia pushed Nomads to the fringes of society in the region. In countries like Vietnam, Ki usage is tied strictly to the armed forces, the concept of independent nomads remaining illegal to this day. Singapore outright prohibits all Ki usage; out of sight, out of mind. But while all the nations have Nomads in the fringes, Thailand remains a peculiar outlier. While technically strictly controlled, Ki suppression is hardly enforced. In fact, so long as Nomads do not engage in explicitly anti-government activities, the Thai government is simply too swamped or too uncaring to really meddle with Nomads.

As such, Apinya was born in a nation with a rich Nomadic culture (by the region's standards), with other Southeast Asian nomads moving over to pursue their arts unfettered by agencies and laws. While most do not engage in public battles in the middle of Bangkok, out of fear of accidently forcing the police to do something for once, many engage in fighting rings held in dark basements or at the edges of the countryside.

She was actually born in a village in the outskirts of Chiang Mai in the northern highlands of Thailand. Apinya was daughter to a local Nomad, famed for engaging in friendly tournaments with neighbouring villages. Apinya was enamored with her mother's feats as a kid, although her dotting father was worried about her daughter getting such a dangerous world. Her mother's reply was always a variation of the same phrase;

"If you didn't want her to be a nomad, why did you marry me then?"

While Apinya happily learnt how to harness her Ki in-between harvesting rice and learning how to cook, her family began to fall on increasingly hard times. Rent became higher and their rice had to compete in a crowded market. Her father became worried that they would not be able to afford a higher education for her. Apinya worried if her family would even be able to afford basic things if this kept up. So, when she was barely 16, she decided to take her chances down south, in the fiery and bustling capital of Bangkok.

When Apinya was getting clobbered in a dingry, dark ring in a basement, she felt pissed. She hated losing. But at least getting paid to get clobbered made it slightly worth it, and even though she was paid a pittance, she felt that even the paltry sums she was mailing home made it worth it. Apinya spent 2 years in Bangkok, that beacon of nomad culture in an otherwise unfriendly region, living in a crowded tenement and eating awful food that made her miss home. It was necessary though, putting aside just a little each month so she could eventually afford her prize.

A one-way flight to Brazil.

A martial arts tournament. All eyes on some of the greatest and the best. Attention and money that she desperately craved. No, she tried to tell herself, she won't be like those greedy show-offs. She'll be sure to send the lion's share back to her family, she kept saying to herself like a mantra. But by god, the prestige. The sheer prestige of that carnival. It beckoned to her. Everything could change, everything!

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"I can't fly, I can't throw fireballs, I can't bend reality to my will. But I can kick, and that's enough!"
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

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Apinya practices Muay Thai, a very common martial art practiced by Thai Nomads. She frequently uses her elbows, shins and knees to fight off her opponents. She lacks the raw power that other Thai nomads possess, so she uses speed and dodging to try and evade attacks while getting quick strikes in. Unfortunately for her, her attacks lack much weight behind them, so she'll eventually lose the battle of attrition. One good slam tends to send her sprawling to the floor.

That's why she's been trying her best to internalize her mother's old lessons regarding Ki. Ki is her ticket, her way of covering for her weaknesses and sharpening her strengths. A way to add that strength to turn a simple move into the catalyst for victory. She just needs training, time, sweat and hopefully someone to yell at her that she's doing it all wrong, that her pose and her moves are all shit, and to show her what it truly means to be a Nomad.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"That was a lucky hit, you litt-unhf!"
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■ [Like a Leaf in a Storm]

[Apinya's greatest legitimate asset is a small frame and speed. A knack for dodging punches and quick footwork have allowed her to eek out wins at best, and gave her opponents a major annoyance at worst. Her posture and stances could be refined, but when she puts her heart into it, missing a deadly blow outright is better than enduring one.]

■ [A Snake in the Grass]

[Apinya throws a series of swift jabs. It's not going to hurt, not at all, but that's not the point. Her jabs are feints, mere distractions that are followed up by even more disorienting jabs or moves that do the actual blows.]

■ [The Bird snatches its Prey]

[An unpretentious uppercut. There's some finesse needed to make up for Apinya's below-average strength, but at the end of the day it's a fist to the jaw, one that hopefully ruins someone else's day and not hers.]

■ [The KICK]

[Apinya's bread and butter. Years of training have made her very comfortable with using her knees and legs to deliver painful blows to her opponents, and while one kick alone won't win her a fight, the dozens she does will.]

