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Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

In the vast emptiness of the fledging world, a single point of green emerged.

It was born from an impossibility. From coincidence. For a moment it was small, then tangles grew and filled up around. More and more. The green began to spread. Reaching further and further and further. It grew further and further. Slowly at first but with every pulse of growth it grew faster. Everytime its tendrils reached further.

Randomly at first, then with purpose. It wished to latch on to something. So this green growth could gain a shape, a purpose and then to consume what it had found so it could find its next host.

“Come.”

The green non-shape shuddered. It’s tendrils reached for the sound within the void. The one sign of something it could wrap itself around. Frantically and with desperation it reached out for it. Tendrils grew, created more shapeless green from which more tendrils reached further.

“Come.”

A single tendril made a leap of desperate faith. It could not see. It shouldn’t hear. Yet it touched whatever called to it. In a split second a ripple went through the shapeless green. It stopped growing. Then it started to collapse into itself. Again, first slowly, then faster and faster until the whole expanse it had once covered was void again. It had sacrificed all that it was, to become what it had to be.

The goddess saw, which was a new sensation. She felt, which was new as well. Before her she saw the scroll. No, the Khodex for it had given her its name. It bid her to fill it with her power and because it asked, she did. Her form glowed with an intense green light. Life was born and like before she had gained shape, she would stretch it across the worlds. Everywhere she would exist. In the deep and in the highest peaks. She’d be born a million times and stretch across the great void until all that was, was she.

–

"Without the one before you, there is nothing for you to do."

There was something in the Khodex written after the form of life was gone from the Khodex. In fine print to life, there was an opposite, that was that of a force that entitled itself as death. It was an imitation, a new cycle beyond life, a goal, a reason to move forward.

From that moment in life, something was born beside her. It did not know what it was or where it was, but it held something inside of it that it did not know. It was shapeless; it was unknown to everything, including itself. The only thing it knew was the cold. It had no purpose at that moment. It drew something from an entity nearby, life as it believed her to be called, and a man was formed. Pale and youthful, the man looked with rounded ears, unlike the woman standing beside him. There were white flowing locks, bright blue eyes, and wild, unkept facial hair about him. He looked like a thousand things, but it was eerie, almost imitating the figure before him that he took his form. He liked the form; it was not the same, but imitation.

But, there was a cold to him, light and darkness in him, though he was pure in his motive, whatever that may have been. His eyes turned, as did his body, as he took in all that was around him. He saw life as it was, a beautiful thing and a thing that was meant to be cherished, and he cherished every sight he took in. His last sight was that of a woman, the reason he was here.

At that moment, he had a purpose. To create something just as beautiful.

His jaw unlocked, and he smiled brightly as he held a hand out to the woman before him. He stared around as he had his hand out, he knew he saw a woman before him, but he did not know anything else. He felt many things, and he knew he had a purpose that had to do with the figure in front of him. He knew she created everything around them, the life, but he wondered why he did not do the same or if he could.

His mouth closed, and he looked straight at her, white hair laying against him in a static standard, as if nothing around him affected him, as if he was old and dead but alive and youthful at the same time. His other hand moved up to his brow, and he tipped his head forward to touch it as his eyes closed, and then he placed his hand on his chest over his heart as he raised his eyelids to look back at her. A faint smile was on his face; it was something foreign to him, but it felt natural and needed in that moment.

When his hand on his heart reached out to her, he opened his palm and splayed it out so that it could cover all of his sight, all that he could see. He wanted to show her everything she already did, for it was something he could not. He wanted to see it again; he wanted to see it for himself because he knew she did not create him. He knew something else created him, but it was time to learn why; maybe this figure knew. Maybe, they could be friends.

Summary Allianthé

In the nothingness, something appears. A tiny green dot. It grows, sending tendrils into the void. It grows more, desperate to find something to latch on. It hears the call and responds. Almost desperately, it grows towards the Khodex and touches it. The moment Life touches the Khodex, it gains form. The ever-consuming green mass turns into Allianthé, who fills the Khodex with the concept of life and growth. Exactly how she wants it.

