Dragonbud

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

@Zugzwang Be strong! I have a week of freedom myself before classes start for me.

EDIT: This might been a good opportunity for team three to think of a plan lol

The Fate of Lucumbro

@Kafka Komedy Do you have an estimated time for when the IC is coming out?

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

@Zugzwang Do you want us to wait for everyone to post before posting again?

The Fate of Lucumbro

Morada officiates the wedding. Orc weddings include a lot of fighting and bloodshed.

The Fate of Lucumbro

@Kafka Komedy Were these instructions written or verbal? Because Morada cant read lol

The Fate of Lucumbro

I've had an idea for a first post that starts me in a tavern, is that fine?

The Fate of Lucumbro

Yeah my character is a drifter as well, basically an aggressive tax collector at this point.

The Fate of Lucumbro

Morada

Morada

Gender: Female
Age: 28
Race: Half-Orc

Equipment

• Great Axe - Morada's pride and joy, the only good thing to come out of her military training in her opinion. It's incredible heavy and requires quite a bit of heft in order to swing. But it's weight comes in handy, making it devastating to be hit by. Some lightweight or unaware enemies can be sent flying by it's force.
• Javelins - While Morada prefers to get up close and personal with her enemies, she also enjoys a bit of target practice. With enough wind up and preparation Morada can easily throw the javelin 60ft with surprisingly good accuracy.
• Cloth Armor - Aligning with her nomadic and barbaric childhood Morada refuses to wear any armor, claiming that it gets in the way. She doesn't like how heavy and weighed down she feels in metal armor.
• Bear Tooth Necklace - A gift from her Tribe's Leader as a way to remind her where her roots are.

Abilities

• N/A Unless RAGE counts.

Talents

• Barbarian - In combat Morada can channel her primal anger into her strength, making her hits hit harder while making her harder to hit. The longer she is engaged in combat, or if the battle is particularly dangerous, her rage builds and builds into a deadly frenzy.
• Survival - Years of living out in the Wilds has made Morada quite the survivalist. She can forage and hunt, track, and create livable shelter with very little man-made supplies.

Personality: Morada has a big and intimidating personality to match her big and intimidating exterior. For the most part Morada is quiet and always watching with a scowl on her face. Most people wouldn't assume Morada is a good person, Morada doesn't even think she is a good person. She just follows her orders. Her people, and those who can get to know her, know that she wants what is best for those she calls Friend.

She still has trouble understanding the rules of civilized society. She tears into her food without care for manners, snarls and curses at anyone she believes deserves it, and, rarely says please or thank you. Morada often doesn't feel fulfilled or important unless she is in battle. Morada was bred, born, and raised to be a warrior and feels pretty useless in any situation other then combat or hard labor. This feeling of importance only lasts until the battle is over and the rage has no other outlet.

Biography:

Morada's origins are murky at best. It's common knowledge that Half-Orcs are born out of...less then favorable outcomes for Human Females. Morada stands as a living warning for women who journey off the mountain passes alone. Thus, Morada never knew her mother, and no man stepped forward to be her father. Once Morada was old enough to feed herself she was left to her own raising. Life in the Orc Tribe was difficult, especially for one like her with 'thinner blood'. Morada learned from an early age that the only thing to keeping herself alive was her fists and her anger.

But just as Morada was starting to proove herself to her Tribe tragedy struck. Morada was twelve years old when a troop of Lucumbroian Soldiers was sent in to eradicate the Orc Tribe that had been endangering trade through the mountains. Over half the tribe was either wiped out or scattered. Several members, including Morada, were taken captive. When her captors discovered Morada's age they faced an ethical dilemma, and decided to put her in the custody of a powerful Lapi Sorcerer.

The Sorcerer attempted to teach Morada about Magic, hoping to give the girl a better quality of life. But Morada was far too impatient and weak willed to be able to control Lapi. She had also been caught several times trying to escape the Sorcerers home, each attempt getting more and more dangerous. After only a year of living with the young Half-Orc the Sorcerer began to fear for his life, and sent Morada along.

Morada was returned to the Human army, where she remained for five years. They figured if she couldn't figure out magic she would be able to figure out combat. With any luck she would be some sort of super soldier. Morada excelled in physical combat, her anger channeling into powerful attacks. But she refused to wear armor, and was poor at taking directions. She still upheld her rebellious Orc Blood. Her rebellious and freedom seeking nature came at an all time high when she was sent with a squadron of soldiers outside the city.

