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Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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She nodded as the Fiend Knight spoke. Perhaps he wasn't an actual knight? In any case, he sure sounded confident. Still a priest would be useful to find as he suggested. The ranger wisely agreed to her being leader, giving no sort of objection or sign that he will be difficult to handle. Good, that sort of attitude would help immensely; sometimes an order needed to be taken immediately without question.

"You leading... I don't mind. But you should treat your comrades nicer or, otherwise, everyone might die again."

Ettamri laughed loudly at that. "Whether I'm nice or not doesn't matter, now does it? Ah what was it... Yeah, I asked three of you, to help our priest destroy the undead mage first didn't I? You can't even do that, and everyone else paid the price, while you scampered away alive. GAHAHA, BUT TO THINK YOU'D BLAME YOUR OWN INCOMPETENCE ON ME?"

"Are you picking a fight, you trash!?" Her mood turned a quick 180 as she slammed down the large iron club on the ground. "I did not come back to be accused of leaving them to die!"

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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"Oh?" Almost immediately after she tried to recruit the Mage, a Ranger sauntered up, all familiar like, wanting to join. And another one, and another one. In a short span of time, she had managed to gather a Mage, a Ranger, a Blade dancer, a Phalanx and a Fiend Knight. The Blade Dancer was, of course, Muu, someone she had met before.

All of this seemed like déjà vu to her. How quickly people had gathered around her, with even one that was in her old team. She felt a sense of impending doom, but... now there were two people who could fight in close quarters as well as divert attention from their less armored party members. A knight, whom she was interested in, considering he was a fellow knight, as well as a spearman holding a shield.

Standing proudly, she announced her name. "I am Ettamri Belarence, daughter of Bocas, son of Camlarant, who fought alongside his father Geval the Wise in the old war, proud heir to the name of Belarence, and bearer of the Rozen crest."

"There is no objection to taking this escort quest, right? I've been to Fort Stalwart before, having participated in the battle to retake it from Tithemal and his orcs. Of course, I should be the leader of this party. If there's any objection to the quest taken, or me leading, speak now or forever hold your peace."

She crossed her arms, waiting for them to choose. If they wanted some easier lower leveled quests, they would be welcome to choose, but she had no time to do menial quests the lesser adventurers should be doing. And if they wanted a new leader... well, then they'd have to prove they were capable of leading.

@OwO@Th3King0fChaos@Rondo of Blood@Skyswimsky@Searat

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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She giggled, her hands wrapped around Ettamri, a pleased look upon her face. A wreath of branches, leaves, and one flower sat upon her head, the voluminous white dress she wore billowing unnaturally to unfelt winds.

"Ehehe~, you're finally here. I've been waiting so long!"

A singsong voice, her hand pulled by her, the red skinned child with a pure innocent smile. Ettamri could hardly refuse a small child like this, but she feared of its [ ].

"Come on! Its finally time to [ ]!"

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With the letter to her family finally written up, sealed and given to a courier, Ettamri sighed, as she moved towards the bounty board.

She walked through the crowd, parting it as if by her sheer presence alone. For indeed, for someone of her stature, and muscles visible through even the cloth wrapping all over her body, many would deem it wise not to rouse her ire. Even with her less than full plate of armor signifying her lack of funds for a full plate, the crest still identified her as one of the House of Belarence, sporting the blue and white field behind a single thorny rose.

A new quest.

She needed another contract. Ettamri had been humbled before, having sought out small time adventurers, thinking she could do most of the job while she used them as extra hands. Her own hubris in thinking they were at least competent enough to finish the task given to them. Perhaps she should have been the spearhead with Gwyn. Perhaps, she should have been trapping the place and luring them there. Perhaps and maybes swirled around her head, until she once again dismissed them.

"Don't forget the past, but don't drag it around neither!" A faint memory of the apple trees she trained under, the gruff old guardsman that had seen a few wars before, the tricks he taught her as well as proper fighting techniques.

Finding a distinct looking person that seems to lack a party, she snapped out of her reminiscing, moving towards him while the crowd parted like water. Those who didn't move away was simply and rudely pushed away. A few looked angry for a moment, before realizing where they were and how big she was.

"You." She spoke to Renault. "From your garb, you seem to be a magician. Join me on the caravan escort quest."

@OwO

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

Underneath

OLD

Moniker: Ettamri Belarence

Sexuality: Female

Countenance: Wears a breast plate over thick cloth, covered in bandages all over her body. Has pauldrons on her arms, hidden slightly by the fur cape, with leg plates on her legs. All seems makeshift and looks battered, but sturdy. Has a thick facemask fashioned and repaired from a helm she broke. Stands at a 221cm, weighting in at about 160kg even if she doesn't look that heavy.

Facade: Rough, brash, and quick to act, her bravery and impetuosity knows no bounds, leaping with the same vigor into the midst of battle as she would into arguments or anything she did not agree upon. Quick to anger, quick to forgive, quick to befriend, she moves through these like a maelstrom of emotions, and had no qualms about forgetting past wrongs as long as she wasn't betrayed, taking most things at face value. She also has no qualms about breaking open one's skull should she feel wronged as well.

