Damiann47

Let's Tell a Story (Got cookies... maybe.)

Probably good for a new bump.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

Yup, I'll be getting a post up soon as well.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

(Arin's banner goes here once it is ready. Mostly a note for myself.)

[Arin Stone | Zalera Tundra]

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The wait was probably the worse part, ever since she was told about the deployment in the near future, Arin had been both excited yet dreading this moment. Sure the opportunity to see some action was great, she truly looked forward to stepping foot on whatever battlefield needed her but... a few months ago she expected to be doing this as a human. Even while sitting there, strapped into her seat, she could feel Entrasi poking at the farthest reaches of her psyche, waiting for his next chance to overwhelm her. For the moment she had him locked away, but frankly Arin had no idea when he'll break free from this mental prison. She will need to remain vigilant, yet that was a lot easier said than done.

Equipped in a set of stripped-down arctic gear, where she removed extra weight from her kit such as extra ammo or other superfluous items. It wasn't like she expected to be trekking across frozen wastelands for weeks at a time, so she reasoned it was probably safe to leave behind extra supplies in favor for traveling light. Then resting against her leg, barrel side down, was good old Doorknocker. Perhaps it had a somewhat cliche name, a very cliche name actually, yet she had become quite attached to the shotgun. Without a doubt she knew it would serve her faithfully in the coming months, she would never have it any different.

Arin was abruptly taken out of her daydreaming when their transport had finally touched down, and the ramp extended forth. Quickly she unstrapped herself, then with Doorknocker slung over her back was about to disembark. That was until another SOLDIER shouldered past her with a surprising sense of urgency. For a moment Arin found herself quite confused as to what was happening then she heard the unmistakable sound of the guy throwing up his insides. While she should have been concerned over his health, she was a lot more thankful that he managed to hold it while everyone was still packed within the Shyp. To be covered in vomit on her first day would not have been a good way to kick off the deployment

Frankly she was going to leave the man to his own devices until yet again another SOLDIER approached their sick comrade. At the sight of this Arin sighed to herself, perhaps it was a better idea to check up on the guy instead, maybe see if he needed to be carried to the infirmary.

She walked towards the two then stopped while still a good few feet away. "Is he looking alright? Doesn't need to see a medic or anything?" Arin asked both of them, but obviously meaning to address the much more composed looking SOLDIER.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

Hmm personally I don't think we need to worry about balance between the two teams too much, not like we're trying to min-max things. People should be where it makes the most sense I feel.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@Rockette Ha, na Arin will be distraction all the way.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@The Survivor Oh woops, might have been thinking about the wrong character. Yeah I can still see them getting along though.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@The Survivor Heh, my bad. Sorry about that, guess characters sorta blend together for me until I get to see them in action, you know? Guess I could've gone and reread the sheet though.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@The Survivor Actually when I read Bruce's sheet I thought the same thing. Both were regular squishy human soldiers, both aren't entirely calm people, and both are close and personal.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

Arin Stone

“Arin Stone“

^{Twenty-three | 17th of May | 5' 11" /180 cm. | Third Rank.}

_{A P P E A R A N C E.}

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Her build is very athletic yet light where her muscles aren't particularity noticeable, although toned. Her brown hair is usually kept somewhat short out for utility purposes and for personal preferences. It also should be noted that she doesn't get it professionally cut, but instead chop it all off herself. For the most part her appearance is perfectly human, expect for the heavy scarring across her back that almost resemble burn marks and are still fresh from binding with her Aeon. Then if Arin were to hold her mouth open one could see razor sharp canines, again another side affect of becoming a SOLDIER.

Arin has simple tastes in clothing opting for what's most comfortable like tank tops or sweatpants. She doesn't exactly care to maintain a tidy of appearance, of course she bathes regularly but won't do much beyond that. When preparing for combat duties, however, Arin dresses up in a more pragmatic manner. Sleeved shirts, boots, and cargo pants is the kind of clothing she would wear underneath armor.

_{P S Y C H E.}

---

Arin Stone is best described as headstrong, highly willful and simply stubborn. She is the type who prefers to blaze her own trail only because she wants to, and enjoys the accompanying sense of freedom all the while. Arin finds great thrill in the heat of combat be it from a basic bar fight to the bloodied battlefield as it serves to be a fantastic outlet for her aggression. This is all not to say that she is a simple minded barbarian, Arin has her quiet moments too especially when given a chance to relax with individuals she trusts. Despite her wild and free personality Arin can be quite disciplined, focused solely on whatever mission she is assigned. Years spent in the military had forged a professional persona that she adopts once it is time to work, a drastically different attitude that has been known to catch many off guard.