■ [The Water Buffalo]

[This would be a super move if it had any mystical, otherworldly quality to it. But it's the closest she has. A powerful roundhouse kick, uncharacteristic of her tendency to be swift and quick. Using all her energy and will, she has made this move either a mistake that opened her up to a brutal counter, or her finishing move that wowed audiences.]

SUPER MOVES

"I'm not some superhero, what the hell is a super move?"
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■ [To be determined.]

[Until she harnesses her Ki and hones her skill, she lacks any real super moves.]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Does death count as a weakness? And pain? Especially the later, fuck me...."
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For many nomads, they may carry distinct weaknesses, but at least that comes with a developed, deeply personal style. Years of experience too. This is where Apinya lags behind, a newcomer to the world of nomads. Her style differs little from regular Muay Thai, and she wouldn't even be the best at the regular marital art. Add in her underdeveloped usage of Ki, and you have a fresh Nomad who's not very good at being a Nomad. She needs way more time in the oven that is the wider world before she becomes the stuff of even minor legend.

OTHER

"Maybe one day things will be better. Comfortable. Not today though. Today I'm just going to kick your ass."
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Did you know that Apinya is the latest in a long line of legendary badass Thai warriors?

Of course not, because that last line was complete nonsense. In fact, the art of being a Nomad only started with her mum. If she wants to make a name for herself, she'll have to earn it the hard way.

Art was drawn by me.

In The Guard Now (Warhammer 40K)

I really do like the vibe behind this. Starting near the end of training rather than running straight into the meat of combat allows us to actually focus on our personalities and what we feel about the Guard/ourselves without actual combat colouring everything.

DO you have any thoughts about the aesthetics of the regiment? Vanilla cadians, something more exotic, or leaving it to the potential players to decide?

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

Heya! So I'm with @Megsychan and @KaiserElectric and I've interested in dipping my toes into this. I'm not really a superhero kinda gal but I'm interested in trying to get out of my comfort zone.

Was kinda thinking of either Ms Marvel/Kamala Khan or Nadia van Dyne/The Wasp. First option for one of the few characters I've actually read before, and the other because I think their design/powers are super cool!

I'm also interested in drawing em when I find the time.

WH40k: Warspite - An Astra Militarum Adventure [Currently Full]

Name: Svetlana Nedaivoda

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Rank: Junior Lieutenant/ Sergeant (whichever works better)

Former Regiment(s): Vostroyan Firstborn The best regiment

Role: Sponsons preferably, but can be a Gunner easily

Personal Demeanour: Svetlana is a rough, brash and somewhat foul-mouthed. Sounds obnoxious to deal with, except that she tends to be steadfastly loyal to anyone in her squad. A proud member of the Vosyroyan firstborn, she genuinely wants to live up to the regiment's vaunted reputation. She personally worships the Omnissiah almost as much, if not more, than the Emperor, which has caused a undeniable amount of friction when combined with her loud attitude.

Description: Svetlana has dark brown hair, pale skin and a well-built, athletic body. Although she has tired, blackened eyes, she tends to be smiling most of the time. She is typically seen wearing her regimental red longcoat, adorned with brass flak armour. Despite her attempts to maintain and wash them, the scars of some battle can be seen, although nowhere to the extent of some veterans.

Service Record (History):
"You wanna know about me, chevek? Ha, there's better stories from Dmitri and Polina over there, Dmitri once wrestled off a khekking Termagant with his bare hands! No, really. What's with that look? Do you not belie-oh. Ack, you really want to know about me then? Gah, I think I have some time then! Come on, sit there. Yeah, that stool, Comrade.

I was born on Vostroya proper. Not some pleasure world no, giant manufactorums that stretch past the horizon and pierce the clouds. Smog can choke some off-worlder in seconds. That's how we can tell if you're one! I was only child. Starting working for the Omnissiah when I was 5, a bit late than most. Luckily my laziness was beaten away in those forges. See these? These muscles. Yeah, earned 'em pushing carts filled with rocks or working from dusk till next dusk! I did good work there. But I had my duty. I was an oldest child of Vostroya. My papa told me that the weapons I made yesterday would be the ones I yield tomorrow. Me? Oh hell yeah, I could not be happier. Yes, I did good work, but taking the fight to the zadnik scum that threaten us? The khekking heretics? I'll make the difference!

