Claw2k11

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Ranch House, Outskirts

"A new visitor, one of them is out an..." he clicked his tongue as he peered through scope of his sniper rifle. "Well, the mutant thing is out now as well, so I guess two of them are out of the house. Thank god it isn't anyone more... unpleasant." he mumbled as he thought of the more sadistic people part of the Wanderers and while he accepted the fact that killing was part for the course in the ashlands, but making the victim suffer before you kill them was unnecessary, very few people - he found out - deserved that sort of suffering, he imagined that their sadism was why they had a price on their heads, but that did not explain the rest of the members, those that only wished to live peacefully, why did they have bounties on their heads...

He looked through the scope, he imagined it would be easy to take out the man that was outside right now, but that would be loud, it would attract attention and there would be no way of collecting proof that the man had died, even if he did truly die... well, that if he really was out to kill any of the Wanderers. These people were like a sort of extended family, he figured that if he killed anyone part of their group, they would be out and about for the one who killed their family.

He started at the scene for a few more seconds, before rising up from the dirt and placing the sniper on his back. He inspected his pouches to see if his grenades were there, he inspected both his pistols and his sniper to see if they were stocked on ammo, he inspected if his hunting knives were as sharp as they could be, and finally, he concentrated for a moment to see if his gift was up. Even though he was sure that everything had been ready since he had woken up, he figured it would not hurt to check again, after all, lack of preparation had killed in the past.

"Alright, Specter, don't fuck this up or you'll most likely end up dead." he said, more to himself than to anyone else, holding a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other, even if things would not get heated, he needed to be ready for all possibilities, no matter how low the chances of them happening were. "Here goes nothing!" he said to himself once again before walking in stride towards the house the Wanderers had called home.

Specter kept his mind as empty and devoid of thought as he could, the group had a telepath and even if he did not mean any harm, some of his thoughts about preparing about every scenario might be miscontrued as him actually wishing to carry out said scenario. The only thought he kept in mind was "I come in peace, do not be hostile!" he felt like that in itself might make a telepath worry even more, but he didn't want to take any risk.

As soon as he got close enough to Toby, he stared at the man, he had a gun and from the way he was holding it, he probably knew how to use it, he figured that if it came to a shootout, he would react faster and shoot first, he wasn't as sure about the thing, about Rei, she was a unknown variable in this, he did not know how quick she was, how quick she would react and it made him slightly tense up. It would be worse if the recognized who he was, the fame he had gained as the head-hunter/bounty hunter Specter, could be considered more of a disadvantage that it would an advantage, then, he mentally calmed himself and spoke, his arms tensing up, ready to rise, should it come fighting.

"Hello, Wanderers!" he spoke out slightly louder than he had intended. "I come here in peace, with a warning and an offer if you will and if you know who I am, then know that I am not after any of you, I simply wish to speak... that's all!" He raised his hands to show that he was not a threat, hoping his tone would be enough to convince them that he was not a threat, since his mask was still on at the moment.

Because if they did not, then things would get ugly.

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Oh, the mental resistance thing isn't complete resistance to mentally based gifts, it's as you said, the ability to keep his mind empty when near telepathically gifted people, though I suppose I could have worded it better myself. Also, as for the ghost thing, instead of six hours a day, how about he can maintain his gift in short bursts, like a keeping the gift up a minute, then he needs 10 minutes of rest in order to be able to use it again, would that work?

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Specter

Full Name:
Unknown, called Specter

Nicknames/Aliases:
The Specter of the Ashlands, The Headhunter

Age:
Unknown, presumed to be in his late thirties

Gender:
Male

Gift: Metaphysicality- With this gift, Specter can turn metaphysical as the name suggests, making him, for all intents and purposes a ghost... or as he likes to call himself, a specter.

Loyalty: Ashlander Headhunter

Description: To the few people that have seen how he looks, Specter looks quite like an average person with short chestnut hair and brown eyes. His height certainly does him no advantage as he stands at about the average 5'10". All the time he spends outside, he is seen his combat and rarely if ever removes his mask when talking to a potential customer.

Personality: Having lived inside the Ashlands for much of his life, scraping out a living as best as he could. This in turn has turned him into a rather ruthless person. And while he is friendly enough when he is not on a mission, he has not made any friends for the belief that one day someone might hire him to kill that person.

