Celsius

Project Griffin

I made a thing!
Hopefully I am not breaking any rules here

Nightingale

Codename: Nightingale

Country of Origin: Unknown
Class: Apothecary (Specializing in healing and scouting)

Bio:

Ever since the effort against Emergence Entity began in full a few years back, there has been rumours about a certain "saviour" on the battlefield. Like a ghost, he or she would appear when things goes sour for the Resistance, to heal and lead the injured to safety. Nobody knew who this person was, or where he or she comes from; just the fact that he or she will always be there to aid you in your time of crisis.

Perhaps it was all a ruse; a propaganda by Griffin to encourage people to join them. That it's OK to stand up and fight. They've got your back. But for all intend and purposes, this figure has transformed into a symbol of hope for those on the battlefield, and the appearance of the tattered garb and full mask was seen to bolster the troopers' morale significantly.

And this person? They call him (or her) 'Nightingale'.

Personality:

Nightingale is almost never seen interacting with others outside of missions. Like a ghost, he seemingly disappears after mission debriefing, only to reappear during the next mission. Even during mission, he kept communication with others minimal. This appears to be in very stark contrast with his almost excessive insistence on putting others' safety above his own.

Ever since the last failed mission in New Delhi though, it seemed that Nightingale has been a little bit more.. Chatty? No, that is not the right word, as he still barely say anything at all. What is he, a robot or something? And that voice distorter thing installed in his mask.. Man that thing makes him sound nothing like human..

Confidential Files regarding 'Nightingale':

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

Situation report of Mission Avalon.

Mission commenced on 12 February 2035, 2230.
Objective: Neutralization of key Xenos official in New Delhi, India

Mission Log:

• 2230: Successful landing confirmed.
• 2235: First encounter with Xenos patrol. Patrol group neutralized successfully.
• 2244: Another encounter with Xenos patrol. Detour to avoid detection advised.
• 2246: Strategic detour unsuccessful. Detection by Xenos forces confirmed. Entire compound is alerted of our presence.
• 2258: Land team overwhelmed. Emergency evac requested and approved.
• 2316: Griffin arrived at LZ. Nightingale deployed to support land team.
• 2320: Nightingale rendezvous with land team confirmed. Three injured and one death confirmed. Neutralization of pursuit Xenos unit confirmed. Emergency treatment of the injured commenced.
• 2335: Unit stabilized. Proceeding to LZ
• 2357: Land team arrived at LZ. Emergency extraction commenced.
• 2358: Xenos ambush. Threat neutralized, but Nightingale was shot and bleeding out. Emergency extraction successful.
• 13 February 2035
• 0000: Operation to stabilize Nightingale commenced.
• 0017: Cardiac arrest reported. Subject Nightingale status critical.
• 0021: Subject Nightingale declared clinically dead.
• 0022: Following protocol SV101, new Nightingale will be assigned. Refer to Dossier N-76 for personal information of new Nightingale

Dossier N-76:

• Full Name: Hikari Kajiura
• Gender: Female
• Age: 21
• Country of Origin: Japan
• Family: No surviving individual known
• Mental conditioning status: Complete. Subject's sense of pain has been numbed, and fear response dulled. Compliance to suggestions nominal.
• Prior Medical Training: Yes. Subject is trained in anaesthesy and field surgery.
• Prior Combat Training: Per Nightingale initiative, subject is trained in usage of SMG and combat knife.
• Things of Note: Due to subject's relative young age, effect of mental conditioning might be compromised. Assignment to experienced squad leader is advised.

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Click on the attached picture to reveal an actual picture of the character

Knights vs Dragons

Personally I don't mind toning down my CS. I started out being underpowered too anyway, so I will just revert to that ^^;

OR

I can make my character younger, and while she still have powerful mana, her ability is not fully developed, and she will have trouble controlling her power etc, and get her to improve over time.

OR

I keep the character the way it is, but make her inexperience a rather major issue and potential character development point.

PS.
I made my characters 25 years old because average human life span is 120 years (my rudimentary calculations put her to the equivalent of 16-17 years old teenagers of our world) because my intent is for her to be a naive teenager in her rebellious phase. How do the people of this RP age and mature anyway? Should I reduce her age after all?

