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@Razqua, It's not a bad idea, but it's somewhat important that the beast that killed Yasil's old master was slain in the battle. However, would definitely be believable that she'd heard of Ragnos, hell maybe even went out of her way to avoid it or something of the like.
Yasil ate alone. She had spent many of her meals that way recently, and having only been with the Order two days, she was keen on retaining that habit, at least for a while. It was peaceful, gave her an opportunity to do a fair bit of observation -a luxury she had not yet been afforded. Thus far she'd learned...nothing. There was too much going on, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing; it was the opportunity she wanted, adventure and fame and an outlet. It was exciting, so much so that she hadn't quite gotten her bearings, but they were coming, steadily. She'd gathered that Heidrek had the biggest voice in the camp, the forgemaster was something of a creep, and now, with the newest announcement, they were to be led by this 'Silus'.
A test, was it? Good, great even, she'd been quiet and reserved since she'd arrived without even a bag to punch, she needed a good way to expend some energy. Plus, it would be a chance to start making a name for herself among the soldiers, whatever that would mean. She stood, taking her plate to the back, and then making her way outside. Her armor kept her warm, though to be fair she was used to far colder weather in the upper regions of Tachikawa, so the air served more to wake her up than anything. Her bow was slung over her shoulder, the bo staff collapsed and hanging from her belt, she was ready. Ready for what? She hadn't the vaguest idea, but she was eager to find out.
Despite all of that, on the outside she looked calm. She kept her focus on Silus once she reached the training field, as if she could somehow decipher the answers from his face. She had hard eyes, cold eyes, like icy mirrors that reflected the way she saw the world. It was one thing to look at her, it was another to be looked at by her. When the others would begin to filter in, her gaze would flick to them, a quick analyzing glance, and then return to Silus.
A test, was it? Good, great even, she'd been quiet and reserved since she'd arrived without even a bag to punch, she needed a good way to expend some energy. Plus, it would be a chance to start making a name for herself among the soldiers, whatever that would mean. She stood, taking her plate to the back, and then making her way outside. Her armor kept her warm, though to be fair she was used to far colder weather in the upper regions of Tachikawa, so the air served more to wake her up than anything. Her bow was slung over her shoulder, the bo staff collapsed and hanging from her belt, she was ready. Ready for what? She hadn't the vaguest idea, but she was eager to find out.
Despite all of that, on the outside she looked calm. She kept her focus on Silus once she reached the training field, as if she could somehow decipher the answers from his face. She had hard eyes, cold eyes, like icy mirrors that reflected the way she saw the world. It was one thing to look at her, it was another to be looked at by her. When the others would begin to filter in, her gaze would flick to them, a quick analyzing glance, and then return to Silus.
I've actually got an archer in the works right now too \o/ CS will be up shortly
EDIT: CS
Name: Yasil
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Nationality: Tachikawa
Appearance: Yasil is a fairly tall, lean-muscled and sharp-edged woman. She is very rarely seen outside of her armor, but on such occasions she often wears baggier clothes that offer easy movement. Her hair runs down to her mid back, and is a charcoal black, a stark contrast to icy blue of her eyes.
Bio: Once, Yasil had a family name. When she was young, she was put down for her pugnacious nature, her parents insisting she stay within the home to learn domestic skills. One day she would make a fine wife for a warrior, they would say. She would have none of it. In school she was a scrapper, and came home a fair number of days with blackened eyes and a bloody nose, but proud. This continued without any sign of slowing down until her thirteenth year, when she declared she would apprentice herself to a warrior from their village. Her parents, outraged but helpless to stop her, instead disowned her and sent her on her way. When she approached the warrior with her request, he declined, but she was not so easily defeated. She followed him on his journey regardless, and eventually he invited her to train with him.
The warrior was disappointed with how raw and untamed her rage was when she fought, and when the time came to begin with weapons, he was not surprised to hear her ask for a blade. Instead, he brought her a staff, metal but very light, and taught her to temper her fury with non-lethality. Despite her objections, she became very skilled with the staff, fond of the way it handled. When he finally did offer her a sword, she insisted vehemently to remain with her weapon. With the staff, she achieved temperament to her anger. He taught her to fight properly without a weapon, and this she found was strikingly brutal in comparison to the staff, which she was equal parts surprised and relieved by. With her hands, she achieved strength with her anger. It wasn’t until she was sixteen that he gave her a bow, and it wasn’t until six years later that the lessons ceased. With the bow, she achieved precision to her anger.
She was proud of who she had become, proud of her skills, and proud of her temper. What she lacked, however, was experience, and when that finally came, it did so with a price. They encountered a beast, quite literally a monster, and in the ensuing battle she lost her master. Though the beast was slain, Yasil was devastated by the loss, left wandering and alone for nearly a year before she at last left Tachikawa, and joined recently into the Order.
