FateWeaver

Harry Dresden/ The Dresden Files

I saw Dresden, so I at least have to take a look. Not enough of that going around these days.

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There, happy? :P

Anyway, I left it open for someone to get Morgan drunk if they felt like it. More fun than him just overdoing it on his own.

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Lyla Warren

To distract herself from the commotion in the center of the room, Lyla focused on the hyena in front of her and the path that would lead them all away from the frightening dragons. Besides, her head was already starting to ache. Hopefully the tunnel would be relatively dark and offer her eyes some rest for a few moments. Ahead of her, Laurel addressed Güzel and someone evidently named Felix. She did not stop, however, and moments later she heard the relatively heavy footfalls of the other person heading in the opposite direction.

At the edge of the trapdoor leading down into the tunnel and escape, Lyla shifted nervously. By then, things had quieted down considerably and she could hear well enough to remember that she wasn't just a normal girl. She started to hum a melody, listening close for the qualities of sound that would denote an echo rather than her original voice. In this way she was able to find the ladder easily and move down it without any issue. As soon as her head was below floor level, her song made it so that she was able to 'see' nearly the entire length of the tunnel, including the door that had been left open at the other end.

Despite the stressful situation they had just left behind Lyla smiled over at Laurel, who was now much easier for her to locate. Ending her humming for the moment, she spoke up. "Glad we got out of there. I hope nobody was really hurt. Let's go see what happened to the others. This was supposed to be fun, and we should try to salvage it if we can. No way I'm sleeping tonight after all that anyway."

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Morgan Selwyn

Morgan followed Niall into the elevator, and spent his time staring into space and wondering if he should have stayed behind. The staff had likely intervened by now, but since he was here and not there he would not know until later how bad things had truly gotten. Thinking on this only made him dread returning to him room later even more, and he was glad to have the opportunity to hide out among the others for the next while.

Hands in his pockets, Morgan stayed a little behind the others as Niall led them to his room. Joar had split off from the group after the elevator ride, already shifting back in preparation to dress himself and rejoin them. Everyone else continued on to the well appointed room that belonged to the Lycan and his roommate. Overall, it was a much more comfortable space for the Warlock than the ballroom had been.

At the mention of getting drinks, Morgan retrieved a cup for himself from the described cabinet. For at least a solid minute, he looked at the various bottles. Having only had alcohol previously in the form of the occasional glass of ceremonial wine, he didn't really know what he was looking at. In the end, he decided to go for a simple glass of water. It was the easiest option available, and wouldn't give him a headache in the morning.

RWBY: Atlas Academy

Sorry, I've been working a lot this week and have been working on characters for other things besides. I also hadn't come up with anything that sounded good enough in my head yet. Still around though.

Pyrates Beware: Dawn of the Golden Age

Luca Warren

Name: "Lucky" Luca Warren

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Culture: Pirate

Appearance:

Personality: Most people tend to decide very quickly that Luca is either arrogant or foolish. Often, his tendency to run his mouth gets him into a lot of trouble. Even so, he prefers to solve problems with words rather than blades. When a situation gets serious so does he, and he is as adept at escaping tight spots as he is at getting himself into them. Though he has a fairly thick skin in turn, sometimes he just can't help lashing out when something or someone bothers him.

Luca doesn't make many friends, but he is rather loyal to the few people he truly trusts. Beyond that, the gleam of gold is all it ever takes to catch his eye.

Backstory: Luca came Westward with a crew of his fellows, intending to find riches and fame in a new land. He served as first mate under an overconfident but skilled captain who had often led them to prosperous adventure. Unfortunately, this expedition ended in tragedy, when the ship was caught by a strong storm and dashed against the coast. Very few survived the wreck, including Luca and two others.

Since then, Luca has been living off the wealth he had been able to scavenge from the destroyed ship. Most of this has gone in pursuit of drink, and he is something of a drunk layabout these days. His coin is running out, however, and he needs something new to fill his pockets and maintain his lifestyle. It has been a while since he last stood on the deck of a ship, but he still knows how to handle a blade as well as a wheel.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Luca Warren - Raven Queen's Attendant

Location: Actium

Maintaining his focus on the dragon above and his chanting, Luca was near oblivious to the soldiers moving in to surround the scene. He barely even saw the elf from before in his wild charge and insane attempt to help Pyria. Nor did he notice the hail of arrows, nor the steadily growing rain. The roar of another dragon caught his attention, but could not disrupt him when he was this deep in the flow of the Raven Queen's magic. The return of Pyria's manacle to her went unnoticed as well, though it's effect did not. It was only when a clear voice rose above the storm that he missed a beat. It was not enough to disrupt the magic he was preparing, but it demanded attention.

Sarai's song brought to mind Luca's patron deity, albeit a darker aspect of her than he typically saw. Through his eyes, the world shifted subtly. No longer was he simply warding off the tantrum of an angry dragon, he was fighting for his life. One of them would likely pass from this world before the fight was through. Death did not frighten Luca, for he knew it was the true fate of all things. If it was time for him to meet the Raven Queen, then so be it. But he would not simply lay down and die. As his chanting grew stronger once more, at seemed to flow with the melody of Sarai's singing.

Finally, Pyria began to make her move. She started to ascend high into the air, and Luca recognized the preparation for a dive from watching birds of prey during his time in the temple. The high towers had been the perfect place to watch owls late at night. The priest would not lose focus of his opponent. Eyes on the air, he waited for her to reappear from the clouds. When finally she streaked toward the ground, his chanting ended and a voice cut through the air.