However, despite that, he does have a code of conduct he abides by, putting it above anything else and rightly so, considering that this code of conduct has not failed him yet.


Skills:
Mental Resistance- Over all the people he has killed, quite a few of them have had a mental based gifts, such as telepathy, or similar things that peer into one's mind, so over time, he has learned to keep his mind empty when around a person with telepathic gifts.

Combat Experience: Specter has had his current occupation for nearly two decades and in those two decades, he has fought a great deal of people, both from a range and from close quarters, meaning that he has two decades worth of experience in both types of combat, making him quite a powerful opponent in combat.

Survivalist: The wastes are a harsh place, even if you are part of a settlement. Specter, has lived in the wastes his whole life and has in turn, learned to survive within them.


Weaknesses:
Ruthlessness: While he acts friendly enough, Specter is of the belief that he does not need friends and even the few "friends" he has, he would kill if a contractor would offer a high enough price on their heads.

Glass Cannon: While he is able to deal quite a high amount amount of damage, Specter is not able to take much punishment and while his gift itself nearly makes the worry of him getting hit by a physical attack null and void, it is not quite so. His gift does make him invulnerable to physical attacks, however, he can maintain the gift for a minute before having to rest for ten minutes to be able to use his gift once again.


Brief History:
Specter is as mysterious as his name might suggest, nobody truly knows about his past, what is known is that he has been "haunting" the Outside for some twenty years, completing all of the contracts he has assigned to with brutal efficiency.

Other:
While he does accept nearly any target, he will never accept contracts that have him kill high profile targets from any of the major factions as it would limit him greatly, contract-wise. And while he does not consider the Wanderers a major faction per se, he has shown reluctance in hunting anyone part of this group. However, whether he refuses hunting them because he does not wish to anger them, or because he sympathizes with them is yet unknown.

Combat Equipment: Sniper Rifle, two pistols, two hunting knives, 4 flashbang grenades, 4 smoke grenades, 2 fragmentation grenades and respective ammo for each of his guns.

While his gift does allow him to become essentially a ghost, he can only do it a minute once every ten minutes, giving him a total of 144 minutes of him being able to become a ghost.

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@VitoftheVoid

Erubesco, The Citadel

The moment Aran seated himself, the meeting had begun, there were quite a few people here he was familiar with. First of all, the star of Erubesco, the poster child of the nation, none other than Korra Norrevinter herself, he wondered why someone like her was present for the meeting, she wasn't the brightest mind one could find around here, maybe he would use his gift on her, find out a bit more about her past and see what secrets she held.

However, his sights once again moved along the people in this meeting and saw quite a few people he only seen by sight, but never truly heard anything about, most of the time, because he did not care about them that much, but now that they were present here, his interest in them was certainly piqued now that they were present here. However, as his sight wandered around the table, his sight fell not on one of the people at the table, but the one arranging the food and offering the service talk, a young girl covered in scars, stitches and bandages all over the place, for a moment, she seemed familiar and he soon realized why. After some of his least successful experiments died when trying to insert an extra gift in them, their minds were blown... all over the floor most of the time and this girl was the one cleaning said mind off the floors.

"No problem, young girl, I myself have just arrived, no need to apologize!" Aran smiled at the girl and placed his hand on her shoulder, as a way to make her feel a bit better about herself, he had to maintain his reputation within the facility as a compassionate man. However, the moment he touched her, his gift activated and he attempted to peer into the girl's mind, to see what she was all about, her history, why she was being experimented on and by whom, these were all questions floating around his mind and he hoped that she would not try to resist, or he would not be able to find out anything about her and he could exactly force her on this... especially here and this moment.

After a few seconds, giving up no other emotions, Aran removed his hand from the girl's shoulder and smiled towards Commander Madison, raising his hand before she would start to speak.

"Ah, I'm sorry for interrupting, mister Madison, but I need to make a quick request here." he said rising from his seat, towering above everyone else. "As a few people here know, my currently assigned mission is to create artificial gifts and attempt to find a way to place them within another person with a gift already. Essentially, what I'm currently trying to do is to attempt to create people that are able to use more than one gift, super soldiers, if you will." he said, his expression turning completely serious as he stated explaining his mission now... and his grievances.