Knights vs Dragons

WIP
Hope I didn't go overboard with the equipment and skills

Hider

Maria Mercer

"If you think I'm just another pretty face. Boy, I will make your face 'prettier' than mine!"

Characteristics:

• Date of Birth: 21 June 3125
• Hair color: Ash
• Eye color: Pale Blue
• Skin color: Fair complexion
• Species: Human

Possessions:

• Weapons:
  
  • A long sword with wind enchantment - Sylph
  • A short sword with ice enchantment - Wisp
• Armor: Hardened leather armor with metal plating
• Currency: (to be discussed)
• Pets: None
• Territory: Her parents own a small land in Southern Drakengard, and her grandparents from the mother's side has some connection to the central Government of the Kingdom.
• Trinkets: Ring of Strength, Boots of Wind Walking
• Relationships: Daughter of a minor noble that raises to power in recent history. Her father is a decorated knight that's granted a land for his service, and her mother is a part of old noble lineage.

Skills & Abilities:

Being the only heir of a decorated war hero, Maria's upbringing is not at all like that of a lady. While others trained on table manners, she was trained to swing a sword. Where others dance in ballrooms, she danced on the battlefield. As a result, Maria is a girl in appearance only. Everything else was that of a young, aspiring Knight-to-be. Swordsmanship? Check. Hand-to-hand combat? Check. Basic tracking and reconnaissance skill? Check. Archery? Well, this part is not her forte. But that's where the magic sword comes! Right? Right?

However, Maria's true worth in combat lies in her compatibility with magical artifacts. Even she herself is not sure how she do it, but magical weapons and other trinkets seemed to have greater effects on her. Sometimes, the effect became so amplified, that the items themselves break.

So far, only four items seemed to be keeping up with her: her two swords, a ring of strength enchantment that's passed down from her father, and a boots of air walking that she received from her grandfather as a present for her passing the Knight acceptance test but before she left that position and become a mercenary instead. Ey, he doesn't need to know that!

Feats:

• With the Sword of Wind "Sylph" - Maria is capable of creating wind blades with her every slash. The size and reach of such strikes are determined by how much magic Maria pours into the swing. She once mowed a horde of ten goblins and their mounts with a single swing, armor and all.
• With sword of Ice "Wisp" - By pouring magical energy to the blade, the blade will create offshoots of itself that can be shot like bullets towards a certain direction by swinging the main blade. Upon impact, the ice blades will freeze its target, at least until the magic runs out. Maria is capable of creating a maximum of 9 offshoots at a time.
• With Ring of Power - Body strengthening, pure and simple. Despite her small stature, when she focuses her magic towards the ring, Maria gains the muscle strength of a bear.
• With Boots of Wind Walking - Maria can concentrate winds under her feet to give boost to her jumping power. She could also pour magic to create invisible platforms underneath her to perform double jumps, and theoretically infinite jumps to change direction mid-air, but since this requires a great amount of focus to use, Maria maxes out on triple jumps.

Blurb:

Everyday parents told their child the stories of heroes. They come from humble beginnings, living everyday earnestly, doing whatever they are doing the best they can. Then, one day something fateful happened to them. A fairy blessed them with magic, a dragon abducts them, or they pulled a sword from a rock and gains mythical powers. Things like that.

Then they went on arduous journey, saving countries, making new friends, subjugate villains and bring countries together. They slay evil of all kinds, save damsels in distresses, and end up saving the world. They proceed to become protectors and/or leaders of their countries, and rules long and strong.

I guess it is a way to teach children to live earnestly. To do what they are told to do with their best. To encourage them that no matter who they are, what they are, they can become somebody as long as they do good. Not a bad way to manipulate kids, really.

But to be an actual child of an actual hero? Do you know how stressful that can be? People expect you to be some kind of God, I tell you. They expect you to be stronger than anybody else. To have knowledge that put savants into shame. To have the heart of a saint. To always act and behave like a Paragon of Virtue, yada yada yada.

Well, I say to hell with that!

In the first place, do you know what a hero does for the most of the time? He dwells in politics with the nobles, that's what he does. He goes out on monster subjugation from time to time, yes, but for most of the time, he parleys with the men and women of Court, most of which cares more about their fame and wealth above all else. All in the name of vague concepts such as 'Greater Good'. Some heroic stuffs there, yeah?

