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Attack on Titan: Somnium

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That was quick! Dankeshun.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

PC/Important characters

Lauren Jones

Lauren Jones

I'll just follow your lead, if that's alright.

Nickname: 'Law' (shortened from Lauren, nothing to do with the law)
Age: 13 > 15 > 18
Height: 5' 1" > 5' 5" > 5' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs > 115 > 160 lbs

Short Bio: Born into a military family, of sorts, Lauren always had the notion that she would enroll one day as per the family tradition. Her father, a large and brawny man with a gentle nature, worked as a doctor specialising in injuries and was often one who tended to the survivors the Scouts brought back from their forays beyond the Wall. Her mother was a low ranking officer in the Garrison who was posted on the walls surrounding Shiganshina facing out towards the land dominated by Titans. This was still a low danger job as no Titan could reach them on top of the walls and there was no need for them to attack the Titans clawing at the walls, unless the Scouts were coming or returning.

Due to the location of their work, Lauren's family moved into Shiganshina shortly after she was born and lived well. Lauren was dimly aware that she had other family somewhere past Wall Rose but had never met them, having spent her entire life up until now in the small town.

After the Titans broke through Wall Maria, Lauren fled with her wounded Pa, Mora, Jade and the little boy whom Cain (Mora's deceased brother) rescued, Atticus. In the two years between then and signed up to join the Cadets, Lauren worked as a medic in her father's stead and has become very capable in the field. She has grown closer with Jade and Mora, the latter especially, and feels the need to look out for them for both have developed strong and stubborn personalities which she fears will land them in trouble.

Unknown to anyone else, except perhaps her Pa whom she is sure has his suspicions, Lauren has turned to alcohol to help her through harder times, especially when turning in for the night. She feels shame in her reliance on spirits but sees no other way to cope with the loss of her Ma and the other horrors she saw in Shinganshina.

After three years of training in the cadets, Lauren has a toughness which she had never possessed before. She had confronted her alcohol dependency and renewed her focus on her mother's last orders, to return to Shiganshina one day. Her relationship with Mora remains an awkward friendship but also something more, never truly realised but enough to give her hope. As she grew closer to Mora, however, her friendship with Jade became from fractious, the younger girl jealous unspoken bond forming between the two older girls.

Now that Mora and Jade had been ordered to the Northern districts, Lauren has chosen to focus on the task at hand; resolving to survive and retake Shiganshina one day, for them if not for herself. Then, finally, they might return there together and turn the clock back to before that fateful day.

Personality: Lauren's always been the quiet type, she dislikes being in the limelight and prefers to follow others. By no means is she unable to make her own decisions, she merely doesn't feel comfortable making them for others. She's open to other people but rarely makes the first move to engage them, just as comfortable being lost in her own thoughts as being surrounded by friends. During the day, and especially when with others, she prefers to be doing something active rather than sitting around and talking but she'll go with the flow of things most of the time.

After the escape from Shinganshina, Lauren has learned responsibility through her work as a medic alongside her Pa. She tends to mother groups of people, especially her close friends Mora and Jade, and is forever concerned with others' welfare. That is not to say that she's turned soft, for there is steel within her and she doesn't pamper her patients.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 8
• Speed: 15
• Teamwork: 10
• Leadership: 2
• Skill (gear): 15

Jayden Weber

Jayden Weber

Nickname: Jay
Age: 18
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 180 lbs

Short Bio: Jay speaks little of his life before the cadets and is often prickly when pressed. The little he has revealed is of his parents, weavers working in Shiganshina in the shadow of Wall Maria, who were killed in the town's fall. Their house was near the gate which the Colossal Titan breached and so there was no chance for them to escape, the initial blast or the ensuing Titan attack ending their lives. Jay escaped, having been away from home at the time and escaped the disaster.

He spent the following years as a cutpurse and a thug, travelling around various towns within Wall Rose before being picked up by a recruiter drumming up support for the cadets, enticed as he was by the promise of a steady pay cheque.

Personality: Confrontational and blunt, Jay makes few friends. He's loyal to those around him but does not work well in a team and comes across as rude and ready for a scrap.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 15
• Speed: 10
• Teamwork: 5
• Leadership: 5
• Skill (gear): 15

Alice Hart

Captain Alice 'Al' Hart

Age: 24
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 130lbs

Short Bio: Captain of the Special Operations Squad of the Survey Corps and reputedly the fastest and most skilled user of the gear, Alice's more humble origins make her reputation all the more remarkable. Born into an orphanage from where she moved immediately into the military at an extraordinarily young age, having approached her current height at the age of eleven, she is one of the youngest cadets to have made it through the Training Corps' strict regime. She quickly showed great promise, in particular with the Gear, and came top of that year's graduating Cadets but spurned the promise of a luxurious career in the Military Police in exchange for a role in the Garrison.

