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Old and beaten hat, don't take anything I say to heart because it only rarely comes from my own. Been waving around this RP stick for 12+ years, and if there's one thing I've learned it's that keeping things interesting is top dog. I'll take a character who is interesting and challenging for both me and the plot over the same group of misfit archetypes any day of the week. Plots follow the same rules. Unless it breaks the mold somehow, I'm just not that into it. Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu

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Name: Gareth, "Stone-face," "Dullblade," other derogatory nicknames. Mostly he just goes by "Gareth."
Age: 28
Appearance:


Personality: Grim and antisocial, Gareth is the picture of a stoic mercenary. He responds to money and little else, and his face is usually immovable as a stone. He alienates fellow sellswords with his personality, and exclusively takes jobs where he can be by himself. Because of his solitary nature, it's unclear what he truly likes or dislikes, but it is nearly impossible to make him angry, or emotional at all. Perhaps he has everything shut up inside of himself, or maybe he really doesn't feel anything at all. But if the latter case is true, why is he even living life at all?
Reputation: Gareth is well-known in Taenyth, and would be known to those in Afaede who might have knowledge of large-scale criminals (thus, probably the royal family.) He is no secretive thief, and is often so confident in his own strength that he would walk right into a place and take what he wants. He has no home and does not frequent cities much, so the law can seldom touch him. He is known as a wandering brute, or maybe even a wild man who lives in the forest. Because of his rough nature, it is told that he has no honor and would betray anyone. His signature is his weapon (see below, Combat Abilities.)

Motive for kidnapping: The money, of course. He refuses to say who is paying him, but he hails from the rival kingdom of Taenyth, a place he rarely leaves, so it isn't difficult to make an educated guess.
Likes: Solitude, cooking, relaxing in nature, taking things slow.
Dislikes: Noisy people, demanding people, needy people, snakes.

Combat abilities: Gareth's signature weapon is a large two-handed sword, dull and pitted from old age and so much use. While he is mocked for not keeping his weapon sharp, he makes up for it with an exceedingly strong sword-arm, turning the weapon into more of a sword-shaped club than an actual blade. In a fight he focuses mostly on keeping himself steady, defending and watching for good times to strike. He's very difficult to unnerve, even in the heat of battle, which makes him a great fighter and a great strategist, and he excels at making plans on the fly and adapting.
This part of the palace was quiet and dark. This was pleasing to Gareth. He liked the quiet well enough, and its relative emptiness was a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle it had been the past week as he laid in wait. For a whole week he had endured being around countless people, pushing, shoving, sweating, making noise... all for the capture of one girl. But now, he couldn't help but feel it was entirely worth it. He had gotten to see such a wonderful view, and the only things that stood in his way were a few guards that were, thankfully, relatively easy to knock out without any fuss. Afaede was a kingdom of relative peace, and it showed in the palace's calm demeanor.

Still, it had been no walk in the park. It had been a grueling week of planning routes, contingencies, and talking to people. All for the glint of gold... His employer should be satisfied with the quality of his work. Nobody had recognized him on the street, and nobody had seen even a hair on his head since he first set foot in the palace. If it were any busier, if patrols were more frequent, it would be easy to come across his trail of unconscious guards. But his target was in sight now. Even if he got ambushed by three or four guards, it would be too late.

As he melded into the shadows, calming his breaths, he watched the prince and princess interact. He had no interest in the prince, but the girl, his target, did interest him. She was a fighter, he could tell from her bearing. Perhaps a bit of a tomboy. Gareth ran a hand through his disheveled hair, closing his eyes for a minute. It was not going to be an easy trip, that was for sure.

The princess was looking out over the balcony, at her city, to be sure. It was a beautiful sight, but for Gareth, it was simply a distraction. And a good one at that. Once he had confirmed the departure of the prince, he left his post in the shadows, sneaking up behind the girl, where he would snake a hand around to grab her mouth, reaching for his sword with the other hand, but not moving aggressively beyond that. Holding this pose, he spoke to her before she could get a word out.