The group was sent to the mountains, the very mountains Morada once lived in, to help escort a trade caravan. Morada found this as her opportunity to finally earn her freedom. In the night she slipped away from the group, threatening the man on watch with death if she was followed. It didn't take long for Morada to find her old Tribe, who welcomed her back gladly. She was painted as a hero who went to the Civilized world, and returned to the Wilds.

Morada was glad to be home, but something felt different in her. As a Half-Orc she struggled to find where she truly fit in. She didn't feel like she was part of the Civilized world or the Wilds. By the end of her Twenty Second year Morada left her Tribe, unable to resist her urge to find her place. She told her Tribe that she was searching for her true strength, and that she would someday return with it.

The Kingdom of Lucumbro was her destination, and this time she was going there of her own free will. Morada settled down in the slums of a city, selling her services as a mercenary and a bodyguard. She doesn't mind the small home she lives in, or the fighting for money. But Morada can't shake the feeling that she was meant for something more.

Other: Morada cannot read or write, this embarrasses her greatly. She's trying to learn but finds it difficult to stay focused on learning.

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

Meral Dandee

When the options for missions had been announced it was a clear choice for Meral. The Ball sounded absolutely dreadful. She would have had to dress up and pretend to be happy to see a gaggle of rich folks, all profiting off the hard work of others. And the likelihood of running into a Schnee representative was just high enough to keep Meral away. Helping the Military Police didn't seem like all too bad an option, compared to the Ball. She would have actively been helping people while simultaneously being able to work beside her best friend in the whole wide world.

But the third option really got Meral excited.

A low key an casual gathering of sorts. There was a mention of music and dancing and food, all of Meral's favorite things. And the best part, it was all for promoting peace.

Meral had quietly broken away from the group of Hunters and Huntresses, claiming that she was going to grab a quick snack before their act. The girl navigated the crowd with ease, slipping between conversations and groups of people easily. And even though her outfit and the Pickaxe hefted over her shoulder caused her to stand out, the general feeling of the crowd was pleasant and fun loving. A few people even waved or smiled at her as she passed, gestures she happily returned.

She found herself away from the hustle and bustle, a small alleyway away from the noise of the music and the crowd. Meral allowed her smile to slip away for a moment as she fumbled through her pockets with growing anxiety. After a moment of sifting through gun wrappers and loose change Meral pulled her Scroll out of her jacket pocket.

She glanced upon the screen with a look of growing worry.

NO MISSED CALLS. NO MESSAGES.

The ever tightening feeling in her stomach relaxed a little. Nothing was going wrong on her friends mission. She would have called if it had turned sour.

Meral put away her scroll, leaning up against the alleyway wall.

"She'll call me when she's home. She'll call me when she's home."

She muttered over and over as she tried to rid herself of her anxiety over her friend's wellbeing. After a few moments of quiet meditation Meral found that she was ready to return to the festivities. As she was about to move out of the alleyway she felt her Scroll vibrate in her pocket. Her skin immediately went cold as her mind filled with every negative outcome. With shaking hands Meral pulled out her Scroll, seeing the message from Perry.

A relieved smile found itself onto Meral's face. She jumped up and down for a moment, hugging her scroll to her chest. She quickly sent a message back to her friend, wishing her luck as well. At the end of the text she sent a variety of happy face stickers and thumbs up. With that last bit of fear and uncertainty gone Meral was ready for anything.

As she made her way back to the group of Hunters and Huntresses, only briefly being distracted by a platter of treats, of which she took a mouthful, Meral took a moment to enjoy the feeling of unity through the crowd.

And it was about to get all the more unified.

As the Bull Faunus took the stage Meral began cheering loud and unabashedly, flashing the young man huge smiles and thumbs up. In her eyes it was extremely brave of him to preform, and she just knew it in her heart that he was going to do great.

Meral found herself mesmerized in his performance for awhile, the normally loud girl falling completely silent.

"Man..." She thought. "I wish Perry was here to see this!"

She tore her eyes and ears away from the Faunus' singing long enough to get the debriefing from the Mistress of Ceremonies.

The redheaded woman's way of speaking was getting Meral more and more excited for what was coming up. She looked around at the other Hunters and Huntresses around her. They would be working together! It might be wise to discuss tactics with each other. But that was just a passing thought in Meral's excited head. These people wanted a show. And they were going to get one!

Meral smiled in her infectious way, looking around at the other Hunters and Huntresses.

"Who's ready to make a scene in the name of peace and unity?"

She stuck out her outstretched hand, hoping others would do the same. The classic 'beginning of a sport game' gesture would translate well to 'beginning of a staged Grimm hunt'. She racked her brain for a cool phrase to chant at the end of a three second countdown.

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

Meral is gonna chill in the third group!