Joker892

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

A heavy sigh escaped Jack as he leaned against the bars table and wore a look of dissatisfaction. He light drummed his fingers on the wooden surface and stared towards the other side of the bar with an irritated glare. The bartender of the establishment, Horace, looked to Jack with a collected look while the patrons looked on with worry and fear at his growing aura of annoyance. Horace was a rather large man with darkened skin and it was safe to say he wasn't always a bartender thanks to the many mounted monster heads that lined his bar. They stayed within a moment of silence before he ceased his drumming and glanced to Horace who only kept his calm demeanor. "What do you mean it's 'gone'?" he asked with gritted teeth. The patrons readied themselves to leave while praying for Horace's safety. Horace on the other hand simply sighed and jabbed his thumb towards a large hole in the wall that led into a room that once did contain the bars alcoholic drinks. Now it only belonged to smashed kegs and splintered wood.

"Well ya see last night a certain moron got into a fight with another group of morons and nearly destroyed my place of business. Sadly one of the casualties was my keg room, or how you like to call it, 'the booze room', and now I'm without proper drinks until next month. Now I'm about to get payment back from the bastard who caused that damned hole in my wall and destroyed my product," he said as he balled a heavy looking fist that seemed to steam with his fury. Jack leaned forward on the table and stared at Horace with a frown.

"Yeah, you see that certain bastard?" he mumbled as his fist was covered in shadows.

"Yeah!" Horace growled as a vein pulsated from his head. Jack smirked as he closed his eyes and readied his fist.

"Good," he whispered before spinning around and glaring at the rest of the bar. "Alright, who destroyed my booze room!?" he shouted with anger and vengeance. As Jack readied himself for revenge Horace leaped over the bar and brought down his fist onto Jack skull and smashing his head into the wooden surface.

"YOU DID, MORON!!" Horace roared as he imprinted Jacks head into the bar table with an enraged look. As the smoke calmed down and the splinters finally stopped flying the room was found in a new found silence as the patrons watched Jacks limp body sit motionless within the bars table. Horace huffed and pulled himself back over the bar and crossed his arms as he glared at Jack. After a few moments Jacks head pops up, scaring and surprising a few people in the process and he looks to Horace with a bloody nose and a few splinters in his face. He stared at Horace with a deadpanned look before finally pointing to himself.

"Me?" he questioned as a trail of blood dripped from his nose.

"Yes!" everyone, including Horace, shouted in the building. Jack thought before a moment before snapping out of his deadpanned look and replacing it with a embarrassed smile before chuckling and rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh yeah, I did didn't I? My bad," he apologized. Horace readied another fist filled with steaming anger, but in the end he sighed and shook his head.

"It'll be no use, you probably drunk away your brain cells. Hitting you wouldn't get the point through," he said with a frown and crossed his arms. Jack chuckled and shook his head.

"Ah come on don't be like that. I get it, I get it, my bad. I'll pay you back for the damages," he said, but Horace scoffed.

"With what money?" he questioned. Jack smirked and jabbed a thumb into his chest while using his free hand to pick away the few splinters in his face.

"Well ya see I'm about to be an S-class guild member and when I do become one I'll pay ya back twice the amount!" he said as he held up to fingers and flashed a confident smile as he picked away the last splinter. Horace rubbed his grey beard as he listened to Jack and rolled his eyes, clearly not believing him. Jack frowned held up his hands. "Ah come on, you know me. I'm always good on my word, I'll pay for the damages and more. I swear," he insisted. Horace stared down at Jack for a few more silent moments before sighing.

"Fine, but you better live up to your word. If not then-" Jack waved a hand to dismiss his threats.

"Yeah, yeah you'll throw me out. I know," he said as he had heard this a thousand times. Some didn't know this, but Jack actually is living in Horace's bar. He lives in the room upstairs while Horace lived in his own place outside of the city. Jack was somewhat there to watch the place when Horace was away, but it was clear he should have picked a better person for the job. Horace shook his head and sighed.

"Well why are you back so early anyways, you usually get drunk at the guild before mucking up my place," he said as he leaned against the bar. Jack chuckled.

"Well I'm actually here to pick up a few things before I head off on business," he stated with a grin. Horace raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes and reaching under the bar to pull out a small bag. He hefted it on the table.