"As you can all imagine, it is taxing enough on the mind already to handle one gift, more than one would result on the brain of the victim to essentially overload and short circuit something which results in their death. However, I've found whilst testing that particularly mentally gifted characters are able to take that second gift without their brain simply stopping to function altogether, even though they often went insane from the process which in itself means it is a failure, but that only served to help me get closer to my assigned mission." He smiled all the time he explained the process and though he imagined that people would either be bored by this, or slightly terrified by the fact, he was proud by what he was doing.

"However, in the past few months I've been supplied only with low quality individuals, like captured enemy grunts, low quality serfs... no offense, my lady." he said, looking at Caddie for a moment before turning towards the two Commanders. "When I started these experiments, I was supplied with both low quality individuals and individuals who would actually help my task progress, but now, the best thing I can look up to in my experiments is their brains simply overloading and dying. The worst thing about it, is their damn heads exploding and making a mess!" he says, looking quite annoyed by what he was speaking about. "I know it isn't that easy to get smart people to be my experiments, we need those bright minds to help us advance, but what I am basically doing here is executing people and I did not become an Alchemist to kill people, so if you would please take this into consideration and bring me proper subject... it would really help me advance my experiments."

With that, he looked around at everyone and their expressions before bowing at the two present Knight Commanders. "Thank you for listening to my selfish grievances, you may proceed, Mr. Madison."

And with that, Aran seated himself once more, he sort of expected a negative answer to his grievance, but nonetheless it did feel good to take this matter off his chest and did the best he could not smile from the relief he felt from having done this.

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Wait... didn't we decide that my guy was a senior researcher directly under Madison? Huh... oh well, will edit it right away!

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Aran sighed in disappointment as he looked at the body before him. A young handsome fellow, blue eyes, blonde hair, a soft face. He imagined someone like him would have been popular with the ladies back in Liberty, but by some bad luck, he had been captured and made prisoner during one of the many skirmishes between the two nations, it wasn't something very unnatural really, people were captured in wars all the time, often enough imprisoned until the war ended.

However, this young man had the horrible luck of being picked as one of his own experiments and he seemed so confident when he was first dragged in here, soon though he started screaming as another gift was forcefully placed within him and then, only moment afterwards his brain simply stopped functioning after it was overloaded with something it could not handle. He'd feel some pity for this young man, or the family he had back home, well, at least if he could properly feel emotions.

He moved towards one of his seats and as soon as he did, a message was relayed over his earpiece. He needed to be in a meeting right now, his superior, the Knight Commander Madison Lewis Lovette, a person he was slightly jealous of as she took the place that should have been his... however, he did respect the young man's knowledge about gifts in general, even if he did prefer wearing women's clothes.

He simply sighed and rose from seat, staring at the dead body of the young man for another moment before leaving his personal workplace. He got to the meeting just as his superior got there as well. He put on his best smile and entered the room shortly after her and bowed towards everyone else. "I am very sorry, I was caught up with a experiment, I'll explain it in the meeting a bit later if anyone is curious about what it was about." With that, he took his seat, which incidentally happened to be right next to Madison's own, staring briefly towards him, still smiling, like he always used to. "Alas, I'm afraid it failed... such a loss."

And with that, Aran looked towards the one in the front, the Knight Commander Lulu Botrelle. He had heard quite a few things about her, this would be quite the interesting meeting considering the people involved.

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Darrien stared at his opponent, her palms straightened out as she mimicked two blades out of them. Her look was one of focus, but he could already see the annoyance in her expression. Of course, the fact that she was quite shorter than him must have contributed to said annoyance as well, though he imagined that the fact that he was able to quite easily dodge all her attacks up until now without retaliating must have been the main cause of frustration

Though emotions were still foreign to him, he did get out some enjoyment from sparring with his younger sister, maintaining his own skills and improving that of his sister, though he guessed that in order to improve one's combat skills, both people needed to actually fight and him dodging her attacks with such ease could not be called true combat. However, as his brain was processing all the moves she was doing and predicting all the moves she was trying to do, his earpiece started to beep slowly, probably an incoming message from their appointed knight commander.

Before the second beep even started, his sister attempted a lunge with one of her hands towards his neck, however, displaying his amazing reflexes, he grabbed her by the forearm stopping the attack a mere inch from his neck, the blue plasma shining brightly close to his neck before vanishing, it seems she truly did not want to kill him. Her second attack was a lunge with her second hand, this one, however, he dodged and before his sister could try and use on of her feet for a third attack, he stopped her.

