FallenTrinity

Samhain Intrigues

Will fix me CS tomorrow to fit rp

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

Piotheit

Location: Nero

Footsteps seemed to echo through the cavern as a gentleman seemed to sauter through with flawless grace, whistling a rather upbeat tune in an area where death's veil seemed to lay like dew on the grass in Vrondi's morning sun. Brown leather boots trend along the cavern walkway with the occasional swish of the khaki colored pants. The figure adorned with a nice long sleeved white shirt, overlaid with a slightly longer azure and golden coat whose split tail flapped with every other footstep. In its hand a rather well maid looking box, designed in a deep redwood embellished by golden trim and accented with a few gems, ruby satin and silk fabrics. The hand that held this case was embellished with a few golden rings.

Its hair was white, short and seemed to bounce ever so slightly along the journey towards Nero's capital. His eyes glowed a dim silver as the dim light of the tunnel reflected off of his iris and quickly darted to the right as out of the shadows a cloaked figure stepped forward, a piece of parchment in hand, rolled and tied closed. He stepped forward and handed it to the figure who gave a pleasant smile.

"You know what you're doing, right? Nero isn't some jolly walk through Gaia, especially if you're looking for them..." The figure didn't even acknowledge the question as he untied the parchment, unrolled it and glanced over it but not before setting down the semi-large case. A bit of a toothy smirk etched on the side of its mouth. The cloaked figure stayed silent for a moment before speaking up.

"So...Piotheit...About the payment-" The silver haired figure glanced up from his parchment, his smile dropping ever so slightly.

"Look, it wasn't easy for me to get my hands on that information and I nearly died getting a hold of it. I want double of the initial offer..." The white-eyed figure stayed silent for another moment before nodding and put away the note before stepping away.

"He- Hey! Wait! What did I say! Grrrrrr....TAKE ANOTHER STEP AND ILL END YOUR WRETCHED LIFE WYRM!" Piotheit stopped, raising his head as he looked at the ceiling of the cavern.

"Ahhh...Very well. Sadly however, I gave you the last of my gold so I don't have much to offe-" His voice seemed to be as smooth as the sea yet held this aura around it. Young, spry and with a bit of wisdom and experience. He was mischievous and rather innocent in his words but the cloaked figure wasn't about to let him go.

"Empty your pockets..." Piotheit cocked his head to the side as the sound of a shtinnng could be heard from the cloaked figure drawing his short sword. Piotheit's posture changed as did his tone of voice with slight irritation leading the words.

"...Very well..." As he emptied his pocket, his right hand seemed to let off a light green light before fading away, causing the clocked swordsman to step forward, pointing his blade at Piotheit. He stopped and turned his head towards the figure with a light smile.

"Sorry, it was just a pocket of holding I activated. Not to worry....Ah...here it is." Carefully he removed his hand from his inner pocket and withdrew what appeared to be a small gold and red box with a dragon embellishing the top of it.

"What's that?" Piotheit's eyes widened ever so slightly as a bit of emotion escaped his usual eerie smile.

"This? What is this? This is one of my most prized possessions. A music box from a noble Seraphim family, forged from gold, Ashwood and embellished by ruby, violet and azure fabrics and gems. It should be worth the extra payment for your endeavors. But may I ask, before I hand it to you that I give it a listen one last time?" The cloaked figure stared at him for a moment before begrudgingly nodding. Piotheit gave a slight bow before cupping the bottom of it with his left hand and gentle held his other hand over the lid and opened it.

The silver haired man stared at the small angel that seemed to rotate on the platform. It was molded in a position that made it seem as if it was dancing in the air. As the sound echoed through the cavern, two small clicks were heard before the sound of small footsteps seemed to vanish into the darkness of the shadows. This caused the cloaked figure to flinch and spin around to see....

Nothing....

Nothing but the empty cavern that laid behind him. However, he looked closer and his eyes widened. The case that the white haired man was carrying was not open and empty. Inside of it, there seemed to be a molding for a small figure but he couldn't be sure.