That kind of life is just not for me. After all, I am my own person. Not 'Favourite Daughter of Gillard the Hero'. Nor am I the 'Sole heir of House Mercer'. I am not coming back, and that is final! If you have problem with that.. Go throw yourselves off a cliff somewhere, I guess. It will be less painful for you that way.

@Celsius

One rebel kid of a Lord Knight up for review~
I kinda hammed her entire skill set to bring it up to class
Please tell me if I went overboard

Project Griffin

Claiming the apothecary \o/

WIP

Codename: Nightingale

Country of Origin: French
Class: Apothecary

Bio:

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Horror is our Home (ACCEPTING/NEEDS PLAYERS)

Sure, was hoping this thing is going to revive too XD

Knights vs Dragons

WIP
Hope I didn't go overboard with the equipment and skills

Hider

Maria Mercer

"If you think I'm just another pretty face. Boy, I will make your face 'prettier' than mine!"

Characteristics:

• Date of Birth: 21 June 3125
• Hair color: Ash
• Eye color: Pale Blue
• Skin color: Fair complexion
• Species: Human

Possessions:

• Weapons:
  
  • A long sword with wind enchantment - Sylph
  • A short sword with ice enchantment - Wisp
• Armor: Hardened leather armor with metal plating
• Currency: (to be discussed)
• Pets: None
• Territory: Her parents own a small land in Southern Drakengard, and her grandparents from the mother's side has some connection to the central Government of the Kingdom.
• Trinkets: Ring of Strength, Boots of Wind Walking
• Relationships: Daughter of a minor noble that raises to power in recent history. Her father is a decorated knight that's granted a land for his service, and her mother is a part of old noble lineage.

Skills & Abilities:

Being the only heir of a decorated war hero, Maria's upbringing is not at all like that of a lady. While others trained on table manners, she was trained to swing a sword. Where others dance in ballrooms, she danced on the battlefield. As a result, Maria is a girl in appearance only. Everything else was that of a young, aspiring Knight-to-be. Swordsmanship? Check. Hand-to-hand combat? Check. Basic tracking and reconnaissance skill? Check. Archery? Well, this part is not her forte. But that's where the magic sword comes! Right? Right?

However, Maria's true worth in combat lies in her compatibility with magical artifacts. Even she herself is not sure how she do it, but magical weapons and other trinkets seemed to have greater effects on her. Sometimes, the effect became so amplified, that the items themselves break.

So far, only four items seemed to be keeping up with her: her two swords, a ring of strength enchantment that's passed down from her father, and a boots of air walking that she received from her grandfather as a present for her passing the Knight acceptance test but before she left that position and become a mercenary instead. Ey, he doesn't need to know that!

Feats:

• With the Sword of Wind "Sylph" - Maria is capable of creating wind blades with her every slash. The size and reach of such strikes are determined by how much magic Maria pours into the swing. She once mowed a horde of ten goblins and their mounts with a single swing, armor and all.
• With sword of Ice "Wisp" - By pouring magical energy to the blade, the blade will create offshoots of itself that can be shot like bullets towards a certain direction by swinging the main blade. Upon impact, the ice blades will freeze its target, at least until the magic runs out. Maria is capable of creating a maximum of 9 offshoots at a time.
• With Ring of Power - Body strengthening, pure and simple. Despite her small stature, when she focuses her magic towards the ring, Maria gains the muscle strength of a bear.
• With Boots of Wind Walking - Maria can concentrate winds under her feet to give boost to her jumping power. She could also pour magic to create invisible platforms underneath her to perform double jumps, and theoretically infinite jumps to change direction mid-air, but since this requires a great amount of focus to use, Maria maxes out on triple jumps.

Blurb:

Everyday parents told their child the stories of heroes. They come from humble beginnings, living everyday earnestly, doing whatever they are doing the best they can. Then, one day something fateful happened to them. A fairy blessed them with magic, a dragon abducts them, or they pulled a sword from a rock and gains mythical powers. Things like that.

Then they went on arduous journey, saving countries, making new friends, subjugate villains and bring countries together. They slay evil of all kinds, save damsels in distresses, and end up saving the world. They proceed to become protectors and/or leaders of their countries, and rules long and strong.