"Hold on, dear sister, we have a message from our dear Knight Commander." A moment of confusion passed, his sister probably thinking this was some sort of trick, before freeing herself from his grip and grabbing her earpiece just in time to hear the message.

“Good morning, team leads and representatives. This is Commander Botrelle, checking in to remind you of your expected attendance at this morning’s quarterly research forum. We have a visiting guest, and several matters to discuss, so I expect to see every one of your lovely faces in the Oak Room on Level One Below in fifteen.”

It was what he expected, he knew about the meeting each and every second, but if he had to choose between the meeting and sparring with his sister, then it would have not been even a contest, the meeting would have had to wait a bit more, though from the glares his sister threw his way, she was probably not of the same opinion.

The moment he finished donning trademark crimson, he walked for the exit trusting that his sister would follow suit as well and true enough, he heard another pair of light steps and judging by their force of impact, they were his sisters steps alright. It took them about ten minutes to get there and when he entered he could already see Commander Lulu in her seat, having already prepared most of her needed materials for this meeting, but amazingly enough, other than her, they were the first to arrive there.

"Commander, always a pleasure to see you!" Darrien bowed slightly to show respect towards someone of a higher rank and spoke in the most pleasant tone he could muster, though judging from her personality, he guessed that she might have seen through his veil of chivalry and saw the true person behind it, but for once in his lifetime, he could not guess what this person thought. Afterwards, he simply took his seat by the table, the second one to the commanders right and awaited.

His sisters greeting was much less formal than his own, with a simple nod of acknowledgement and a "Commander!" before taking her own seat, the second seat to the Commanders left. It was somewhat amusing that they were placed so symmetrically to one another, for a moment, he thought that maybe the seats were placed like this on purpose, before realizing that command could really not be bothered where the two sat and that this was a mere coincidence.

He turned his head towards the commander, but before he could say anything else to Lulu, the rest of the group arrived, including one of his "friends" and former partners Korra Norrevinter. "Hello, partner!" He smiled as he greeted her and though she was brash most of time, he found the time he spent with her quite enjoyable, especially on the knights they went out, she drank many people under the table and though he himself avoided getting drunk, it was amusing to see men as big as her passed out.

However, before he could say another word, everyone was seated and the meeting started out.

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Aran Sairan

Full Name:
Aran Sairan

Nicknames/Aliases:
The Doctor, The Grandfather, the Gentle Giant

Age:
45

Gender:
Male

Gift: Scanner: Though it has a relatively simple name, this power has few more branches to it. The simplest one being that he is able to sense any living being within 30 feet, or if he is searching for a certain object, the power to sense where that object it. The second, more powerful part of his gift is that upon touch, he is able to sense the purpose of the object and it's history. Upon touching a human, it works the same way, he simply has to touch a human being and he will be able to see that persons personality, gift and entire history, from birth up until that point in less than half a minute, however, unlike objects, the living being he touches may resist this if their willpower is strong enough and if it's a telepath touches, then it will be completely impossible for him to do it.

Loyalty: Erubescan Alchemist

Description: Aran is a massive man, towering at over 7'2" feet tall with fairly stocky and muscular build. You'd expect someone this size to be a intimidating man, yet the light smile that is always present on his face and his kind personality would lull anyone into believing he is only a gentle giant.

Personality: The gentle doctor, the kind doctor, is what most of the people of the slums used to call him and true enough he does act nice towards people he thinks he should be nice, gently towards people he thinks he should act gentle around and not to mention being patient with those who deserve it. However, other than his patience, none of his emotions are really true, it is only mere acting on his behalf, the only emotion true to him being curiosity about humans and how they function, however, he does not lack any emotions, but one would have to go to great lengths to wipe the ever present light smile from his expression.


Skills:
Intimidating- While he does not intend to be so, as soon as his smile is gone from his face and he frowns, he becomes one of the more intimidating people one person's going to miss.
Unarmed Combat- When you grow in slums where even the slightest mistake could get you killed, you learn to protect yourself, one way, or another.
Surgeon- Taken under the less than reputable tutelage of a disgraced surgeon living in the in the slums as a child, he has learned surgery up to nearly a professional degree, most of the time forced by his tutor. As he grew up, however, he sought to expand his knowledge


Weaknesses:
Bad Leg- Aran had quite a bad accident in the past whilst working on one of his accidents, with a few pieces of metallic shards stuck deeply into his leg and while they were removed and his leg was saved, his wounds never healed as he still walks with a limp and feels a certain amount of pain if placing too much weight on it.
Inexperienced with Guns- Guns are not foreign to him, however, place a gun in his hand and he could probably be unable to hit the side of a barnyard from six feet away.