"Music-" The cloaked figure turned around to face Piotheit, eyes narrowed.

"You have to admire music. The synchronization of strings, pipes, brass or percussion. It's art. The box that I hold in my hand is another form of art. The intricacy of its design and the effort it took to make sure each side was symmetrical. Even making sure the little bumpy roller inside is tuned to the right notes takes time. It takes skilled hands to make such a piece. The simple and sometimes overlooked life of an artist." He looked up at the cloaked figure with a new look and this new look caused the cloaked figure to flinch. Slowly, Piotheit began to move towards him.

"You see. I am a bit of an artist myself but my art comes in a different form, a rather, unorthodox form to say the least. A form that took years upon years of preparation and dedication to perfect. I found my inspiration from a little Nayu Girl some time long ago." The cloaked figure started to move back, away from Piotheit.

"I saw her with a seraphim. She had taken out one of my procurers with swift haste and I found myself in awe with her. So I set out to make something similar. It took time but I managed to acquire my own. It took time to make but I had perfected her." His eyes seemed to go from a dim white to a lunar with wisps of ethereal like smoke in the corners of his eyes. Soon Piotheit was in front of him but the man couldn't move, paralyzed in fear.

"Isabelle....Would you care to do the honor please?" With what could only be described as the sound of bending metal, a rather large scythe escaped the darkness from the side of the cloaked figure, with the tip of the blade barely grazing Piotheit's nose before lobbing off the figure's head. As it passed through the skin, the figure inhaled deeply as the light quickly left its eyes, along with its soul which entered into the scythe's edge. immediately afterwards, in the darkness off to the side, to small white eyes seemed to glow for a moment before fading with the sound of falling woods and metals.

"Ah, there you are Isabelle. Please, hurry along, we have a bit of a trip ahead of us." He said as he glanced back over at his case, small fingers closing it behind him. His smile remained on the case before he looked back at the decapitated figure with a condescending look before withdrawing a small emerald.

"Maybe next time you ask for a raise it will be to a necromancer...Come Isabelle, we have much work to be done." He pivoted on his heels before walking over to his case and picking it up, continuing on towards the Capital of Nero. The upbeat tune once again filling the cavern pathway as his sounds faded into the tunnel.

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@Skepic

God I missed your Alexis :D

Wrath of Darkness

Pulling out his scope he looked down into the crater, rather disgusted by what he saw. It wasn't that he cared about the Wild Men, he didn't see why he should, but rather at the brutality they were using towards their false idols. It sickened him. He began to wonder if this is what it truly was like back in the ancient times because the longer he stared the more he felt like it was.

"If any of you don't mind I would much rather keep pressing on..." He suggested until Jake told them to wait to which he shook his head.

"Fine..." A grimace met his mouth as he continued to look down into the crater. Some of the others spoke up, with Matt sarcastically suggesting hookers without a condom was safer than going towards the massive obsidian like structure to which Nathan chuckled and nodded.

"Heheh yeah, while playing Russian roulette. I saw if we survive this we give Russian roulette a try, might bring us back from the insanity, heheh." Nate quipped. As they neared it the hair on Nathan's back began to stand, he could feel it through the skin and it seemed the Duvari he was on could feel it too as it started to seem a bit skittish. But as they neared it Nathan looked up at it. It was massive, beautiful in design but with such an eerie presence he dared not go near it and mostly everyone agreed, save for Nasri. As she grew close, Nate bolted for Nasri.

"Goddammit don't touch it!" As he moved in for he extended his arm out in an attempt to grab her and move away.

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

Piotheit

Pi’otheit

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder my dear and my work is beauty absolute. The intricacy, the effort put into a single piece….Each cantrip uttered, rune drawn, spell made. It is perfection above perfection.