"Right, so your supply of flaming whisky and brass knuckles, right?" Jack winked at Horace and pointed a finger towards him as he grabbed the bag.

"You know me so well," he said as he secured the bag on his waist. Horace rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Whatever, just head out before I bash your head deeper into the table," he mumbled. Jack grinned and saluted him as he walked for the front doors.

"Like you can, later old man!" Horace narrowed his eyes at the old man comment, but just gave a lazy wave before Jack exited the building. As Jack left he began to head back to his teams meet up spot in town square and grinned. He could just feel the future challenges coming his way.

@Sho Minazuki@pkken@Spanner

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

I have returned from my long journey! I shall read up on the story so far and get something up!

Ahem... Sorry, I'll try and catch up if that's alright with ya'll.

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

@Lord Sawsaw2

Jack looked to Delsin with a small frown. "Come on Boss, you already know I'm clear for this challenge. It's almost an insult to think I'm not of S-class material," he said with a fake look of sadness. He sighed and crossed his arms. "Besides, higher paying jobs mean more booze money!" he chuckled with a glint of excitement within his eyes. "Now then, might as well find a team that won't slow me down. Later Boss man!" Jack said as he parted ways from Delsin. As he scanned around for any potential partners he quickly spotted Damain speaking with Vega. He gave a sigh as he knew the two weren't a good combination, but shrugged it off and made his way over.

Jack clasped Damain left shoulder. "Hey there light weight," he chuckled and looked to Vega with a grin. "Vega, always sporting that friendly, inviting attitude I see," he joked as he crossed his arms. Vega was an ass, but he was a strong person and Jack respected that. Plus his sort of attitude was something Jack has dealt with in the past with others similar to Vega so it bothers him less then others. "So, you guys ready to crack some skulls? Hopefully we go up against some strong people, it'll make things less boring," he said with smirk.

@Sho Minazuki@pkken

Vikings Westward (closed)

Name: Kaden Yamir

Race/Faction: Christian

Age: 24

Description: Kaden stands at a height of 6'2 and is built to insure the perfect balance between defensive and offensive combat. His tanned skin is slightly scarred from his many years of training and combat. He has a small stubble of brown hair and has short dark brown hair. He has dull grey eyes and over the left eye is a rather large scar from one of his past mistakes. He normally keeps his armor on since that is what he feels most comfortable in.

Armor

Face

"Class": Knight.

History: Kaden was born within a family of farmers, or better known as peasants. He lived the first six years of his life struggling to survive the long and harsh winters with only his father since his mother had died when he was two thanks to starvation. His father was a bitter old man who seemed to try and make Kaden's childhood even harder as he would regularly abuse him in physical and mental ways. Beatings, days without food, verbally cursing him of his mothers death and even to go as far as locking him within the barns by himself. Kaden is still amazed that he even survived at all. Thankfully at the age of seven Kaden seemed to find a break as he was making a trip to the main towns markets. As he browsed the markets goods that he could afford he saw that a small contest was being held by a few high ranking men of the crown.

With his interest peeked he got a closer look and saw that a few knights of the crown were holding a small competition to find their next squire. Kaden was hesitant at first, but after one of the knights told the crowd of the life that awaited a squire he saw it as a chance to escape his father. He was quick to offer his hand in the competition, but he was nearly denied that chance as the crowd, and a few knights, laughed at him as if he was just a foolish child with his head in the stars. Thankfully though a few of the knights saw the look of determination within Kaden's eyes and allowed him to enter. It was a series of hard challenges, but in the end Kaden shocked everyone, the knights included, and was accepted as one of the five to become a knights squire. As his now fellow squires said their goodbyes Kaden was quick to leave for the castle, and left without saying a word to his father.

The years as a squire went on for Kaden. They were tough, but he was much happier with this life and began to see a better purpose for his life. He saw the duty and importance that came with being a knight of the kingdom and worked hard to keep up with his fellow men of the crown. At the age of 21 his hard work and determination was finally noticed and he was given the title as a knight. With his new found fire of duty and responsibility Kaden made the oath to protect the kingdom, the king and it's people until is final breath.

