Jollan

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Delmina saw the incoming sludge and saw it best to avoid trying to guard it. Maybe if she had a larger shield, she could take it, but right now, even if she guarded, she would still get him by some of it. Instead, she dodged the projectile and quickly took stock of her surroundings before activating her veil. She wanted to make sure nothing was close to her when she prepared this, so only f the coast was clear, would she finish charging and plunging her ivy veil into the ground, and wit not even a second later, dozens of blades burst forth from the ground, erupting beneath the Grime and impaling it through its entirety. Though this may not kill it like it would lost thrall, it should hopefully disrupt the flow of the bile inside the creature enough to keep it from launching another attack.

The Vanishing Kingdom

Allard did seem to calm down after hearing what the explosion was about. Neev circled him a couple times trying to think about what to do and where to best administer what to the man. He was an absolute wreck. He should be dead. And from the scars the man had on him, He should have been dead before. What were these Vaurk men made out of anyway? Neev was worried that he might be too injured for her to heal him properly, her magic low once more and she only had so much mana potions left. It honestly wasn't healthy to fluctuate your mana back and forth between full and near exhausted repeatedly. It could cause mana sickness, and while it wasn't normally fatal in most stages, it doesn't do the body well. Neev, however, in her mind, saw it as a small price to pay to be able to make sure these people could continue with their lives.

Mana sickness generally showed as blue veiny markings growing across the body, usually concentrated around the person's flow of mana. Using too much magic, more than what a person is capable of containing, can cause this. Normally this happens when a mage burns too much mana, however, mana potions can restore a mage's mana back to the top, allowing their body to continue. However, if a mage repeats this process too many times within a certain period, their mana capacity starts to break down anyway. A mana potion will seem less effective as their body is unable to contain as much mana. Some mages during war time have been known to completely destroy the mana networks in their bodies due to overuse, rending them of their ability to use magic, with only a few of them able to restore it while still never to the same extent as they were previously. If mana hits what is known as 'critical zero' meaning that there is zero percentage of mana in the body, the person will die. The blue mana vein markings start to show when a mage is around a quarter of their mana.

When Neev finally saw Maeve starting to work her magic, that was when her tired mind finally clicked that she was an Isoli. Her ears flicked up, "An Isoli!" she said airily. "My prayers couldn't have been answered any better," she said as she approached Maeve. Neev was about a whole head and shoulders shorter than the Isoli, and if Maeve had an eye for detail, she may notice the starts of mana sickness on the young mage. It was slowly creeping up the sides of her cheeks, but most her concentration of man was in her hands, which were covered in the large vein-like marks. Neev noticed that Maeve was only using a minor healing spell, so he pulled out her spell book and held it out to her. "I see you don't know much healing magic, but this is fine! Not to worry, I have a book you may use. Concentrate your mana on my book, and the enchanted contents will lift themselves from it and to you, this should help you more than just here, but maybe later too." She had a weak smile, she was obviously at her wits end and glad that someone with the ability to do some real help finally arrived, but she was couldn't stop until all that could be taken care of was seen. Even if she didn't have the mana for magic, she could still operate.

Sahale looked inquisitively to Sev and Maeve, "local? No, not in the slightest. Neither of you have heard of Lord Calibris? Hmmm, I guess that is possible, if neither of you have left your kingdoms before recently, especially you," he added looking towards Sev. "Tundral is not too much better with communicating with the outside either. Anyways, he is a lord in the kingdom of Portea, on of the four major families, and unarguably the most powerful and wealthy of the families."

"May Kalaja take him...," Vog hissed as he stayed focused on his position but listening to their conversation. It wasn't a very Red Saints thing to say, being the fact that Kalaja is the lord of death, but he couldn't help it. Calabris was the source of many a people's anguish, especially in Portea. Even this situation, now that things were settling down, had Vog on edge. He was worried his companion would stretch herself to thin to the point of hurting herself, but she privately gave him quite the earful and decided to honor her wishes to push herself as hard as she was, even though he disagreed with it. Not that it was quite private, there were no real doors on the temple to enhance air flow and just about everyone there heard her rebuttal. "He is nothing but a plague to what could be a great city, and should be cut out...," he added irritably.