Stationed in Shiganshina at the time of the attack, Alice came face to face with the true horror of the Titans. She had seen them from atop the Wall, seen the Survey Corps returning battered and defeated time after time but nothing had brought the reality of a Titan's power, their sheer appetite for humanity and the seeming inevitably of death at their giant hands like he arrival of the Colossal Titan and the subsequent destruction of the town.

She immediately requested a transfer to the Survey Corps and rapidly worked her way up to Captain having shown no real appetite previously for advancement or any real motivation beyond simply surviving.

Personality: Deadly serious at all times with a burning rage towards Titans always simmering below the surface, Alice can often seem like a bomb ready to go off at the slightest touch. She is fiercely protective of those under her command but is aware that sacrificing herself would be a detriment to humanity, more so than the loss of any other skilled soldier currently in the Survey Corps. She is not unkind but rarely interacts on a deeply personal level, encouraging those struggling with negative emotions to simply work through them without engaging herself. She is a fighter rather than a leader, choosing to command a small team of elite soldiers who support her more than work with her, allowing her a free hand to fight as she wills.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 2
• Speed:25
• Teamwork: 1
• Leadership: 2
• Skill (gear): 20

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NPC/Meat Shield characters

Russell Heisner

Russell Heisner

Nickname: 'Rusty'
Age: 19
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 230 lbs

Short Bio: Heralding from the northern regions within Wall Maria, Russell and his family had plenty of time to evacuate after the breach of Maria. Like many from the largely farming communities from which they originated they sound found that their skills were in large surplus. Most of the refugees were put into the fields for manual labour, regardless of skill or knowledge and there was no space for a family who had lost everything to rebuild their life on a new farmstead.

His parents were both sent out to 'take back Maria', the disastrous expedition that's only success was to allow those who remained to have a decent meal once a day. Left with his sister, only a year younger than himself, and no work to support them, Russell enrolled in the cadets to earn a steady pay check of which all he sent back to his sister, Margaret. He always had a tough body from years working in the fields and it served him well in the hand to hand combat training and the endurance exercises but he struggled with the gear to begin with and even now is a little slow in its use even if, technically at least, he's an accomplished user of the device now.

Personality: No-nonsense, serious and desperate to live but not a coward - he just hasn't given up yet.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 18
• Speed: 5
• Teamwork: 10
• Leadership: 5
• Skill (gear): 12

Helen Weissman

Helen Weissman

Nickname: None.
Age: 15
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 115 lbs

Short Bio: From Orvud District and a relatively wealthy family, Helen is an unusual specimen in the cadets. Her family are merchants but her father, the current head of the family company, served in the Military Police from where he made his connections (and dubiously makes a great deal of his business) decreed that all of his offspring should have some experience of a soldier's life. This was not through any sense of duty, he merely felt that the harsh training would instil some backbone into his children who enjoyed a very plush an easy life, on the back of his success.

Helen hated the cadets. She had never had to work hard in her life, especially not physically, but she worked hard and refused to admit defeat, eventually surviving the process of turning her into a soldier. Slight of build but fast and quick-witted, she excelled in obstacle courses and the use of the gear although she struggled with complex manoeuvres and has no strength to speak of.

Personality: Stubborn when her back is against the wall but otherwise easygoing to the point of being lazy. Doesn't like to get her hands, or any part of her for that matter, dirty, if she can help it.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 4
• Speed: 20
• Teamwork: 8
• Leadership: 5
• Skill (gear): 13

Gregory Findlay

Gregory Findlay

Nickname: Greg
Age: 17
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 150 lbs

Short Bio: Greg is a fairly effeminate young lad, with blond hair a little longer than most male styles and with angular cheekbones giving him a slightly feminine appearance. As a result he was often bullied and sought out protectors rather than friends although they often came in the same form. Away from Shiganshina when the attack happened, Greg lost his aunt whom he had been staying with but had enough inheritance to manage for a time without too much struggle. He joined the cadets since he had few other skills he could use and soon found he had some ability with the Gear.