As a brand new SOLDIER Arin quite frankly doesn't get along with her Aeon. She finds it too alien, and above all else fears that it would undermine her free will. These fears are only confirmed on the occasions when she is overtaken by intense rage and brutal savagery, these outburst are facilitated by the Aeon in question. Simply put Arin would much rather do anything she can without utilizing the might of her Aeon. She also distrusts the entire SOLDIER program itself, she never fully volunteered to join the program and sees it as a potential threat to her one day. Arin however doesn't feel the same way about other SOLDIERs, while she wouldn't lay down her life for any individual SOLDIER, she doesn't hold her current condition against any of them. Otherwise, Arin had never cared about the Dalamastice Govern, she feels neither hate, nor love towards those in charge. To her the Govern had always been this separate entity to her life. As long as they don't attempt to actively infringe on herself, well Arin doesn't care what those politicians do.

_{B A C K G R O U N D.}

---

Arin Stone comes from quite the mediocre background. She spent her early life living in Galbadia, her family was not rich or poor; snugly secure as a middle class household. Her childhood was simple and she didn't want for much, at least if her desires were within reason. Thing was Arin made for quite the tomboy, even as a young girl she kept her hair chopped short, and never wore flowery dresses if she had any say. As she grew older Arin eventually got involved in brawls with other children being the only female taking on boys around her age. Usually these bouts were friendly contests that occasionally turned violent, still it was around this time the girl discovered her natural aggression and thirst for a good fight. Too often she would return home turned purple with bruises, her clothes stained with blood, and with zero explanations. Before long a pre-teenaged Arin was pulled from public schools instead to be home schooled by her father, who was a minor researcher in his own right. This decision made by both parents was out of concern for their only daughter, that she couldn't keep getting involved in these street brawls, and for a time it seemed as if their gambit paid off. Little did they know that through a streak of rebellion Arin continued to sneak out at night. From this point forward she became very careful at hiding the bruises and other injuries from her parents.

Stability inside the Stone family collapsed when the father lost his researcher job, this occurred around when Arin was aged 17 years old. The situation rapidly grew dire, it wasn't long until he started to blame Arin for his being layoff, his reasoning for this was because she had to be home schooled he couldn't put in enough hours, or something to that affect. It was during one specific alcohol fueled argument that Arin finally ran away from home. She hadn't heard from either her father or mother since then. After that she found herself wandering the streets for a handful of months, and while a couple of friends agreed to house her for a time, she was effectively homeless. Rather than falling in with gangs, Arin decided to enlist with the army despite being underage. Perhaps her recruiter failed to catch the discrepancy with her age, perhaps he just didn't care, or maybe she only got lucky.

Arin found that her aggressiveness served her well in the armed forces after easily passing through basic training. She favored a point-man position armed with nothing more than a shotgun and a strong will to carry her. For a decent number of years Arin was quite content, even discovered a sense of purpose by serving. Life was good. That was until a particular officer approached her, his express intentions unknown. While at first he praised her fighting spirit and dedication, he then proceeded to explain a peculiar error that came up during an investigation of her initial enlistment. Arin knew exactly where he was going at, yet to her surprise he instead extended an offer to join a special program. The SOLDIER program he called it, and honestly she was left with very little wiggle room.

From there the process of binding with her Aeon had been terrifying and confusing. Arin at first found it difficult to live as a SOLDIER, but in the following weeks she made ever so slight progress in learning how to control the newly found rage surging throughout herself by utilizing sheer willpower alone. If anything she actively fights against the Aeon's influence in a desperate attempt to remain herself, yet it is a battle she is certain is lost a little more everyday. In other news since her joining the SOLDIER program, Arin had learned the one officer who blackmailed her had received a "unexpected" promotion. Arin wasn't too thrilled to hear about this to say the least.

_{R E G A I L I A.}

---

Arin is not synced with Entrasi, her Aeon, and this is reflective in how she carries herself in combat. She still clings tightly to old skills and tactics; she fights like a moral human rather than utilizing the powers of a SOLDIER. As such she is only trained with one skill ready for battle at this time. Even then she definitely belongs at the very front, and she is no stranger to the battlefield. She tends to aggressively push the enemy, charging forth with her shotgun paving the way, and she not afraid to personally meet her opponents. Make no mistake, however, Arin isn't a mindless berserker; if you tell her to pull back she would without question, at least under normal conditions.

In terms of equipment her most important and notable piece of gear is a powerful shotgun, affectionately referred to as the "Doorknocker" by Arin. It is a modified automatic shotgun that packs quite the hefty punch that also can be loaded with standard buckshot and armor-piercing slugs. These slugs aren't the most accurate, yet they can dig deep into most armors. Arin wears light weight armor that allows for fast and agile movement, factors vital for a shotgunner on the run. She also carries a combat knife that's she well trained to use.