Got in when I was 15. Been in the Guard ever since. Got my first blood against some traitorous fucks, had to siege down the cowards on some wintery hel-hole. But the Tyranid invasion of Crudri VI? Lost many of my friends there to the khekking bugs, but I earned my dignity there. Made me gunner of squad, then sarge years later. You know what it's like being in the Guard, stranger? It means using your God-Emperor given body to do something with yourself! I've mowed down my fair-share of zadnik filth, but how about you? Oh? You have? What? The Sabbat worlds crusade!? Omnissiah, I...I should buy you a drink then, Comrade!"

Equipment and Armament: She'll tell you her fur bearskin cap is essential. That if she loses it she'll rather die than return to base. In more likelihood, her rebreather helps her in toxic, dangerous environments. She's also equipped with more than a few grenades, mostly frag, but maybe a Krak on a quartermaster's good day (which doesn't happen often). Her most unique equipment is an ancient Hotshot-Lasgun, a heirloom passed down from her ancestors in the Firstborn. Heirloom weapons are a deeply cherished tradition in the Firstborn, and Svetlana's family has long been known for their grenadiers and heavy gunners. It's covered in ancient wood and ornamental brass, as much a work of art as it is a weapon of war. Losing it would be a taboo of the highest order, in all seriousness. The Gun has been around longer than several generations.

Miscellaneous:

WH40k: Warspite - An Astra Militarum Adventure [Currently Full]

Should have mentioned this earlier but I've sent my sheet yesterday for proofreading!

WH40k: Warspite - An Astra Militarum Adventure [Currently Full]

Heya, I'm a wannabe artist and a semi-expereinced roleplayer. I haven't found an RP in a while that stood out to me and this entire conceit is really, really interesting! Should I make a sheet/draw my potential character to express interest or are you preferring to curate players first?

Nomadic Odyssey: EX Fallen Virtue [Invite Only]

Apinya "Apsara" Sichantha

"I don't need to win. I just need to show I had the balls to do it in the first place."

"...Wait, why do you need to know my weight? Is this some sort of doctor's checkup?" _____________________________________________________ NAME: Apinya Sichantha _______________________________________________ EPITHET: "Apsara" _______________________________________________ AGE: 22 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: She/Her _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 158cm _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 73kg _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Thai _______________________________________________ LIKES: Apinya loves spicy food; Gaeng Keow Wan (Green curry) and Mango curry are her personal favourites. At the end of the day though, any dish with a kick will please her. She's not unfamiliar with western food, although her experiences with that were limited to fast food. Apinya technically is interested in travel, but so far she's only travelled to America. We all have to start somewhere? Apinya loves martial arts. Why did I need to tell you this? _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: She keeps her dislikes close to her heart, preferring not to share them. But if you have to know one of them...uh, dairy?

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OVERVIEW

"Sometimes I miss my home. But sometimes I remember how much I hated waking up there, or how much I hated getting booed. Then I remember the warm meals, my mother's smile. It jumps back and forth all the time. If my brain's trying to tell me something, I think it's just as confused as I am."
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APPEARANCE

"Don't worry, only some of that's my blood."
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Apinya is a bit of a rough specimen, preferring to keep her hair uncombed and her fashion plain. Although shorter than the average nomad, Apinya hardly feels like this matters. Although most of her fellow Thai nomads go around bare-chested or with sport bras, she sports a plain singlet most of the time.

One of her striking features are the tattoos she has engraved on both her arms, a striking mix of reds of all shades. When Ki energy flows through her, her tattoos glow with an iridescent light! Apinya can also be seen spotting a sweet-smelling frangipani in her hair, occasionally.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Honestly, I don't know if I could live a cushy life. Too bland. Even a shitty meal feels great after you had to earn it going toe-to-toe with a man who had crystals for fists."
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Apinya hates losing. She loses a lot though, her family has fallen on hard times, plus she's getting her face and body kicked in almost every week. It's a fact of life for her. Yet she's far from willing to give up, nor blame others. She knows exactly why she's getting pounded to the floor in the arena; herself.

Although she's technically focused on trying to become a half-competent Nomad, in actuality she does have a life outside the ring; although not one for big parties, she keeps a small but strong circle of friends and friendly rivalries that have helped her feel less alone in the claustrophobic streets of Bangkok. She can be found sewing on her dusty mattress on the times of the day when she isn't working out, and she tries her best to maintain her cooking skills despite her tight budget.

For Apinya, she thinks that if you're struggling, you're heading in the right direction. She could have just stayed behind in her village and let the chips fall where they may, but then what? If life finally slams down hard on her family, what could she have done? At least now she can have a choice, and maybe even make a small name for herself. If she can give her family and herself a solid life, it'll make all the black eyes and coughed-up blood worth it.