Summary Szukaj-życia

From the moment life is created in the Khodex, more is written in response to mimic life after life, a parallel to it, but also forming an orb of white and darkness. Responding to the birth of Allianthé, Szukaj-życia is born. A mimic of life, and in mimicking life, the orb shifts from mass to a humanoid form with flowing white hair, white eyes, and rounded ears. He knows only that he wishes to do what feels unnatural to him.

Might

-4 from both due to inital Khodex entry

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Hop in the discord brother, you should be good to chill and chat in there, I know the main gm is likely just now getting up around now. @Nightknight

Welcome to Vradia

Torsten

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He patted the air above Faline as she became quiet after speaking of a warrior. He smiled, "All greatness passes, like water in a river; it passes by quickly, but is precious to everything that needs it. But something comes better down the stream, like yourself, young Faline." He rocked a bit as he moved forward behind and to the side of her, "It could be considered pride, it could be considered a hardship... But, while grief can be good, be blessed to know that it is a part of your life, to begin with. Celebrate that, and hope that it shows in others around you Young Faline."

He just smiled down at her with rosy cheeks underneath that thickly bearded demeanor; he looked jolly with the intent of happiness, "It is like a fish trying to fly; only if flying is in its name does it do so, but they still try to fly, and they soar higher with each jump out of the water. It is a beautiful and hopeful thing to see something that would be hard to achieve tried so many times. But you can fly should you wish." He tried to joke if he could adequately make jokes, let alone metaphors that made sense to all but those who likely lacked good sanity.

He looked at the trees and frowned as he slowly placed his hand forward protectively; he noticed no birds. Birds were always a good sign; hearing them sing and listening to their beauty is priceless, but when they are gone, something is wrong. All warriors knew that, if anything moved, birds stopped singing. He saw the finger go to the lip, but also realized that if the birds had stopped, they were likely being watched or at least listen for too. He wanted to seem as if he was crouching down to clear brush or something so that he may sit, but in reality, he realized that this mission was likely to have problems from the first day.

He just stopped and crouched down a bit to place his hand to the ground, and he listened; he did not do much moving, "For those, who wish to take a break, I would suggest getting beside me. It will be cold soon." he said as he looked over at Faline. His other hand slipping towards his helmet under his cloak, as his other hand went to his sword. Not pulling it out completely, but then "Do you hear birds, or are they just listening to our song? So quiet and tender they are to let us have our way with the beauty of the forest."

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Erwin

Name: Erwin Est Eluin

Species: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Height : 6'2
Weight : 190-210 lbs
Skin color : fair
Hair Color : Blonde
Eye Color : Blue

A young blond-haired man with a vague resemblance to the king. He has a youthful look, maybe the age of nineteen or twenty. But, soft of face, he doesn't have too many distinguishing factors about him. He looks like a standard young squire, almost like a template for a young German man with some medieval armor and clothes.

But he is often found wearing rather well-off clothing made of suitable cloth materials, dyed, and with good stitching that is hardly visible or edging around it.

He is often found wearing reds and blues together, which is his typical clothing, but there is also typically a form of leather vest or leather padding and armor that covers him. Should he be traveling or in the thought of combat/training, he will typically be in metal plate armor, similar to those of the late medieval/early modern northern Italian.

Bio: Growing up in royalty and nobility, he grew up relatively pomp. Enjoying a relative life of luxury alongside traders and those in the elite. He would serve his uncle well, primarily under his grandfather, as a direct guard and assistant. He would become a squire and serve under knights, King Guard, and local Life Guard units. But this is almost the entirety of his life, being within guard units, parties, and the higher life of the kingdom.