During the mountain hike he twisted his ankle and was unable to escape the avalanche. Lauren's intervention saved his life, her injury a direct result of his own and he still feels that he is in her debt.

Personality: An eternal optimist and desperate to befriend everyone around him, Greg is a gentle person with little to no rage or anger within him. He does not hate Titans but choose to fight because of the threat they pose to others.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 10
• Speed: 15
• Teamwork: 10
• Leadership: 0
• Skill (gear): 15

Fleur Seymour

Fleur Seymour

Nickname: None
Age: 19
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 160 lbs

Short Bio: Fleur is the fourth female child of a well to do family from the capital. Due to the significant length of the line of succession she was expected to inherit nothing and so needed to find a career for herself. The usual solution for young men and women in her position was to push them into the cadets and then use connections to find them a place within the Military Police, regardless of their end of training rankings thanks to family connections.

Fleur went as expected and joined the cadets but found the training, the will to fight of those around them and the joy of being something actually important of more interest than the political games of the rich families in the capital. Spurning her parents' attempts to move her into the Military Police, she graduated and plans to join one of the other divisions on her own merit.

Personality: Determined to make something of herself and prove she isn't just another girl from a rich family, Fleur is focused on her goal of advancing and will fight as hard as any to survive. Although the hatred her fellows bear towards the Titans is not her own she has taken the emotion to heart and has assumed their dreams to retake Wall Maria.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 10
• Speed: 8
• Teamwork: 10
• Leadership: 7
• Skill (gear): 15

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Lauren Jones

Lauren Jones

I'll just follow your lead, if that's alright.

Nickname: 'Law' (shortened from Lauren, nothing to do with the law)
Age: 15
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 130 lbs

Short Bio: Born into a military family, of sorts, Lauren always had the notion that she would enroll one day as per the family tradition. Her father, a large and brawny man with a gentle nature, worked as a doctor specialising in injuries and was often one who tended to the survivors the Scouts brought back from their forays beyond the Wall. Her mother was a low ranking officer in the Garrison who was posted on the walls surrounding Shiganshina facing out towards the land dominated by Titans. This was still a low danger job as no Titan could reach them on top of the walls and there was no need for them to attack the Titans clawing at the walls, unless the Scouts were coming or returning.

Due to the location of their work, Lauren's family moved into Shiganshina shortly after she was born and lived well. Lauren was dimly aware that she had other family somewhere past Wall Rose but had never met them, having spent her entire life up until now in the small town.

Personality: Lauren's always been the quiet type, she dislikes being in the limelight and prefers to follow others. By no means is she unable to make her own decisions, she merely doesn't feel comfortable making them for others. She's open to other people but rarely makes the first move to engage them, just as comfortable being lost in her own thoughts as being surrounded by friends. During the day, and especially when with others, she prefers to be doing something active rather than sitting around and talking but she'll go with the flow of things most of the time.

Stats
• Physical Strength: 8
• Speed: 15
• Teamwork: 10
• Leadership: 2
• Skill (gear): 15

Attack on Titan: 105th Cadets

Dropping my interest all over this thread.

Questing for Reality

Artorigios

Virtual Reality World: Homeworld

Artorigios stood outside Trinity Church, New York City. He had assumed that, along with the other clues, the theme was apparently the National Treasure film and the Trinity symbol he had discovered on the bell was clearly pointing him here. He looked around but there weren't that many passersby so he entered the silent church, closing the doors behind him as he did so. There weren't any visible players in the church, nor were there any NPCs. He stood for a moment, eyes closed to use his listen skill to its max but there was no sound except from outside on the street.

He swiped down a small window on his display and brought up his Quest folder, filled with blog links, news resources and anything else he could come up with which he thought to be relevant. On his way he had transferred a digital copy of National Treasure to the folder and bookmarked the scene where they entered Trinity Church in the film; now he loaded the film up and pinched the window so that it wasn't in his way but he could follow the steps there.

After finding the wall grave indicated in the film he minimsed the film and pushed on the plaque. Thankfully he didn't need to destroy it like they did in the film and the plaque just disappeared, revealing a small hole into which he could climb. Drawing an electric torch from his inventory, Artorigios climbed into the empty grave and crawled along the tunnel it had revealed. As in the film, the other side was a deep cavern with a rickety wooden staircase leading to an ancient pulley.