Strengths: Brave, strategy, leader, combat and loyal.

Weakness: Stubborn, reckless, blindly loyal, quick to fight.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?

He will stop at nothing when it comes to fulfilling his oath.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

He doesn't know when to quit.

Sample

The smell of blood and smoke filled Kaden's nostrils as he glared at the scene of a caravan being raided by a group of bandits. With gritted teeth he held his sword up high and spurred his mount forward towards the battle. "Cut the bastards down!" he shouted to his fellow knights of eight as he was the first to charge. They replied with a cry of battle that caught the bandits attention. The bandits, knowing they had no chance in out running the mounted knights readied themselves for the coming charge. The bandit the closes to the knights raised his mace into the air and cursed them before charging towards Kaden. With a grunt Kaden swiftly cut through the bandits neck and gave a quick kick, sending the gurgling bandit to the ground in a choking fit. His fellow knights were quick to pass him and began cutting down the rest of the attackers. Kaden spotted a bandit with a poorly made spear charging him and leaped from his mount with a smirk under his helmet.

"Fucking dogs!" the bandit screamed as he lunged towards Kaden with his spear. With ease he deflected the bandits attack and drove a knee into his got before pushing him to the side. The bandit gasped and sucked in air as he struggled to keep himself on his feet. Kaden cracked his neck with a chuckle and drew a line in the dirt, separating the two. Without any words he gestured the bandit to try again. The bandit, now filled with even more rage roared with anger as he charged forward once again. He to attempted to plunge his pear into Kadens skull, but his attack was for nothing as Kaden simply moved his head to the left and drove his long sword into the bandits gut with wet tearing noise. The bandit gasped with wide eyes as he clutched tight onto Kaden. He looked to Kaden with shocked eyes as if he need to conformation on what had just happened. Kaden gave another chuckle before driving his helmet into his skull and ripping his sword from his gut. The bandit crumpled to the ground in a lifeless heap and Kaden simply shook his head before looking to the rest of the battle to see that his fellow knight were just finishing off the rest. He smiled under his helmet and rested his sword onto his armored shoulder. His pride now shined over the corpses of the dead and he let out a sigh.

"Job well done."

Vikings Westward (closed)

Name: Kaden Yamir

Race/Faction: Christian

Age: 24

Description: Kaden stands at a height of 6'2 and is built to insure the perfect balance between defensive and offensive combat. His tanned skin is slightly scarred from his many years of training and combat. He has a small stubble of brown hair and has short dark brown hair. He has dull grey eyes and over the left eye is a rather large scar from one of his past mistakes. He normally keeps his armor on since that is what he feels most comfortable in.

Armor

Face

"Class": Knight.

History: Kaden was born within a family of farmers, or better known as peasants. He lived the first six years of his life struggling to survive the long and harsh winters with only his father since his mother had died when he was two thanks to starvation. His father was a bitter old man who seemed to try and make Kaden's childhood even harder as he would regularly abuse him in physical and mental ways. Beatings, days without food, verbally cursing him of his mothers death and even to go as far as locking him within the barns by himself. Kaden is still amazed that he even survived at all. Thankfully at the age of seven Kaden seemed to find a break as he was making a trip to the main towns markets. As he browsed the markets goods that he could afford he saw that a small contest was being held by a few high ranking men of the crown.

With his interest peeked he got a closer look and saw that a few knights of the crown were holding a small competition to find their next squire. Kaden was hesitant at first, but after one of the knights told the crowd of the life that awaited a squire he saw it as a chance to escape his father. He was quick to offer his hand in the competition, but he was nearly denied that chance as the crowd, and a few knights, laughed at him as if he was just a foolish child with his head in the stars. Thankfully though a few of the knights saw the look of determination within Kaden's eyes and allowed him to enter. It was a series of hard challenges, but in the end Kaden shocked everyone, the knights included, and was accepted as one of the five to become a knights squire. As his now fellow squires said their goodbyes Kaden was quick to leave for the castle, and left without saying a word to his father.

The years as a squire went on for Kaden. They were tough, but he was much happier with this life and began to see a better purpose for his life. He saw the duty and importance that came with being a knight of the kingdom and worked hard to keep up with his fellow men of the crown. At the age of 21 his hard work and determination was finally noticed and he was given the title as a knight. With his new found fire of duty and responsibility Kaden made the oath to protect the kingdom, the king and it's people until is final breath.