"I am done with thee, dragonling! This soul belongs to the Raven Queen and none other. May the bite of the Winter wind drive this truth into your mind!" Even as the words left Luca's lips, a harsh cold wind began to gather. As flames washed the cobblestones, he was ready with his rebuke. Unleashing the strength of his Queen's wrath, he directed the icy blast toward Pyria. Rain froze as blizzard winds blew through the square, pelting everyone present with tiny pellets of ice. The fire directed at him would be blown to either side, and hopefully extinguished before it could do any real harm.

Though the strong wind was powerful and extremely cold, it was nothing worse than a harsh northern storm could bring. Nobody would be unduly injured by the spell, unless they were unfortunate enough to be blown from their feet and dashed against the hard ground. Even Pyria had a good chance of avoiding being hurt, if she could fly above the wind before it caused her to lose control of her flight.

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Liliana Stormshadow - The Fallen Star

Location: Campus Magnus

Liliana stood as one stunned while Gripus delivered his parting words to the other women. By the way he spoke, his intentions were clear. The Mage was done with the lot of them. Disbelief kept her silent until he finally turned to face her. The way he looked at her confirmed that he would be abandoning her as well, perhaps for good. The thought of that made her sad at first, and disappointment filled her. Then anger swelled in her chest. Her people and her faith had left her behind, and now she would be standing in the Bane of Morven's dust as he went away to die. She did not want his warnings or farewell.

"You think you can just-" Even as she reached out to grab Gripus, he vanished from Liliana's sight. "Leave...?" She stared in confusion at the space he had vacated until Tsabal spoke up, drawing her attention. Turning to the Drow, she crossed her arms over her chest. Once again, the Crone spoke reason. The three remaining would be a formidable force even without the Mage.

"I see no reason why we should not make our own attempt, especially if Gripus expects to fail. Having some knowledge of his abilities, is unfortunate that he left. That human was a powerful Arcanist unlike others of his kind. Perhaps he shall clear part of the way for us in his madness and eagerness to die." If Gripus was done with her, then she was with him. Liliana would do as she had before, and move on to seek her true purpose. If that meant traveling with the other two elves, then she would do so. Perhaps it would be better than dealing with the old man after all.

Orphanage for Supernatural

I am still around, I promise. It just seems that most of the things going on are not center-stage and don't involve Thomas.

So I keep noticing this Arena category...

Apologies for my apparent absence from my own thread, had to work last night. I am now around again to respond to things promptly for the next few hours.

Pyrates Beware: Dawn of the Golden Age

@Capra I'm finished with my character for now, let me know if I've more work to do.

[Move to CS tab]

So I keep noticing this Arena category...

@Skallagrim Here's the character I've been working with so far. I mostly just took him straight off a D&D character sheet I've been wanting to use for something here anyway. Let me know what you think.

Warren Price

Warren Price

The Laughing Swordsman

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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27

Detail: Brash and arrogant, Warren finds that he has no trouble getting into fights of all sorts. Often overconfident, he tends to bite off more than he can chew. He has only managed to survive all this talk by virtue of the skill he backs it up with and how fleet of foot he his on the run. In the end, he only really respects the people who offer him a good challenge and are fun to fight. Though certainly a roguish character, he does have some sense of honor regarding a fellow fighter.

Appearance: Warren stands just shy of six feet tall, with a wiry and lanky frame. Tall and thin, he is not particularly muscular and thus relatively light for his stature.

Weapons:

Vorpal Cutlass - Warren’s primary weapon is the cutlass pictured above. Runes covered by the leather describe enchantments that make the blade more durable. Matching those figures on the other side is a Vorpal enchantment. When he lands a particularly focused blow, it tends to cleave or pierce through steel and bone like paper. When not in use the blade is sheathed at his left hip.

Throwing Daggers - Often occupying Warren’s left hand is one of his many throwing daggers that he uses to parry some blows and as a projectile weapon. He keeps one in the top of each boot, one at the small of his back, one at each hip, and one at his left shoulder.

Deflecting Dagger - When Warren is pressed by magical attack or out of throwing blades, he goes for his parrying dagger. It resides at his right hip, opposite the cutlass’ scabbard. The inside of the guard carries runes that allow it to turn minor spells as it might a blade. Trying to do so against a more major working will overwhelm the enchantment and render it useless for a short time.

Armor/Equipment:

Leather Armor/Blurring Belt - Warren wears the light leather armor depicted above, the only enchanted piece of which is the center-most belt about his midsection. It stores the excess kinetic energy of his movements in the form of magical energy. The swordsman can tap into this pool of energy to activate an effect that increases his speed and blurs his movements. If he exhausts the pool of energy within the belt (about three posts worth of action at maximum) attempting to activate it further simply expels what little energy has been built up since the last use to no effect. If a fight stretches on for a good while it is possible, though unlikely, that he might build up enough energy for one more use.

Ring of Recharge - On the third finger of his right hand, Warren wears a simple silver band. This ring functions similarly to the belt above, in that it stores excess energy for future use. When he has a spare moment, he can tap into this energy to fortify his stamina and restore his strength to some degree. This offers no actual healing, and takes at least a full day to build any meaningful charge.

Skills:

Two-Weapon Fighting - Warren fights best with a long blade in one hand and a short one in the other. He favors a dueling style, using the longer blade for offense and the shorter to turn aside the strikes he can’t dodge. This is of course not exclusive, as his parrying dagger can still be used for quick thrusts and his cutlass can be used to knock aside strikes, though less effectively.

Throwing Blades - Having realized that a swordsman with no ability to fight at range is often a short-lived one, Warren has taken to practicing throwing with his left hand. He has gained some skill in this, and with adequate preparation he is fairly accurate. While still able to make a throw on the fly, it is generally less accurate and not as effective.

Unorthodox Combatant - Warren is no stranger to bar brawls or street fights, and has come to find advantage in situations others find problematic. Adapting his fighting style to the environment is something he focuses on, and he is certainly not afraid to fight dirty.