He trod carefully, it was unlikely that the area had been designed as in the film to be fragile but he wasn't going to take that risk at this point; who knew how close the next person might be behind him? The platform creaked from side to side eerily as he stepped onto it and activated the pulley system so that it sank into the darkness, his torch the only thing to illuminate it. It was a couple of minutes before he reached the next stage so he used the time to review the next part in the film but this proved pointless; as soon as she stopped off the wooden lift and onto the next platform he saw that this area bore no resemblance to the film at all.

There was a plain rock face but there were no symbols or any of the features seen in the film. He began to search the walls, pressing his hands against them to see if there were any hidden entrances but nothing appeared. Frowning, he took a step back and looked again but nothing new revealed itself.

Julius sighed, removing the VR gear and moving to the kitchen to pop the kettle on. As the water boiled he considered the new obstacle, only just noticing the quiet click that signalled the water had boiled. He opened the cupboard and stared inside, considering what tea leaf he wanted to use but found that he had forgotten to put on his glasses and he couldn't read the box labels. He went to retrieve his glasses and put them on, the world instantly becoming clearer as his vision was corrected.

He paused, taking the glasses off and then putting them back on again before discarding them and slipping the VR gear back on; he knew what he was missing.

Heroes of Yore

Thanks for saying. Good luck out there!

Heroes of Yore

So, while we wait for further interest, I want to get this party started. IC is up. The nature of the RP means that it will be easy for others to join at most any point and I'm only looking for a relatively small group as it is.

@FantasyChic Are you still interesting/working on a CS?

Heroes of Yore

Heroes of Yore

It is in times of need that heroes are born. What need have we of them when there is no danger, no threat, no evil; to confront? And so we revere the heroes of the past, having none among us who fit that same romantic image of one figure standing against an encroaching darkness. No revolutionary, fighting to uplift their people out from a demon's shadow. No Arthurs, no Joan of Arks, no Hercules.

But now is a time when such heroes must return, for we have need of them. Dark and shadowy creatures, numerous and various in their shape and size, roam the land having poured out of the little wilderness still left on the Earth. With no opposition they overran most of our towns and cities, flinching little when faced with modern weaponry. Organised armies, trained to fight against their fellow humans, scattered to the wind in fear as their weapons did nothing to slow the onslaught; tanks ripped apart or crushed by the largest of the creatures while the small feral ones hunted down the skirmishing infantry. Aircraft strafed the enemy horde to no avail until they were forced to return home, having accomplished nothing, or else were plucked from the sky when straying too close to a giant.

Humanity has retreated to its final bastions, its greatest cities, and there built walls that put all former defences to shame in both scale and complexity. There, they have explored their final hope, a return of heroes to our land. Not the heroes of today but the heroes of yore, reborn in avatars possessing their power and their tenacity, who will lead humanity in their struggle against complete annihilation.

A year has passed and an uneasy status quo has taken root, the creatures roam the world at will and the only safe methods of transport are by sea and air. The military has been reformed, the former soldiers now acting as policing forces, with the task of the army now to protect against the creatures. Some attempts at pushing them back were made but failed disastrously, with catastrophic casualties for precious little gain.

You are a citizen of Carcassonne in South-West France, a city that still possessed medieval walls and managed to survive the initial wave of attacks. Whether you were from the region before, a tourist at the time or a refugee who had managed to find safety within the city walls, it no longer matters.

The city is under attack, the creatures are inside the walls and chaos reigns. In these moments, with your life reaching its certain end, you hear someone reach out to you, promising you the strength to make it through if you have the courage to fight. Dead soldiers, having given their life to protect the city, lie nearby and you find a weapon amongst the corpses.

You can fight. You must, to survive.

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Eleanor Greene

Why me, why me, why me!

Her feet pounded the old, faded cobbled road as she ran from the screams and howls behind her. Power had gone out some time ago, when the fighting had started, and the streets were bathed in an eerie moonlight. Flames from buildings set alight near to the city wall cast long shadows but the further she got away from the walls, the darker it got. Still, she couldn't distance herself from the howls which chased her, penetrating deep into the streets filled with panicked civilians, all rushing towards the keep, the one place that might offer safety.

As dusk had fallen scouts on the walls had spotted tall figures in the distance with dark masses below them. An hour later and they could make out the horde approaching with several towering Titan-class amongst the far more numerous Hunter-class. Troops all rushed to the walls and began to evacuate the buildings closest to the gates, just in case. They were too slow, the Titan-class rushing the gates en masse and crushing through them with contemptuous ease. Then followed the flood, overwhelming the garrison as they scrambled to block the wrecked gatehouse.