"Well put," Sahale remarked, looking to the drake beastman. Even Sahale's face turned a bit somber to it all before he cleared his throat, "Anyway, I'm sure the chief will want to know what has happened here, but after this, I think I should stay here for the rest of the night, just in case. I will head out to see how I can help the others in the morning." Sahale looked between the small group of people before a look of shock came to him. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? I don't believe I introduced myself. My name is Sahale, it's a pleasure to meet you, especially you," he finished to Maeve with a theatrical bow and a wink.

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Allanon vs Bidzil

Why did he have to mention what happened to Trantis, what a way to kill the mood going into a good spar. Bidzil's face seemed to drop from the smile he seemed to always be beaming with at the mention of it. "It's not... It's not the kind of motivation you want, that's for sure." Bidzil took a deep breath to calm his mind, filling his lungs to the max, which for the average human seemed to take quiet a bit more than normal, before exhaling audibly. With a nod, he took his stance and waited for Allanon to do the same. "Don't pull any punches, and I will try to keep up," he said as his grin seemed to return. he man was older than him, sure, but to Bidzil, he always assumed first that it would mean that he was more practiced, never underestimating an opponent, complacency can take even the most skilled warriors.

With the same burst of speed he showed earlier, Bidzil rushed in, keeping his left arm with the reverse grip on his weapon close in instead of extended out, and the right arm with the weapon resting on his shoulder. As he closed the distance, he kept an eye at Allanon's center, watching his shoulders, sword hand, and footing in his immediate peripherals.

Allanon's expression turned serious as Bidzil rushed in. Certainly a far more reckless approach to swordsmanship than a budding swordsman should. Bidzil's speed was a great advantage, but such a careless charge would prove a poor choice against a seasoned opponent. Allanon maintained eye contact as he shifted his feet to brace for impact.

Two-sword styles were rare, and often impractical. Chosen mostly by nobles with fanciful tastes, or performers more interested in presentation rather than actual combat. The most regularly used practical application of two-sword styles in Portea was Florentine which used a shorter weapon in the off-hand and it had a more defensive purpose than offensive. Those few that could competently use two weapons of equal sizes were monstrous duelists considering the insane coordination it took to wield each weapon without tangling them up. He knew of one such swordmaster, and as far as Allanon knew he still held the honor of being the best swordsman in the world.

As Bidzil closed distance, Allanon drew his sword in a motion imitating an iai strike only to pivot and flank Bidzil's right side to slap at him with the side of his sword. Valentis Sword Style had been built from the foundation of four different styles. Tailored and mastered to be an unpredictable and adaptive style it was effective in all environments. Feints and sudden form transitions were his bread and butter.

Bidzil had half hoped, that Allanon would dodge to his left. Allanon may see that despite the reckless charge, Bidzil's focused eyes never left his target. When the blow came, Bidzil would use shouldered 'blade' to swing at the strike, the the thick metal weapon clashing against Allanon's blade to knock it upward instead. Bidzil was still in his full momentum sprint, using a roll to brake and plunging his left weapon into the sand, nimbly scrambling back up.

The rapid rush that Bidzil displayed was classic of Trantis guard, however, The tactic Bidzil applied was a bit more wild, it wasn't uncommon to see a Trantis guard come in at full sprint into a perpetrator, slamming in at full force. And for being practically metal bokken when sheathed, Bidzil seemed to have no problem manipulating his weapons at a decent pace.

Once he was up, he was already closing the gap between them, however, Bidzil would take a few test jabs towards Allanon, testing his opponent's reach, until instead of a reaching thrust, Bidzil pushed forward, moving in closer than what the reach of his right handed weapon would suggest, bringing a diagonal cut, coming at Allanon from his right hand low side, and drawing diagonally top his top left side. Bidzil, knowing he was close, didn't swing out right at the beginning of his swing, instead angled his blade in close to himself until near the top of his swing to flick out his wrist, aiming a hit to Allanon's chin instead of a body shot.

