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Celestial Bonds

Rose-Marie Bachelot d'Agneaux

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Personal Information

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"Courage is the one virtue that escapes hypocrisy."

Full Name: The Marquis d'Agneaux, Rose-Marie Bachelot d'Agneaux

Gender:Female

Age: 20

Height: 169cm

Weight: 59kg

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Background Information

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History: Once, Roche was a ferocious territory, fielding fearsome armored knights and well trained troops against the Empire. Among them was the heavy knights from Agneaux, whose well equipped heavy cavalries was reported to have torn easily through the Empire's ranks. However, they were but a small country, and was soon absorbed into the Empire, as it happened. Even so, their bravery and reputation as one of the oldest noble family there remained.

When her father died, seeing as he had no sons to succeed him, Rose-Marie took up the mantle, taking over his duties. Where once she had to learn how to sing, how to carry herself, and even dance, now she studied military treatises, weapons usage and her father's notes about his duties among others. No more could she be as leisurely as before, back in the days when she would take her younger sister to play with one of the servant's son.

While she may had had some under her command that thought she wasn't suited to succeed her father, those fears were eventually put to rest through her hard work and capable hands. Perhaps it was just was well that Regis stayed on after her father died; there were times when the problems she faced seemed too large for one girl to handle.

Brief Personality: A very uptight person, was what most would describe her as. She takes the counsel of herself first, and others second. Tends to act first before thinking, a result of her upbringing and her work. Has no qualms about saying something outright without trying to dress it up or put it lightly. Dotes on her younger sister so much it feels like night and day when compared to her personality usually. Has a softer side seen by very few, and only by people she was close to.

Emotional Bond: A childhood friend, a trusted companion, and loyal servant. One who stayed by her side through thick or thin.

Partner: Régis Proulx

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Combat Information

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Fighting Style: Hard and fast. The first one to strike, strikes the last blow. A mentality brought upon by her lineage of heavy knights.

Equipment: The Épine de Rose, custom breechloading wheellock musket shortened for ease of use on horseback, 7 steel cases for it, cuirass and helm, a well made but tarnished older style cruciform sword with the symbol of her house, a warhorse, bag of powder and ball, and the usual things like provisions and the likes.

Weaknesses: Her first and foremost preferred method of fighting is on horseback, and though she wasn't at all that weak off it, she is best when she is riding a horse. She will charge into the heart of the enemy if she feels she could take them, a mentality also fostered by her lineage, and she has trouble imagining any other way to fight other than how she was taught to fight.

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Celestial Gear Information

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Name: Épine de Rose

Type: Lance

Appearance: It looks like a long wooden lance albeit unbreakable, with a long steel blade tip and a small flag near the head. On closer inspections there are red scripts all around the shaft, wrapping it so it gives the appearance of bloody veins in the wood.

Function: When she sings the weapon sings. When Regis sings, it will sing as well. It sings whenever one of them sings, regardless of where they are, essentially acting as an amplifier for both of them, enabling it to influence both of them as long as theyre not several leagues away. As an added bonus when they sing it vibrates with extreme speed, allowing it to have greater destructive power.

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Miscellaneous Information

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Likes:Chocolate mousse (though she will never admit it), music, leisurely walks, well kept gardens, books, honorable people, any sorts of sweets, any sort of fish dish.
Dislikes: People who think too highly of themselves, the arrogant, the noveau riche, incompetent and idiotic people, anyone who thinks her below them, sour things.
Hobbies: Reading, listening to music, and wandering leisurely through the woods.
Character Theme: Theme
Other:

Pathfinder Tabletop - Carrion Crown

Tomomi Kinpachi

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She slipped the sword pair onto her belt, before straightening her clothes. The lady of the house seemed absent, from the brief time Tomomi had stepped out, and she wasn't about to go looking for her lest she stumble onto something private or embarrassing. Checking once more for the key, she placed it securely upon her person, not in any of her pockets but in her undergarments, where none would think to search. As for the box, she placed it deep within her backpack, hiding it within her room. Twas not her companions she feared however, twas the thieves and scoundrels that may burst into her room and make off with the tomes. Knaves that Lorrimor had wished her to protect it from.

The tavern was what she sought, a local watering hole wherein information could be found, where loose lips flapped in the abundance of drinks, or money.

That, and she wanted something strong to drink.

That being said, Tomomi had no idea where the local tavern was, having went directly towards the funeral. Stepping out of the house, she walked for a moment until she found one of the townsfolk and asked for their direction.

The townsfolk were nice enough people, even to those that appeared to be foreigners. Even the most shy of the locals wouldn't spurn somebody in need of drink, and asking around for the tavern had her pointed to a small building. A bold sign hanging just above the door marked the area as 'The Laughing Demon', while a small sign on the ground indicated that a show tonight was featuring the 'Varisian Violists'; although the 'i' in 'Violists' had apparently been hastily written in chalk when someone realized they had made a spelling mistake. The ambience seemed inviting enough, with warm lightning and the infrequent laughter coming from within.