Eleanor and her family worked close to the gate, that was where the poorest were forced to stay; closest to the danger. She had stayed later than the others, doing a stock count of their rapidly dwindling medicines and food supplies, and had been so caught up in her work that the first she heard of the imminent attack was when the gate fell. Now she was one of the most in danger, stuck at the back of a crowd trying to force its way to safety but all the while blocking the path for those arriving late.

She climbed up onto the bonnet of an abandoned car to look over the crowd, finding herself unable to see to the front such was the press of people before her. More howls sounded behind, much closer now, and when she turned she could see the forerunners of the horde arriving onto the street. They crashed around the corner, mauling at the unfortunates who had been too slow to flee.

These were the Hunter-class, small by comparison to many of the other creatures which had forced humanity to near extinction, but these four legged creatures still stood the height of a stallion and were much bulkier with the muscles of a predator pulsing beneath their skin. They were pitch-black, from their fur to their claws, with only their eyes showing any colour and even then it was an impossible red-purple glare; they were like a bland evil that a child would draw straight from their youthful nightmares. Which made them all the more terrifying, their simple ferocity and bloodlust going against all adult reasoning as they slaughtered without apparent care or cause.

The crowd, until now barely maintaining some sense of order, dissolved into a panicked mob and pressed forward even though there was no room. From her vantage point Eleanor could see people being crushed as their fellows around them ignored all but themselves, pushing towards a vague hope of safety as death came from behind. All around there were howls and screams as the Hunter-class spread through the city, finding victims in every street and exulting in the death they inflicted.

The car shifted beneath her feet and she whipped around to stare into the red eyes of a Hunter-class, its back legs scrabbling as it struggled to gain purchase on the metal surface. Eventually its claws penetrated the thin bodywork and it lunged across the onto the roof, within biting distance of Eleanor who was not stepping back, edging away from the creature. Her body was shaking as she stared into the eyes of certain death, seeing the hunger there. And hate.

"No..." She whispered, taking another step back. Her foot slid on the curved edge of the bonnet and she felt just as the Hunter-class lunged forwards, its claw raking the air mere inches from her face. She fell with a thud onto the ground, air rushing out of her lungs with the impact, and lay stunned. Then the creature was on her, launching off the roof of the car and descending onto her with teeth bared.

Fight! Do you not call yourself an Englishwoman!

Strength flooded her veins and with it, urgency. She rolled away, pushing herself to her feet as she did so with the momentum propelling her awkwardly to her feet. But she was up and she could see the Hunter-class, its head whipping around as its certain prize escaped. Eleanor could feel a new energy filling her body, not just the determination to fight and live, but a strength that felt beyond her. She began to circle the creature, moving away to its side so that it would have to move away from the car and so that she was between it and the back of the crowd. No one was watching, they were too busy forcing their way forwards with the occasional panicked glance back at the young woman facing down a creature with surely not a single hope of surviving.

But she had more than hope. As she moved there was the soft clink of metal chain moving, a comfortable weight settled across her shoulders and pressed around her chest, a glance down and she saw the shine of a chainmail shirt. Her hand closed around the hilt of a broadsword, appearing there as she willed it to. It felt comfortable, it felt right for it to be there, familiar. On her left arm a shield came into being, straps fitting tightly around her forearm. There was no time to question this miraculous turn of events, the voice that had given her the strength to move was sounding in her head, urging her on.

A knight indeed! Show this cur what it means to face a warrior bearing St George's Cross!

She did not question it and lunged forwards, bashing the shield into the Hunter-class's head, an otherwise sickening crunch the result as the reinforced metal kite shield hit with shocking force. With satisfaction she saw the creature stumble away, head turned from the force of the blow and its neck open and inviting. The broadsword swung down in a vicious arc, honed edge slicing through bunched muscle and spilling blood onto the cobbled stones. Stumbling and struggled to carry on standing, the creature began to turn towards her, still alive but stunned and weakened. Another bash of the shield and it fell, dazed, and the sword came down again, this time severing the head completely.

There was no time to celebrate, or question how the weapons had appeared in her hands nor how knew how to wield them, as more Hunter-class spilled into the street. The night was far from over.

Heroes of Yore

@BlackSam3091

Thanks for saying, I appreciate it.

Heroes of Yore

@GreenGoat Good knowledge! Bear in mind that most of those weapons would be from horseback and a battle could be hours in length. Although not heavy in and of itself, a protracted battle would quickly exhaust someone without the requisite strength (especially when fighting beasts the size of a horse!)