Allanon immediately disengaged when Bidzil deflected his attack. The test strikes Bidzil launched afterward were easy enough to deflect or avoid with measured steps back. He kept his reach small and contained. Each movement Allanon made was efficient and clean.

Finally, Bidzil closed distance to strike at Allanon's chin. He had kept his movement closed and small for the moment Bidzil got close. He met Bidzil's sword with his own and redirected it to his left causing the moment to brush his shoulder minimizing the blow. Allanon used the momentum to slam his right shoulder toward Bidzil's solar plexus to stun and wind his young opponent.

Air hissed through gritted teeth as air was forced out of Bidzil's lungs, but he refused to let himself get pushed back that easily. Still out of breath, He planted his left weapon into the sand for purchase as he nearly staggered back, an using it as if balancing on a cane, he used the opportunity not to throw himself back to Allanon, but he was still fairly close to him, so he did the next thing that seemed to come naturally to him to get him away while he could catch his breath. He leaned back with the fall and instead hopped in the air slightly, drawing his legs up and shot them out, drop kicking Allanon in the chest before hitting the ground. He then gasped for air as would start to stand back up.

Allanon barely had enough time to lean back and reduce the impact of Bidzil's kick. He received the blow and took several steps back to maintain balance. He stopped after four steps. He recovered quickly enough that he dashed to re-close the gap Bidzil created to take advantage of the moments he had. He lowered his blade tip to Bizil's chest. "You show good potential. Let's save the rest of our strength for the real fight ahead of us."

He was panting lightly as if he had gone for a jog. Being someone used to taking on multiple opponents at once, Allanon was well adjusted to marathon battles. He would still chose to end them as quickly as possible. He would only sheath his sword once Bidzil conceded.

As if by instinct, Bidzil's legs went up when the blade was lowered on him, feet clamping Allanon's wrist in between the soles of his boots. It would have been a last ditch effort to manipulate the opponent's wrist to disarm or injure the wrist, and though Bidzil wouldn't try to do such a thing, Allanon speaking up snapped him back out of his fighting mindset, his eyes now much softer and seeing that he was bested. Bidzil sighed as his legs flopped back to the ground. "Aw, fine. You make a good point," he said, smirking at his own joke, however cliché it was. Bidzil put his arms above his head, resting the knuckles against the ground as he pulled his legs in once more and pushed off with his arms, flexing his back with it to hop back up to his feet quickly, weapons still in hand before sheathing on and once again holding his left arm out, weapon in hand for the customary knuckle bump.

"Hopefully I do a bit better then than I did now," he said with a light laugh. Once the formality was reciprocated, Bidzil sheathed the other weapon and went closer to where some of the people stuck around to watch, including Hilde and Chihiro, plopping down on the ground and crossing his legs. He started to put his jacket back over his shoulders and put his arms through, shaking out sand here and there. He then looked up to Chihiro, "I wouldn't mind sparing again, but Allanon is probably right about saving energy..." Bidzil looked down to his hand and flexed it a couple times. It had been weeks since he had last sparred with anyone, his hand was still slightly shaking with the excitement. He thought himself sloppy. He was downed in no time flat. The spar with Allanon raised the bar to Bidzil, and though he didn't know the caliber of the swordsman he sparred with just now, he promised himself to strive to be better than him one day. After all, he would have to if he were to run into whatever destroyed his town. Those Selna guards never stood a chance... Thinking of that brought him to his next dilemma, real battles. Sure there was some getting rough with people in town when keeping the peace, but it was never a battle with real bloodshed. "I, uh... guess this isn't the best thing to bring up at a time like this but... I've never actually seen real combat before," he admitted ashamedly. "Trantis...well... it was never really the focus of anyone's ire when it came to warfare. Most I've dealt with were common criminal types, not bandits or soldiers."

