Caasicam

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I SWEAR IT WASNT ME I DIDNT DO IT.

OH GOD

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guys im scared rn.

why is everyone backing up

guys?

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

exams over, schedule is bit more free now. i'll work on finding a way to get val into things here tonight/tomorrow.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Val

Name

Ferocia Maximiana Furius Valentinianus

Age

21

Gender

Female

Race

Human

Appearance

Val

Personality

A brash, headstrong individual whose confidence tends to initially come erringly close to arrogance. While certainly capable, her confidence not at all misplaced, this may be abrasive for those unacquainted with her particular brand of gregariousness. Slow to trust, though even slower to break that trust once it has been gained. Enjoys embellishing stories perhaps too much, understandable dislikes discussing her family. She can, with great effort, tone down to a more appropriate level when the situation calls for it, but that doesn't mean she has to be happy about it. Prefers Val over her proper name.

Brief Backstory

The now eldest child of the nobleman Valeninianus, though it was not always the case. Val, or as she was born, Ferocia Maximiana Furius Valentinianus spent the majority of her childhood in the shadow of her twin brother, Cassius. This was not unexpected, as was natural for him to be the eventual heir to the land and people overseen by the Valeninianus name. Not for lack of trying on her part, it became abundantly clear very early on in her life that an eventual quiet life as half of a political marriage was going to be out of the picture, and convincing her otherwise more trouble than it was worth. While not ideal in the eyes of her parents, at the time it seemed like less of an issue given that Cassius was seen as the quintessential heir.

Val, to her credit, wasn't resentful of the attention that her brother received. Almost the opposite, as the twins were nearly inseparable well into their teens. Nothing was too difficult for them to overcome.

It was because of this that the misfortune that struck was so devastating, as Cassius fell suddenly and inexplicably ill. His passing only a few weeks later sent their father into a depressive, drunken spiral; and it shattered the picturesque life which Val had been living up until that point. From there on in, the Valentinianus keep suffered, and a rift was driven between the noble family. Val became not good enough, as her father fixated on the loss of his heir and not the loss of his son. This pushed Val away from her home, and into the larger world of Thaln. It was then that she managed to use what crumbling influence her father's name held to enter the ranks of the Knightly Iron Roses order, as much as a means to salvage the honor of her family's name as a way to prove her worth towards her father. It is in the service of this order that she has been for the past three years.

Equipment

Hasta- An ornate spear approximately two meters long. The haft is hardened ash, lacquered and reinforced with bars of metal, while the head is longer than average and flanked by a pair of spikes to be used to both guard and strike.

Gladius- Her late brother's sword, worn from use but still as sturdy as ever. Imbued with a degree of magical power, the blade as been known to strike with a thundercrack, though it requires a blow forceful enough to trigger such a spell.

Skills

While she may have been overshadowed by her brother, one step behind a prodigal warrior is still far beyond what many could claim. During her time in the Iron Roses her skill has only been honed. Well practiced with both her hasta, as well as her brother's gladius, Val's nearly obsessive desire to improve and prove her ability appears to have worked well in her favor. While lacking the technical flair of style that some may lay claim to, it is difficult to argue against the effectiveness of her more pragmatic approach. One which pairs well with her natural athleticism and love for combat.

Val is gifted in the use of magic, it being one of the few areas which she exceeded her sibling in terms of natural talent. Though not a mage, she was nonetheless tutored in the use of her ability by a Reonite paladin who was part of her father's court. While capable of channeling the divine fire of Reon through her weapon, her real aptitude fell in the realm of the concentrated fire of storms: casting bolts of crackling lightning.

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Oberth Reactors?

Volana's eyes darted across the sensor data which had been sent over to the Orbital team, following the blips of heat signatures lining up with changes in density from the subsurface readings. The image slowly resolved itself into something clearer; hard, distinct shapes coming into sharp focus. Though the sudden, sharp delineation between what was obviously natural erosion and buildup, and a hard, decidedly unnatural plane thirty meters down caught her attention.

Her mind raced. Not even an hour after having arrived on the surface and they had already found something more than just a planet that was alive. Something had lived here.

Someone.

And they wanted to dig it up. Volana glanced around, the rest of the ground team was currently in position around the perimeter, and she was the closest to the near-surface heat signature.