But, when he turned eleven, he truly began life; that was when he didn't grow. He learned to read and write but didn't do much else. Thus, his life was delegated to parties and fighting. Two things that he did well and that he enjoyed. He grew bored and highly arrogant; his grandfather kept him relatively tame, but his ego and size would cause him to become a brat in all sense of the word. He grew and became a strong warrior in the guard, fighting and being able to best a good portion of his allies within the guard.

Growing to an 'older' age, he would be farther away from his friends and such, along with his grandfather and his company, until they were told to return to the capital as his uncle summoned them. He was told to see the king. It was also to get him away from the others and to make less of an embarrassment to the family due to his drunkenness and tomfoolery in political talks.

Passives:
Weapon Master - He knows how to use almost any weapon, from muskets and bows to swords and spears. However, he prefers a sword and halberd.
Armor Master - He can wear most armor without it hindering his movement.
Heavy Drinker - He can drink a lot.

Spells: None

Equipment:
Flintlock rifle - A flintlock musket barrel loading, non-rifled and socket ring for a socket bayonet.
Powder flask - Flask of gunpowder
Socket Bayonet - A bayonet that fits around the barrel but cannot be used as a knife.
Steel Bastard Sword - a hand-in half-sword of a decently long length, a relatively generic sword in all comparison, but it does have a small crested pommel with a bear upon it.
Steel Plate Armor and Armet Helmet - standard medieval armor, styled as if in Northern Italy.
Steel hatchet - a small axe typically used for cutting wood but can be used as a weapon on short notice.
Steel off-knife - a utilitarian knife that can be used for self-defense or many reasons on short notice.
Leather side bag - A good purpose draw bag to hang over the shoulder or on a belt.
Backpack and pack roll - a backpack and sleeping roll for storage.
Cooking kit - standard military cooking kit, small metal pan/fork to put over a fire.

Other: For the most part is just a common elite who is into being an officer, and soldiery.

Thernous

Name: Thernous Est Eluin

Species: Human

Age: 76

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Height : 5'7
Weight : 140 lbs
Skin : Pasty white
Hair Color : White
Eye Color : Blue

An aging man who has seemed to have done much in his life. He is thick but aged, but for his age, he is still up and moving decently well. However, he is typically seen with a staff to walk with, a friendly wooden staff with a metal curve moving about it that is likely a bisthmus-bronze, that ends near the bottom of the staff. But aside from that, it's typically robes often found in a court, or in a man who is a dignitary to those outside of the court in foreign counties or in the outer lands.

But when traveling, he usually wears drab-colored clothing that won't get dirty on horseback or while walking—usually robes, tunics, and cloaks.

Bio: At a young age, he took to books while his nephew grew into a great man; he continued his life in his father's libraries. When he was young, when wars and trials arose, he saw his country grow into something beautiful. While he often didn't fight, he was found to be a good and wise young man to send as dignitaries, as an olive branch of peace, or as a hand of coin for trade. His primary task to his kingdom was to be one who talked and made things better, and he traveled far and wide to some places most of his kingdom did not know about.

But, since his youth, he has been advising those in his kingdom, specifically his family, in their business and running of their lands and people. But recently, he has been taking care of his younger grandson, keeping him away from many things, and making sure that his lifestyle does not get out of hand to teach the man some wisdom to the world. But, when it comes to it, he and his grandson are sent back to the capital to do his work once again for his uncle.

Passives:
Wisdom of age : He shows as an entity of simplicity and good; while he is ancient and caring, he tends to be a source of wisdom even if he doesn't speak.

Humbling approach : He tends to be a very lovely individual, seems humble, and can make even small things humble.

Scholar of engineering and trades : he tends to study trades, architecture, and arts, and he tries to be something beyond to assist those in the world, but he also uses it with magic, putting logic to something magical.

Spells:
Healing Hand : He can heal wounds, and with his knowledge and scholar, can combine it with essential medication.

Heating Hand : his hands can heat up, it can warm up small things, or assist in cleaning wounds.

Natural thought : He can calm his mind, and use the weave to allow him to see a situation clearly and relentlessly, but it also allows for an intelligence to arise when doing math.