Hilde listened as the young man sat down. Growing up in Kalla, seeing men fight to the death to protect the town was unfortunately not so uncommon an experience. Even Hilde had helped fend off a small bandit raid or two, but it was never anything big. "It is brave of you to want to help, and you shouldn't sell yourself short. But it is a very serious decision you made coming here. These men will be fighting to kill, and struggle for life, rarely do they give up like a common theif. Skill is one thing, heart is another," Hilde told him. She then looked to Chihiro, "I guess I could spar with you if you want, then. Though, I probably don't have enough skill to be a challenge to you," Hilde offered.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Two lost approaching from behind, one giant grime creature. If they take out the lost first, they can focus their efforts on the larger creature, thus, the lost were her current primary target. When Delmina saw the creature preparing to spit out its ghastly fluids, she prepared her own ability. She used Fleet of Foot, upping her evasion so that she could leap backwards more effectively when it finally spewed. Now, however, she was in range of the two lost. One of the lost raised it's blade seeing her approach with her backstep, however, already planning for this, she has ended her leap by pivoting on her back leg and putting her bodyweight into a backhand with the shield, knocking him to the side making him roll a good way. He wasn't dead, yet. However the other one wouldn't fare to much better either, with Delmina drawing her light automatic and unloading on the other lost till it collapsed full of holes. At this short distance, it didn't stand a chance. Then, before the first one could get back up, she dashed towards it and landing a crushing blow to its head with her shield. When she moved back from the creature, she felt herself com back to back with Diamond as she had unloaded her own light automatic into another lost.

"These two are down," Delmina calmly said as she adjusted her attention to the giant grime as she prepared to attack it as well, bringing her shield up, placing herself between the grime and Diamond to give Diamond one less side to worry about for a moment. She had started to fire off at the monster this time when she noticed Bridget in the fray as well. Using a heavy weapon, she may do well with an evasion boost as well, and would use a bit more ichor to give her the boost as well. She could feel her ichor was about a third to a half full, she would need to drain this monster some when she thinks there is an opening, but for now, she wanted to study it's patterns a bit before making a foolish move. Using one's veil could leave them wide open if not timed correctly.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

Delmina nodded to Diamond's response, a smile under her mask only noticeable due to the rise in her cheeks. She watched as the other two checked the bodies for any that may still be living. Lost had a knack for playing dead after all. She would watch, hanging back slightly just to keep an eye for any that may surprise them, even looking above for any that were hanging in wait for them to be so unlucky as to pass under.

Delmina's attention was then brought to the shining red light as well, though she was unsure about it. She heard of a thing called a vestige, and to never touch them, however, being this far away from it she could not quite make out what it was yet. Diamond tossed a rock towards it to see if whatever the object was had been used as a point for an ambush. Delmina tensed up, preparing for something to come at them, should that be the case.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Delmina seemed happy at least one of them wasn't so stand-offish. She nodded to Diamond, trying to ignore what the other had to say about her and focusing on the more productive conversation. "I also found some gauze and bandages, if you want them. There were some worn out tools as well, but those won't be any use until we can fix them. I'm Delmina by the way," she said as she retrieved the bandages and gauze, offering them to her. Delmina then heard Bridget go on about staying out of her way. Which did she want? A meat shield or for people to stay away? She was certainly doing well if she wished for the later. "Oh, I don't believe we will have any trouble with that...," she responded.

Delmina went ahead and broke two more, making three for her light, with two left for emergency light. They only had three hours, so she wasn't afraid of them fading too soon, but it would be nice to have a couple for later, maybe even another day, just in case. As they continued, Delmina would lash the lights to the right side of her belt, as putting them on the left would be mostly covered by her shield as she kept it at the ready, just in case. She didn't draw her firearm though. With darkness like this, it would most likely be close quarters if they had to fight. She only hoped it wouldn't be dark the whole time.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Delmina decided that what she found was well worth keeping for later. She picked up the bandages and gauze, as well as the worn tools, and placed them in a pouch. As for the box of chem lights, she picked it up and withdrew a bundle of five yellow sticks and took the rest to the group, deactivating her veil in the process. She cracked one of the yellow chem lights, which may have gotten their attention. "I found something that might help. It's not the strongest light, but it should last us while we are here," she said as she held out the box to the others. She would hold on to any not taken. "Breaking five should be enough to light for each person, which luckily seems just enough."

