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Living in the Town of Arryn

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Living in the Town of Arryn

-Emlyn-

Emlyn had missed the town meeting, though in his own defense the time had been set quite early and he'd needed more time to prepare his wardrobe for the day. The subject of the meeting wouldn't be too terribly hard to guess, people had chattered about the death of the D'finn woman, and he'd listened. Tragedy it was, truly a tragedy, to lose such an old member of their little society. But, he had just the outfit in mind to flaunt for the day.

It had been a while since he'd done a darker-colored set -a tragedy in of itself, he looked damn good in black. But, morbidity governed his wardrobe, and what he donned was an elegant and intricate uniform consisting of every hue of gray to black and even a touch of purple, for that little ethereal flare. He wore a long-and-wide sleeved shirt, and a vest, black as night, with silver lines that flowered off from the base all the way to his shoulders. A drape adorned his waist that fell behind his legs like coat tails that did not end, with a black exterior and a deeper gray interior. The most ridiculous piece -for the always was such a thing- was a shoulder mount, which consisted of a spaulder like piece, equally dark as the rest of his clothes. Flared off of the top like sunbeams were four meticulously spaced feathers, each a varying shade of violet. Then as always, the rather tacky pink scarf was wrapped 'round his neck and tucked securely.

He preened for a while, making sure everything was in place just as it needed to be. Had to look proper when death was about. By the time he'd left his shop, he caught site of the people exiting the town hall en masse. He might have made a subtle pose, but he had a destination in mind and had put enough time into practicing that he was sure enough he could retain his aesthetic on the move. Much to his pleasure, he saw many of the crowd proceeding to the ice cream shop; now he could show off and get his drink.

There was a familiar face among them, though distantly familiar. He was bad with the names of those that weren't directly influential to him, but he was sure it began with a "K", or perhaps an "L"? Lisa? Kayla? Kari? Bah, he'd maneuver it out of her if he needed it. Which he might have, as it turned out; Rose, along with Connor, and Kira's apparent company, Roland didn't appear as though they planned on sticking around. His smile faded for a moment. Pity, he was certainly craving a cold drink.

"Hello~!" he greeted, giving a wide wave that ended in a bow to those present. "I'm terribly sorry I missed the meeting this morning, Roland, I hope your father will understand. So, has a verdict been reached? Was poor Mary truly murdered?"

Living in the Town of Arryn

Hey all, just got approved, very excited to be a part of the RP! Gonna be gone for most of the day today, but should be back within a reasonable time tonight, so figured posting the character sheet couldn't hurt \o/

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Name: Emlyn Jyri Ampelion

Gender: Male

Age: Stopped at 17 (22-years total)

Species: Fey

Bloodline(s): Eiichi

Job/Occupation: Tailor. Emlyn creates a myriad of bright and colorful clothing. Though often the pieces are obnoxiously impractical, they are certainly flashy, and that, to him, is perhaps the most important facet of his work.

Skills: Emlyn’s most notable skill is perhaps one of his only ones; he has a knack for manipulation. While some of his peers might have taken their ineptitude for lying as a calling for truthfulness, Emlyn instead viewed it as a challenge. As such, it’s hard to ever really get a straight answer out of him.
When it comes to magic, he’s something of a let-down. He never took to spell-casting, never could channel his inner energies quite strictly enough to perform any impressive feats. But he’s clever, and so finds himself leaning more upon runic magic when he must.
As for physical prowess; there’s none to speak of. He learned to dance and sing before he learned to throw a punch, and that arguably is what ruined his combative potential.

Other: When he was seventeen, Emlyn’s half-fey sister was felled by sickness. He has gone through a great deal of trouble to remove himself from the incident, never mentioning that he ever had a sister to others since. Not a long stretch, considering she lived far away by then. But the event doubtlessly changed him; Emlyn was always a manipulative boy, but after her death these traits only seemed to escalate. Now, he’s overly proud, attention-hungry, and ostentatiously flamboyant on top of everything else.

Appearance: A fop if ever there was one. Emlyn himself isn't incredibly interesting; he’s of average height with thin, wiry limbs. His eyes are a vibrant, but icy blue –perhaps his only notable, “natural” feature. He’s done some work on his hair, which he has let grow long, and full. For the most part it is dyed a dark blue, save for a bundle that hangs down in a bouncy tail around the back of his neck, which is dyed purple.
His clothes are of equally ridiculous designs –all his own. From blindingly bright vests to spauldered shirts, to capes and waist-drapes, there’s nothing in his wardrobe that isn’t designed to grab attention, positive or not.
The only consistent piece of clothing that seems to carry on from outfit to outfit is a garishly pink scarf, a few sizes too small, always tied around his neck.