Hand of fire : He is able to throw fire from his hands, but he often does not do it wildly like a pyromancer, he often confines it to small areas similar to a heating hand, where he can make clean cuts in flesh, stone, or other small objects, it makes it easy to craft, or shape blocks when building. But he also can cauterize wounds, and, if left untamed, spews fire, can also be transmuted through his staff's end.

Equipment:
Scholarly/Noble robes - Robes found for those of a high status.
Staff - a walking staff that he can push magic through should it be needed.
Satchel - a small leather satchel
Tea set - a metal tea set with eight cups and a tea set.
Tea pouch - a pouch full of tea leaves
Cooking set - a few pans, a pot, cooking utensils
Blanket rolls - several for sitting, several for sleeping.

Other: Often, he drinks tea and other warm drinks while on the road; he often does not fight or do many things besides talk and be a source of information.

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Erwin

Name: Erwin Est Eluin

Species: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Height : 6'2
Weight : 190-210 lbs
Skin color : fair
Hair Color : Blonde
Eye Color : Blue

A young blond-haired man with a vague resemblance to the king. He has a youthful look, maybe the age of nineteen or twenty. But, soft of face, he doesn't have too many distinguishing factors about him. He looks like a standard young squire, almost like a template for a young German man with some medieval armor and clothes.

But he is often found wearing rather well-off clothing made of suitable cloth materials, dyed, and with good stitching that is hardly visible or edging around it.

He is often found wearing reds and blues together, which is his typical clothing, but there is also typically a form of leather vest or leather padding and armor that covers him. Should he be traveling or in the thought of combat/training, he will typically be in metal plate armor, similar to those of the late medieval/early modern northern Italian.

Bio: Growing up in royalty and nobility, he grew up relatively pomp. Enjoying a relative life of luxury alongside traders and those in the elite. He would serve his uncle well, primarily under his grandfather, as a direct guard and assistant. He would become a squire and serve under knights, King Guard, and local Life Guard units. But this is almost the entirety of his life, being within guard units, parties, and the higher life of the kingdom.

But, when he turned eleven, he truly began life; that was when he didn't grow. He learned to read and write but didn't do much else. Thus, his life was delegated to parties and fighting. Two things that he did well and that he enjoyed. He grew bored and highly arrogant; his grandfather kept him relatively tame, but his ego and size would cause him to become a brat in all sense of the word. He grew and became a strong warrior in the guard, fighting and being able to best a good portion of his allies within the guard.

Growing to an 'older' age, he would be farther away from his friends and such, along with his grandfather and his company, until they were told to return to the capital as his uncle summoned them. He was told to see the king. It was also to get him away from the others and to make less of an embarrassment to the family due to his drunkenness and tomfoolery in political talks.

Passives:
Weapon Master - He knows how to use almost any weapon, from muskets and bows to swords and spears. However, he prefers a sword and halberd.
Armor Master - He can wear most armor without it hindering his movement.
Heavy Drinker - He can drink a lot.

Spells: None

Equipment:
Flintlock rifle - A flintlock musket barrel loading, non-rifled and socket ring for a socket bayonet.
Powder flask - Flask of gunpowder
Socket Bayonet - A bayonet that fits around the barrel but cannot be used as a knife.
Steel Bastard Sword - a hand-in half-sword of a decently long length, a relatively generic sword in all comparison, but it does have a small crested pommel with a bear upon it.
Steel Plate Armor and Armet Helmet - standard medieval armor, styled as if in Northern Italy.
Steel hatchet - a small axe typically used for cutting wood but can be used as a weapon on short notice.
Steel off-knife - a utilitarian knife that can be used for self-defense or many reasons on short notice.
Leather side bag - A good purpose draw bag to hang over the shoulder or on a belt.
Backpack and pack roll - a backpack and sleeping roll for storage.
Cooking kit - standard military cooking kit, small metal pan/fork to put over a fire.