Brief History: In Erubesco, it is rare for a person to advance from their current status and live their lives from birth to death as perhaps a serf. However, Aran and his sister are two rare cases and while his sister is a case of having a powerful gift to help her advance his was about skill, despite being born as the son of a serf, his medical knowledge was very advanced considering where he had grown up and though it took some time, he had been able to catch the attention of the higher ups of the society and was allowed to be initiated as an Acolyte.

As the years passed, he extended his medical skills even more and as he advanced to the rank of Alchemist, he soon became fascinated with gifts, not one particular gift, but gifts in general, while they were a ever-present part of life in this world it wasn't that easy to understand for most people where and why people had first obtained gifts in the first place and then a thought sparked into his head. The people in this world now, all had a sort of Gift, but they were born with it, what if he could extract someone's gift, leaving them powerful, what if he could place said gift in another person... what if he could create his own Gifts?

However, his train of thought was broken when news of most of his family's deaths arrived. His mother, his father, his younger brother and his elder sister, all had died and not even peacefully, they had been killed by someone, but by who it was unknown. The only survivor of this ordeal was his younger sister, who had not been attacked in the first place.

This affected Aran Seiran greatly and for a week, he stopped work for an entire week as a part of mourning. Though he did begin working again, he has been seen supervising his sister, Anna Seiran more often now, probably to make sure she is safe.

Other:(Maybe I'll add something here later)

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@Claw2k11 Open world roleplays are all about having a ton of characters involved to wander about and do their own thing, so don't worry. :) It's a fairly hands-off deal GMwise, and even then my Co-GMs do an excellent job of helping me out.

Also, in regards to Alya, there's just a few things that I need to poke at (again, sorry for all the trouble!). The first is her railgun ability. I'm not quite sure how it works, and I also feel that twice the speed of sound might be a bit too strong, myself. There's also another electricity user submission as well, and while I'm not forbidding multiples of the same Gift, it could potentially run the risk of rendering one obsolete. Would that be alright with you?

@EchoicChamber

Hey, if you feel like you can do it, then who am I to stop you!

The railgun thing was more of a reference to something I watched a while back, it doesn't really have to be there. Yes it is fine with me, I have something else in mind if this doesn't work, also people should have the same type of gifts once in a while(the NPC's I mean), after all, I doubt that everyone currently living in the world has their own unique power.

Also, the character sheet has been revised, I hope all is well!

Alya Elcove

Full Name: Alya Elcove

Nicknames/Aliases: The Infernal Knight

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Gift: Firemaster: Alya can create and manipulate fire and all it's properties and is immune to fire in general. After tinkering with the powers a bit, she has found a few creative ways of using her gift in combat.

Loyalty: Erubescan Knight

Description: Alya is much shorter than her brother, standing at 5'7" tall, with brown eyes and auburn colored hair. Though she wears her armor when on the job, nearly every every occasion she gets she wears either a simple black T-shirt or a gray tank top with a pair of cargo pants.

Personality: Alya is every bit like her late father, lively, friendly to nearly any one other person and stubborn to a fault! However, when it comes to proving her skill, she shows her more competitive side, always seeking to outdo her opponent in whatever competition there is.


Skills:
- As expected of an Erubescan Knight, Alya has been trained in most forms of combat, showing much skill in both ranged and close quarters combat.
- Alya, as part of her training, has shown a great amount of agility, much more than many of her current peers.
- She has learned to use her powers in combination with a few set martial arts moves for a more effective style of combat(think of the firebending in Avatar).

Weaknesses:
- Alya is stubborn, so very much more than her father was, so if she has something in mind, it is highly unlikely that she will change it's mind about it very soon.
- Despite her skills as a knight, she has a rather weak constitution, making her more prone to diseases and making her a fragile person in general.