Now, she is fairly distant, and determined. A competitive nature has sprung up from within her, and she may find herself at times acting rashly for the sake of coming out on top. Though she is just recently joining the Order, she has already set her sights on renown and legend.
Fighting Style: With training in styles (similar) to Bajiquan and Wing Chun, Yasil is formidable in close quarters. As well, she is well-versed in the use of a bo-staff and the bow.
Equipment:
The Bo-Staff is collapsible into a single section.
Skills/Abilities: A Novice-level understanding of lightning magic, though she is still unable to utilize spells.
EDIT: CS
Name: Yasil
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Nationality: Tachikawa
Appearance: Yasil is a fairly tall, lean-muscled and sharp-edged woman. She is very rarely seen outside of her armor, but on such occasions she often wears baggier clothes that offer easy movement. Her hair runs down to her mid back, and is a charcoal black, a stark contrast to icy blue of her eyes.
Bio: Once, Yasil had a family name. When she was young, she was put down for her pugnacious nature, her parents insisting she stay within the home to learn domestic skills. One day she would make a fine wife for a warrior, they would say. She would have none of it. In school she was a scrapper, and came home a fair number of days with blackened eyes and a bloody nose, but proud. This continued without any sign of slowing down until her thirteenth year, when she declared she would apprentice herself to a warrior from their village. Her parents, outraged but helpless to stop her, instead disowned her and sent her on her way. When she approached the warrior with her request, he declined, but she was not so easily defeated. She followed him on his journey regardless, and eventually he invited her to train with him.
The warrior was disappointed with how raw and untamed her rage was when she fought, and when the time came to begin with weapons, he was not surprised to hear her ask for a blade. Instead, he brought her a staff, metal but very light, and taught her to temper her fury with non-lethality. Despite her objections, she became very skilled with the staff, fond of the way it handled. When he finally did offer her a sword, she insisted vehemently to remain with her weapon. With the staff, she achieved temperament to her anger. He taught her to fight properly without a weapon, and this she found was strikingly brutal in comparison to the staff, which she was equal parts surprised and relieved by. With her hands, she achieved strength with her anger. It wasn’t until she was sixteen that he gave her a bow, and it wasn’t until six years later that the lessons ceased. With the bow, she achieved precision to her anger.
She was proud of who she had become, proud of her skills, and proud of her temper. What she lacked, however, was experience, and when that finally came, it did so with a price. They encountered a beast, quite literally a monster, and in the ensuing battle she lost her master. Though the beast was slain, Yasil was devastated by the loss, left wandering and alone for nearly a year before she at last left Tachikawa, and joined recently into the Order.
Now, she is fairly distant, and determined. A competitive nature has sprung up from within her, and she may find herself at times acting rashly for the sake of coming out on top. Though she is just recently joining the Order, she has already set her sights on renown and legend.
Fighting Style: With training in styles (similar) to Bajiquan and Wing Chun, Yasil is formidable in close quarters. As well, she is well-versed in the use of a bo-staff and the bow.
Equipment:
Skills/Abilities: A Novice-level understanding of lightning magic, though she is still unable to utilize spells.
Hey was wondering if this was still open for new applications!
Name: Aesop
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Color: Cyan
Course: Armory: Weapons Care/Testing
Semblance: Gale - Aesop assimilates with the wind and air, able to dash, lunge, and leap with tremendous speed and power. This grants him no control over the air, but complete control over himself, allowing the acceleration of his movements.
Weapon: Fable - An odachi with a red handle and a silvery-white blade, nearly matching his own height though it is incredibly lightweight. The swords seems to hold no additional properties, and Aesop affirms this whenever the topic is approached.
Personality: Fairly easy-going, the line between "teacher" and "person" with him his blurred to the point of nonexistence. He holds a great respect for weaponry, and firmly believes the greatest hunters use them as an extension of themselves. He enjoys discussing and learning about others and their own weapons, though seems to avoid or neglect talking about his own.
Appearance: He looks like once he might have been a knight from an old story. He's tall, with tanned skin that always seems dirty or dusty, and while he's lanky, his muscle is lean. His left arm is more heavily plated than his right, but his hands are left bare on both. His lower legs are plated, as are his shoulders, but the rest of him is guarded only by baggy, flowing clothes.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Color: Cyan
Course: Armory: Weapons Care/Testing
Semblance: Gale - Aesop assimilates with the wind and air, able to dash, lunge, and leap with tremendous speed and power. This grants him no control over the air, but complete control over himself, allowing the acceleration of his movements.
Weapon: Fable - An odachi with a red handle and a silvery-white blade, nearly matching his own height though it is incredibly lightweight. The swords seems to hold no additional properties, and Aesop affirms this whenever the topic is approached.
Personality: Fairly easy-going, the line between "teacher" and "person" with him his blurred to the point of nonexistence. He holds a great respect for weaponry, and firmly believes the greatest hunters use them as an extension of themselves. He enjoys discussing and learning about others and their own weapons, though seems to avoid or neglect talking about his own.