Other: For the most part is just a common elite who is into being an officer, and soldiery.

Thernous

Name: Thernous Est Eluin

Species: Human

Age: 76

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Height : 5'7
Weight : 140 lbs
Skin : Pasty white
Hair Color : White
Eye Color : Blue

An aging man who has seemed to have done much in his life. He is thick but aged, but for his age, he is still up and moving decently well. However, he is typically seen with a staff to walk with, a friendly wooden staff with a metal curve moving about it that is likely a bisthmus-bronze, that ends near the bottom of the staff. But aside from that, it's typically robes often found in a court, or in a man who is a dignitary to those outside of the court in foreign counties or in the outer lands.

But when traveling, he usually wears drab-colored clothing that won't get dirty on horseback or while walking—usually robes, tunics, and cloaks.

Bio: At a young age, he took to books while his nephew grew into a great man; he continued his life in his father's libraries. When he was young, when wars and trials arose, he saw his country grow into something beautiful. While he often didn't fight, he was found to be a good and wise young man to send as dignitaries, as an olive branch of peace, or as a hand of coin for trade. His primary task to his kingdom was to be one who talked and made things better, and he traveled far and wide to some places most of his kingdom did not know about.

But, since his youth, he has been advising those in his kingdom, specifically his family, in their business and running of their lands and people. But recently, he has been taking care of his younger grandson, keeping him away from many things, and making sure that his lifestyle does not get out of hand to teach the man some wisdom to the world. But, when it comes to it, he and his grandson are sent back to the capital to do his work once again for his uncle.

Passives:
Wisdom of age : He shows as an entity of simplicity and good; while he is ancient and caring, he tends to be a source of wisdom even if he doesn't speak.

Humbling approach : He tends to be a very lovely individual, seems humble, and can make even small things humble.

Scholar of engineering and trades : he tends to study trades, architecture, and arts, and he tries to be something beyond to assist those in the world, but he also uses it with magic, putting logic to something magical.

Spells:
Healing Hand : He can heal wounds, and with his knowledge and scholar, can combine it with essential medication.

Heating Hand : his hands can heat up, it can warm up small things, or assist in cleaning wounds.

Natural thought : He can calm his mind, and use the weave to allow him to see a situation clearly and relentlessly, but it also allows for an intelligence to arise when doing math.

Hand of fire : He is able to throw fire from his hands, but he often does not do it wildly like a pyromancer, he often confines it to small areas similar to a heating hand, where he can make clean cuts in flesh, stone, or other small objects, it makes it easy to craft, or shape blocks when building. But he also can cauterize wounds, and, if left untamed, spews fire, can also be transmuted through his staff's end.

Equipment:
Scholarly/Noble robes - Robes found for those of a high status.
Staff - a walking staff that he can push magic through should it be needed.
Satchel - a small leather satchel
Tea set - a metal tea set with eight cups and a tea set.
Tea pouch - a pouch full of tea leaves
Cooking set - a few pans, a pot, cooking utensils
Blanket rolls - several for sitting, several for sleeping.

Other: Often, he drinks tea and other warm drinks while on the road; he often does not fight or do many things besides talk and be a source of information.

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Szukaj-życia

Szukaj-życia

Seeker of the Dead - Black Knight - Death - Reaper - Fate Weaver - Night Caller - Last Embrace - Final Judge
God of Death

Domain of Death

Szukaj-życia lives within the domain of the afterlife; while he is the god of death, he does not control how something dies. He is only the link between life and the afterlife. He is peace; he is the thought of something after. He gives those judgments and begins their new story wherever that may be.

Because without him, what would life be if there was no moment to reflect upon life and see how life indeed was? Without death, life could not flourish, novels could not end, and the cycle could not be fulfilled. But it is the afterlife, the moment of death when Szukaj-życia takes hold when those enter his realm and shows them where they are going. To a perfect afterlife of happiness, suffering, rebirth, or the infinite clauses that come after death. He is each person's guide; he is the one who tends to the forests of dead trees and walks with the spirits that haunt or help those still in the mortal world. After death, you become his.