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Age

2000+

Blood

100% Dragon

Gender

M

Sex Preference

Hetero

Height

15’ (5’10")

Length

60 (5’10" Shapeshifted)

Weight

15 Tonnes

Apparel and Appearance

Shapshifted Form

Personality

The workings of Piotheit’s mind at a glance can be considered spry and welcoming. Preferring to keep his intentions and ambitions hidden behind a rather peculiar smile and warm eyes. A serene aura envelopes this dragon of charisma and wisdom as he is shown to be quite bright, witty and somewhat charming. However, at a closer inspection of his psyche, his true emotions and intentions are arcane at best. Seemingly welcoming, he is quite distant from descendants in his interactions with them and tends to look at them with subtle contempt and denigration, almost to the level that would put them as equals to dirt. Of course, he rarely shows this in the public's eye so not to draw attention to himself unless those he speaks to pays close attention to his words or mannerisms. He portrays himself as a kind Dragonlord of old but with that unsettling smile and analytical eyes, he does tend to instill a sense of unease into those who are perceptive to body language and have a familiarity to the psyche. He is a genius in his own right but one that is layered with narcissistic, sociopathic and psychotic tendencies, and topped with a superiority complex.

Piotheit is a bit of a tinkerer and an admirer of magic, finding fascination within the construction and deconstruction of things, organic or inorganic and the implementations of spells and runes on said “specimens”. Having been a member of the Magoi allowed him access to vast knowledge of runes, enchantments and spells. Furthermore, having lived in Tearianaris after the war, he had picked up the love of technology and its mechanics behind it. With this, he became quite the student of both, finding prodigy like impressions in both fields. However, due to his harbored disdain for anything not full blooded dragon, and moreso those who were of angelic descent, he this two loves to begin his more sinister work, work that he finds to be “true beauty, true art.” His work is absolute and those who frown upon it is eyed as his next new design.

Faction

Unknown but hints to possible Therosi and Dolofon affiliations. Rumored to have contacts in Aion as well but evidence is infinitesimal.

Exp

Unlike his brother Suleykaar who spent years upon years fighting and training in combative magic, he had gone the other route and stuck strictly to magic in its entirety. This was accompanied by his love of creating new pieces of art. With creating new art, he had learned through extensive trial and error the anatomy of descendants and dragons alike, through their bloodlines their weaknesses and strengths and how to manipulate them to his advantage. Although not versed in the combative arts, that is not to say he hasn’t seen combat nor been in it but rather prefers to sidestep it where possible. Through the years he has also had to keep to the shadows as the Taxis are also looking for him with the help of the Magoi, so stealth and evasive tactics are some of his well educated traits along with deception, manipulation and negotiation.

Spells

• Sphere of Reflection: A sphere of disruptive magic meant to nullify any incoming magic or magic that he currently stands within (i.e Magic with an area of effect).
• Shatter: A spell on the mind. Coming in through the form of transparent bolt, it enters the mind and quickly releases a surge of energy directly to the psyche, disorienting, confusing and causing great pain to the receiver of the blast. It has a potential to render the opponent unable to move.
• The Fatal Lullaby: One of his most powerful and intricate spells. It involves himself, a music box and his masterpiece, Isabelle Leblanc the doll. Upon his body are runes etched in for control and identical ones are carved into the box itself but in such a way it simply looks like an art design. The runes on his body and the box help control the doll. The box itself amplifying this ability to allow almost paranormal like movement to the doll and less strain on Piotheit’s reserves.

Abilities/Powers

• Shapeshifting
• Heat manipulation
• Cold manipulation
• Heat conjuration
• Cold conjuration
• Fire manipulation
• Frost manipulation
• Metal dense claws
• Regeneration
• Stone hard scales
• Fire breath
• Frost breath
• Metal dense teeth
• Metal dense horns
• Heat resistant scales
• Cold resistant scales
• Binocular vision
• Smell detection
• Dragon wings & tail
• Stealthy
• Deceptive]
• Persuasive
• Flexibility

Weapon

Viper

A weapon of his own design, it is made of enchanted gold and crystal and gives off a blackish green hue from within. It is has been imbued with necrotic magic.