I guess it is a way to teach children to live earnestly. To do what they are told to do with their best. To encourage them that no matter who they are, what they are, they can become somebody as long as they do good. Not a bad way to manipulate kids, really.

But to be an actual child of an actual hero? Do you know how stressful that can be? People expect you to be some kind of God, I tell you. They expect you to be stronger than anybody else. To have knowledge that put savants into shame. To have the heart of a saint. To always act and behave like a Paragon of Virtue, yada yada yada.

Well, I say to hell with that!

In the first place, do you know what a hero does for the most of the time? He dwells in politics with the nobles, that's what he does. He goes out on monster subjugation from time to time, yes, but for most of the time, he parleys with the men and women of Court, most of which cares more about their fame and wealth above all else. All in the name of vague concepts such as 'Greater Good'. Some heroic stuffs there, yeah?

That kind of life is just not for me. After all, I am my own person. Not 'Favourite Daughter of Gillard the Hero'. Nor am I the 'Sole heir of House Mercer'. I am not coming back, and that is final! If you have problem with that.. Go throw yourselves off a cliff somewhere, I guess. It will be less painful for you that way.

Brave Volunteers Required! Defend Earth from the extraterrestrial threat!

Ooo ranger, one of my favourite mod class in xcom 2
With the snapshot ability, they are deadly indeed XD

I will get a CS up this weekend, or die trying

Brave Volunteers Required! Defend Earth from the extraterrestrial threat!

I am interested
The apothecary class seems interesting

Do I need to have any previous knowledge of XCOM lore to join?
And as I understand it, 1 post per week is acceptable?

Knights vs Dragons

Yes I am, still considering why archetype I want to play as though

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Sarah & John

In collaboration with @Legion02

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Sarah almost told Dale to keep that arrow nocked. She still didn’t trust the shadowy figure. It could all be a trap still. The man could’ve used the silence to draw them in. Then that fool of a priest announced the princess with the glories worthy of a throne room. They were standing in a ruined church though. “Be quiet you pompous fool!” Sarah screamed out as she drew her blade and pushed it against Father Wyn’s neck. “Any witch’s spy could’ve heard that!” Her eyes were wildly looking at her surroundings now. Looking for strange birds or the glowing eyes of a night crawling cat.

Something feels very off with the party he’s facing. First, they accused him of being the one responsible for the whole mess. This part, John can understand. What he didn’t get, was that they then proceed to leave him alone for a few precious seconds. Excessive, you might say, but in the face of a supposed warlock with the ability to lay waste to a village overnight, ten seconds of uninterrupted silence are enough to get you killed, experienced hunter or not.

Worse still, the little girl in their party cluelessly approached him without taking precautions. And the two grown up men actually allowed her to. Then she spewed some naive bullshit about him being not suspicious at all because he kept his silence, and the archer of the group let his guard down. A few exchange of words later, and the priest-like figure of the group announced that the little girl is indeed, a princess. Not something you want to say to a potential enemy, really.

Well, enough is enough.

“That lady with silver hair is right, you know,” John finally broke his silence. “No self-respecting bodyguard would out their master needlessly like you do.”

Finally having the group’s undivided attention to him, he used the opportunity to dish out the so-called “honesty” the group demanded.

“You’re an idiot,” said John to the priest, whose pride made him blurt out vital information to the face of potential threat.

“You’re a shameless glory hunter,” he continued while pointing towards the archer, who blindly followed the order of a girl who clearly had no on-site hunting experience, despite looking like a seasoned veteran himself.

“You’re way too trusting to be leading men to witch hunts, milady,” he then said to the oncoming princess as he lowered his face closer to hers, as if to inspect the face of someone who could very well doom her party to untimely death due to her naivete.

“And you,” he then raised his gaze towards Sarah, “has clearly demonstrated how uncoordinated this party is. How does it feel to be the only person trying to keep everybody alive?”

He talked far too much. Sarah took the blade off the priest’s neck. No, she wasn’t convinced he was anything less than an utter fool but he could hardly swallow his words again. As for the stranger in the church, if he was a warlock he was a surprisingly chatty one. Though the fact he had some common sense elevated him above the rest of this increasingly shabby looking band of witch hunters. She was about to answer the stranger’s question though got annoyed at the belling tolling above them more and more. Then Tallia warning came. Sarah had just looked up to see what was making the heavy bell ring so much when it was coming down. Just in time, she could jump out of its way.