Strengths: Brave, strategy, leader, combat and loyal.

Weakness: Stubborn, reckless, blindly loyal, quick to fight.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?

He will stop at nothing when it comes to fulfilling his oath.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

He doesn't know when to quit.

Sample

The smell of blood and smoke filled Kaden's nostrils as he glared at the scene of a caravan being raided by a group of bandits. With gritted teeth he held his sword up high and spurred his mount forward towards the battle. "Cut the bastards down!" he shouted to his fellow knights of eight as he was the first to charge. They replied with a cry of battle that caught the bandits attention. The bandits, knowing they had no chance in out running the mounted knights readied themselves for the coming charge. The bandit the closes to the knights raised his mace into the air and cursed them before charging towards Kaden. With a grunt Kaden swiftly cut through the bandits neck and gave a quick kick, sending the gurgling bandit to the ground in a choking fit. His fellow knights were quick to pass him and began cutting down the rest of the attackers. Kaden spotted a bandit with a poorly made spear charging him and leaped from his mount with a smirk under his helmet.

"Fucking dogs!" the bandit screamed as he lunged towards Kaden with his spear. With ease he deflected the bandits attack and drove a knee into his got before pushing him to the side. The bandit gasped and sucked in air as he struggled to keep himself on his feet. Kaden cracked his neck with a chuckle and drew a line in the dirt, separating the two. Without any words he gestured the bandit to try again. The bandit, now filled with even more rage roared with anger as he charged forward once again. He to attempted to plunge his pear into Kadens skull, but his attack was for nothing as Kaden simply moved his head to the left and drove his long sword into the bandits gut with wet tearing noise. The bandit gasped with wide eyes as he clutched tight onto Kaden. He looked to Kaden with shocked eyes as if he need to conformation on what had just happened. Kaden gave another chuckle before driving his helmet into his skull and ripping his sword from his gut. The bandit crumpled to the ground in a lifeless heap and Kaden simply shook his head before looking to the rest of the battle to see that his fellow knight were just finishing off the rest. He smiled under his helmet and rested his sword onto his armored shoulder. His pride now shined over the corpses of the dead and he let out a sigh.

"Job well done."

Beverly Hills High │ High School Never Ends

I'm down if you're still accepting.

Vikings Westward

Already know I'm down. Vikings, raiding, monsters, adventure? Perfect.

Arthurian Dynastic Action - CYOA Inspired, Quests & More

Looks fun, I'll go for courage. :)

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

My Hider

Name: Yamir Jester.

Race/Faction: Human/ none.

Age: 29

Description:

My Hider

Yamir stands at a height of 5'9 and weighs 195lbs. His skin is rather tanned seeing as how he's always on the road and a few scars from past jobs cover his body. His hair is a long mess of brown while he sometimes keeps his beard trimmed. His eyes are a light green. He only wears his usual light armor.

"Class": Mercenary.

Motivation: Money, power and glory.

History: Yamir is a man from the slums who has found it easier to sell ones skills than to offer them for free, or a 'better cause.' If you are not paid for your work then what good is it? From childhood to adulthood he has spilled blood to earn a living and has even managed to gain a small reputation. Be it petty criminals or corrupt politics Yamir has been offered a job from them. He has gained many contacts of powerful people and has even successfully blackmailed them to do his bidding seeing as how he knows more than enough secrets to send them to their death.

Strengths: Brutal, resourceful, persuasive, swordsman and a excellent liar.

Weakness: Greedy, thief, gambler, risk taker.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?

For the right amount he will commit any sin.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

His ambition for wealth and power.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?

He can influence most criminals or corrupted people within the kingdom.

My Hider

"Mercy! Mercy I beg of you!" a bruised and beaten woman screamed as she was dragged away by armed men for hire. They threw the woman into a cage filled with other ladies of all ages and continued to cry out for mercy. Sadly their cries went on deaf ears as Yamir counted his earnings from his employer, a wealthy slaver from across the sea. He hummed a tune as he counted his coins and grinned with satisfaction as he saw a small bonus. His employer must have noticed as he chuckled and gestured to the cage.