Music Box

From the home of the Leblanc family, more specifically, Little Isabelle Leblanc, it acts as the catalyst to The Fatal Lullaby. Piotheit pours his magical essence into the music box itself, winding up the tune and starting the music, which in turn makes the doll move. So long as he is connected to the music box, his magic reserves aren’t significantly impacted. The doll acts and reacts when he wants and how quickly he wants with each note from the tune carrying multiple frequencies meant for different muscle movements and reactions. He can “program” said box for different things and can be activated or deactivated at any interval of time from a decent distance. It is enchanted an imbued with runes to help resist physical and magical damage with a back-up security system involving multiple fire, lightning, necrotic and runes and enchantments meant to cause massive harm to those who attempt to destroy it or, more specifically, break its initial runes. There is such an easy and interesting way in shutting this box off without such aggressive means but no one but Piotheit knows how as it amuses him to see whether or not people will figure it out.

History

Hider

Piotheit, Son of Kragmah (father) and Tyronia (mother), an ancient red and ancient white dragon, was born with 5 siblings, Zahar’Ryk, Suleykaar, Theais, and Percival, who had died at the age of 14 by a black dragon of gaia. They lived within the mountain range of Fotia, or at the time they called Foshiae that overlooked where the new kingdom rests. Viewed with the respect through fearful gazes, they (their mother and father) ruled for some time with an iron claw over the other dragons and had zero tolerance for betrayal but not before being struck down by rival dragons in a fight for dominion over the red lands of fire. This set the mantle for Zahar’Ryk to rule however, Piotheit and his older brother Suleykaar thwarted Zahar’Ryk’s rise with great haste as he was seen too dangerous, even for them to rule. Zahar’Ryk was cruel and psychotic, even for dragonkind as he was seen eating those who followed or didn’t follow him. He simply saw the land as a whole, his and only his. The others merely food. With this present in Suleykaar and Piotheit’s minds, they quickly banished him to the far reaches of Nero and ordered never to return to Foshiae ever again. This would lead to Suleykaar’s rule. Suleykaar had made Piotheit his personal advisor and his sister, Theais, his strategist.

Suleykaar’s rule was taken with positive reception as he would be seen in the villages of the descendants more so than his own “throne room”. In fact, the disappearances of Seraphim who were new to this world died down for some time during his rule. It would be impossible to say it didn’t happen, but he made a valiant effort to thwart the advances on the seraphim and now new descendants. He would make trips often to the villages and Piotheit would be with him. But Piotheit didn’t take to the descendants with such grace as Suleykaar did, attending celebrations and festivals, offering what wealth he had to those below the mountain. Instead, he would give them the cold shoulder or eyes that never met theirs with such respect or fellowship. They were their treasures, their servants, theirs to do as they pleased. Those that got to close, would be immediately reprimanded, sometimes in fatal ways by Piotheit and in return, he would be reprimanded by Suleykaar. “They are our brothers and sisters Piotheit and will be treated as such. No harm will come to them under my watchful eye or otherwise punishment be brought down severely, do I make myself understood....”

Piotheit saw this as a betrayal to their kind and a personal stab in the back to Piotheit as Suleykaar was family. It was one thing to mingle with those below them and use them to procreate...But it was another to treat dragonkind and kin with such aggression. It had always been an unspoken understanding amongst dragons that these “winged creatures” were nothing more than pawns; a way to procreate and a meal now and then, nothing more. But Suleykaar had grown a fondness for them and this angered Piotheit. Out of spite, he descended the mountains one night, kidnapping a small family of Descendants: A mother, father, a daughter and two sons and an older lady, who was found out to be the young ones’ grandmother. Stripping them of skin below the waste, eviscerating them, castrating the young ones and impaling them on pikes out front of their village so when the new sun would arise, their gruesome deaths would be a reminder of where they stood amongst the dragons. Engraved within the ground was a mark of Suleykaar’s Sigil, a wing that eclipsed the moon. This was met with outrage and anger amongst those seen as the descendants and small skirmishes amongst both sides began. Suleykaar, as beloved as he was, was soon seen through different eyes and as the old phrase says, “eye for an eye”, skirmishes began to sprout throughout the land and eventually the descendants’ eyes turned their attention to Theais, Suleykaar’s little sister. Theais, when she saw the tension build between the dragons and descendants, had attempted to flee from the lands and gain asylum in Gaia. However, she was met with a swift end by Magnixx’s ancestor and his followers which would soon become what is now known as Sureiya, the dragonslayers guild.