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The little spider clung to her new home with all her might. Unable to hear voices as a human do, she could feel the air vibrating ominously overhead. A tremor that grew closer and more intense with every reverberation, as if to swallow her world whole.

Thankfully her landowner was swift enough to avoid the falling mass of brass before they both get swatted to death. A few rolls later, she landed square on her foot, without as much as a cut or a bruise.

The other guy though, the one the Voice commanded to never take her eyes off of, did not seem to be as fortunate. As the bell fall, the little spider saw him pushed the other,smaller girl out of harm’s way and into the white-robed guy's arms. Then, his visage was obscured by the bell, the flying debris, and erupting dust.

What a mess. If he died, the Voice would be very. VERY. upset.

Speaking of the Voice.. Had she always been this.. Silent?

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As Tallia and Tera were talking through the rubble of the bell, Sarah walked up to it and knocked on its sides. “For whom the bell tolls.” she said with a small laugh. She felt rather surprised that she jumped.

“Oy. Tone it down will you?” a voice rung in answer to her messing with the bell. The owner of the voice? A rather shaken suspicious possibly-a-warlock guy from before. Apparently he had rolled away from the bell, and straight to a rock-solid pew on the other side of the church. He hurried to his feet after declaring that he's still there and very much alive, but a single glance is all it takes to see that he's not in as pristine a condition as the others are. Not as high and mighty as his speech now, is he?

Sarah was about to tell the man she wasn’t talking about him but then the bone chilling scream echoed through the village. Next the hunters outside announced their threat. “I checked the crypts. There were no latent necromancer traps!” She yelled as she joined the other hunters in barricading the main hall. After a few pews were put up as a makeshift defense she stopped. Undead were numerous but rather unathletic. Very few would come crawling over. Still, they had numbers. They always had the numbers.

She turned to the stranger. Clearly, this one had more sense than her own retinue. “We need to get out of here.” She said as she heard more undead moving on the sides of the church. “This isn’t a shelter, it’s a tomb.” She turned towards the altar. It was old and worn. Old enough, perhaps. Sarah rushed towards it and began to push the smooth stone on top of it away. “I think I know a way out! Help me with this!”

John was still dazed by the ringing bell right next to his ears and the direct impact to his skull from his earlier bravado. Seriously, meeting the princess’ team is nothing but bad luck for him. But there was no time to dwell on it.

If the shouting outside were to be believed, undeads were coming from all direction, and with the sun just about to set, they would not have enough stamina to fend them off. As it stand, the lady in silver is right. The only way for them to possibly survive is to enter the hidden passage underneath the slightly cracked altar.

Having stretched his muscles, John joined the lady in her endeavour to push the not-quite-as-smooth stone off its resting place. It was in this timing that the princess started to ask questions that matters. You know, the usual stuff about how much he knows and if he’s hiding something from them or whatever. A tad bit on the sweet side, but an improvement nonetheless.

“Unfortunately, I know about just as much as you do. Which is next to nothing,” he answered halfheartedly, mind elsewhere at the moment. “Well, I know that there are traces of occult ritual performed right here at the altar, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re all going to die if we stay here.”

“... Just pray that whatever lies beyond this slab of stone, is better than what’s lurking outside,” he continued under his breath.

Then, after what felt like infinite pushing and heaving, the altar’s surface ceded, and beyond it, lies a dark stairwell. It was not at all inviting, but someone’s got to enter it sooner or later. And given his equipment and his relative lack of relation with the rest of the team, it was apparent that the job would fall upon John, whether he like it or not.

“Right. I’ll go in first. Whoever comes next, better not stab me in the back.”

Sarah grinned at his statement. Instead she quickly dropped an unlit torch down the stairs. “That should help you out down there.”

“You know, that torch would help us much more if it’s actually lit before you throw it. What am I to you? A dog?” was John’s final sarcasm before he descend into the pitch darkness of the stairwell.

On the outside she could hear the fighting resume. The undead were coming at them in waves. Though Sarah had hoped for more time. In reality, most of those outside the church were as good as dead. “Princess you need to come with us or you’ll die too.” She told Tera. At first there was a myriad of noises coming from outside. Metal hitting metal, flesh hitting stone. Then there was only silence. “We need to go, now!”