_{Hell's Chamber [Fury, Destructive, Predatory] A single target is consumed in a concentrated column of a fire. This pillar would continue to persist for another minute at which point the target would have presumably had long perished in the flames.}

_{A E O N.}

---

Entrasi

Red/Green _{[Unbound, Predatory, Temperamental, Savage]}

Entrasi was a paradox of a being, while his body was made of a material very similar to wood his entire form smolders with an eternal fire, perhaps even completely enveloped in these flames in the past. He took on the appearance of a giant humanoid but bent with bestial savagery, hunched over rather than standing straight up like a human. Numerous trials have shown that recovered samples of Entrasi's "skin" is perfectly fireproof, and impossible to cut though conventional means. There is much uncertainty as to what Entrasi represented, but he was obviously a uncontrollable force of nature.

_{C O R E.}

---

_LANCER

_{O V E R D R I V E.}

---

Forest of Immolation

Arin gathers the raw might of Entrasi and from that explodes forth a supernova of fire, enough to cover a full city block. Then from beneath the ground would burst forth a labyrinth of throned vines, burning with the fury of Entrasi and suffocates everything caught in it's rampant growth. Arin herself would remain safe within this Forest of Immolation where the vines would form a protective dome around her, however she would also be knocked unconscious, and potentially left on death's door from the sheer amount of energy exhausted.

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Finally done, and this time not accidentally posted in the CHAR tab while still unfinished.

It's the small improvements.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

“Arin Stone“

^{Twenty-three | 17th of May | 5' 11" /180 cm. | Third Class.}

_{A P P E A R A N C E.}

---

Her build is very athletic yet light where her muscles aren't particularity noticeable, although toned. Her brown hair is usually kept somewhat short out for utility purposes and for personal preferences. It also should be noted that she doesn't get it professionally cut, but instead chop it all off herself. For the most part her appearance is perfectly human, expect for the heavy scarring across her back that almost resemble burn marks and are still fresh from binding with her Aeon. Then if Arin were to hold her mouth open one could see razor sharp canines, again another side affect of becoming a SOLDIER.

Arin has simple tastes in clothing opting for what's most comfortable like tank tops or sweatpants. She doesn't exactly care to maintain a tidy of appearance, of course she bathes regularly but won't do much beyond that. When preparing for combat duties, however, Arin dresses up in a more pragmatic manner. Sleeved shirts, boots, and cargo pants is the kind of clothing she would wear underneath armor.

_{P S Y C H E.}

---

Arin Stone is best described as headstrong, highly willful and simply stubborn. She is the type who prefers to blaze her own trail only because she wants to, and enjoys the accompanying sense of freedom all the while. Arin finds great thrill in the heat of combat be it from a basic bar fight to the bloodied battlefield as it serves to be a fantastic outlet for her aggression. This is all not to say that she is a simple minded barbarian, Arin has her quiet moments too especially when given a chance to relax with individuals she trusts. Despite her wild and free personality Arin can be quite disciplined, focused solely on whatever mission she is assigned. Years spent in the military had forged a professional persona that she adopts once it is time to work, a drastically different attitude that has been known to catch many off guard.

As a brand new SOLDIER Arin quite frankly doesn't get along with her Aeon. She finds it too alien, and above all else fears that it would undermine her free will. These fears are only confirmed on the occasions when she is overtaken by intense rage and brutal savagery, these outburst are facilitated by the Aeon in question. Simply put Arin would much rather do anything she can without utilizing the might of her Aeon. She also distrusts the entire SOLDIER program itself, she never fully volunteered to join the program and sees it as a potential threat to her one day. Arin however doesn't feel the same way about other SOLDIERs, while she wouldn't lay down her life for any individual SOLDIER, she doesn't hold her current condition against any of them. Otherwise, Arin had never cared about the Dalamastice Govern, she feels neither hate, nor love towards those in charge. To her the Govern had always been this separate entity to her life. As long as they don't attempt to actively infringe on herself, well Arin doesn't care what those politicians do.

_{B A C K G R O U N D.}

---

Arin Stone comes from quite the mediocre background. She spent her early life living in Galbadia, her family was not rich or poor; snugly secure as a middle class household. Her childhood was simple and she didn't want for much, at least if her desires were within reason. Thing was Arin made for quite the tomboy, even as a young girl she kept her hair chopped short, and never wore flowery dresses if she had any say. As she grew older Arin eventually got involved in brawls with other children being the only female taking on boys around her age. Usually these bouts were friendly contests that occasionally turned violent, still it was around this time the girl discovered her natural aggression and thirst for a good fight. Too often she would return home turned purple with bruises, her clothes stained with blood, and with zero explanations. Before long a pre-teenaged Arin was pulled from public schools instead to be home schooled by her father, who was a minor researcher in his own right. This decision made by both parents was out of concern for their only daughter, that she couldn't keep getting involved in these street brawls, and for a time it seemed as if their gambit paid off. Little did they know that through a streak of rebellion Arin continued to sneak out at night. From this point forward she became very careful at hiding the bruises and other injuries from her parents.