Appearance

Pictures, descriptions or both are fine. You can specify preferred forms and what forms they adopt in particular circumstances.

The pale rider is when Death is typically seen as an old man riding a horse, leading another horse behind him. This form tends to be a gaunt man with pale skin, dry and stretched skin, and spindly bony fingers. He is a pale rider.

Pale Rider Form

But his proper form is that of a tall, middle-aged man with a large set of thick feathered wings upon his back and a halo. This form is usually seen with a staff, a scythe, or an axe. In the other hand, he either has a clock or a broken hourglass in his other hand. Almost entirely clothed either in pure white or pure black, depending on the individual, each person will likely see his clothing and halo in a different light.

Proper Form

The Gardener
This form is similar to the first but more jovial and quaint, but often only seen in forests or wilderness areas away from people or towns that quickly. But, if looked upon by most, it will seem like a ghost planting ghost plants, from trees to flowers.

He may have other lesser appearances, but that depends on the person. He often changes his appearance to ease the passing and judgment of the dead. Be it an animal, plant, or person; he will take the form which may ease the dead or frighten them depending on his first impression.

Death
His last appearance is that which he is typically idolized as, and that is a skeleton with a dark cloak over his form.

Description

Description

Szukaj-życia tends to be kind; most of the world is innocent, and nature tends to be quaint in his realm. He is often at home but also in the mortal realm, where he makes treats with those who enter his domain.

He is typically solemn and quiet when in his domain, his home. He often goes to writing stories he heard from those who have died, painting pictures of those he has taken in, and caring for those who reside in his yard and realm, primarily the entities of nature. Tending to ghostly gardens, feeding ghostly animals, and talking to those dead judged well by him who are residing within the gardens of death.

Going to the spans of his home are those who have been judged poorly, who tend to be in pain and suffering compared to those closest to his home. These individuals have typically done something wrong in their lives, but it is to be judged when they die based on the action; they tend to be hunted by predatory animals that reside there.

But in the mortal realm, he tends to be just a traveler who acts as a guide as he wanders and travels. He is humble and wise, trying to spread wisdom, joy, and life. A hermit, he is just around, traveling and finding those about to enter his domain. Seen by many as just a traveler and often can be found within towns and cities across the world as just a simple man.

But oftentimes, he tends to the world, reaping what the world has sown for him. And he lives a simple life, doing a simple job. He kept to himself mainly in the wilderness and seemed like a beggar or a wise old man out in the wild. But for the most part, his parts throughout the world are there to be shepherds into the next life for those who die.

But finally, he is typically correlated with dying and the causation of death, which he is not. He is just the messenger and guide.

Musical Theme

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Szukaj-życia

Szukaj-życia

Seeker of the Dead - Black Knight - Death - Reaper - Fate Weaver - Night Caller - Last Embrace - Final Judge
God of Death

Domain of Death

Szukaj-życia lives within the domain of the afterlife; while he is the god of death, he does not control how something dies. He is only the link between life and the afterlife. He is peace; he is the thought of something after. He gives those judgments and begins their new story wherever that may be.

Because without him, what would life be if there was no moment to reflect upon life and see how life indeed was? Without death, life could not flourish, novels could not end, and the cycle could not be fulfilled. But it is the afterlife, the moment of death when Szukaj-życia takes hold when those enter his realm and shows them where they are going. To a perfect afterlife of happiness, suffering, rebirth, or the infinite clauses that come after death. He is each person's guide; he is the one who tends to the forests of dead trees and walks with the spirits that haunt or help those still in the mortal world. After death, you become his.

Appearance

Pictures, descriptions or both are fine. You can specify preferred forms and what forms they adopt in particular circumstances.

The pale rider is when Death is typically seen as an old man riding a horse, leading another horse behind him. This form tends to be a gaunt man with pale skin, dry and stretched skin, and spindly bony fingers. He is a pale rider.