But... now with her experience and that dream....

Competence

Vibrance – B+
Gestalt – E-
Conformity – B
Physique – EX
Composure – C-

Skill specifics and equipments

Gear:
-Iron greatclub. A cylindrical greatclub tapering to a smaller cloth wrapped handle, with a thicker head on the top.

-Broken greatsword. Pushed to its limit, it now lies in two pieces, rusted in places, but with good steel, awaiting to be tempered and repaired once more into a better weapon.

-Damaged longsword. A high quality sword, the blade remained pristine, if tarnished, having remained in its scabbard, during her time being 'unconscious', but the hilt has its bindings unraveled, and the guard has rusted in places.

-Knife. Oddly enough the knife was spared any damage, perhaps due to her lying on it.

-Salvaged armor. After her... sudden growth spurt, she had to modify the parts that weren't damaged for reuse.

-A very sturdy backpack.

Abilities:

The Curse - Now having fully transformed her, she remains at full power all the time, boasting enourmous strength, speed and durability, but due to her recent 'return' she lacks the stamina to do anything but short bursts of high impact activities.

Rage Cleave - Powerful singular strike that uses special breathing techniques to maximize force.

Iron Bash - Charge at your enemy, locking your joints on impact before body slamming them.

Wind - Lock blades with your foe and use superior leverage and their own momentum to knock away their guard.

Straight Lunge - Thrust forward with one hand, dramatically increasing range.

Somersault Bomber - Somersault and deliver a powerful vertical strike. The more somersaults, the more damage.

Armor Deflect - Use knowledge of your armor's capability to effectively shrug off attacks that will not harm your through your armor.

Clutch - Grab the enemy's weapon when they attack, using your arm or your hand.

War Cry - Let loose an explosive shout. Lesser creatures cower. Greater creatures meet your challenge.

Nechronica ~The Long, Long, Sequel~ (ENDED)

Rosemary

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She took in a deep breath, the air whistling through her broken flesh as she did so.

There was no regret, no bad feelings, no anger, remorse, fear. Only acceptance. Rosemary really was dead, wasn't she? Thus, there wasn't any real resistance to her repairing her body with parts from the fallen. But...

"I don't care. What about you, Rose?"

Now that Yuno has her attention, Rosemary looked over her for a moment, as if making sure she was repaired as good as possible. Still with barely any expression on her face, she slapped her, before pulling her in for a hug.

"Don't... fight like that... again, please?"

The fear, anxiety, and worry resurfaced slightly, no longer pushed down by the necessity of keeping her combat instincts sharp.

"We leave them. No use fighting."

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

hello am warrior/frontliner

Fate/Blind Logos

Tenryuu Gensai
Enemy Workshop, Montmartre

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"Finally, Mistress, you manage to do something useful." Chii brought in a few more rocks, even as her sharp tongue kept lashing Tenryuu.

Deep in concentration, Tenryuu kept on making the small automatons, using her abilities to shape the materials, etch the words and implant the wraiths into the small figures. Easy constructions with an easy command planted into them. Run into the workshop, and explode on anything that moves or look important. If there's anyone inside, they would inevitably go out, and if there's no one inside, they could move in, and destroy what they could and salvage anything else that looks interesting. Well, if there's anyone else inside this old decrepit building, they'd probably be stuck in the crossfire, but considering where they were, they were probably no one important. She did not want to kill them, but if they were caught in it, she could hardly avoid it if she was to take advantage of this.

Taking the rest of the flasks, she kept one and gave the rest to Chii to hold.

"Saber. Get ready. We're flushing them out."

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

I am the big tiddied goddess.

A Certain Parallel Cosmos

Miko the local Miko
Shrine

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"Oh Dragon that governs over the east," Almost immediately after her hands hit the creature, she hit another stance, stabilizing her lower half, before raining down punch after punch on the thing. "show thine power against the impure! Grant your servant with your splendor!"

If she was fast before, now she was lightning fast, almost literally, as empowered as she was by Seiryuu's blessings. In the space of a few seconds, she had rained down a hail of strikes against the one creature. While most other people in her line of work call it brutal violence, to her it was a simple ritual of purification; beat down the enemy, then beat the spirits out of them.

"Fuuu.." She jumped backwards. If it was a human possessed by a spirit, it should be returning to normal relatively unharmed(though perhaps with a killer headache), but if it was a purely evil youkai of some sort... Miko clenched her fists, ready to move if that proved insufficient to pacify it.

Nechronica ~The Long, Long, Sequel~ (ENDED)

Rosemary

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Almost as if in response to her body being broken apart, she fired rapidly into the midst of the soldiers, the sharp staccato of every shot ringing out through the area.

*Use two ap with Dual Pistols to shoot the soldiers[check:7] SA+2

*Chain Attack on the soldiers [check:3] SA+2

*Use two ap with Dual Pistols to shoot the soldiers[check:8] SA+2

*Chain Attack on the soldiers [check:4] SA+2