Appearance: He looks like once he might have been a knight from an old story. He's tall, with tanned skin that always seems dirty or dusty, and while he's lanky, his muscle is lean. His left arm is more heavily plated than his right, but his hands are left bare on both. His lower legs are plated, as are his shoulders, but the rest of him is guarded only by baggy, flowing clothes.
I'm gonna agree with Asura here, the involvement of canon characters in an AU RP like this tends to just complicate things.
He didn't get very far before he realized he didn't know the layout of the school at all. Where was he going to go and not get lost? If he was embarrassed now, he didn't want to imagine how it'd be if he needed assistance getting back to his room. So Auriel's voice was a bit of a bittersweet relief. It was certainly unexpected, no one ever followed when he stormed out, not unless they wanted to rub in the loss. Is that what he was here to do? Auriel didn't seem the type for that, but he'd been surprised a few times today already.
But no, that wasn't the case. He turned to face the leader of the team, even if he couldn't quite look him in the eyes, and listened to what he said. It felt like a lecture, but really, that's what it was. What was he supposed to say that he could? He'd set himself up too early, and now there was too much to dance around and avoid to give a legitimate, solid answer. Auriel was more correct than he'd thought, this would not be easy.
"Fine." He felt his whole body shudder conceding to that, and he straightened back up, adjusting his shirt, and then his scarf. I'm...sorry."
His throat felt raw saying it, but he knew the options were slim, and he'd made a mistake acting how he had. He kept as straight a face as he could and proceeded once again towards the room, stopping as he passed Auriel and spinning about on his heel. A finger extended out at him.
"No one else knows I said that, and I'll deny it to the grave."
But no, that wasn't the case. He turned to face the leader of the team, even if he couldn't quite look him in the eyes, and listened to what he said. It felt like a lecture, but really, that's what it was. What was he supposed to say that he could? He'd set himself up too early, and now there was too much to dance around and avoid to give a legitimate, solid answer. Auriel was more correct than he'd thought, this would not be easy.
"Fine." He felt his whole body shudder conceding to that, and he straightened back up, adjusting his shirt, and then his scarf. I'm...sorry."
His throat felt raw saying it, but he knew the options were slim, and he'd made a mistake acting how he had. He kept as straight a face as he could and proceeded once again towards the room, stopping as he passed Auriel and spinning about on his heel. A finger extended out at him.
"No one else knows I said that, and I'll deny it to the grave."
#VoteAuriel2016 "Cut the Shit"
Emlyn was dumbstruck, every word that left Auriel's mouth was met with incredulity. Of all the people there, he'd at least expected support from him. By reflex he jumped down off of the bunk and took a step towards Auriel, eyes full of a flaring anger that would have, most of the time, been followed up by a screaming rebut. But this wasn't school, anymore, he didn't have his crowd 'friends' to back him up, or skew the confrontation in his favor. In fact, he was terrifyingly outmatched here, and he took another moment to reassess Auriel. Emlyn was a twig by comparison, he doubted he could take more than one or two punches from him, and then there were the other two.
The worst case scenario played out in his mind, and the anger in his eyes flickered out as quickly as the immediate regret could fill its place. He retraced the step as fast as he could manage, and a hand clutched at his scarf. For a moment, he wondered if it was too late, and the further confrontation was immanent regardless.
But then there was laughing.
First it came from Jack, which was a grating enough sound alone, but then Savan joined him and it became maddeningly confusing. They were laughing after that? Unbelievable. Half of the team suffered from ADHD and Auriel had the nerve to call him the child? How ridiculous.
Of course, the justifications he scrounged together didn't stop the embarrassment from flooding his cheeks. He went red, which didn't compliment the disbelief on his face well. He lowered his head to hide it, and was caught for a few moments by indecision. His mind led him one direction, his feet another, and the conflict held him in place until the tension released and he went scurrying to the door, mumbling some inaudible curses before vanishing out of the room.
The worst case scenario played out in his mind, and the anger in his eyes flickered out as quickly as the immediate regret could fill its place. He retraced the step as fast as he could manage, and a hand clutched at his scarf. For a moment, he wondered if it was too late, and the further confrontation was immanent regardless.
But then there was laughing.
First it came from Jack, which was a grating enough sound alone, but then Savan joined him and it became maddeningly confusing. They were laughing after that? Unbelievable. Half of the team suffered from ADHD and Auriel had the nerve to call him the child? How ridiculous.
Of course, the justifications he scrounged together didn't stop the embarrassment from flooding his cheeks. He went red, which didn't compliment the disbelief on his face well. He lowered his head to hide it, and was caught for a few moments by indecision. His mind led him one direction, his feet another, and the conflict held him in place until the tension released and he went scurrying to the door, mumbling some inaudible curses before vanishing out of the room.
Daaaaaaaaaaaym
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