Brief History:
Alya was born second in the Elcove family and though she showed enough skill in combat to become a Knight like her father, she was always overshadowed by her more, cold, calculated and skilled brother, however she prided herself in something that her brother could never take from her, her social skills and though she would never gain a prize from it she was happy nonetheless... until he took that from her as well.

In order to be fully welcome into society, her brother, Darrien, had taken to acting like a regular person, he had seen her talk to her friends, he had heard how knights were supposed to act, combined the two into a mask and wore that mask ever since, a mask that made him gain a certain degree of fame within Erubesco as a model knight and it earned him a title as well, The Crimson Knight and so he outdid her... yet again, though she understood why he did it, she could help but despise him for a few moments, before remembering the words that her father had imparted on them before he passed away.

"You two have your differences and you must not like the other, however, you two are a family and family has bonds that can never be broken."

And with that, she swallowed her pride and smiled towards her brother for once, though it would be difficult to keep that smile for a person she did not like for a good part of her life.

Other:

- Dragon's Breath: Not really a special move, but just a way for her to show off her power. Instead of shooting flames from her hands like she usually does, she fires the flames from her mouth much like the mythical dragons would.
- Plasma Cutters: By increasing the temperature around her hands and feet to the point where the oxygen around it turns to plasma, she is able to turn usual punches and kicks into very dangerous attacks.
- Heatstroke: Not really a move per se, but she can heat the air in a 15 foot raidus to unbearable degrees for other people to the point it would cause people heatsroke, hence why she called this move like this, however, she rarely uses her powers like this because they are not that strong in a combat situation

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@Claw2k11 That's a very good point you have there, Claw, and I appreciate your input. c: I'd like to keep the character gates open throughout the RP because it's an open world, however, and I know that in a lot of RPs, there tends to be a lot of interest initially before people start vanishing or leaving. I'd rather start off strong and try to maintain than close down on character submissions and risk winding up with only a few people left, you know?

@EchoicChamber

I understand, I just didn't want you overextend... anyway, I have gotten my second character up and ready, is she good to go?

Alya Elcove

Full Name: Alya Elcove

Nicknames/Aliases: The Lighting Princess

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Gift: Electromaster: Alya can create and manipulate lightning and though it is powerful, it is hard for her to control the amount of power she places in each shot, though most of the time, the power in her shots is enough to be lethal to most people.

Loyalty: Erubescan Knight

Description: Alya is much shorter than her brother, standing at 5'7" tall, with brown eyes and auburn colored hair. Though she wears her armor when on the job, nearly every every occasion she gets she wears either a simple black T-shirt or a gray tank top with a pair of cargo pants.

Personality: Alya is every bit like her late father, lively, friendly to nearly any one other person and stubborn to a fault! However, when it comes to proving her skill, she shows her more competitive side, always seeking to outdo her opponent in whatever competition there is.


Skills:
- As expected of an Erubescan Knight, Alya has been trained in most forms of combat, showing much skill in both ranged and close quarters combat.
- Alya, as part of her training, has shown a great amount of agility, much more than many of her current peers.


Weaknesses:
- Alya is stubborn, so very much more than her father was, so if she has something in mind, it is highly unlikely that she will change it's mind about it very soon.
- Despite her skills as a knight, she has a rather weak constitution, making her more prone to diseases and making her a fragile person in general.


Brief History:
Alya was born second in the Elcove family and though she showed enough skill in combat to become a Knight like her father, she was always overshadowed by her more, cold, calculated and skilled brother, however she prided herself in something that her brother could never take from her, her social skills and though she would never gain a prize from it she was happy nonetheless... until he took that from her as well.

In order to be fully welcome into society, her brother, Darrien, had taken to acting like a regular person, he had seen her talk to her friends, he had heard how knights were supposed to act, combined the two into a mask and wore that mask ever since, a mask that made him gain a certain degree of fame within Erubesco as a model knight and it earned him a title as well, The Crimson Knight and so he outdid her... yet again, though she understood why he did it, she could help but despise him for a few moments, before remembering the words that her father had imparted on them before he passed away.

"You two have your differences and you must not like the other, however, you two are a family and family has bonds that can never be broken."

And with that, she swallowed her pride and smiled towards her brother for once, though it would be difficult to

Other:

Railgun: Something that has become something of a trademark move, Alya can use her power to launch a metal object(usually a bullet) at around nearly twice the speed of sound by forming parallel currents on both sides of her arm using her electricity