Tomomi rubbed her chin thoughtfully, wondering if the show later tonight would be worth going. Shrugging, she went in, heading straight for the bar.

"I bid you good morning, my good man. A mug of your best drink, if you please." She spoke to the man behind the bar.Even as she spoke, she was listening hard to the chatter around her, trying to see what she can learn from idle chatter before asking in depth about anything.

"Sure thing dearie! Coming right up!" said the man tending the bar. He was a rather large figure, with a round nose and a chevron mustache, and he suppressed a sly grin as he bent down beneath the bar.

Mechanics

Tomomi rolled a 21 on Perception

Rumors

There were only a few people in the establishment, mostly workers complaining about the day they had yesterday or pre-complaining about the day they were about to have today. The only ones who didn't seem to be talking about work were two gentlemen across the bar.

"That stupid dog nearly ran under my wagon as I was hauling grain through town yesterday. I swear, next time I'm not going to stop, I'm just going to let the wagon roll right over him!"

"Don't you dare! Old River is a good dog. Does a better job of watching your kids than you do, at least."

"Oh I've got something you can watch..." Despite the implied threat, the man just shook his head in irritation and finished his drink, while the one across from him rolled his eyes.

"Liquid ghost!" said the barkeep, setting a mug beside Tomomi, the contents of which appeared to be ale, but she could swear that it was glowing faintly green. "Four coppers."

Tomomi stared down at it incredulously. What sort of drink was that? But it did seem to be his best, so it would be rude to refuse it. Dropping the coppers into his hand, she took a cautious sip at the drink. It tasted... well, it tasted like ale, but certainly sweeter. Certainly not something she minded. Some old dog running under a wagon was certainly an unfortunate thing to happen, but not the sort of information she was looking for.

"Anything new around town?" She took another sip from the mug. "I've just came in yesterday you see."

"New?" repeated the barkeep, humming slightly as he polished a beer glass. "Well, the Varisian Violists are playing in here tonight; first round is on the house for all attendees!" he said, grinning widely as he did. His eyes flitted around, as if he was trying to come up with something else, before his grin slowly sank. "We lost one of our own recently, and I hear his daughter was taking it pretty hard, but nothing really out of the ordinary besides that."

"Ah yes, that. I've attended his funeral yesterday." Tomomi sighed, before picking up the mug and finishing off the content. "There was some odd people stopping him from being buried too. Good thing that man had a silver tongue, and talked them out of it. Wonder why they seemed so disgruntled..."

"Eh." the bartender gave a noncommittal noise. "The people 'round here have never really warmed up to the idea of magic and such. Grimsburrow is a crotchety old man, and Alendru isn't exactly a sterling example of a man."

The bartender set his glass down and leaned a little farther over the bar to speak quietly to Tomomi. "'tween you and me though, people definitely seem more on edge, recentsly. Dunno if the ol' Professor's death has 'em spooked or what, but it's definitely there."

Nodding at the bartender's words, she slipped another 4 coppers towards him, asking for another mug of that liquid ghost. "Perhaps those Violists later tonight will ease some of that tension then."

People on edge around here? Perhaps there was something more waiting, lured by whatever the professor had.

Celestial Bonds

reposting the CS here for review.

Rose-Marie Bachelot d'Agneaux

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Personal Information

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"Courage is the one virtue that escapes hypocrisy."

Full Name: The Marquis d'Agneaux, Rose-Marie Bachelot d'Agneaux

Gender:Female

Age: 20

Height: 169cm

Weight: 59kg

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Background Information

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History: Once, Roche was a ferocious territory, fielding fearsome armored knights and well trained troops against the Empire. Among them was the heavy knights from Agneaux, whose well equipped heavy cavalries was reported to have torn easily through the Empire's ranks. However, they were but a small country, and was soon absorbed into the Empire, as it happened. Even so, their bravery and reputation as one of the oldest noble family there remained.

When her father died, seeing as he had no sons to succeed him, Rose-Marie took up the mantle, taking over his duties. Where once she had to learn how to sing, how to carry herself, and even dance, now she studied military treatises, weapons usage and her father's notes about his duties among others. No more could she be as leisurely as before, back in the days when she would take her younger sister to play with one of the servant's son.

While she may had had some under her command that thought she wasn't suited to succeed her father, those fears were eventually put to rest through her hard work and capable hands. Perhaps it was just was well that Regis stayed on after her father died; there were times when the problems she faced seemed too large for one girl to handle.

