Belona Operations Report #003
Authorization Code: 59503834
Central Command Communications Relay #460287
Unit #47-729, Callsign Foursev
Fighting has not yet entered full swing. Occasionally, a rebel ship will be shot down, or a skirmish will occur, but lines are yet to be drawn. Rebels appear to be biding their time, keeping their exposure at a minimum. Evaluation of Rebel forces is inconclusive. Ground troopers observed up to this point are armed lightly, with little to no protection. Tactical simulations read a 79% probability of guerrilla warfare being implemented in the future, along with a 43% chance of Specforce involvement. Rebels appear to have some form of outside help, but without further observations, this is inconclusive. Current analysis of situation on Belona: Tense Stalemate. Search for Rebel Headquarters has yielded no results yet, but as soon as coordinates are acquired, will relay to Central Command.
Unit #47-729 out.
Foursev lowered his wristpad, glancing around before transmitting the report. He stretched his neck, and powered down his wristpad resuming his overwatch. He was standing on a high rooftop, on a concealed vantage point that let him observe a rather wide area of the city while keeping him relatively well hidden from sight. FourSev raised a pair of multi-binoculars to his head, looking through them as he scanned the city for any rebel activity. It had been a while since he'd engaged any rebels, and the fact that they were practically nowhere to be found bugged him. It was this nagging feeling that prompted him to set up watch. Who knows, maybe he'd get lucky.
(Any rebels feel like having an encounter with FourSev?)
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Champion
Name: Herriman The Ever-Changing
Age: ageless
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Base image courtesy of google images, this image is photoshopped by me.
Herriman stands at about 6"3', and his voice is incredibly powerful and throaty. His voice is multi-layered, as if there were five other different voices speaking along with his own.
Powers/Skills/Weaponry:
- Setrak,The Destroyer of Eternties: This axe is charged with arcane power, and is incredibly potent. Not only is the edge devastatingly sharp and weapon itself nigh indestructible, but the axe can project razor sharp waves of magic as it swings, giving it a surprisingly dangerous reach. Apart from this, the axe is also used as the focus Herriman uses to cast spells. The axe itself is also intelligent, dangerously so. It's rumored that the axe known as Setrak possesses forbidden knowledge, privy to no other being in creation.
It is said that mortals killed by Setrak not only die in the current dimension they reside in, but they are also killed in all of the parallel universes they might reside in. This rumor is where Setrak gets the title "Destroyer of Eternities"
-The Baleful Hide: This hide (presumably from some other-dimensional beast) projects grand powers. When Herriman wears it, it protects his whole body (even the parts it doesn't cover) like a suit of invisible, magical armor. When in combat, the eyes of the beast glow a hateful red, and a terrible growling can occasionally be heard. Apart from its protective qualities, the hide can project arcane beams of energy out of its eyes
-Chaos Magic: Being a champion of The Raven God, Herriman is a potent sorcerer, but dangerously undisciplined. He furiously slings about unstable magic from his axe in the most haphazard manner as possible, making him a bit of a sorcerous berserker.
-Wild Mutation: Herriman, using the power given to him by The Raven God, can alter his body in terrifying and dramatic ways. The blade arm seen in his picture is one of the countless ways he can alter his anatomy.
Deity
Name: His true name isn't known, but he goes by "The Raven God"
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Domains: The Raven God is the god of the multiverse, arcane power, fate, and forbidden knowledge
Combined
Alignment: Lawful Evil. The Raven God is an incredibly calculating and scheming individual, and this trait bleeds over to Herriman. Although Herriman doesn't do much scheming, he's an abhorrent opportunist, and he's always biding his time. Herriman is generally collected and wary, but during battle, he sheds whatever caution he might have possessed earlier. In battle, Herriman is a pure berserker, endlessly pouring out punishment in ways that are punishingly unpredictable.
History:
Stories about the origin of The Raven God are mixed, and vary wildly depending on who you ask. Some say that The Raven God wove all of creation out of the threads of fate, and now that he's finished, he's intent on dominating it. It is said that everything that has ever occurred is part of some impossibly complex, overarching plan The Raven God has put into place to take over all of creation, even when he's defeated. Those that fanatical worship him stress that his enemies only exist because The Grand Scheme wouldn't work without them.