They had returned to Fohsiae with her head and scales, throwing them down in front of Suleykaar and his followers as an act of aggression. Suleykaar attempted to reason with them, negotiate some kind of truce but sadly, it was never answered with positivity. They attacked the Suleykaar and the other dragons that he surrounded himself with, including Piotheit.  The battle had not lasted more than five minutes before they retreated to the valley below and much to Suleykaar’s chagrin, he had declared war on the descendants. Time had progressed through the war and the tides of war were in favor of the dragons. It was one afternoon after a battle did Suleykaar soon learn of Piotheit’s treachery and confronted him about it. Piotheit denied all claims but unfortunately, Suleykaar has gained information from the slaughtered family’s neighbor that a white dragon had came from the mountain and taken the family and unfortunately as well, Piotheit was the only white dragon on the mountain. In a fit of rage, Suleykaar attacked Piotheit and a fight ensued that lasted for nearly a day.Other dragon’s saw Suleykaar attacking one of their own and intervened, resulting in the young red dragonlord to flee down the mountain where he would soon join the ranks of the descendants. With the belief that Suleykaar was out of the picture, he began to rally the dragons and launch an offensive on the descendants. For some time, it would seem as if the battle was in his favor. But it was towards the end of the battle did Suleykaar emerge from the darkness, blazed in his infamous Hellfire, laying waste to those who dared to bring harm to those they once enslaved. Regrettably, Piotheit fleed Fotia with a large mark of remembrance upon his body, scars from hellfire burns that ran down the left side of his body.

He had found residence within the Tearianaris territory, specifically Tidal. It’s debatable where Piotheit found his inspiration to learn magic although it is suggested that when he saw Suleykaar’s fire he began to fiend for knowledge on the subject. He kept to the books, self teaching himself many spells and hexes at a rather impressive level. So much so that he caught the interest of the Magoi who requested his company, unknowingly oblivious to the heinous acts that he would soon cause. He spent years within the group and as the rise of technology grew he focus began to split between magic and machinery. Experimental crosses between the two studies were initially harmless and mundane but over the years his mind expanded outwards towards...darker, sinister magic. It wouldn’t be long before people began to go missing. It was initially unnoticed for quite a few years. Mostly homeless people who many thought just left or died off somewhere but over time it started to become noticed.

Years had gone by and no other flags were raised, until the Leblanc family massacre. Piotheit had once seen a young Nayu girl in Tidal one time. Curious as to why one would be out so far, he followed but stayed within the shadows. She seemed to be with focus and soon he found out why. Another individual who he recognized as his help in procuring “test subjects” was her target which was quite a surprise. Was it for vengeance? Possibly to send a message? Was she an assassin? It was a bit of the last two questions as he watched her slay the man. His eyes went wide in excitement. Her form, her movements, her precision. It was astounding. He soon saw a seraphim appear who seemed to know this Nayu girl. News had spread of a beast of a girl who killed with precision and no remorse who was tethered to a seraphim and before his eyes it was her. Lila Moriarty of the Moriarty family, became the inspiration for Isabelle Leblanc, the demon doll. It was Lila who gave him the idea to create his own huntress, his own weapon and so he set out on finding someone worth it. This soon became known as the Leblanc massacre.