Physical Strength: 2
Mental Strength: 15
Technological Skills: 2
Auric Strength: 5
Spell Casting: 2
Rune Making: 4

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

Jackdaw brought his pistol back up when the insects began to charge again, catching sight of the towering ones remaining further back. There was no doubt in her mind then that they had some importance, some connection to whatever method was being used to control the horde. However there was no way anyone could get through the mass of insects there. Never had she sat down to really think about how vast millions of a thing could be, and now she was being shown just how overwhelming it was.

The closer they approached the less she liked their odds. Millions, literally millions. They didn't have that sort of ammunition, hell, they didn't have that sort of /fire/. Numbers like that would snuff out any flame through sheer mass; they were sitting ducks watching a fuse crawl closer and closer with each passing moment.

"This is useless, we need to figure out how to reestablish communications, now, or these things are going to overrun us!" she shouted, breaking from her position and making her way to Rennac, though her attention turned to the nearest colonist. "Where's your communications' center?"

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Jackdaw released the trigger as the horde came to a screeching halt. For a massive army to come to a halt in unison; it reminded her much of a hivemind. She of course had no actual idea as to the make up of the insects' structure, but to her, a move like that was indicative of a higher power. She scanned the immediate horde for any odd-looking ones, though quit the idea immediately. Why would a leader put themselves amongst the drones? If something was controlling them, or commanding them, it couldn't be too close.

She stepped back as the colonists began to poor the tar-like substance down the side of the walls. Fire? Maybe. Not a bad idea, though she wished they'd have led with that, really. With a few brief moments of peace, she dropped the empty clip from her pistol and reloaded.

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Jackdaw, if she was unnerved by the sight of the insectoid army, did not show it. Her sentinel gaze did not waver from the horde, though beneath her helmet her eyes narrowed, unsure. She leveled her aim, swapping from one spot to another; she knew she could hit one -how could she not?- but what use would it be? Her pistol might kill a dozen or so, but after that how could she expect to survive in that in close range?

Those thoughts lasted only a few moments before being shoved away. She had no room, no time, and no patience for second guesses. She had a job to do, and she'd do it. If they got close, they would die; by her hands and the hands of the others.

With that conviction, she opened fire on the first few that got close enough to her range.

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

The pistol wasn't much. She had spare clips, but those were limited. Her knife was the only other weapon on her,aside from her fists, and claws, which she was very well-versed in. Was she afraid? No. Not in the slightest. But going up against an enemy of substantial size under-equipped was not an ideal scenario for her.

But she would make due. She'd adapted before, she could do it again. Even though she'd been itching to get going for so long she was quite ready to be done with this; injured teammates, idiotic colonists, and the company of those she was not entirely fond of was starting to wear on her. At least she had somewhere to aim her aggression.

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

Jackdaw's mechanical gaze snapped to Six as he spoke up, and she looked him over. Did he...was he unarmed? Was that a knife? All he had on him was a knife? She had half a mind to yell at him for being unprepared. He was an infiltrator, and unarmed.

But they were running out of time, and at this point the yelling would solve nothing. She flipped the safety on broadly so he could see he'd need to flip it back off, and then tossed the rifle over to him, and pulled the sidearm from her hip.

"Break it you die," she said flatly, and then returned her focus outward.

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

Jackdaw huffed while the colonists whined like children. No wonder this place had fallen so easily, with only one among them seemingly competent, she was surprised this many had survived. Though it took her by surprise, she was almost thankful for the screeches; at the very least it served to shut the others up and get them moving.

She held her rifle up again, sparing not another moment. Whatever these things were, they were close. She'd held perimeters before, so up on the walls she knew to space herself out from those next to her. First thing she did was check the wall beneath her, making sure there was nothing already clambering up. Then she brought the sight on her rifle up and looked out into the distance. She wasn't a sniper, but she could hit a target running at them once it got close enough.

It was about damn time something happened. She was a hair's breadth away from beating the ever-living hell out of the next sod that irked her. Of course, she could restrain herself, but even drugged up and encased in metal she was still human.

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Yeah that's what I was thinking too lol, it's a handy tool for sure.