Herriman himself has an obscure background. He was a warrior in a barbaric tribe of northmen, all who worshipped The Raven God. One day, like a baleful meteorite, Setrak came down from the heavens, landing in the center of Herriman's village. Only two men were brave enough to approach the crackling crater, and they were Herriman, and Azerath, the village's leader and a powerful warlord. Herriman was in a position to grab Setrak immediately, but after observing the axe, he stepped aside, allowing Azerath to take the axe first. As soon as Azerath pulled Setrak from the earth, he was bathed in arcane fire as the earth split from where Setrak had been removed. The flames consumed Azerath and his soul, and Herriman claimed the axe from his Azerath's smoldering blue ashes, claiming the leadership of his village and one of the most powerful weapons ever forged.
As Herriman slept that night, Setrak whispered to him promises of magnificent power and never-ending glory. When he awoke, he was hell-bound on acquiring these promises. He took the finest suit of armor in the village, the finest horse, and set off to claim the hide of an unnameable beast to prove his worth to The Raven God. After twenty years of gathering power, followers, and favor with The Raven God, Herriman broke the veil between dimensions with Setrak, and unleashed the beast he had been pursuing for so long. It was one, god-like beast against a veritable army of followers, and after a battle that lasted for several days, Herriman was the one to lift the beast's hide towards the sky, and claim his place as the sole champion of The Raven God
Name: Herriman The Ever-Changing
Age: ageless
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Base image courtesy of google images, this image is photoshopped by me.
Herriman stands at about 6"3', and his voice is incredibly powerful and throaty. His voice is multi-layered, as if there were five other different voices speaking along with his own.
Powers/Skills/Weaponry:
- Setrak,The Destroyer of Eternties: This axe is charged with arcane power, and is incredibly potent. Not only is the edge devastatingly sharp and weapon itself nigh indestructible, but the axe can project razor sharp waves of magic as it swings, giving it a surprisingly dangerous reach. Apart from this, the axe is also used as the focus Herriman uses to cast spells. The axe itself is also intelligent, dangerously so. It's rumored that the axe known as Setrak possesses forbidden knowledge, privy to no other being in creation.
It is said that mortals killed by Setrak not only die in the current dimension they reside in, but they are also killed in all of the parallel universes they might reside in. This rumor is where Setrak gets the title "Destroyer of Eternities"
-The Baleful Hide: This hide (presumably from some other-dimensional beast) projects grand powers. When Herriman wears it, it protects his whole body (even the parts it doesn't cover) like a suit of invisible, magical armor. When in combat, the eyes of the beast glow a hateful red, and a terrible growling can occasionally be heard. Apart from its protective qualities, the hide can project arcane beams of energy out of its eyes
-Chaos Magic: Being a champion of The Raven God, Herriman is a potent sorcerer, but dangerously undisciplined. He furiously slings about unstable magic from his axe in the most haphazard manner as possible, making him a bit of a sorcerous berserker.
-Wild Mutation: Herriman, using the power given to him by The Raven God, can alter his body in terrifying and dramatic ways. The blade arm seen in his picture is one of the countless ways he can alter his anatomy.
Deity
Name: His true name isn't known, but he goes by "The Raven God"
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Domains: The Raven God is the god of the multiverse, arcane power, fate, and forbidden knowledge
Combined
Alignment: Lawful Evil. The Raven God is an incredibly calculating and scheming individual, and this trait bleeds over to Herriman. Although Herriman doesn't do much scheming, he's an abhorrent opportunist, and he's always biding his time. Herriman is generally collected and wary, but during battle, he sheds whatever caution he might have possessed earlier. In battle, Herriman is a pure berserker, endlessly pouring out punishment in ways that are punishingly unpredictable.
History:
Stories about the origin of The Raven God are mixed, and vary wildly depending on who you ask. Some say that The Raven God wove all of creation out of the threads of fate, and now that he's finished, he's intent on dominating it. It is said that everything that has ever occurred is part of some impossibly complex, overarching plan The Raven God has put into place to take over all of creation, even when he's defeated. Those that fanatical worship him stress that his enemies only exist because The Grand Scheme wouldn't work without them.
Herriman himself has an obscure background. He was a warrior in a barbaric tribe of northmen, all who worshipped The Raven God. One day, like a baleful meteorite, Setrak came down from the heavens, landing in the center of Herriman's village. Only two men were brave enough to approach the crackling crater, and they were Herriman, and Azerath, the village's leader and a powerful warlord. Herriman was in a position to grab Setrak immediately, but after observing the axe, he stepped aside, allowing Azerath to take the axe first. As soon as Azerath pulled Setrak from the earth, he was bathed in arcane fire as the earth split from where Setrak had been removed. The flames consumed Azerath and his soul, and Herriman claimed the axe from his Azerath's smoldering blue ashes, claiming the leadership of his village and one of the most powerful weapons ever forged.