Pale Rider Form

But his proper form is that of a tall, middle-aged man with a large set of thick feathered wings upon his back and a halo. This form is usually seen with a staff, a scythe, or an axe. In the other hand, he either has a clock or a broken hourglass in his other hand. Almost entirely clothed either in pure white or pure black, depending on the individual, each person will likely see his clothing and halo in a different light.

Proper Form

The Gardener
This form is similar to the first but more jovial and quaint, but often only seen in forests or wilderness areas away from people or towns that quickly. But, if looked upon by most, it will seem like a ghost planting ghost plants, from trees to flowers.

He may have other lesser appearances, but that depends on the person. He often changes his appearance to ease the passing and judgment of the dead. Be it an animal, plant, or person; he will take the form which may ease the dead or frighten them depending on his first impression.

Death
His last appearance is that which he is typically idolized as, and that is a skeleton with a dark cloak over his form.

Description

Description

Szukaj-życia tends to be kind; most of the world is innocent, and nature tends to be quaint in his realm. He is often at home but also in the mortal realm, where he makes treats with those who enter his domain.

He is typically solemn and quiet when in his domain, his home. He often goes to writing stories he heard from those who have died, painting pictures of those he has taken in, and caring for those who reside in his yard and realm, primarily the entities of nature. Tending to ghostly gardens, feeding ghostly animals, and talking to those dead judged well by him who are residing within the gardens of death.

Going to the spans of his home are those who have been judged poorly, who tend to be in pain and suffering compared to those closest to his home. These individuals have typically done something wrong in their lives, but it is to be judged when they die based on the action; they tend to be hunted by predatory animals that reside there.

But in the mortal realm, he tends to be just a traveler who acts as a guide as he wanders and travels. He is humble and wise, trying to spread wisdom, joy, and life. A hermit, he is just around, traveling and finding those about to enter his domain. Seen by many as just a traveler and often can be found within towns and cities across the world as just a simple man.

But oftentimes, he tends to the world, reaping what the world has sown for him. And he lives a simple life, doing a simple job. He kept to himself mainly in the wilderness and seemed like a beggar or a wise old man out in the wild. But for the most part, his parts throughout the world are there to be shepherds into the next life for those who die.

But finally, he is typically correlated with dying and the causation of death, which he is not. He is just the messenger and guide.

Musical Theme

Knights of the Skies

Poptart

Terry

Name: Terry Michael Adams
Callsign: Poptart - BW-331
Age: 57
Species: Human
Nationality: South Eastern United States
Appearance:

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Aging but spry American, thicker, more built like traditional individuals who keep their body up instead of body built. But relatively straight to military standard with slightly longer than normal hairstyles. Often found in jackets, flight suits, and with a helmet on at all times. His hair is graying, but with a thicker head of hair and some dye, he at most can be considered a pepper shaker in hair. He looks well for his age, and for the most part is healthy and spry compared to the other older pilots.

Personality: Relatively laid back and chill. Not very stern or stressed, but can be if needed. Open book, and can talk for hours if needed. Can be more father-like to younger pilots, and is usually cooking, or sitting in a plane/lounge area. But overall, he is a relatively cheery individual, happy, constantly moving and he doesn't sit still much. But, he can turn bitter, and almost cynical in a moments notice, with prejudice expelling from him as a dark aura surrounds him should specific topics be brought up. Though he does try to contain it around the younger folk, he also prefers being in a plane compared to talking and debating tactics. he can do that, but he prefers an active lifestyle.

He also can seem distant and lonely; he chose to have the weapons systems rerouted to automation, long distance, or by manual pilot control. This is likely a symptom of his past, the same thing that brings out his bitterness. He tends to keep most of these things in places he seems to feel safe or places he knows he can be alone; this is typically his cock pit and random areas around the base. Possibly a hoarding situation, but nonetheless, he is a strong combat veteran with plenty of experience and wisdom to pass on.