BACKSTORY

"Mum's food was best. Even Gold City's best isn't the same."
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Apinya was born in a region with a tumultuous relationship with Nomads. While Ki warriors were once commonplace in ancient times, decades of colonial suppression and later government paranoia pushed Nomads to the fringes of society in the region. In countries like Vietnam, Ki usage is tied strictly to the armed forces, the concept of independent nomads remaining illegal to this day. Singapore outright prohibits all Ki usage; out of sight, out of mind. But while all the nations have Nomads in the fringes, Thailand remains a peculiar outlier. While technically strictly controlled, Ki suppression is hardly enforced. In fact, so long as Nomads do not engage in explicitly anti-government activities, the Thai government is simply too swamped or too uncaring to really meddle with Nomads.

As such, Apinya was born in a nation with a rich Nomadic culture (by the region's standards), with other Southeast Asian nomads moving over to pursue their arts unfettered by agencies and laws. While most do not engage in public battles in the middle of Bangkok, out of fear of accidently forcing the police to do something for once, many engage in fighting rings held in dark basements or at the edges of the countryside.

Born in a village far from the capital, Apinya was daughter to a local Nomad, famed for engaging in friendly tournaments with neighbouring villages. Apinya was enamored with her mother's feats as a kid, although her dotting father was worried about her daughter getting such a dangerous world. Her mother's reply was always a variation of the same phrase;

"If you didn't want her to be a nomad, why did you marry me then?"

While Apinya happily learnt how to harness her Ki in-between harvesting rice and learning how to cook, her family began to fall on increasingly hard times. Rent became higher and their rice had to compete in a crowded market. Her father became worried that they would not be able to afford a higher education for her. Apinya worried if her family would even be able to afford basic things if this kept up.

When Apinya was getting clobbered in a dingry, dark ring, in a basement in the heart of Bangkok, she felt pissed. She hated losing. But at least getting paid to get clobbered made it slightly worth it, and even though she was paid a pittance, she felt that even the paltry sums she was mailing home made it worth it. Apinya spent 2 years in Bangkok, living in a crowded tenement and eating awful food that made her miss home. It was necessary though, putting aside just a little each month so she could eventually afford her prize.

A one-way flight to Gold City.

Now *that's* where she'll make it big. Once she sends back a bag full of prize money back home from the States, it'll all be worth it.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"I can't fly, I can't throw fireballs, I can't bend reality to my will. I can kick though! Not well, but that's besides the point."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Ouch."
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Apinya practices Muay Thai, a very common martial art practiced by Thai Nomads. She frequently uses her elbows, shins and knees to fight off her opponents. She lacks the raw power that other Thai nomads possess, so she uses speed and dodging to try and evade attacks while getting quick strikes in. Unfortunately for her, her attacks lack much weight behind them, so she'll eventually lose the battle of attrition. One good slam tends to send her sprawling to the floor.

While she has been able to harness her Ki, so far she is unable to harness them in a way that really elevates her style. Sure, they make her quicker and light on her feet, but not much else. When her opponents can sometimes throw balls of pure Ki energy at her, what can she really do?

SIGNATURE MOVES

"-Owie."
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■ The Pangolin

Apinya's desperation move. She attempts to deflect an incoming attack, following it up with a swift counterattack. That's the theory at least. Most of the time, she only ends up deflecting powerful attacks one after the other, with no hope of even reversing her situation.

■ The Sun Bear

Apinya's clinching maneuver, where she attempts to gain a grappling hold on her enemy. Unfortunately, she lacks the raw strength to really do much to that same opponent. In fact, she normally finds herself clinging on for dear life when her opponents begin violently trying to shake her off.

■ The King Cobra

Apinya's ol' reliable, which involves jabbing with her elbows. Not very painful, but a great distraction.

■ The Elephant

Apinya's favourite maneuver, which involves a power strike into the opponents belly/weak point with her knees. The only move in her arsenal with actual amounts of pain behind it, she could wipe the floor against normal opponents with this move alone.

Unfortunately for her, Nomads are not normal people.

SUPER MOVES

"...can you repeat that? What do you mean by-"
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■ "A super what?"

"A super move? What am I, a superhero? Is this some kind of joke?"