"You managed to get me some very young and fertile goods, my current buyers seem to pay higher for them. I figured you earned a bit more," he chuckled as he looked around the village they were currently in. Above the village lingered a black cloud of smoke that rose from the burning houses. In the dirt roads that traveled through the village blood mixed with the mud and several bodies laid scattered through the village. Men and boys of all ages were hacked down as useless product and the peoples belongings were being gathered in the center to be divided up between the other mercenaries that were hired. The slaver smirked as he was pleased to hire the right people for the job. Yamir smiled as he put his earnings away with a nod.

"Can't say it was fun working with your sick ass, but thanks for the payment," he said before turning to his fellow mercenaries. "Alright lads, lets split up our loot and head to the nearest tavern to spend it all!" the men laughed with agreement and they began to divide the loot from the village, but a sudden howl from one of the men filled the air and a mercenary fell to the ground with a arrow in his back. Yamir groaned with annoyance and unsheathed his sword as what he could only say was the remaining men of the village charged from their hiding spots to attack the band. Yamir scoffed as he saw that they were armed with only farm tools and rocks.

"Don't know when to just die do ya?" he mumbled before charging towards the remaining farmers alongside the other mercenaries. Yamir was the first to reach them and smirked as he reflected a farmers pitchfork with his sword and made a quick cut along his throat. As the farmer gasped for air and gurgled on his blood Yamir patted him on the head and pushed him to the ground before marching towards two more charging farmers. The look of death filled both their eyes, but Yamir only found it to be adorable before falling to his knee to duck under a young farmers hatchet swing. As he ducked under the swing he leaned to the left to avoid the second farmers makeshift spear and grabbed it before yanking him back and sliding his sword into his gut. He let the farmer fall to his knees and shot to his feet as he pulled out his dagger. The younger farmer was now fearful as Yamir grabbed the back of his head and plunged his dagger into his eye. With a shriek he fought to save his life, but failed as Yamir twisted the dagger with a wet crack. The farmer went limp and fell to the ground.

Yamir gave a bored look as he cleaned his dagger on the kneeling farmers shoulder and sighed. "I swear the younger they are the dumber they get," he mumbled before looking back down to the farmer who was holding Yamirs sword in his gut. He gasped and moaned in pain as he spat up blood. Yamir smirked and pulled the mans head back so he can look into his eyes. The farmer glared his hatred into Yamirs eyes, but Yamir only returned it with a cocky grin. "Here," he paused as he gripped his swords handle. The farmers eyes widened with terror and Yamirs grin only widened. "Let me get that," he chuckled before twisting his sword within the farmers gut and cutting his belly wide open. The farmer could only gasp in shock as his organs spilled onto the mud. Yamir shook his head and kicked the man into the ground as he sheathed his sword. "Never gets old," he said before heading back to the loot. "Now, where were we!?"

@OneStoryToMany @Aerandir

Mobile Raid

Yamir Jester

Name: Yamir Jester.

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Loyalty: Regulis

Role: Mobile Suit pilot, mostly a grunt on the front lines.

Place of Origin: Regulis

Personality Profile: Yamir has a sort of strange personality. On the battlefield he is a ruthless soldier who follows his orders to the dot. Point and he will shoot. Some would even say he's a heartless killer who only lives for battle. Though the people who have served with him give a slightly different opinion of him. They all agree his behavior in the field is both unnerving and useful, but off the field he is a different person. Off duty he adopts a sort of lazy personality and seems to hate working. His comrades have stated that his favorite place to sleep is within his Mobile Suit. He can also be a very light hearted person who enjoys the company of his fellow soldiers.

Pilot Attributes:

Note; if you have already given a skill Rank A. You cannot give another skill or all of your skills Rank A. You would have to go down the line.

You need 1 Rank A, 1 Rank B, 1 Rank C, and 1 Rank D

Mental- D

Yamir can use his head when the time is right, but he leaves any of the strategies to his comrades. He's better at fighting than planning.

Physical- B

As a soldier Yamir makes sure he is physically fit enough to take on any opponent. He trains from hand-to-hand combat to running a couple of miles each day.