Brief Personality: A very uptight person, was what most would describe her as. She takes the counsel of herself first, and others second. Tends to act first before thinking, a result of her upbringing and her work. Has no qualms about saying something outright without trying to dress it up or put it lightly. Dotes on her younger sister so much it feels like night and day when compared to her personality usually. Has a softer side seen by very few, and only by people she was close to.

Emotional Bond: A childhood friend, a trusted companion, and loyal servant. One who stayed by her side through thick or thin.

Partner: Régis Proulx

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Combat Information

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Fighting Style: Hard and fast. The first one to strike, strikes the last blow. A mentality brought upon by her lineage of heavy knights.

Equipment: The Épine de Rose, custom breechloading wheellock musket shortened for ease of use on horseback, 7 steel cases for it, cuirass and helm, a well made but tarnished older style cruciform sword with the symbol of her house, a warhorse, bag of powder and ball, and the usual things like provisions and the likes.

Weaknesses: Her first and foremost preferred method of fighting is on horseback, and though she wasn't at all that weak off it, she is best when she is riding a horse. She will charge into the heart of the enemy if she feels she could take them, a mentality also fostered by her lineage, and she has trouble imagining any other way to fight other than how she was taught to fight.

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Celestial Gear Information

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Name: Épine de Rose

Type: Lance

Appearance: It looks like a long wooden lance albeit unbreakable, with a long steel blade tip and a small flag near the head. On closer inspections there are red scripts all around the shaft, wrapping it so it gives the appearance of bloody veins in the wood.

Function: When she sings the weapon sings. When Regis sings, it will sing as well. It sings whenever one of them sings, regardless of where they are, essentially acting as an amplifier for both of them, enabling it to influence both of them as long as theyre not several leagues away. As an added bonus when they sing it vibrates with extreme speed, allowing it to have greater destructive power.

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Miscellaneous Information

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Likes:Chocolate mousse (though she will never admit it), music, leisurely walks, well kept gardens, books, honorable people, any sorts of sweets, any sort of fish dish.
Dislikes: People who think too highly of themselves, the arrogant, the noveau riche, incompetent and idiotic people, anyone who thinks her below them, sour things.
Hobbies: Reading, listening to music, and wandering leisurely through the woods.
Character Theme: Theme
Other:

Celestial Bonds

Rose-Marie Bachelot d'Agneaux

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Personal Information

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"Courage is the one virtue that escapes hypocrisy."

Full Name: The Marquis d'Agneaux, Rose-Marie Bachelot d'Agneaux

Gender:Female

Age: 20

Height: 169cm

Weight: 59kg

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Background Information

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History: Once, Roche was a ferocious territory, fielding fearsome armored knights and well trained troops against the Empire. Among them was the heavy knights from Agneaux, whose well equipped heavy cavalries was reported to have torn easily through the Empire's ranks. However, they were but a small country, and was soon absorbed into the Empire, as it happened. Even so, their bravery and reputation as one of the oldest noble family there remained.

When her father died, seeing as he had no sons to succeed him, Rose-Marie took up the mantle, taking over his duties. Where once she had to learn how to sing, how to carry herself, and even dance, now she studied military treatises, weapons usage and her father's notes about his duties among others. No more could she be as leisurely as before, back in the days when she would take her younger sister to play with one of the servant's son.

While she may had had some under her command that thought she wasn't suited to succeed her father, those fears were eventually put to rest through her hard work and capable hands. Perhaps it was just was well that Regis stayed on after her father died; there were times when the problems she faced seemed too large for one girl to handle.

Brief Personality: A very uptight person, was what most would describe her as. She takes the counsel of herself first, and others second. Tends to act first before thinking, a result of her upbringing and her work. Has no qualms about saying something outright without trying to dress it up or put it lightly. Dotes on her younger sister so much it feels like night and day when compared to her personality usually. Has a softer side seen by very few, and only by people she was close to.

Emotional Bond: A childhood friend, a trusted companion, and loyal servant. One who stayed by her side through thick or thin.

Partner: Régis Proulx

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Combat Information

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Fighting Style: Hard and fast. The first one to strike, strikes the last blow. A mentality brought upon by her lineage of heavy knights.

Equipment: The Épine de Rose, custom breechloading wheellock musket shortened for ease of use on horseback, 7 steel cases for it, cuirass and helm, a well made but tarnished older style cruciform sword with the symbol of her house, a warhorse, bag of powder and ball, and the usual things like provisions and the likes.

Weaknesses: Her first and foremost preferred method of fighting is on horseback, and though she wasn't at all that weak off it, she is best when she is riding a horse. She will charge into the heart of the enemy if she feels she could take them, a mentality also fostered by her lineage, and she has trouble imagining any other way to fight other than how she was taught to fight.

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Celestial Gear Information

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Name: Épine de Rose

Type: Lance

Appearance: It looks like a long wooden lance albeit unbreakable, with a long steel blade tip and a small flag near the head. On closer inspections there are red scripts all around the shaft, wrapping it so it gives the appearance of bloody veins in the wood.