After the massacre he began his gruesome torture on her, amongst the torture was DNA splicing, environmental tests, removal of organs and other dark tests. Soon enough the Taxis and the Magoi found the location of the Piotheit’s “laboratory” and Piotheit himself but before they could capture him, he was gone. Disappearing in a purplish black flame and the sound of explosions. To this day, no one knows where he is, or where he has gone to. But many say, “just follow the doll and bodies, it will lead you to him”. Some have said that what he had created killed him and others that he simply moved onto the other side of Tidal or farther into the lands themselves but one thing is for sure. Should one acquire a rather somber porcelain looking doll, beware of The Fatal Lullaby...

  

Trivia

Trivia

Nothing yet

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@Dynamo Frokane

Will change it when I get home from work tonight

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@Dynamo Frokane

Forgive me I have to find the other CS for my character. This is the one that didn't have the editing. It may be in the old mech RP or my stash of characters xP

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@Dynamo Frokane

Glad to see this has been ressurected

Captain Nathaniel James Mason II, 98th Recon Battlion of the Therux Special Forces, J Company

While Captain of the 98th Recon Battalion, J Company

Presently

He also wears a lengthy chain with seventy-three 7.62x52 rounds hanging from the chain itself, signifying the amount of high value targets he has killed during his tours.

Name: Cpt Nathaniel James Mason II

Age: 38
Origin: Therux State
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 140lbs

Backstory:
Age Seventeen: Nathaniel follows in his fathers footsteps (General Nathaniel J. Mason) and volunteers for the Therux Mechanized Armed Forces (TMAF). Completes boot camp and continues on into advanced training as Therux MM32 (Mechanized Mechanics).

Age Eighteen:War is declared. Nathan requests transfer into special operations MSO-44 (Mechanized Special Operations) training. Enters into MSO training a few months later and begins training in mk2 Prysm class mech for 8 months.

Age Nineteen: Sees combat first hand in the Epsilon District of Therux 121 miles away from capital. Earns first kill and Purple Heart

Timeskip

By the age of twenty five he had been apart of many missions all over the lands. Although much of his time was spent closer to Lens Mira, a fault line that ran in between the NF and Therux but cut in towards Hylo. There, his missions were rather simple (Will explain more in IC) but effective. It was later into the war did he stumble across the "Great Heavy" (as those in Jackal Company called him), a mech piloted by Captain Alexander of the Northern Frontier. A heavy firefight had ensued during his mission when he had encountered the Great Heavy, who had shot his cockpit, nearly killing Nathaniel in the process after taking off his legs. He was quickly EVACed out and removed from service. It wasn't until months later did he return back to his regular command after much debate and talk, bionics replacing his natural ones.

Years later on two separate missions deep within both Hylo and Frontier territory did he lose his left and right arm with part of his lung and kidney but not before taking down 26 of the opposition, giving time for reinforcements to come. A few more years had gone by before the war came to a close leaving Nathaniel to deal with some public backlash when one of his mission details had gone viral throughout the public media. He was asked for interviews, audio clips and many other things but as per usual he remained silent and despite the back lash he received he was still one of the more decorated soldiers of the war and considered the "Deadliest Therux Pilot to date." He has always claimed he was just doing as directed and refuses still to talk about his work. However, if one is handy with technology, one could dig up his past and uncover the blackness that was Jackal Company.

Tactical Preference & Skills: 17 Years Combat experience, 54 Missions, Confirmed 348 Kills (21% High Value Targets), Excels in stealth and infiltration operations.

Quote: "And with the silent night shrouding my form, I shall raise the messenger of death and once it has spoken I will then fade into the shadows like a phantom, never to be scene again but most definitely to be heard again."