Personal History: Raised in an Army family, he grew into a young pilot at a young age, joining local civil air patrol groups where his family moved around. Eventually, his father got stationed on a base flying the A4, and training other Second/Third-world pilots how to operate the aircraft, he would learn to fly it as well.

When he turned 18, he was accepted into the Army Air Corps if he got a commission or stayed in long enough to become a Warrant Officer. He chose the former and became an officer, attending school under a ROTC in Alabama. He would return to base, have enough signatures to become a pilot, and train for over a year in the F-111 Aardvark, gaining the callsign 'Poptart' after his love for poptarts in flight school, flying it in Desert Storm within the next few years of his life. He flew in every sortie he could, and eventually, after Desert Storm, he was sidelined for other aircraft and their supposed capabilities, though he was still used and trained by other pilots. He would be discharged to become a UPS pilot for several years before 9/11 happened, and he reenlisted in the army, continuing with tactical support and his experience as a heavier plane pilot, the AC-130. He would continue to fly this until the Obama administration when he left the army again under honorable discharge and continued his life as a Southwest pilot until he was brought back to fight against those wishing to coup the United States. He went back into service with reserve planes, one of which was the F-111, which he continues to fly today in primarily multi-role missions.

His life when the war began, and the asteroids hit turned him into a darker version of his older self; his wife and children were killed in the initial moments of the war by an asteroid impact. While he tries to keep a cheerful mood like his old self, he has turned bitter, and for the worse. But, his history after this is standard to most close support, and strategic bombing pilots, though he sometimes has to engage in air-to-air combat with long-range missiles. But, he typically is there on base to train and support other pilots, especially the younger pilots and those who have gone through something in recent times.

Personal Weapons/Gear:
M9 Beretta - Standard US Army early 2000s
K-Bar
Seat Hatchet
M4A1 (Co-Pilot seat)
Henry 45-70 repeating rifle (Co-Pilot Seat)
Cimmaron Arizona Ranger Competition (Co-Pilot Seat)
M6-Chappa x - multicaliber survival gun

Standard Seat Kit
(Fire Kit/2 weeks ration pack/Water filtration kit/flare gun/reflective tarp blanket/bear spray/animal repellent/dotting spray)

Kitbag (strapped onto copilot seat)
Picture of family in frame
Cooking Kit
Mills bag
letters from family
most personal information/belongings (diplomas/identification cards and paperwork/etc)
Survival Radio

Aircraft F-111M

Aircraft : F-111M (F-111 Modernized)
Specifications : F-111 model, with updated computer systems, refitted engines, and hull strengthening for updated mechanical systems and faster speeds. Better radar, and electronic equipment for other uses such as electronic warfare. Better thrust/engine systems.

General Use/Purpose : Being brought back from the reserve air fleet, the planes underwent modifications for more autonomy and use as multi-role aircraft. BeingGe able to defend itself from incoming air targets with a decent statistic rate, to its intended role as a ground support/strategic bomber. Able to flow traditionally with both a Pilot and Weapons Operator/Co-Pilot, or with only a pilot and a set of automation/additions to allow remote weapons control or manual control/lock depending on operation integrity and shortage of those knowledgeable in the combined systems.

Extra modifications for pilots' aircraft
Automation/Single pilot station for aircraft.
Multi-role racks for in-air equipment and ordinance for newer/broad range of weapon systems.
Laptop tray and laptop (for weapons systems)

Photo of plane

Knights of the Skies

@Silverwind Blade They still fly here in the States sometimes during airshows, specially in the South. They are beautiful, I wish I could have seen them in action. But, I guess airshows are a lot more prevalent here in the states than in the Old World.

Knights of the Skies

@Silverwind Blade I suggest trying to find one in an airshow, that and the A-4, beautiful planes and majestic in all accounts. I saw a few when an Aussie group and some diggers came here to the states for training when I was doing a FoI on a local base, and she sounded beautiful.