Stability inside the Stone family collapsed when the father lost his researcher job, this occurred around when Arin was aged 17 years old. The situation rapidly grew dire, it wasn't long until he started to blame Arin for his being layoff, his reasoning for this was because she had to be home schooled he couldn't put in enough hours, or something to that affect. It was during one specific alcohol fueled argument that Arin finally ran away from home. She hadn't heard from either her father or mother since then. After that she found herself wandering the streets for a handful of months, and while a couple of friends agreed to house her for a time, she was effectively homeless. Rather than falling in with gangs, Arin decided to enlist with the army despite being underage. Perhaps her recruiter failed to catch the discrepancy with her age, perhaps he just didn't care, or maybe she only got lucky.

Arin found that her aggressiveness served her well in the armed forces after easily passing through basic training. She favored a point-man position armed with nothing more than a shotgun and a strong will to carry her. For a decent number of years Arin was quite content, even discovered a sense of purpose by serving. Life was good. That was until a particular officer approached her, his express intentions unknown. While at first he praised her fighting spirit and dedication, he then proceeded to explain a peculiar error that came up during an investigation of her initial enlistment. Arin knew exactly where he was going at, yet to her surprise he instead extended an offer to join a special program. The SOLDIER program he called it, and honestly she was left with very little wiggle room.

From there the process of binding with her Aeon had been terrifying and confusing. Arin at first found it difficult to live as a SOLDIER, but in the following weeks she made ever so slight progress in learning how to control the newly found rage surging throughout herself by utilizing sheer willpower alone. If anything she actively fights against the Aeon's influence in a desperate attempt to remain herself, yet it is a battle she is certain is lost a little more everyday. In other news since her joining the SOLDIER program, Arin had learned the one officer who blackmailed her had received a "unexpected" promotion. Arin wasn't too thrilled to hear about this to say the least.

_{R E G A I L I A.}

---

Arin is not synced with Entrasi, her Aeon, and this is reflective in how she carries herself in combat. She still clings tightly to old skills and tactics; she fights like a moral human rather than utilizing the powers of a SOLDIER. As such she is only trained with one skill ready for battle at this time. Even then she definitely belongs at the very front, and she is no stranger to the battlefield. She tends to aggressively push the enemy, charging forth with her shotgun paving the way, and she not afraid to personally meet her opponents. Make no mistake, however, Arin isn't a mindless berserker; if you tell her to pull back she would without question, at least under normal conditions.

In terms of equipment her most important and notable piece of gear is a powerful shotgun, affectionately referred to as the "Doorknocker" by Arin. It is a modified automatic shotgun that packs quite the hefty punch that also can be loaded with standard buckshot and armor-piercing slugs. These slugs aren't the most accurate, yet they can dig deep into most armors. Arin wears light weight armor that allows for fast and agile movement, factors vital for a shotgunner on the run. She also carries a combat knife that's she well trained to use.

_{Hell's Chamber [Fury, Destructive, Predatory] A single target is consumed in a concentrated column of a fire. This pillar would continue to persist for another minute at which point the target would have presumably had long perished in the flames.}

_{A E O N.}

---

Entrasi

Red/Green _{[Unbound, Predatory, Temperamental, Savage]}

Entrasi was a paradox of a being, while his body was made of a material very similar to wood his entire form smolders with an eternal fire, perhaps even completely enveloped in these flames in the past. He took on the appearance of a giant humanoid but bent with bestial savagery, hunched over rather than standing straight up like a human. Numerous trials have shown that recovered samples of Entrasi's "skin" is perfectly fireproof, and impossible to cut though conventional means. There is much uncertainty as to what Entrasi represented, but he was obviously a uncontrollable force of nature.

_{C O R E.}

---

_LANCER

_{O V E R D R I V E.}

---

Forest of Immolation

Arin gathers the raw might of Entrasi and from that explodes forth a supernova of fire, enough to cover a full city block. Then from beneath the ground would burst forth a labyrinth of throned vines, burning with the fury of Entrasi and suffocates everything caught in it's rampant growth. Arin herself would remain safe within this Forest of Immolation where the vines would form a protective dome around her, however she would also be knocked unconscious, and potentially left on death's door from the sheer amount of energy exhausted.