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Delmina silently stood up from where she was resting and started to follow the others, now with a new piece of gear strapped to her chest. It was.... admittedly uncomfortable, but She supposed she could make it by with it, as it wasn't really cumbersome. It was tight and didn't rest well given her physique, and she could have sworn the revenant that put it on her was a bit too happy to be the one to do so. Though she wasn't sure, she seemed to blame herself that these things were even on them. They weren't there when she had last escaped. She had gotten a fair distance before being recaptured, and she had learned later that someone that she had confided in, one of the only ones she really talked to, had turned his back on her after hearing her plans to escape. In exchange for some more blood, he sold her out to the revnants, telling them her plans and what direction she had headed. He had also been one of the first to try to carefully tamper with the bombs when they brought them out. He was turned to ash before Delmina ever became conscious.

"I will do my best to keep you alive should you become injured..." Delmina responded to the first girl. After that, she was half listening to the catty bickering back and forth between the other two revenants. The second girl seemed to answer the first girl's last question as if being a volunteer to take the position as the 'ass' of the group. To what end would someone act so bitter? She could only guess that that was some odd way that they found their own joy. But... that one comment that she could have sworn to be directed at her, and only confirmed when the other looked to her as well. Her face flushed a bit, mostly but not all hidden under the mask, though it may have been too dark to see it. S-she wasn't fat, she believed herself to be quite fit, what did she mean by-.... oh.... B-but, that wasn't her fault!

She closed her eyes as she let out a soft sigh and turned towards where she remembered a door. Maybe there would be something to use inside it. As the others seem to slowly wake away, she quickly made her way to the door, her shield at the ready, her other weapon not yet drawn. With her free hand, she opened the door. When opened and from behind her shield, she readied her veil in case she needed an immediate counter attack, and to use as a makeshift light to see inside the door if there were any useful things inside.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

Appearance:

without veil

with veil

Name: Delmina

Age: She believes roughly 25
Blood Code:
- Grace: Support class with heightened strength to balance out its lack of offensive gifts. offers healing and buff type support for self and/or allies.

Gifts:
- Fleet of Foot: Increase evasion of a target by one level.
- Ichor's Blessing: drain all remaining ichor to heal oneself, if health is full, target an ally to receive the heal.
- Restorative Offering: drain one's own health to give to another.

Gear:
- Heavy Shield
- Light Automatic
- Prayer Shaw (light)

Memories:
Delmina could feel herself being carried, barely able to stay conscious. She had never thought that she would be captured again so quickly, after all that time and planning, she had finally escaped the revenants that forced her to go on such dangerous expaditions in search for blood beads, little of which they shared. She could barely remember her past, or how she got here. She hade a vague mental picure of her family, but her past and the cherished memories she once had of her family seemed to be harder to hold on to ever since she had become a revenant herself. She only held on to her first name because she remembered them saying it, and would repeat it to herself constantly. She wasn't even sure exactly how she got the scar on her face, but she didn't remember it being there before becoming this loathsome and ever thirsting creature she saw herself as. Delmina was kept on just enough blood to keep her sanity. enough to keep her from turning so that she could go and find more. However, this balancing act slowly caused what she held dear to slip away, her memories, fading one by one, until there was little more than focusing on survival, quenching her thirst, and keeping her head down.

She felt herself roughly tossed down onto the ground, a man grumbling about another escape attempt this week, and not her only one. She could feel now a pool of warm wetness forming around few spots, and the sound of others scrambling to her. It was the other thralls, like her, moving to try to tend to her wounds that were inflicted on her by her captors. A man shouted something, incoherent to Delmina, that made the others back off. But that was the last thing she remembered before blacking out.