Just her luck.

<<Affirmative,>> Volana replied, a mix of trepidation and excitement bubbling up beneath the surface, though she did her best to keep it at bay. <<If uh, anything jumps out at me you will be sure I am clear before firing, yes?>>

That last part was to no one in particular, and she was only half-joking.

Volana advanced forward, the Aurora's heavy footfalls sinking the machine a few inches into the soft, sandy ground. She stopped just above the heat signature, the glow from her data-augmented view emanating from beneath her.

She let out a curse, and took a long breath.

While the Aurora wasn't exactly outfitted for digging of all things, it was still a twenty meter tall humanoid machine, and the mass of sand between her and the very artificial, very alien heat source below was no obstacle as she began to dig her way into the soil.

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oh god oh jeez oh man i aint digging up no alien reactors no goddamn

volana'll do it once i wake up

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as far as i can tell we're organized pretty much like spartans from halo, orbital pilot being recognized as both a position and a rank (officer or so?) aboard the ship, and we answer to the COO or the captain directly.

krayz is probably gonna correct me but that's how i've been operating so far.

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I'm not planning to rush anyone, but this is a general heads up that I'll spend some time working up the next progression post tomorrow. Won't necessarily go up tomorrow, but my schedule means I need to fit in the writing where I can.

@Krayzikk

give me power i'll run things fine for u.

nothing bad will happen no one will get hurt.

: )

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The cherry-red glow of high pressure atmosphere wreathed the edges of the ablative shield which Volana held before the Aurora, the streaks of flame which made it past the heatshield weaving their way across the contours of the Orbital's armor. Her panoramic view from the perspective of the Aurora darkened considerably to avoid being blown out from the glow from the plasma. It was a surprisingly smooth descent, all things considered. Not as effortless as reentry on one of the more airless moons she'd sortied on before, but not nearly as nerve-wracking as dropping back home was. Though she couldn't confirm, it was how she imagined it was like on Earth.

Well, nearly. Local gravity here was measurably different than Earth's own, if the small readout off to the left of her vision tracking her fall to the planet's surface was to be trusted. Volana could feel the vibration through her controls as the Aurora pushed through the increasingly thicker and thicker atmosphere, the deceleration as she bled off orbital velocity tugging at her feet. It took only minutes for the flames of reentry to disappear and she began to drop towards the LZ less as a ball of fire at a more sedate pace.

Kicking back on her ion drives, Volana coasted the rest of the way down, maintaining a respectable distance from the shuttle which they were escorting; close enough to keep tabs on it. She relaxed the stance of her Orbital somewhat, moving the heat shield to the side to get a clearer look at the surface of the planet.

Slowly, more and more detail from below resolved itself. Sensors, both her own and the data she was getting from the comm net augmented the visual with additional layers of information. It was dry. Dry and windy, the muted browns and tans reminding her almost of the surface of her home, albeit in a less pressure-cooking way.

500 meters...

400...

Volana counted down the seconds, matching the one displayed to her.

200...

100...

50.

Volana opened up the Aurora's thrusters, the high energy wash kicking up dust and dirt which hadn't already been whipped around by the wind.

Boots on the ground.

Volana allowed herself a brief moment. A feeling of content gratification that propagated from the shake she felt through the cockpit as the Aurora's metallic frame touched the surface of an alien world for the first time.

And then the moment passed.

Volana pulled the Orbital upright, discarding the now scorched heatshield off to the side, the hunk of metal dropping to the ground. She took a few tentative steps forward, clearing the area for the rest of the ground team and the shuttle, noting the slightly stronger gravity than she was used to.

<<Acknowledged Stojanović, thank you for the warning.>> She affirmed over the comms, just as her HUD began populating the immediate area with the regions of heat from the datalink with the Bedwyr. Cautiously, Volana pulled the Aurora's rifle from its stowed position on the mech's back, holding it at a low ready as she looked over the area.

<<LZ is clear from down here. Not anything but wind.>>

Just inside her visual range were bands of vegetation, what she would give to go check those out right now.

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<Snipped quote by Hawthorne>

We'll get there. Snow and Caasicam would both tear off an arm and beat me with the wet end if I let the game die before then.

@Krayzikk