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Does dying count as a weakness?"
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For many nomads, they may carry distinct weaknesses, but at least that comes with a developed, deeply personal style. Years of experience too. This is where Apinya lags behind, a newcomer to the world of nomads. Her style differs little from regular Muay Thai, and she wouldn't even be the best at the regular marital art. Add in her underdeveloped usage of Ki, and you have a fresh Nomad who's not very good at being a Nomad.

Her own attitude doesn't help, thinking that she is destined to never really be a true champion, that she'll mostly scrape at doing the best she can and work with what she's got. This unfortunately serves as a self-fulfilling cycle.

OTHER

"Maybe I should try actually punching for once.

...nah."
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Did you know that Apinya is the latest in a long line of legendary badass Thai warriors?

Of course not, because that last line was complete nonsense. In fact, the art of being a Nomad only started with her mum. If she wants to make a name for herself, she'll have to earn it the hard way.

Art was drawn by me.

Nomadic Odyssey: EX Fallen Virtue [Invite Only]

Apinya "Apsara" Sichantha

"I don't need to win. I just need to show I had the balls to do it in the first place."

"...Wait, why do you need to know my weight? Is this some sort of doctor's checkup?" _____________________________________________________ NAME: Apinya Sichantha _______________________________________________ EPITHET: "Apsara" _______________________________________________ AGE: 22 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: She/Her _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 158cm _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 73kg _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Thai _______________________________________________ LIKES: Apinya loves spicy food; Gaeng Keow Wan (Green curry) and Mango curry are her personal favourites. At the end of the day though, any dish with a kick will please her. She's not unfamiliar with western food, although her experiences with that were limited to fast food. Apinya technically is interested in travel, but so far she's only travelled to America. We all have to start somewhere? Apinya loves martial arts. Why did I need to tell you this? _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: She keeps her dislikes close to her heart, preferring not to share them. But if you have to know one of them...uh, dairy?

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OVERVIEW

"Sometimes I miss my home. But sometimes I remember how much I hated waking up there, or how much I hated getting booed. Then I remember the warm meals, my mother's smile. It jumps back and forth all the time. If my brain's trying to tell me something, I think it's just as confused as I am."
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APPEARANCE

"Don't worry, only some of that's my blood."
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Apinya is a bit of a rough specimen, preferring to keep her hair uncombed and her fashion plain. Although shorter than the average nomad, Apinya hardly feels like this matters. Although most of her fellow Thai nomads go around bare-chested or with sport bras, she sports a plain singlet most of the time.

One of her striking features are the tattoos she has engraved on both her arms, a striking mix of reds of all shades. When Ki energy flows through her, her tattoos glow with an iridescent light! Apinya can also be seen spotting a sweet-smelling frangipani in her hair, occasionally.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Honestly, I don't know if I could live a cushy life. Too bland. Even a shitty meal feels great after you had to earn it going toe-to-toe with a man who had crystals for fists."
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Apinya hates losing. She loses a lot though, her family has fallen on hard times, plus she's getting her face and body kicked in almost every week. It's a fact of life for her. Yet she's far from willing to give up, nor blame others. She knows exactly why she's getting pounded to the floor in the arena; herself.

Although she's technically focused on trying to become a half-competent Nomad, in actuality she does have a life outside the ring; although not one for big parties, she keeps a small but strong circle of friends and friendly rivalries that have helped her feel less alone in the claustrophobic streets of Bangkok. She can be found sewing on her dusty mattress on the times of the day when she isn't working out, and she tries her best to maintain her cooking skills despite her tight budget.

For Apinya, she thinks that if you're struggling, you're heading in the right direction. She could have just stayed behind in her village and let the chips fall where they may, but then what? If life finally slams down hard on her family, what could she have done? At least now she can have a choice, and maybe even make a small name for herself. If she can give her family and herself a solid life, it'll make all the black eyes and coughed-up blood worth it.

BACKSTORY

"Mum's food was best. Even Gold City's best isn't the same."
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Apinya was born in a region with a tumultuous relationship with Nomads. While Ki warriors were once commonplace in ancient times, decades of colonial suppression and later government paranoia pushed Nomads to the fringes of society in the region. In countries like Vietnam, Ki usage is tied strictly to the armed forces, the concept of independent nomads remaining illegal to this day. Singapore outright prohibits all Ki usage; out of sight, out of mind. But while all the nations have Nomads in the fringes, Thailand remains a peculiar outlier. While technically strictly controlled, Ki suppression is hardly enforced. In fact, so long as Nomads do not engage in explicitly anti-government activities, the Thai government is simply too swamped or too uncaring to really meddle with Nomads.