"If you don't struggle, I will not hurt you. If you scream, you're going to sleep. Either way, you're coming with me. What'll it be, Princess?"
Aight, posted. Sorry again @SevenStormStyle for the wait. Didn't mean to lock you down for so long.
Chloe wasn't expecting to be so firmly resisted, and she'd put most of her focus into that lunge, so when the other girl attempted to knock her sideways, it worked quite nicely. But Chloe was quite heavy when transformed, and her weapons were a lot of added weight. Moreover, with her arms outstretched as they were, she was quite front-heavy. Grabbing whatever she could wrap her fingers around, she used the sideways momentum to try and throw her opponent on to the ground. She didn't particularly care if they both tumbled to the dirt, since that position was good for grappling, so she more or less threw herself at the earth below them trying to add more force to the equation. And if the other girl didn't tumble but Chloe did, well, she'd just have to adapt. It was far easier to adapt to a stance change when your weapons had fingers.
Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I'll post tomorrow, because holy crap I need sleep tonight. I shouldn't be subject to a dead zone like again, at least for the foreseeable future, so I'll apologize again.
I can be all princely and shiz, I don't mind one bit. I'll be happy however the chips fall.
I kinda like the idea of this thing, upon reflection. Something with a bit of a rolling start. I've definitely got room for another thread on my plate, so if you don't mind, I'd like to nudge my way in to fill that last slot. I'm happy with whatever role, so I'll be content to pick up the leftovers if everybody has dibs or preferences, as seems like the case.
'If you want a fight,' she says. No doubt about it, this girl's passive nature had a way of getting under Chloe's skin. It wasn't that she wanted to kill her or anything, it was simply that she had grown bored, and fighting was fun. Even if Chloe was at risk of death in this fight, boredom was its own death to a certain class of being.

Without another word, Chloe cracked a wide grin and slammed her fists onto the ground, using the force to aid a forward lunge at faster than normal speed. Before closing the distance between the two of them, she extended her hands forward, fingers outsretched, aiming for the other girl's weapon, which seemed to be a large axe. Weapons like that were a threat to a fistfighter like Chloe, but if she could get her hands on it, they would be on more even ground. If she could grab hold of the girl's weapon or even her weapon-arm, things would follow from there, and it would be exceedingly difficult to stop Chloe's momentum from that point. And speaking of momentum, if her lunge was blocked, the force should be enough to drive the girl backwards or perhaps knock her off balance.
Yeah, I've just been busy the last few days. I ain't going anywhere.
Chloe pursed her lips, looking up in the sky with her hands in her pockets. "Destiny, huh..." It was a question she had to think about, and that made her anxious. After everything that had happened today, she had out herself in a valuable, if dangerous, position. Was that destiny? Or luck?

"Nah, I suppose you're right. Destiny's just made up." The only acceptable conclusion was that Chloe reached her position through skill, intuition and hard work. Everything else was just passing the buck.

"So, that brings us back to my original question. I dunno who you are, and that's dangerous. Haven't even told me your name yet, and that's just rude. I feel like you're just jerking me around. I don't like that much. Been jerked around enough today. And now I'm tired and frustrated. Need a stress relief." Chloe's sentences got shorter and more terse as she continued speaking, and her muscles tensed in her arms. It wasn't visible, but she was gripping the brass knuckles in her pockets tightly, squeezing them like a stress ball as she worked herself up. She wasn't even that angry at this stranger, but something inside her had shifted gears, putting her in 'fight mode.'

"You've admitted that you're a magi, so that means you won't die if I hit you, right? Right?"

With a dull flash, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, her brass knuckles turning into her signature giant magical fists, and her headphones shined with a dull light that signified their transformation as well as she changed fully into magical girl form. With her huge hands, she pointed a finger at the girl in front of her.

"I'm nice enough to wait for you to transform today, so consider yourself lucky. In exchange, if I beat you, you're gonna tell me who you are... or else I'll kill you."
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