The man would then let the other thralls run to help her, and maybe within a day or two, she may be sent out again.

Other:
Has a knack for art and music. She can't remember when she learned it, but she seems to be rather good at both.

What's this?

Can make a bomb-ass jelly doughnut.

Soulless Shadows

Kiimi draft

Name: Kiimi Van Avery

Age: 19

National Origin: none

Appearance:

casual

work

Personality:
Around others, she is most a strange mixture of bubbly and shy, growing more confident to talk with people the more comfortable she feels around them. She is normally an easygoing and happy individual, if not naive to the world away from her ship. She is entirely disgusted by her illness and will try to hide away while she is feeling sick, locking herself in her room. When working on the airship however, one might catch her more hidden fiery side, especially if a job is proving to be particularly difficult or a part is especially stubborn. However, if someone were to walk in on such a rant, where she thought she was working alone, she would be incredibly embarrassed, as if a kid being caught doing something he shouldn't be.

Bio:
Kiimi had never known land as home. She was born on an airship, raised on an airship, and worked on airships. The skies were her home and she was alright with that. Her family was made up of prominent air merchants, owning their own airship. However, the airship they owned had been boarded by a shadow after what was thought to be a fairly successful scavenging mission. The only two that made it out was her and her uncle, Jarred Greaves, who had married her aunt. She was still young at the time, but old enough to understand what was happening, which only left scars in her mind she couldn't possibly recover from. Jarred Did everything he could to get her out of there. The ships light had been cut, and they were running through the dark halls of the ship by a high output lantern Jarred had, bathing them in a strong light at the cost of high power consumption, but they only needed to reach the emergency skiff. Kiimi has seen many of her family members killed, both by each other and by Jarred once they had been touched. She was in shock for nearly a month before she started opening back up to Jarred.

Kiimi had always had a fascination with machines and seam power, even after the accident with her family, she had continued her studies and continued practicing, even making some of her own machinations. One time during a join project however, the partner she was with over-pressurized one of the merc tanks on a vehicle they were both creating together, causing an explosion and calling for an evacuation of anyone in the building. Her partner didn't survive, and she had become poisoned by the merc, only successfully retrieved by men wearing protective gear that responded to the scene. Due to her long exposure to the raw merc gases, she had contracted merc poisoning. Her skin faded to porcelain, her hair bleached to a pale gold. She thought using makeup and wearing clothes to cover it up would help her, but the possibility of the makeup smudging and the extra clothing made it unbearable at times, especially when afraid of her blood coming to a boil. If a person who is diagnosed with merc poisoning, warm temperatures became fatal, causing Kiimi to wear her work gear for it's ability to keep the user cool despite the heavier clothing due to some functions built into the gear itself. While expensive, Jarred usually made sure to keep enough merc to keep the suit powered if ever needed and is always sure to buy more than enough medicine for her whenever he can.

Equipment:
-Engineer's toolkit
-Medicine
-Heavy wrench
-9mm double barreled derringer, owns 6 cartridges
-Gas mask with filters for merc heavy environments

Extra notes:
-Has a thing for sweets
-Afraid of the dark, even on airships.

Jarred draft

Name: Jarred Greaves

Age: 36

National Origin: Barnaby Shoals, Old Lyre Kingdom

Appearance:

casual

work

Personality:
Somewhat keeps to himself but doesn't mind holding a conversation with people who approach him or starting a conversation if he wants to talk to someone. He is highly protective of his niece Kiimi as he is her guardian and also blames himself for what happened to their family. He is cautious, overly so, some might say, and while this is normally a blessing, it can sometimes be a curse. Will make a joke with as straight a face as he would talking to someone, making them wonder if her was serious or not until he would smirk at them for believing in some of his more outlandish tricks, however, when on mission, he makes it very clear that he will not waste words and he will mean everything he says to those around him. When on a salvage mission, any sliver of humor is gone and he becomes nearly robotic like as he meticulously picks his paths through the mainland, very careful not to let any slip ups happen again.