As such, Apinya was born in a nation with a rich Nomadic culture (by the region's standards), with other Southeast Asian nomads moving over to pursue their arts unfettered by agencies and laws. While most do not engage in public battles in the middle of Bangkok, out of fear of accidently forcing the police to do something for once, many engage in fighting rings held in dark basements or at the edges of the countryside.

Born in a village far from the capital, Apinya was daughter to a local Nomad, famed for engaging in friendly tournaments with neighbouring villages. Apinya was enamored with her mother's feats as a kid, although her dotting father was worried about her daughter getting such a dangerous world. Her mother's reply was always a variation of the same phrase;

"If you didn't want her to be a nomad, why did you marry me then?"

While Apinya happily learnt how to harness her Ki in-between harvesting rice and learning how to cook, her family began to fall on increasingly hard times. Rent became higher and their rice had to compete in a crowded market. Her father became worried that they would not be able to afford a higher education for her. Apinya worried if her family would even be able to afford basic things if this kept up.

When Apinya was getting clobbered in a dingry, dark ring, in a basement in the heart of Bangkok, she felt pissed. She hated losing. But at least getting paid to get clobbered made it slightly worth it, and even though she was paid a pittance, she felt that even the paltry sums she was mailing home made it worth it. Apinya spent 2 years in Bangkok, living in a crowded tenement and eating awful food that made her miss home. It was necessary though, putting aside just a little each month so she could eventually afford her prize.

A one-way flight to Gold City.

Now *that's* where she'll make it big. Once she sends back a bag full of prize money back home from the States, it'll all be worth it.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"I can't fly, I can't throw fireballs, I can't bend reality to my will. I can kick though! Not well, but that's besides the point."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Ouch."
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Apinya practices Muay Thai, a very common martial art practiced by Thai Nomads. She frequently uses her elbows, shins and knees to fight off her opponents. She lacks the raw power that other Thai nomads possess, so she uses speed and dodging to try and evade attacks while getting quick strikes in. Unfortunately for her, her attacks lack much weight behind them, so she'll eventually lose the battle of attrition. One good slam tends to send her sprawling to the floor.

While she has been able to harness her Ki, so far she is unable to harness them in a way that really elevates her style. Sure, they make her quicker and light on her feet, but not much else. When her opponents can sometimes throw balls of pure Ki energy at her, what can she really do?

SIGNATURE MOVES

"-Owie."
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■ The Pangolin

Apinya's desperation move. She attempts to deflect an incoming attack, following it up with a swift counterattack. That's the theory at least. Most of the time, she only ends up deflecting powerful attacks one after the other, with no hope of even reversing her situation.

■ The Sun Bear

Apinya's clinching maneuver, where she attempts to gain a grappling hold on her enemy. Unfortunately, she lacks the raw strength to really do much to that same opponent. In fact, she normally finds herself clinging on for dear life when her opponents begin violently trying to shake her off.

■ The King Cobra

Apinya's ol' reliable, which involves jabbing with her elbows. Not very painful, but a great distraction.

■ The Elephant

Apinya's favourite maneuver, which involves a power strike into the opponents belly/weak point with her knees. The only move in her arsenal with actual amounts of pain behind it, she could wipe the floor against normal opponents with this move alone.

Unfortunately for her, Nomads are not normal people.

SUPER MOVES

"...can you repeat that? What do you mean by-"
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■ "A super what?"

"A super move? What am I, a superhero? Is this some kind of joke?"

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Does dying count as a weakness?"
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For many nomads, they may carry distinct weaknesses, but at least that comes with a developed, deeply personal style. Years of experience too. This is where Apinya lags behind, a newcomer to the world of nomads. Her style differs little from regular Muay Thai, and she wouldn't even be the best at the regular marital art. Add in her underdeveloped usage of Ki, and you have a fresh Nomad who's not very good at being a Nomad.

Her own attitude doesn't help, thinking that she is destined to never really be a true champion, that she'll mostly scrape at doing the best she can and work with what she's got. This unfortunately serves as a self-fulfilling cycle.

OTHER

"Maybe I should try actually punching for once.

...nah."
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Did you know that Apinya is the latest in a long line of legendary badass Thai warriors?

Of course not, because that last line was complete nonsense. In fact, the art of being a Nomad only started with her mum. If she wants to make a name for herself, she'll have to earn it the hard way.

Art was drawn by me.