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STA-0317 MkII+ "Spectre"

Name/Title: Surveillance and Target Acquisition Model 0317 Mark II+ [Codename: "Spectre"]

Appearance :

Body & Type: Humanoid Bipdeal

Equipment & Armaments :

Hand Slot:
-225mm MERC-0317 "Severence" Smoothbore Silenced (Works in Conjuntion with GenTech AS-860i OPCES)
-Payload includes: DU rounds, HVAP, HVAPC, HESH and HESHC rounds (Rounds can be tracer or non-tracer)
Sub Weapon Slot:
-Silenced 60mm Vulcan hand cannon (20 rounds per mag 4 magazines total)
-Payload includes: Hollow point, FML and AP
Shoulder/Back Spot:
-Shoulder Situation Multipurpose Launchers (Shoulder Fired, Right Shoulder: Smoke, Flares, Incendiary)
-Shoulder mounted 30mm Gattling Gun (Shoulder Fired, Left Shoulder)
Gadget Slot:
-GenTech AS-860i OPCES (5th Generation Combat systems with built in jamming system, low output/high effeciency radio and long and short range scanners. Comes with multiple optical settings; Infared, Night-vision, Thermal and zoom and offers the classic)
- -Advanced Sound refraction suspension and mechanics (Assists in stealth movement, muffling much of the components in the mech and its suspension system)

(Stats Scale:

Light/Heavy Body: 4

Accuracy & Tracking/Firepower: 2

Air Mobility/Thrusters: 5

Solo/Skirmisher: (Solo) 4
Flavour Text:

Disclosed Information of Phantom class mech, Codename "Spectre"

Spectre was originally designed to replace the current MkII Nero Class heavy weapon assault mech and the MkII Blitz Class assault mech because of its lighter yet stronger frame and its dual hybrid reactors giving the mech a larger payload while allowing for greater mobility and speed. However, due to the cost of making said mech (Roughly 2.5 Billion Theros) only around 100 were made compared to the 10,000 that were ordered. Pilots of these mechs had to have a near flawless record and pass the necessary tests to even be considered for said mech. Thousands of pilots had applied and trained for said mech but only one hundred were chosen, most of rank first lieutenant and up who had experience on the field.

Theme songs (Sorta in order of his time in the military):
"My name is Captain Nathaniel James Mason II, 98th Recon Battalion, Jackal Company. I look forward to serving you all as Captain and I will try my very best to protect you all."

Hey Captain! "Yeah" Permission to- "Just fucking say I, Stevens. Ya haven't shut up since Eagle's Peak." *Laughter heard on Comms* Well, do you think that this war is even worth the trouble that Colonel Rutger and command are putting us through? I mean, I'm a highly trained, ace pilot of a mark two point oh phantom with 12 successful missions under my belt, shouldn't I be on the front lines commanding some folk, charging in as the tip of the spear? "...Stevens?" Yes sir? "You really need to work on your gripping skills." *More laughter through comms*

"We lost a valuable and caring little brother. Corporal Francis Stevens. Hehh, "Mighty Mouth Stevens" Kepler used to call him.

Captain sir! "Call me Nate" Uhhh...Nate, sir? "What?" Are we going in? Colonel Rutger and Command- "Fuck'em! They're not out here seeing what I'm seeing...Let's go!"

"I gave you a direct order to hold Mason and you refused to fol- "AS GENERAL PIERCE GAVE YOU THE ORDER TO MOVE IN WITHOUT 88th INFANTRY TO SUPPORT AND YOU REFUSED TO FOLLOW HIS, SIR!" Who do you think your talking to Mason!? "THE POT, WHOSE CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK, With all DUE respect, sir!"

*Looks out towards the smoke and dust filled battfield to see as the dust settles and the smoke clears that only 4 others survived*

*Sits in recliner, staring at a glass of whiskey on the rocks before glancing over at his old company's picture, his eyes wearily scanning over the faces crossed out before downing the glass and pouring another.*

Sigh...Another mission...another life taken before its time. Then again who am I to judge those who await judgement for my time is upon me. It's merely a matter not of when but who will be the one to cut the tether to my life strings.

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Hey it's back!!

Samhain Intrigues

@BlackPanther

Fall got a right hand lel

Sorin: *intense stare intensifies*