Bio:
Married to Kiimi's mother's quite younger sister, Jarred took Kiimi under his care after the accident where a shadow took their ship and everyone else aboard, Jarred and Kiimi, barely making it out on an emergency craft. Jarred had to quickly put the tragedy behind himself to be able to support Kiimi, returning to work as soon as a ship hired him. However, the stress from losing his wife and the rest of the family on board, weighed heavy on his heart. Even if was just their souless shells, having to put down his own wife and her family that he had come to know well, and in the presence of his crying niece, it still haunts him to this day. The experience is what drove Jarred to do better, becoming more cautious than ever, his attention to detail, quick thinking, and craftiness caused him to surge past the competition for scavengers. He was able to afford education and a decent living for Kiimi and even find her an apprenticeship with a ship engineer. Kiimi took to it so well, Jarred even supported her inventing endeavors, up until she had an accident while working on a new type of light, two seater flying craft that ran on a large merc tank and could be deployed easily from a ship. It was a simple mistake to make, but a fatal one nonetheless.

Luckily, the rescue teams were able to make it to Kiimi in time to save her, but not without her developing merc poisoning. With this, Jarred pulled her from the invention field and took a full time job on a single ship to help pay for her medical costs. Luckily, when she started to recover, Jarred was happy to see that she was back to her usual self, and trying to help where she could around the ship mechanically, becoming the top mechanical mind on board within only a few months. He was glad, for once, things seemed to become stable once more, and while he knew that he would always worry for her, he knew that if he never came back, she would be able to provide for herself should the need arise.

Equipment:
- steam armaments: modified over under shotgun (can still use old standard shells), heavy rifle, pistol.
- .45 pistol, 3 mags of 7 rounds
- 10 buckshot, 5 slugs
- heavy war cleaver
- scavenger gear

Extra notes:
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In The End (Code Vein RP)

Alright, here goes my first draft!

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Appearance:

with veil

Name: Delmina

Age: She believes roughly 25

Blood Code:
- Grace: Support class with heightened strength to balance out its lack of offensive gifts. offers healing and buff type support for self and/or allies.

Gifts:
- Fleet of Foot: Increase evasion of a target by one level.
- Ichor's Blessing: drain all remaining ichor to heal oneself, if health is full, target an ally to receive the heal.
- Restorative Offering: drain one's own health to give to another.

Gear:
- Heavy Shield
- Light Automatic
- Prayer Shaw (light)

Memories:
Delmina could feel herself being carried, barely able to stay conscious. She had never thought that she would be captured again so quickly, after all that time and planning, she had finally escaped the revenants that forced her to go on such dangerous expaditions in search for blood beads, little of which they shared. She could barely remember her past, or how she got here. She hade a vague mental picure of her family, but her past and the cherished memories she once had of her family seemed to be harder to hold on to ever since she had become a revenant herself. She only held on to her first name because she remembered them saying it, and would repeat it to herself constantly. She wasn't even sure exactly how she got the scar on her face, but she didn't remember it being there before becoming this loathsome and ever thirsting creature she saw herself as. Delmina was kept on just enough blood to keep her sanity. enough to keep her from turning so that she could go and find more. However, this balancing act slowly caused what she held dear to slip away, her memories, fading one by one, until there was little more than focusing on survival, quenching her thirst, and keeping her head down.

She felt herself roughly tossed down onto the ground, a man grumbling about another escape attempt this week, and not her only one. She could feel now a pool of warm wetness forming around few spots, and the sound of others scrambling to her. It was the other thralls, like her, moving to try to tend to her wounds that were inflicted on her by her captors. A man shouted something, incoherent to Delmina, that made the others back off. But that was the last thing she remembered before blacking out.

The man would then let the other thralls run to help her, and maybe within a day or two, she may be sent out again.

Other: Has a knack for art and music. She can't remember when she learned it, but she seems to be rather good at both.

What's this?

Can make a bomb-ass jelly doughnut.