Technology- C

He isn't the biggest gear head, but if his suit is smoking he knows what needs to be fixed. As for computers he is somewhat decent, but he'll admits that's not his greatest field.

Weaponry- A

A soldiers most important key to survival is his weapon. Yamir learned that a long time ago. Give him any type of weapon and sometime to test it and he'll master it in no time.

Skills: Yamir is a decent cook believe it or not. Give him some ingredients and a fire and he'll make something better than the usual crap they give. Another surprising skill from Yamir is that he is a very gifted artist. He likes to draw around the base and is able to capture an image almost perfectly when it is seen.

Weapons: Yamir loves the classics and always has his favorite 1911 handgun at his waist. He also has a sharpened hunting knife in case he has to get up close and personal.

Equipment: Yamir always carries around an old friends dog tags and gives a short prayer with them before every mission. He also keeps a hidden clip to his handgun within his right boot while having a second knife hidden away in his left boot. Always be prepared.

Weaknesses: Yamir hates losing, simple as that. His fear of losing a fight forces him to head deeper into danger and not only puts himself in danger, but his comrades as well.

Origin Background: Yamir was born within the slums and grew up surrounded by the wrong people. As a child he was raised by only his big sister, Hazel, and saw her to be the only good, sane person in his life. She herself was an angel, but had to suffer many abuses just to keep Yamir alive. From abusive bosses to shitty boyfriends Hazel was used and beaten as if she was a damned worthless dog. One day a certain scum of the slums went to far and forced himself onto her. After that tragic event Hazel continued to move on for Yamirs sake, but that light of life in her eyes was dead. With rage and guilt for being weak Yamir took it into his own hands to ensure his sisters happiness and worked hard to help support the two.

At the age of 12, three years after his sisters tragic attack, the siblings found themselves hanging on by a thread. Work was scarce and their funds were barely able to buy them left over scraps. Hazel was to burnt out and was barely able to get up for the day, questioning why she should even get up. Yamir couldn't take it anymore and went behind her back to do the one thing she had told him not to, join the local gangs. Yamir was recruited by the slums nastiest gang and was given the simple job as a drug mule. He would deliver small packages to other towns and return with their payments. Yamir would of course get a small cut, but it didn't matter much to him. Money was money.

Yamir hid his new job as a mule and told his sister he had gotten a job out in the mines. She was worried for him, but she was also proud. Her pride in his false job stung Yamir, but he was happy to see a small spark of life flash in her eyes once again. Years went by and Yamir was able to afford a small home for him and his sister, but sadly his runs became more and more dangerous and began to make his sister curious. As Yamir was away his sister went to the mines and asked to see him, but was told that he had never set foot in those mines. Scared and confused she went home and awaited for Yamir to return. Once he did she confronted him about and was finally able to hear the truth after many hours of yelling and crying. She was heart broken and Yamir was ashamed to be the cause of it all. She demanded for him to leave the gang, but Yamir only said it wasn't that simple. If he were to just quit they'd only come after the two.

He knew he had to leave his gang, for his sisters sake. After a few days of searching and thinking he ran into a local recruiter. After a bit of talking he found out he and his sister would be moved way to a safer place and would have the protection of the authority. Yamir wasted no time signing up and he and his sister were finally moved out of the slums. Yamir went on to train as a pilot and was officially a soldier at the age of 18.

Military Career Summarization: Just as Yamir reached the age of 19 he and his team were sent out to investigate a disturbance along the border. Most of the team simply saw this as the fifth false alarm that week and were deployed without a care in the world. The next thing they knew they were ambushed by a group of crashed gun smugglers and half of his team were killed within the first five minutes of the fight. With their team leader and most veterans dead Yamir and his fellow rookies were left to fight for their lives. As the fight went on Yamir showed great bravery and skill as he kept his remaining teammates together and fought back the smugglers. Yamir was praised for his actions, but him and his team were still looked at as inexperienced rookies. This is when Yamir learned that he should always go into a mission prepared for the worst. Form then on Yamir continued to show his skills in battle and helped turn many battles in his favor. Though he is still considered a small time grunt on the front line, some would say he deserves a higher position.

Theme Song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aG4Kku1-LfQ&list=LLxUTXerADhw6YBWqHWHi11A&index=49