Function: When she sings the weapon sings. When Regis sings, it will sing as well. It sings whenever one of them sings, regardless of where they are, essentially acting as an amplifier for both of them, enabling it to influence both of them as long as theyre not several leagues away. As an added bonus when they sing it vibrates with extreme speed, allowing it to have greater destructive power.

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Miscellaneous Information

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Likes:Chocolate mousse (though she will never admit it), music, leisurely walks, well kept gardens, books, honorable people, any sorts of sweets, any sort of fish dish.
Dislikes: People who think too highly of themselves, the arrogant, the noveau riche, incompetent and idiotic people, anyone who thinks her below them, sour things.
Hobbies: Reading, listening to music, and wandering leisurely through the woods.
Character Theme: Theme
Other:

Muv-Luv || TSF Forefront

Verena Ellmenreich

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Eyes on target, pull the trigger.

Eyes on target, pull the trigger..

Eyes on target, pull the trigger...

The gun barrels flared and flared again, firing shot after shot into the enemy, even as she repeated those words like a mantra. Old as the frame was, Verena still piloted the TSF well enough to be out of the way of any of the BETA. The little ones were barely more than a nuisance, and the larger ones were too obvious to be able to approach her. She tracked two targets at once, firing the first gun into the Laser class BETAs while spraying the second in the general direction of anything that came near her.

Just as quick as the battle begun, so too did it seem to end. The BETA seemed to have all been dealt with, but with the BETA one could never be sure. The swiftness of a BETA attack had seared itself into her mind after all, along with other, more gruesome memories of that day.

Almost as if affirming her fears, one launched itself under a pile of the dead, grappling onto one of the TSFs. Her hands had automatically raised her TSF's right gun, aiming to intercept it as it jumped. However, instead of the sharp report of her gun firing, there was only the dry click of the firing pin hammering an empty chamber. Inhaling sharply, she raised the other gun, firing off what was left in the magazine, but by then it was already too late.

"Ah... What a waste..." She looked up towards her screen as Mina spoke.

"Second Lieutenants Anders and Yu will see Kasteler's body back to Fabel and safely behind the front lines. As for everyone else, there won't be any time for mourning right now. We've been requested as reinforcements to aid another battalion against a Fort-Class."

"Understood." Verena replied simply.

Moving back into formation, she reloaded the guns, looking as nonchalant as one would while drinking tea in the library.

Celestial Bonds

Interested, as a knight. As you know.

☆ ☆ SOUL EATER ☆ ☆

Reppuu & Ozen

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"Oh, Rika!" Helena turned towards her partner. "Ain't it a bit too early for movies?"

Rika's face contorted for a moment in an odd expression, before returning back to her usual creepy smile. "Its never too early for movies!"

"Hmm... Then," Grinning widely, Helena grasped her hand firmly. "We should go training. You've been cooped up a lot, ya know? Can't be a Death Scythe if my Meister slacks off now, can I? We can watch movies after."

"Eh? Ah wait, I can't.." Rika looked genuinely distressed, her creepy front having disappeared, leaving only the face of a small raccoon-eyed girl unwilling to go out and work out too much. She was unable to really escape too, Helena being much much stronger then she was, pulling her along whether she wanted to or not. "There's... But I got the limited..."

Before she could finish speaking however, a massive explosion rocked the place, enough to send both of them stumbling.

"Helena."

"Yeah, I got it."

In an instant, Helena transformed into a massive chainsword, much longer than Rika was tall, though it did not seem to inconvenience her with its weight at all. Revving the engine on the sword up, she moved quickly towards the Intelligence Building.

☆ ☆ SOUL EATER ☆ ☆

Alrighty, ill post something by today

☆ ☆ SOUL EATER ☆ ☆

@Agent 475 days since jinx posted. Shall I just puppet their char or something?

Dead

Franceska Havale

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She put down the smoking launcher, having shot down another transport ship with disturbing accuracy thanks to that odd woman's meditations.

"Was that it?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Was that the might of the Republic?

She listened to the commanders passing the orders to pursue, before shrugging and picking up a high powered rifle from the weapons cached on that sunken tower. Franceska had no intention of actually going to pursue, but at the very least she could look like she was doing something. Having been here longer than the enemy had, she knew of a relatively hidden tower deeper in, not at all that tall, but having enough vegetation and height to be considered a good spot for a sniper nest. Or a place where she could look like she's doing something.

"I'm going." was all she said to the two dark Jedi as she gave a mighty leap, clearing the muddy waters without trouble. Indeed her jump was perhaps a bit too strong, passing clear across the shoreline and near the ruins itself. Seeing as the enemy seemed to be in full retreat, she simply walked leisurely towards her destination, ignoring the urgency of the mercs moving about around her.