As Herriman slept that night, Setrak whispered to him promises of magnificent power and never-ending glory. When he awoke, he was hell-bound on acquiring these promises. He took the finest suit of armor in the village, the finest horse, and set off to claim the hide of an unnameable beast to prove his worth to The Raven God. After twenty years of gathering power, followers, and favor with The Raven God, Herriman broke the veil between dimensions with Setrak, and unleashed the beast he had been pursuing for so long. It was one, god-like beast against a veritable army of followers, and after a battle that lasted for several days, Herriman was the one to lift the beast's hide towards the sky, and claim his place as the sole champion of The Raven God
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Yeah, I like that format. I'll begin work on a character shortly.
"Well, that was odd. I'll call her in for a check up later, she looked sick."
*Shor'Gen goes back to waiting patiently
I'll be awaiting your post.
*Shor'Gen goes back to waiting patiently
I'll be awaiting your post.
Naw, I think I'll leave it as is. As you said, Officer isn't exactly incorrect, so unless if he was told it was incorrect, Shor'Gen wouldn't think it was wrong.
In other words, if you want to be addressed 100% correctly, you're going to have to tell the 7 foot tall crustacean with big sharp claws that he's wrong.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
In other words, if you want to be addressed 100% correctly, you're going to have to tell the 7 foot tall crustacean with big sharp claws that he's wrong.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
Yeah, sometimes I just drop off the radar like that.
Shor'Gen was bathing in the stimulus. His sound-based vision was going wild on him, so many different voices and so many different scents. He was excited to be assigned as Lead Physician aboard a new ship named the Exeralune. The assignment officer had told him that the ship was fresh out of the experimental phase, which further excited him. In the two sets of smaller claws below his primary ones, he held a large case, and he had another container strapped to his back.
He sensed something approaching him from behind, and he turned to face M'rayl at roughly the same time she addressed him. He noticed she was perspiring, by her scent, and made a mental note of this. "Hello, Security Officer M'rayl." Shor'Gen replied in his incredibly unfitting voice, his sensory tendrils swaying with the words. It was smooth, like that of a perfectly calm human (if not a bit monotone sounding), and one could find it unnerving how clear it came out despite what Shor'Gen appeared to be. "My name is pronounced Shor'Gen. I am assigned as Lead Physician for this vessel." He continued.
Given his extremely unique body shape, he didn't possess a proper uniform, instead having his rank marks painted directly onto his carapace in easy to see locations. On his shoulders were pinned lapels with the five stars that denoted him as lead physician, and he was wearing his clear de-atmoshperic head covering, the sensory tendrils on his head poking out through sealed ports on the helmet. He was standing in his tripod stance, so he loomed over M'rayl by a good two feet
His head leaned forward, almost awkwardly and uncomfortably close to M'rayl, before he leaned it backwards again. "You're perspiring, and your heart rate's elevated. Is something the matter, Security Officer M'rayl?" he asked in a somewhat concerned voice. He clasped his primary claws together, and placed them under his head.
He sensed something approaching him from behind, and he turned to face M'rayl at roughly the same time she addressed him. He noticed she was perspiring, by her scent, and made a mental note of this. "Hello, Security Officer M'rayl." Shor'Gen replied in his incredibly unfitting voice, his sensory tendrils swaying with the words. It was smooth, like that of a perfectly calm human (if not a bit monotone sounding), and one could find it unnerving how clear it came out despite what Shor'Gen appeared to be. "My name is pronounced Shor'Gen. I am assigned as Lead Physician for this vessel." He continued.
Given his extremely unique body shape, he didn't possess a proper uniform, instead having his rank marks painted directly onto his carapace in easy to see locations. On his shoulders were pinned lapels with the five stars that denoted him as lead physician, and he was wearing his clear de-atmoshperic head covering, the sensory tendrils on his head poking out through sealed ports on the helmet. He was standing in his tripod stance, so he loomed over M'rayl by a good two feet
His head leaned forward, almost awkwardly and uncomfortably close to M'rayl, before he leaned it backwards again. "You're perspiring, and your heart rate's elevated. Is something the matter, Security Officer M'rayl?" he asked in a somewhat concerned voice. He clasped his primary claws together, and placed them under his head.
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